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ussgallifrey · 5 months ago

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Meeting Point

✦ Summary: In a world full of soulmates with destined meeting points, Steve Rogers' mark had always been a point of heartbreak. Until he woke up in the 21st Century; that's when his hope was rekindled.

✦ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

✦ Word Count: 1,815

✦ Author's Note: Do you ever have a dream that just fully re-alters your brain chemistry? Yeah, I had a killer dream last night that sparked my love for the Soulmate AU to return. Prepare to be bombarded by soulmate stories over the next few weeks.

The mark on Steve Rogers’ wrist starts to make a lot more sense when he wakes up in the 21st century.

It came back to him, slowly at first, after he was returned to SHIELD’s headquarters. After he was subjected to a myriad of tests from doctors and a few uncomfortable conversations with an in-house counselor. When, only after Director Fury sent him upstate to a place called The Retreat - until the media attention dies down, Captain. I’m sure you understand - that Steve even had a second to think about that silly old mark on his wrist.

For the first time in five days and some technical sixty-seven years, Steve is alone. Not surrounded by agents or doctors or scientists. Not a single camera or reporter in sight. It’s just him and the cabin he was delivered to.

When he pulls off his jacket and finally catches a glimpse at the familiar black marking there. That’s when he allows himself a second to actually slow down and think about it. The chaotic world of the twenty-first century finally fades away from the edges of his peripheral, and he sees the one grounding thing that still remains in his life.

There, in elegant script reads a simple date:

06. 29. 2019

And for the first time in hours, days, years, Steve can feel the hint of a smile trying to turn up his chapped lips.

He could have never imagined. Not all those years ago, back in Brooklyn. There was an honest-to-God chance now.

So, he draws his fingers along the familiar trace of numbers and sets to work.

Back when those numbers first appeared, Steve had only felt immediate heartbreak. His Ma’s pitying eyes had been the only thing keeping his chin up at that point. At least he had someone out there, even if he would only get to spend a short time with them. And maybe that was what kept his head above water through all of his childhood illnesses and bouts. The fact that he would survive this hell because it was literally destined that he would live to 100.

Oh sure, the other kids on his street had the normal marks.

Six years more, three weeks, two days. That was the typical lay of the land. So, when kids started asking about his date, his numbers, Steve would just curl up his wrist and clamp his right hand down over the text. It was no one’s business but his own.

But now that date finally made sense. He was only twenty-six, no matter what his actual birthdate was. He was physically still just a young man. He wasn’t going to meet the love of his life on his deathbed. Maybe this was just the universe’s way of apologizing to him; for making him lose everything else, but in return he would get the one thing anyone ever really wanted.

Seven years. He could wait seven years.

It’s a sick sort of relief when he sees those numbers still engraved on his wrist after the Snap. He’s not entirely sure if he expected them to fade away when half of the universe was turned to dust, but it’s probably the only bit of hope that’s keeping him from drowning under the guilt and sorrow that the rest of the team is.

Never one to stand down, to give up the fight, Steve keeps himself going in whatever way he can. Whether the people still want Captain America’s help is another story. But he finds different ways to assist, to be a help, to make up for the wrongs.

And soon the calendar months are passing by and life continues on within the aftermath of near-total destruction.

Only Natasha and him remain behind in the old compound. The others have moved to make their own paths in the new world marred by their own collective failures. He stares at the desktop calendar in front of him as Nat wraps up another weekly virtual conference with the team outside of New York.

Okoye, Rhodes, and Danvers disappear in a shimmer of cascading blue light. Nat’s too focused on writing down notes to notice that Nebula remains silent, stoic, observing them both.

Steve sits up, “Was there something else?”

The assassin beside him looks up, finally noticing the alien.

She raises her chin, “We’ll be returning soon. Within the week. He says he found something of value, worth looking into anyway.”

He glances over at Nat, who merely nods, “Okay. We’ll plan for that then.”

And then she’s gone, stepping away from the camera as the lights dim and the two are drenched back into the light of the otherwise empty compound.

Natasha clicks the pen against the table a few times before she merely rolls it away from her notebook, settling back into her chair with crossed arms.

Steve rubs at his left wrist.

Nebula and Rocket arrive late Friday night. Steve’s only just gotten back to the compound - fresh out of a shower after removing shards of glass from his bicep. While half of the population had disappeared a year ago, crime hadn’t gone away. Hell, it probably got worse, in all honesty. And Steve had the nasty habit of throwing himself into everything and anything without backup around these days.

Tonight had been no different. Another wannabe small-time crime lord in the making, building an empire through the streets of New York. Steve liked to remind them that there was still at least one person on the planet who noticed.

He should have taken it a little easier on himself though, with tomorrow drawing near. That was the day, the destined date of his meeting. And he probably shouldn’t look like a complete mess on the day he’s set to meet his soulmate. His other half.

As he flexes his knuckles, peering down at the bits of dried blood under his nail beds that hadn’t come clean in the shower, the entire compound begins to quake. He looks at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, a familiar sinking feeling settling deep into his stomach as he recalls the night Tony and Nebula came to Earth.

Without a second thought, he nabs his shirt from the edge of the sink and takes off toward the courtyard. Their ship is already parked there, with Rocket on the ramp and Nebla looking up toward the stars with Nat. Steve slows his pace as he moves to join them, staring up in slight wonder at the yellow and blue ship descending above them.

The seven wings of the ship spread out in a pattern that looks almost star-like against the deep black background of the night sky. The wheels settle into the grass as the engines hum into powering down.

“ - in the Draconis Sector,” Nebula continues whatever it was she was previously saying to Nat. “Only Star Blaster in sight.”

Steve stares up at the impressive ship. The wings give it an added height over the Benatar that’s parked next to it. It takes a minute for the pilot, the person they told them would be coming along with them, the person that could be of use, to exit the ship.

He straightens up as the armored figure comes into view. Royal blue and gold metal, with radiant lights that remind him of the Arc Reactor, light up the space around them all as the person draws near.

“Hey, pipsqueak,” comes the slightly muffled voice.

Rocket sneers in return, Nebula looks surprisingly amused as the woman moves to grab hold of the alien’s hand.

“Not a bad place,” she then addresses Natasha.

And then her helmeted face turns to assess the supersoldier. She takes a step forward, then another while Steve settles his hands on his belt.

Grabbing hold of her matching blue and gold helmet, she pulls it free from her head. Steve can feel an actual breath escape his lips.

“And you must be…?”

He swallows, extends his hand, “Steve.”

Her smile wanes and her grasp on his hand loosens to the point that she merely drops her hand back to her side. Steve wonders if he’s made some kind of faux pas as she tucks her helmet against her left hip.

“You know…” she shakes her head, a smile beginning to reform, “I was really wondering when I’d get around to meeting you.”

She looks up at him with playful eyes as she begins pulling back the sleeve on her left hand.

“Rogers, right? Steven Grant Rogers?”

He kind of gapes before forcing himself to nod as his eyes travel down to her now-exposed wrist. She twists it around for him to see, and sure enough, there in a familiar scrawl of handwriting sits his name.

His own left wrist itches in anticipation as he wordlessly lifts it up for her to see the date of their meeting - now sometime after midnight on the 29th.

“Huh,” she quips, dropping her hand in favor of taking hold of his as she peers at the numbers. “Must be a fluke - different world, different systems. Alien names.”

He just nods, again, as all words have seemingly escaped his reach. And then he looks over at the others, Rocket with a tilted head and Nat with her knowing smirk.

But you’re not plexed, as you continue to investigate the date - your fingers tracing the lines of each number, “When you grow up on a world full of Kerlaans and Vastalls, Steven’s kind of out there, you know?”

Then you drop your hand after suddenly taking stock of the captive audience around you. Steve craves the ghost of your touch as soon as it’s gone.

“Sorry,” you sheepishly smile, rubbing at the back of your neck with your free hand. “I’m Velariun Kaal, ex-Centurion of the Nova Corps. And… I’m just here to help in whatever way I can really. Meeting you was just the bonus,” you finish with a wink.

“It’s good to finally meet you too,” he finally says at last, eyes drifting across the soft features of your face.

“So,” you smile, gently moving away from the others - toward the compound. Steve’s in step with you just a beat later. “How long have you had those numbers there?”

He can’t help but chuckle, the first real laugh in nearly a year. “You honestly don’t even want to know.”

“There’s a story there,” your eyes find his in the darkness of night. Glistening starlight illuminates your irises, like swirling galaxies.

He nods, “There is.”

“Worth the wait though?” you ask, with a clinch of hope in your voice.

Steve stops where he is.

You fall back a step to meet him.

He reaches his hand down, slowly entwining your hands together. He can feel the warmth of your skin, the slow and steady pulse of your beating heart.

“Definitely worth the wait,” he murmurs.

#steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers oneshot #marvel fan fic #my fic

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sleepytownez · 2 years ago

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Luocha Analysis + Theories

Ok I'm going to actually get my thoughts out about Luocha - who, as a character is incredibly suspicious even without knowledge of HI3

This took a while to compile so I do hope you'll give it a read.

Do take heed: There is a minor beta spoiler for one of Luocha's lightcones, but there is no story spoilers of any sort (even I stay away from those.)

please enjoy!

1. The coffin

Alright, I have a lot to say about this part since it's the main point of Interest surrounding his character so far.

So firstly, I don't believe you can take anything Luocha says as the full truth, he definitely lies in some of his dialogue although it is very subtle.

He says, early on when we meet him, that he was supposed to deliver the coffin or whatever was inside to the Xianzhou, yet he seems and even says that he was intending to leave the Luofu while he still had the coffin. This is really odd as it seemingly contradicts what he said before.

(These could be seen as him scheduling but still having enough time to deliver the coffin - however he was in Cloudford where is where nobody is supposed to be and where people would usually get ready to leave. Also a certain voiceline says that most outsiders call the Luofu the Xianzhou but he could still mean a different Xianzhou ship but as I'll get into later, I think it is a lie or he is going there for a different motive than he lets on.)

The main points we learn about the coffin in 1.0 is that he knows the individual inside the coffin, yet it is not a friend, relative, or sweetheart (This was a fun nod to HI3 tho)

You could say nothing is in the coffin anymore but later when Sushang tries to get some answers out if him about it he speaks as if, yes, there is still something or someone inside.

He says they only met once, and owed someone else a favor that required the "delivery" of the coffin and the thing/person inside to the Luofu. (I'll speak more on what I think of this later)

An interesting point that was brought up and that I do not believe is coincidental is that right after Kafka tells the MC how Aeons can die we cut right to Luocha explaining the same thing. He also stares at the Coffin whilst explaining how even Aeons will eventually die and reach the end of their life. This isn't a coincidence.

It relates to something, though we don't know yet. Sure he could be explaining in relation to death with the thing in the coffin but that seems too unimportant to be drawing so much attention to, mind you?

Whatever is in the coffin is very important and lore relevant, and I don't think there is any way it isn't.

(I'll get onto theories and more info at the end and in his Lightcones section)

2. The way his English voice actor speaks (with small notes from his JP one)

This may seem like a null point but I do think it is worth bringing up.

His English voice actor was given directions on how to act and this is very common with any actor, especially one like Luocha where what he says is important and has more than one way to interpret or say.

Lines like this one (image above) could be said with a flat or informing voice, or a kind and straightforward voice, what's important to note is that the voice actor, doesn't say it like that.

He speaks as if he is weary, he pauses at points that don't make sense when reading it, but gives off the appearance of being careful with what he's saying and is uncomfortable? Or uneasy with the subject at hand.

He also switches from a medium level of speaking to a very low voice, which is actually jarring and seems very odd (you could chalk this up to bad acting but by going thru the story you would see that this isn't the case and he is very talented.)

What important is that he seems to want to move on from the topic as soon as possible and even shortens his answers to simply yes or no, as if he wanted to quickly move the subject along - and when he couldn't he gave an inconclusive answer and forced the subject to be dropped.

(right here he gives the most vague and inconclusive answer he can give to end the conversation, he is ending it without really answering anything.)

(Stops the conversation.)

This is going away from the voice acting but I do think it adds to his unease and him ending the conversation the way he did.

Lastly I would like to talk about his JP voice actor at the end of Myriad Celestia Trailer: History of the Xianzhou.

I've seen a few people say that Luocha seems too happy at the end and that he sounds eerily like HI3 Otto, and I would have to agree, something is definitely up.

Also it is very interesting that he makes an appearance in this trailer and to me only solidifies his lore importance.

Also for who he is talking to it's the scared teacher man (Master Gongshu) and as of right now I can't figure out why Luocha would feel the need to talk to him to learn all this information.

3. Voice Lines From Other Characters

The voice lines are things I don't think many have looked into in a theory lens, but I have and I want to share my findings.

There isn't too much but Tingyun and Jing Yuan have very interesting lines I would love to dive into but first let's get the others outta the way.

Nothing too interesting of note here except the immortality line, there are a couple back ups to support what she is saying but simply not enough for me to consider this thus far.

The weak part is what I focused on and it does make me wonder if Luocha also had the same sickness Otto from HI3 had as a kid? Just things to think about.

Nothing really of note at all in this one but I do think it is funny he thinks Luocha's coffin is a 'sword casket' - though now that I do think about it this lends even more evidence to his words being lies since he was supposed to deliver it - although perhaps the coffin and the body do not come as a package.

ALRIGHT. This one is really fascinating. This proves that he was probably lying about having a meeting with Tingyun, or at least that he had it planned beforehand. Also, he is apparently not on record. The Whistling Flames is a merchant guild and Luocha says he has been to the Luofu many times as a merchant and traveller, this is very very odd. Makes me wonder if he is even a merchant at all.

Not to mention that Tingyun states that she can't remember him and that is weird. This is weird! She lives here and is IN the merchant guild, the fact that she's never seen him lends even more proof that he is also lying about being a merchant or at least being here before!

This is for Jing Yuan, and I honestly think it explains why he is watching Luocha in the Lightcone I'll discuss later

he shares that he doesn't think many merchants would act like him - like they didn't want or were in a hurry to do business at all. Makes it seem like he wasn't here to do business or be a merchant at all. I think Jing Yuan is very suspicious of Luocha and Luocha knows this (hence, lightcone.)

Also this is backed up by what Luocha says about Jing Yuan:

"The general not only knows how to reveal other people's intentions, but also skillfully hides his own and does it spectacularly. When you want to "prove" something, you have to be careful."

Anyway I think I'll touch more on this later, during the theory section but this is wild.

4. Lightcones

First up we have the one currently in the game

The description reads:

"On a bustling street he walks and walks. The sunlight closely follows his footsteps.

He makes a stop and picks up an umbrella to shade himself from the sun …and from that prying gaze."

this is obviously referring to Jing Yuan, who is keeping a close eye on him due to his odd manners. Luocha is aware of Jing Yuan watching him and picks up an umbrella to hide himself. This shows that Luocha probably knows of Jing Yuan's suspicions, however for some reason instead of trying to change Jing Yuan's mind, he simply hides himself from him. Perhaps he wishes to simply avoid him yet we do not know yet.

This one isn't in the game yet, and although it will be soon, this is a minor spoiler warning.

Next we have this one - and oh boy this one does imply a whole lot.

The description reads:

"Under the watch of the white irises, he knocks on the coffin. "Sometimes I feel I underestimated you by proposing this deal."

He receives no response other than a thorny branch piercing through his palm.

Yet he smiles, and tightly grasps the thorn, "Indeed. This is how it is. We wanted to use each other, and both ended up underestimating each other."

This is SO much. This teases so much it is actually insane how much it is trying to imply.

First off, it implies that whatever is in the coffin - is alive.

This also makes it seem like the favor itself maybe was a cover up for this "deal" which he seems to have made with the person in the coffin.

Between Luocha and the entity in the coffin, they both had something they wanted to gain from the other, they both probably wanted to take advantage of the deal and each other - but ended up - as they said, underestimating each other.

The entity in the coffin seems to be able to control these "vines" and is seemingly quite unhappy with Luocha or the situation since he stabs his hand.

It's also interesting to note it seems like this Lightcone takes place in a church. There is a lot of symbolism in this, but I am not knowledgeable to say more on it at this time.

I want to get into this right now - and luckily I can because for the last section I have today is -

5. Theories and Possibilities

Ok so first I want to touch on who could be in the coffin, and I've narrowed it down to only two possibilities.

Void Archives

An Aeon

These are the only things that stay consistent with all information we have thus far.

For Void Archives - he fits the description of being not friend nor family, and it would be very fitting for them to have only met once before this situation came to be.

This explains what happened to Void Archives and it also fits very very well with Luocha's second Lightcone description. It fits well with HI3 Otto and VA , and I do think it matches up too well to be something small or insignificant.

even if VA is not in the coffin I am pretty confident he has something to do with Luocha or WILL have something to do with Luocha in the future - it is simply too much of a story opportunity.

As for it being an Aeon - He looks at the coffin while speaking on how Aeons can die - also he bears the name fool in one of his eidolons and one of his skills. This bears resemblance to someone who apparently majorly injured Nanook...the presumably final boss at this point in time, ...and again bares resemblance to Otto from HI3 (a lot of his skills and eidolons have easter eggs).

However these are not end all be all's and it's way to early in the game to make any substantial theories for this. Especially when it could be someone or something completely new.

No, I do not think Kallen is in the box.

While I do think it is a possibility, it is not likely. The way he speaks to the coffin in the lightcone is not one of love - it is of something more serious and important to him, but seemingly in a more dangerous way than a loving way. There is a small allusion to the thorn seemingly about to pierce his heart but I still think that relates to a different symbolism than "Oh it's just Kallen."

Also while there is more evidence I do think Hoyo wants to do something new with his character, however instead of making him good like more people thought, they are probably doing something else.

Luocha placed or activated the Stellaron

I do believe that Luocha either brought the Stellaron or activated it. However with the timeline of events being the way it is, I suspect he simply brought it but did not activate it.

Kafka said that the person who brought it and the person who activated it have different goals, so this makes sense with the lore presented thus far. None the less he came here for a different reason than trading, and of that I am certain.

Ending Thoughts

All in all Luocha is one of the most intriguing Honkai: Star Rail characters and I am very excited as to where they choose to take their story, there are so many unanswered questions and at this point it would be very odd to not elaborate or for him to just be fully good.

This is only as much I could stand to talk about today, I could write even more about his medical usage, his relation to the abundance, his potential to be an emanator and how Dan Heng and Luocha possibly know each other but I think I'll wait until 1.1 comes out, I hope you enjoyed my crazed ramblings haha.

#honkai star rail #hsr #luocha #void archives #hsr theory #I am perfectly sane #*spent 2 hours writing this*#hsr luocha

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years ago

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#𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

🎀 asked ↺ HPLY SHIT FLAMEBRINGER HAS ME DOWN BAD. HIS VOICE. THE EDGE MIXED WITH A LOVE FOR FLOWERS... NEW SARKAZ BOY ACQUIRED /VPOS. i feel like he's either the sweetest lover or wants to take you from behind and fuck you into oblivion. there is no in-between.

cw. sub!reader, mean!flamebringer, rough sex, cumming inside (use condoms irl!!), big cock, overstimulation, dacryphilia, possessive behaviors, size kink, strength kink, hickies, blood kink, mating press, full nelson, doggy style & sex marathons. MINORS DNI!!

art credit. (please go check 'em out, art is super good!! they do have nsfw art so minors beware!!)

he's the type of boyfriend who would use you as his personal armrest, but if someone else tries it, he swings at them then acts like he didn't just try to start a fight. honestly the man is so unpredictable but i'm pretty sure he'd be less of a menace to you at the very least, letting you fall asleep on his admittedly comfy chest without voicing a complaint once. and good luck trying to pry him off of you when he's fallen asleep on you, bc that man has an absolute death grip and he's not gonna let go anytime soon.

flamebringer can and will fuck you into oblivion, his calloused hands tightly gripping your waist as he slams himself against your backside over and over. his cock spreads you open far wider than what could be considered normal, reaching so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. each brutish thrust pricks at nerves that have you sobbing and babbling stupidly, erasing any figments of thoughts or cares. there's nothing to ground you, nothing to think of but the way flamebringer fucks you into the mattress until he finally cums, painting your insides white with thick creamy globs. but just once isn't enough to satisfy him — the sarkaz needs the entirety of rhodes island to know who's fucking you this good. he won't stop until his stamina has run out and he's emptied his heavy balls into you, even if you're beyond exhausted by that point.

the hickies and deep bites he leaves behind are the type that stand out like a sore thumb and take weeks to heal up entirely. all the makeup in the world can't hide the indents of his teeth against your collarbone, or the love bites decorating the sides of your neck. and that doesn't even begin to account for the mess he made on the rest of your body. his bites tear deep enough to draw blood, the pain triggering fat tears to stain your cheeks, and he watches with a primal sort of hunger when he watches you sob like that. it's gotten to the point where you've begun to become terribly aroused by the searing pain, your mind so fogged that you can only focus on the painful pleasure that flamebringer delivers. and all of it is done with a purpose, since he's got such a nasty possessive streak on him, smug arrogance filling his chest when he watches you make a feeble, and admittedly pathetically adorable, attempt at walking after he'd just finished blowing out your backside.

flamebringer's strength is the source of his fiery pride, especially since he can use it to his advantage when he wants to fuck you senseless. he can, without a doubt, fuck you in full nelson, arms hooked under your plush thighs, his self-control cracking with each warbled moan escaping your lips. mating press has to be his absolute favorite, however, since he can watch each cute expression you make and be able to crush you beneath him, snuffing out any hopes you have of attempting to crawl away from him. the position allows him to reach even deeper, his fat cock brushing against sensitive nerves that leave you jolting and desperately clinging onto him. he just finds it so cute that you're chanting his name — stupidly babbling it like it's the only thing you can even remember. and of course, each time he cums, each load will stay safely nestled deep inside your oversensitive hole. at least, until he pulls out, your gaping walls unable to keep his seed from dripping out.

keep being this cute and pliant for him and he really may never want to ever let you go. it's only a matter of time before he can truly claim you as his♡

#lati thirsts #🎀 anon #arknights x reader #arknights smut #flamebringer #flamebringer x reader #flamebringer smut

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0tivez · 1 year ago

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Hii! This is my first time giving a request, so if I do anything wrong, I'm sorry. Well, I wanted to ask if you could write about Geto being with an artistic s/o. Also, I love the way you write him, so keep going on!!! Thank youu (　＾ω＾)🩷

note: hi anon! so sorry for the late response, school has been hell for a while. thank you for your kind words! it really keeps me going! hopefully i can deliver more suguru stuff soon <3

characters: geto

warnings: none, fluff

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⁜ i've always thought geto would be artistic and stylish in a non-curses au (que the tattoo artist geto fanarts)

⁜ so i can imagine him being the it couple with an artistic gf (me that's me)

⁜ he'd be very supportive and interested in your art, that goes without saying. geto is very attentive when it comes to his partners, he knows every small detail about you

⁜ he'd encourage you to go beyond your comfort zone and develop your own style

⁜ you'd be working on a new project and find suguru watching you endearingly

⁜ PAINTING DATES!!!!!!! AT THE PARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WITH WHITE WINE AND STRAWBERRIES!!!!!!!'!!!!!

⁜ he is for sure your muse, but not as much as you are his. whether he is an artist of some sort or not, you are forever his insipiration for anything he does. you honestly affect his life much more than you could imagine. he looks up at you a lot, no matter the age

⁜ you two met at an art gallery

⁜ he follows plays and exhibitions to surprise you

⁜ he'll allow you to paint on his bare back. it's honestly very sexy

⁜ surprisingly, he never asked you to draw him. in his mind, he thinks pushing you to do something before it comes to you naturally restricts your art, but for you, you feel like he doesn't like your style. imagine how surprised you are when you find out he had every picture of your pieces in an album on his phone, and imagine his surprise when he finds out a whole widespread full of sketches of him

⁜ he'd happily let you design a tattoo

⁜ buys you supplies before you run out

⁜ although he's your number 1 supporter, there are times where he's overwhelmed with your artistic crisises lol

⁜ constantly makes fun of the stereotypical daddy's money obnoxious lives in a penthouse in soho arty marties that hit on you

⁜ very knowledgable about art history

⁜ his favorite time of the day is when he comes back home from work to find you working on a project in your room with low lights and a faint music heard from the background. it takes away the stress for him and suddenly he forgets all about his problems for the day

thank you for reading! sorry this is short, but i felt like i was going off track so i decided to keep it simple. hope you all enjoyed it!!

#suguru geto #geto #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #geto fluff #suguru geto fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #geto suguru #geto suguru fluff #geto suguru imagine #sweet

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simslegacy5083 · 11 days ago

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Today's (11/14/2024) Episode: Hiding In Plain Sight

Noemi woke up on the second day of their family Batuu trip with her husband snuggling her gently. “Mmm, good morning handsome” she mumbled.

He gave her an impish grin and rolled away, hopping to his feet. “Ready for another day of adventure?” She grabbed his arm and climbed as much up her spouse as she did out of bed, ending with him fully ensnared in her arms and unable to escape her passionate kiss.

When she was convinced she’d properly laid claim to the dazed Luigi, she knocked on the frame of the loft bed next to them. “Rise and shine kiddo! This is your last full day as a child, and your last chance to explore space for quite some time; you don’t want to spend it laying around!”

In fact, given the crummy way he was feeling that morning, Skye wouldn’t have minded staying in bed at all. However, he dragged himself out from under the covers and did his best to pretend everything was OK, forcing a bright smile when he saw his dad glancing back his way.

His parents hadn’t said anything to him when they’d returned to The Dwelling early the previous evening, but it was obvious to the sensitive sim that they were disappointed by how things had gone. “It was all my fault for being a stupid scaredy cat” he berated himself “I’m not going to ruin today too!” He climbed carefully down to get changed, doing his best to ignore the ache in his bones and behind his eyes.

“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” Noemi asked later as they delivered a fresh meal from Docking Bay 7 to the hungry “alien” waiting for it. “You did a great deed for The Resistance today, Skye, and got to learn all about the local cuisine!”

“You know, I really enjoyed interning here and learning all the park exclusive beverages when I was in University” Luigi interjected. “I’m pretty sure they have a culinary internship too. Maybe you can apply for that one when you’re a student.”

“That would be cool.” Skye nodded his head and immediately regretted it when a lightning bolt of pain lanced from his temples down his neck.

As soon as his parents' backs were turned heading towards Black Spire he winced, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “No more vigorous nodding” he said to himself. Exhausted and itchy all over, he hoped at their next destination he could find somewhere to sit down for a minute.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try it?” Noemi asked her husband, placing her new Kyber crystal in her saber hilt in preparation for her first duel.

Luigi nodded and gave ger a roguish grin. “I can’t wait to see you in action, but hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster.”

In truth Luigi thought a lightsaber battle sounded amazing, but he knew his hand just wasn’t up to it. Pushing through the pain of Carpel Tunnel to achieve a successful game launch and championship tournament win had left him struggling with tasks requiring good grip strength and fine motor skill.

“May the force be with me” Noemi said with a smile a few minutes later, drawing her weapon and preparing to do battle.

“Take my picture Skye!” she called out, striking a pose. He started fumbling around in his inventory for his camera, suddenly lightheaded: “Hold on…”

“Here kid, let me give you a hand” Luigi looked at him oddly as he came over to help. “Are you feeling OK?” When his son mumbled something about being hot and tired, he tried to encourage him: “We’ll hit The Cantina next for cool drinks and then relax until its time for cake – how’s that sound?”

“Perfect” Skye told him, relieved. He quickly grabbed a snapshot of his mom, calling out “Good Luck!” as she squared off against her opponent.

Unfortunately, Noemi’s Jedi adversary made short work of the untrained swordswoman, ending their duel with a gentle mocking that stung her husband’s pride.

“That guy is doing a great job of playing a very punchable jerk!” Luigi grumbled as they walked to the bar. “He’s lucky I’m above that these days.”

“No harm done” Noemi promised him “and I was pretty slow out there – should have practiced first.” She shrugged: “but I wanted to move along to the real highlight of the trip – a Robot DJ dance party! Skye, you’re going to love this guy, he’s the slickest bot I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot!”

“Sounds like fun” Skye lied. There’d been nowhere to sit during the battle, and he was feeling worse than ever. Still, he didn’t complain when they pushed him ahead of them onto the dance floor, even though he was dizzy, itching all over, and his skull felt like it was pounding in time to the beat of the music. “Mom and dad had a great day, and its only a couple more hours” he told himself, determined not to ruin things a second time.

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An Alabama family has hired an attorney after one of their dogs was shot and injured Sunday by an Amazon driver attempting to deliver a package to their home outside of Birmingham.

Police in Hueytown, located about 13 miles southwest of Birmingham, declined to charge the driver after determining that he shot the dog in self-defense. But the Kirk family claims that the dog was chained on the porch and that the driver had no reason to be on their property since they had not ordered a package.

“If you notice dogs, why are you steadily walking toward the dog if they’re a threat to you?” Rose Kirk, the homeowner, told WLBT. “If I don’t know a dog, I’m not going to go near it.”

Kirk told Birmingham news stations that she was inside her home with her children Sunday night when she saw the Amazon delivery truck parked outside her home.

Moments later, she said she heard a single gunshot.

In surveillance video released by the family to local news stations, the two smaller dogs, Solar and Lunar, can be seen lounging on the porch of the home as the driver slowly approaches. When he notices the dogs, he can be seen drawing a handgun and shooting Solar as both dogs run off the porch toward him.

"He noticed them, but instead of backing off, he did not back off," Kirk told WLBT, adding that she hadn't even been expecting a package. "He had no reason to be on my property.”

Patrol officers with the Hueytown Police Department were dispatched to Kirk's home and interviewed the driver, who had fled down the road.

"It was reported that the dog was being very aggressive and charged at the delivery driver," the department said in a news release shared on Facebook. "The driver, who was armed, fired a single shot at the dog in an attempt to get away."

"Through the investigation by patrol officers on scene, it was determined that there was nothing more to this investigation rather than a delivery driver attempting to defend himself," the release said.

Kirk family hires attorney

The family rescued both dogs in 2017 from the Birmingham Humane Society, according to WLBT.

Solar survived the shooting, but now suffers from internal bleeding after the bullet entered his shoulder and exited his chest, according to the family. The family has set up a GoFundMe page seeking donations to cover the cost of Solar's veterinary expenses.

The Kirk family has also hired a Birmingham-based attorney "as legal counsel to investigate the matter," according to a statement provided to USA TODAY.

"At this time, the focus of the Kirk family is on the continued recovery of Solar and working to heal themselves emotionally after this tragedy," attorney Travis McCormick said in the statement. "Solar is still recovering at this time from his injuries and remains under the care of his veterinarian. However, the family remains hopeful that Solar will soon make a full recovery and return back to his loving family that misses him dearly."

Amazon said drivers prohibited from carrying guns

The shooting occurred around the same time that a woman in Georgia accused an Amazon driver of attempting to steal her family's puppy from their front yard.

Whether or employed by Amazon or a third party, the company's drivers are prohibited from carrying firearms regardless of state and local laws, Austin Stowe, an Amazon spokesperson told USA TODAY in a statement. Delivery drivers are, however, permitted to carry non-lethal deterrents for self-defense as long as they are legal.

“We are in touch with the customer and we’ve reached out to Hueytown Police Department as they investigate," Stowe said in the statement. "The driver involved is no longer delivering packages for Amazon.”

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foodandfolklore · 1 year ago

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Santa Claus: Paganism or Commercialism

Probably one of the most recognizable icons of Western Winter holidays is Santa Claus. A plump man in a red coat with long white beard who gives presents to well behaved children on Christmas. But where did this character come from? I'm sure many reading will point out old Saint Nick as the origin. Others will draw comparisons to the Holly King and Green man. And there's at lest a few people convinced the whole thing is just a way to get us to buy more during the holidays.

Creation of Santa Claus is largely credited to Clement Clarke Moore, the Author of The Night Before Christmas. He says he combined traits of Saint Nicholas and his Dutch Handyman for descriptors. He's also the one who gave Santa his flying sleigh and reindeer. But he still called the character Saint Nicholas. The Name Santa Claus is thanks to Dutch immigrants who came to America. They called Saint Nicholas 'Sinterklass' which caught on as Santa Claus.

So who is Saint Nicholas that this Santa Claus is apparently based on? Well according to the stories, during the early Christianization of Rome, there was a man was extreme wealth and generosity named Nicholas. He would see people in need and not hesitate to help, expecting nothing in return. He also had a power to know who was guilty and who was innocent. Nicholas became a Bishop and after death, ascended to be a Saint. He is the patron Saint of Charity and Children.

So now he's got some kick ass Saint powers, and can keep on doing cool stuff. And the stories say he did. He would make more food to have enough to go around. Keep people safe. Heal children who died too soon. People loved this guy! They would celebrate him on December 6th; the day of his supposed passing. Children would leave their shoes outside hoping for a treat from the passing Saint.

Okay so, clearly Santa Claus has Christian Roots. Why do people think he's pagan. Well, for a few centuries, things start to get a little muddled. See, the Romans were like a cultural and religious melting pot. So over the thousand years of Saint Nick doing his thing, Christmas started absorbing aspects of other holidays like Saturnalia and Winter Solstice; even changing the date to better line up with these other events. And if you look at some depictions of art from before the Red suit was standard, Santa can sometimes be seen in greens with holly and mistletoe. So If the only information you have is 'Christmas Celebrations are based on Pagan Traditions' it's not a big mental leap to assume Santa is one of those Pagan Traditions.

But the truth of the matter is we didn't have a visual standard until the past 100 years or so. Saint Nick and Winter gift giving exploded in popularity all over Europe, but after a thousand years, baby Jesus took over. Maybe to put the focus back on him? But that didn't seem to remain popular, so a new, meaner version of Nicholas appeared. And I'm not talking about Krampus. His appearance and mannerisms varied from region to region. He would flog or kidnap disruptive children. It was basically all punishment, no reward. Not very magical.

Then people come to the new World of America. A new life, a new outlook, a new way to raise children. They brought with them their story of Saint Nick, now called Santa Claus, and Started telling stories about how he was sequestered away. Far north in the north pole, a place uninhabitable by normal people. He lives there, making toys with his elves, and flies around the world in a single night delivering toys to all the nice children. I never really thought about it much, but the story of Santa Claus really is a Uniquely American Folk Tale.

One last thing; how did Santa Claus Get his signature look? As I mentioned, the story the Night Before Christmas is What cements Santa as Fat, Jolly, and with a full white beard. But he mentions nothing of the colour of his clothes. Many people think that the red suit is from Coca-Cola ads, as before that he was always dressed in green. While I think it's true the Coca-Cola ads help popularize red as Santa's Color, they were far from the first to choose red. Add to that, if red was not selected, there's no guarantee he would be green. When people started illustrating the story The Night Before Christmas, lots of versions of Santa were made. One where he was in all yellow. Another where he was of short stature and brown. Icey blues. All kinds of ideas. Doing research, it seems Thomas Nast was the one who established the look of Santa. He dressed him in red to complement is rosy red nose, gave his coat white trim, a black belt, and topped it off with the signature Santa Hat.

Now that Santa had a Standard uniform, kids could recognize him instantly. Malls started to set up areas where you could take your kids to see Santa, encouraging you to go to shopping. Products need only draw a Santa on their package and boom, limited seasonal item. Sometimes it feel like Santa Claus was Created just to sell us stuff. But he wasn't. He wasn't even created to guilt us into a faith. He was created to bring a little magic a wonder into the holiday season. Regardless of what holiday you may be celebrating. Santa doesn't care. Santa only cares that if you are kind, that kindness should be rewarded.

#Santa #Santa Claus #saint nicholas #Saint Nick #American Folklore #Christmas #saturnalia #winter solstice #charity #children #holiday #december #folktale #fairytale #folklore #klickwitch #food and folklore

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amayadartan · 1 year ago

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One Horseman of War, One Horseman of Conquest, The Fallen of Revenge and a Wrath demon go a hunting....

The sound of barking could be heard through the trees as Dalton and Derp, the Queen’s puppies, tracked the human. Centuries of fighting and training meant that neither Mithos nor Arioch had to reign them in as they went. They were not going to get distracted by anything. Using their supernatural powers along with their own agility and strength, the obstacles in their way were no problem. Judging from the sounds all of them heard in the forest around them, that was a good thing. Things were waking up, things those who were looking for Amaya would prefer to avoid. Things that were hungry and would love the snack of a human.

Suddenly Dalton lunged forward and increased his pace, Derp following a moment later and they both were going full tilt with the four males close on their heels. As they cleared another couple of fallen logs, the men came to a halt. In front of them, the pups had transformed from their cerberus forms back into small corgi puppies. Since the female human was in front of them, unconscious on the forest floor, that wasn’t completely surprising. What was, however, was that she was covered in what appeared to be some kind of hybrid of a chinchilla, a squirrel, and a rabbit. None of them had seen the small creatures in Imperium before.

“What are they?” Mithos asked, leaning a little closer with his eyes narrowing and head tilting. They were…cute?

“Do I look like a nature guide, asshole?” Arioch replied, not sure if the things were safe or not, but clearly not liking the situation at hand. He too was studying them but cautious.

“Rodents, idiots.” Answered Cruz, thoroughly annoyed with everyone and everything, who stepped forward to clear them off of the human. This is when the whole group made another discovery. Unlike Earthly rodents that have the four main front teeth, these had two rows on top and bottom of what looked like shark’s teeth, hundreds of them; and they looked none too happy about the King coming closer to Amaya’s body.

“Well, that’s…different…”Ollyl commented, his brows drawing together as a look of unease settled over his face. He then blew out a breath that puffed out his cheeks. This changed things, and made them more difficult.

“They haven’t eaten her. She’s alive. But they won’t let us near her….” Cruz knelt down a short distance from them, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his chin as he thought over the situation. Killing the creatures would be easy, but that would draw predators to them, and since they couldn’t trace Amaya, they’d at least need a minute or two to get her settled for one of them to carry her.

“I guess…that’s…positive?” Mithos stated hesitantly, hoping it was. He considered they were saving her for later, which didn’t make him feel any better.

As the others were trying to figure out some kind solution, Olly walked over and knelt down and whistled to Dalton. “Go ask your friends to please get off the nice lady. We need to get her to safety. If they bite us, we have to hurt them, and that might hurt her. Can you please do that?” He ruffled the fur on the top of the pup’s head.

Dalton and Derp had been yipping at the creatures who had been squeaking back while the men had been considering the situation. Olly hoped that maybe, just maybe they were actually communicating. He knew that Abriella’s dogs were not normal dogs by any stretch of the imagination and understood him fine, now if they could just get the creatures to understand. Soon enough, it seemed he was right since the little things started getting off of her, but then apparently they had made some kind of deal in order to accomplish this.

As the little furry beings were getting off of Amaya, Dalton and Derp started picking them up in their mouths and delivering them to the feet of each of the men. All except Olly. The little creatures started climbing their pants as soon as they were deposited, some finding pockets to go into while others kept going higher. “Uh, I think they want out of the forest too, and the dogs promised them a ride to the Palace. Maybe put them in the garden with the pixies? I’m sure they’d love some Tribbles.” Olly shrugged as he got a death glare from Cruz who now had one sitting on his shoulder.

“Tribbles?! Did you see the teeth on that one that snarled at Cruz?” Arioch asked as one started snuggling into his pocket. “Ummm..shit..we’re really going to do this, huh?” He blew out a sigh as another one started to fall off of his pant leg and he caught it and stuck it in another pocket. Abriella should be glad he loved her cute ass.

“Just get these damned things and get them to the garden.” Cruz grumbled, but was standing there with two in one of his large hands, petting them like a cat. “Olly, since you’ve been spared, get the human to Abriella and Arch.” He shook his head. He knew that his sister was going to have one of these damn things as a pet and it would end up in his room…he knew it. Just like the pups during thunderstorms.

Watching Cruz with the two fuzzballs in his hands was about to make Olly breakout in laughter, but the task at hand was serious, so he nodded and went over to scoop Amaya up off of the ground. A couple of the furry beings didn’t want to leave her and used their teeth and claws to hold onto her plaid flannel shirt. “Guess I’m taking a couple with me. Your sister is going to LOVE this!” Olly rolled his eyes, still trying to fight outright laughter, and then unfurled his wings just enough to get them off of the ground.

“Not as much as Arch. Just don’t let him take one into his lab, these things have teeth and I don’t want them ending up in my room pissed and looking for their missing brother. Or, worse, him making one of them our size!” Arioch replied sarcastically as he watched the Horseman of Conquest slowly rising and navigating the branches overhead. Thankfully the trees did have some space between them up higher, which is why the underbrush was so overgrown and had given them such problems.

“We have them all, let’s get the fuck out of here. These things are obviously snacks for something bigger, and I don’t want to be here when it shows up. I’ve had enough frustration for one fucking day.” It was clear Mithos was tired and no one blamed him. After ensuring that Dalton and Derp were secured, all of the men mysted back to the garden of the Palace to deposit the little furry softball beings.

Olly had been right in mentioning the pixies. As soon as the first chirp was heard in the garden, pixies of every shape, size, and color came out and swarmed around the males. They picked up the beings and snuggled them, loving on them. Even a few of the garden gnomes came wadding out of their little houses to invite the creatures in. The vine on the wall of the palace that Cruz had always suspected was sentient in some way even made a type of shelter for a few of them. For almost fifteen minutes, the men watched in stunned silence as the beings were welcomed into the garden, as if they were watching some kind of surreal Disney or Ghibli movie playing out before them.

Finally, Cruz broke the silence, “I have neither the patience nor the tact to handle this tonight.” He sighed, shaking his head and slightly holding his hands out to his sides. “We’ll find out what those things are in the morning. Let us go find the others.”

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imagination-confusion · 1 year ago

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I just had an idea for a Warrior Cats fanfiction.

In a world of Warriors, Bumblestar, the leader of Sunclan, welcomes a pregnant rogue she-cat named Bug into the camp. Bug and the deputy, Coyotesnap hate each other.

Bug made it clear that she and her kits are leaving the clan as soon as her kits can safely leave. However, when the medicine cat delivers a prophecy, it suddenly becomes a problem. The situation shifts to: "Hey, umm… we've changed our mind. Give us your children so they can save our religion."

The story is just following Bug and Moth and their kits as they just try and escape the lands and just being followed by these guys hellbent on trying to fulfill this prophecy that sounds batshit insane.

Bug and Moth are like real icons and just trying to be good parents and trying to provide what's best for their family and getting away from this absolute nonsense. Moth takes one of lives of Bumblestar when he finally confronts them.

Dunno what happens next, haven't gone that far yet.

Here's like a passage I made for the story on the whim.

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The night was shrouded in darkness as Bug shifted restlessly in her makeshift nest of leaves and moss. Sleep had eluded her, her senses on high alert in the unfamiliar territory they had sought refuge in. A rustling of leaves and the distant sound of approaching paws snapped her into full awareness.

Coyotesnap's voice, carried by the wind, reached her ears, accompanied by the thudding of multiple sets of footsteps. Bug's heart raced as she sat up, her instincts screaming at her to flee. She pressed her ear against the ground, hoping to discern their direction.

The sound grew louder, the realization that the clan's pursuit was drawing near forcing Bug into action. She turned to Moth, her voice urgent. "Moth, we need to move. Now!"

Moth with his eyes wide with concern nodded as he gathered their kits close. They moved swiftly through the undergrowth, their steps cautious as they snuck away. The distant voices of Sunclan warriors grew louder, urging them to push on.

As they ran, Bug's heart pounded in her chest, the terror of being caught urging her forward. The scent of the clan's trackers grew stronger, they were closing in. Just as the sounds of pursuit seemed to echo all around them, Bug spotted a dilapidated barn in the distance.

Without hesitation, Bug led her family to the shelter of the barn, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She pushed open the creaky door, revealing a dim interior filled with bales of hay. With a sense of urgency, they slipped inside, their scents masked by the musty smell of the barn.

Bug and Moth huddled close with their kits, the tension in the air almost suffocating. They listened as the sounds of pursuit drew nearer, the thudding footsteps and hushed voices echoing through the night. The adrenaline coursing through Bug's veins was matched only by her determination to keep her family safe.

The sound of Sunclan's warriors reached a crescendo, and Bug's heart raced as she imagined them closing in on their hiding spot. She pressed her muzzle against Moth's fur, her voice a whisper. Urging her family to stay quiet.

They held their breath as the sounds of footsteps and voices seemed to surround the barn. Bug's ears strained, her heart pounding in her chest, willing the clan cats to move on and leave them in peace.

After what felt like an eternity, the sounds began to recede, the thudding footsteps growing fainter with each passing moment. Bug's grip on her kits tightened, her body still tense with anticipation. It wasn't until the night grew still and silent that she dared to let out a sigh of relief.

"They're gone," Moth's voice was a mix of relief and exhaustion, his body sagging against Bug's.

Bug nodded, her heart slowly returning to a more steady rhythm. She gazed down at her kits, their eyes wide with fear.

"We'll stay here for now," Bug murmured, her voice a soothing lullaby to her kits. "When the time is right, we'll find a new and safe place."

As the moon cast its gentle glow through the cracks in the barn, Bug, Moth, and their kits huddled together in the hay. Bug finally finding rest in knowing her family is safe for the time being.

Unaware of the turmoil and trouble within Sunclan causing a crack to show in it's once prosperous unity and peace.

#ramblings #kit makes text posts #fanfiction idea #warrior cats ocs #warrior cats

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duskspring · 5 months ago

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Chapter 2

Summary: When the opportunity arises for Terzo to avenge himself after years of waiting, of course he takes it. Amy is the absolute perfect person to accomplish this with, but he might have a harder time staying on track than expected.

Content (18+): Terzo being a scheming petty bitch, flirting, dancing, smoking weed

Word count: ~5.3k words

[Previous chapter / Read it on AO3]

Terzo stood staring at the door for at least a full minute before he snapped back to reality. He felt weird in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Vulnerable, exposed. Like a fool. It ticked him off just as much as it made him more determined.

The first thing he did when he fully came back to his senses was readjust his plan. Well, no, the actual first thing he did was get rid of the raging hard on Amy had unceremoniously left him with. He mentally went back to the drawing board, as he wiped his orgasm off of his hand with a tissue. He felt uncharacteristically out of his element, but he told himself he’d just been caught off guard. Clearly Amy wasn’t opposed to having him, but getting back control of the situation would now be an important next step.

Ideally, Copia would know about whatever happened between him and Amy. That was the whole point. It would have been easy enough if she’d gone along with him earlier, but she seemed too professional, too unwilling to go all the way or let loose completely during work hours. It would all be for nothing at this rate. Unless, of course, he wound her up tight enough that she would come to him. Oh, yes. He wanted her begging for him before the end of the week, arrogantly thinking it'd be easy.

Papa smirked at the thought, hurriedly picking up his phone to text Ifrit, summoning the fire ghoul to his office in need of some specific help. The moment he hit send, he moved onto his other associates, writing messages and making phone calls in preparation to make sure Friday would deliver nothing short of the perfect setup.

The door was soon assaulted by a quick knock. He knew who it would be before they even walked in, without waiting for a response mind you. Indeed it was Ifrit, swaggering into the office like he owned it, not a care in the world, “You texted.”

Terzo put a finger up to silence him, wrapping up his call before addressing him, “I have a task for you,” Papa said as he put the phone down, gesturing for the ghoul to come closer. Only once he stood in front of the desk did he continue.

It immediately made Ifrit suspicious; Why was Papa being so mysterious? Why didn’t he just tell him what to do over text?

"I need a sister to show her face Friday night but I cannot ask her myself.” His voice lowered. Friday nights at the ministry could get notoriously eventful. They meant gatherings in people’s dorms, meetings to sin and, oftentimes, parties thrown by Terzo or Secondo.

“So you want me to do it?” The ghoul gathered. He never would've expected the man to outsource such a task. His confusion naturally persisted.

“It shouldn’t be too hard for you. And it's good for me that she doesn't know you.” Papa shrugged. Ifrit certainly did have a reputation, not to mention his fierce loyalty to the third Emeritus brother.

“And who exactly do I need to get there?”

“Sister Amy, Cardinal Copia’s assistant.”

Ifrit’s demeanor faltered slightly, as his mind flashed back to a conversation he'd had with Omega not too long after his summoning. Something about Terzo holding a grudge, he hadn't gotten all the details. He tried searching for the most appropriate way to voice his newfound concerns, not wanting a ticked off Terzo after him, “I hope you know what you’re doing.” He said warily.

Terzo scoffed, “Of course I do. What do you take me for?”

“Why not ask her yourself?” Ifrit pushed a bit further, hoping maybe his worry was unfounded.

The man straightened in his chair, clearly not amused at any doubt thrown his way, “I mean to… surprise her is all. It’s easier this way. Now can I count on you or not?” Terzo was not one to easily sound this snide. Something was definitely behind him getting defensive. Alas, Ifrit didn’t feel like he had the right to further question it for now.

“Do you even have to ask? I can be counted on.” He forced the confident smirk back onto his face, turning on his heels to get out.

“Don’t be too obvious about it!” was yelled after him, ”Wait until at least tomorrow.”

Amy internally cussed at herself in semi-shock as she speedwalked back to her dorm. She repeated the words, out loud this time, when she busted through the door, unceremoniously letting gravity pull her face first into her mattress.

“You alright?” Her brain took a second longer than usual to react to the sound of her roommate Gabbie’s voice. They'd barely looked up from their phone when they asked.

“I think I’m gonna get kicked out of the Abbey.” Halfway through the sentence she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her, rolling onto her back to make sure she could breathe and be heard better.

Gabbie did look up at those words, shocked regardless of their new friend’s seeming nonchalance at whatever situation had occurred. A thousand possible scenarios of what could’ve happened in the few hours since they last saw each other flashed through their mind, “What the hell are you talking about? What happened?”

“I- uhm- right- you see-“ Finding the words was hard enough on its own, the fact that she was still laughing didn’t help. How could she even begin to explain what just went down in Terzo’s office? “I can be impulsive-”

“I’ve noticed.”

“And I may have kind of, sort of… edged Papa and then walked away without finishing him off.”

After a second of silence to process the words, Gabbie let out an involuntary snort, “Wait, wait, wait, which one?”

“Third.”

Now Gabbie was full on cackling as well, unable to contain their reaction to their roommate’s… boldness? Recklessness? They really weren't sure what to call it, only caring for the humor of it all.

“I sure hope you laughing means I won’t get in trouble.” Amy still smiled but there was a nugget of real worry there.

“Oh, you’re in trouble, alright. Just not in a business sort of way. Knowing what I know ‘bout Papa, he’s gonna get you back.” Their laughter had turned into a taunting smirk.

“Ah, fuck.” She said, secretly, or not so secretly, very excited about the prospect of getting to further this game she had unwittingly started, “Could be fun, though.” She said softly, trying to psych herself up further.

“I’m sure it will be. So what about you? D’you take the day off?”

Amy’s happy mood immediately shifted. Gabbie could recognize what was going on immediately just based off of her facial expression suddenly dropping. They thus weren't surprised when their roommate suddenly bounced back onto her feet and bolted out the door.

She chastised herself for getting so sidetracked, as she narrowly avoided bumping into anyone in her rush to get back to work. Getting to Copia’s office was a few flights of painfully exasperating stairs away, leaving her with only a second to catch her breath in front of the door before knocking.

“Si accomodi.” He beckoned her in.

The office wasn’t very big, but it was certainly cozy. The shades were usually drawn so all light came from candles and antique looking table lamps placed all over the room. There were two armchairs facing Copia’s desk, some bookshelves on the right wall and her desk with its semi-uncomfortable chair on the left.

“I’m sorry that took so long, cardinal.” She addressed him properly to punctuate the apology, while quickly making her way to her desk.

Her leftover paperwork was piled up neatly on the right and all her new work on the left. Amy always made sure to keep her workspace as tidy as possible, often staying a little past her work hours to clean up. Her boss was quite the opposite. He had papers all over the place, knickknacks that he hit his hand against or accidentally pushed off of the desk at least thrice a day and empty juice boxes all over the place. Still, it was clear he knew exactly what he was doing. She’d seen it with her own eyes when she asked for a specific spreadsheet and the man had immediately been able to pull it from the mess without thought. She could easily remember how embarrassed the cardinal had gotten when she first entered his space, trying to clean or cover up his mess while she was in the room. She always tried her best to show him no judgement. It warmed her heart to see him so much less nervous around her now.

“Well, I assume it was important. What, uhm- Papa said he had something for me, correct?”

Shit. She hadn’t thought of an excuse yet and she certainly wasn’t gonna tell her boss she jerked a guy off during her work hours, “Yeah, I don’t know,” She improvised, “Sister Imperator called him away before he could stop rambling.” She didn’t look in his direction, in fear he’d see right through her.

Copia sighed. Amy missed how some of the tension in his shoulders released with it, “I'm sure we'll get to it later,” His eyes stayed fixed on her for another moment, “Did you run here? You seem out of breath.” His voice was laced with concern, bless him.

“I did. I know we still have a lot to do, so I didn’t want to waste any more time. I better just get back to it already.”

“Ah, right.” The cardinal shook his head, seemingly not fully there himself.

Amy shifted in her chair, staring blankly at the papers in front of her for a few seconds before things clicked into place and she remembered what exactly she was looking at. Though she could easily keep working as if nothing had occurred, she couldn’t deny feeling curious and excited about what Terzo might have been planning. If Gabbie was anything to go by, she was in for a ride.

Alas, nothing had come of it that day and Amy chastised herself for her impatience when she had heard nothing still towards the end of the next.

Unbeknownst to her, however, Papa’s fire ghoul hid in the shadows as he watched her speed walk through the halls. He’d followed the given instructions and indeed waited a day, though he’d started observing her earlier than that, just to be sure. She was currently working but he made sure he knew where she was at all times so he could ever so coincidentally run into her when the time was right.

There had been a part of him worried about what Terzo was up to, but this would be far from the first time he’d helped someone with a similar wish out. Though he still thought this seemed out of character for Papa, Ifrit figured he’d learn the context soon enough.

The sister walked back towards Copia’s office again and it seemed like the perfect chance to strike. Amy startled as she rounded the corner, very nearly bumping into a ghoul who leaned against the wall facing her.

“Fucking hell!” She exclaimed automatically.

“Nice to meet you too.” Ifrit gave no further reaction or apology for scaring the woman.

“Yeah? Sorry, but I have to-“ She tried to walk around him but he pushed off the wall to stand straight and ever so slightly block her exit, enough to stop her in her tracks but leaving her room to go around him if she really wanted to.

“Oh, please. Indulge me for just a minute.”

“What?” The woman had to take a second to mentally switch away from work and into her current interaction. Ifrit merely looked at her expectantly. She sighed, realizing he was waiting for a response and she didn’t want to come across like an asshole either, “Oh. Right, sorry. I’m Amy.” She put her hand out and he shook it, “I have to get back to the office, but if you wanna talk…” She walked around him, gesturing for him to follow her so she wouldn’t be slowed down too much.

Obviously he did, “Your smell is new. And I haven’t seen you around before, I think. Not even at a party.”

“I’ve just been trying to get settled in slowly, I’ve only been here a month.” Amy explained, still feeling a bit guilty for half ignoring him, but she had to take her job seriously. He felt quite the same for being so insistent, but there was no room for guilt when he had papal orders to follow.

“A month?” His steps faltered in genuine surprise, before quickening to get ahead of her, now walking backwards to keep making eye contact, “That’s not nothing. You won’t be ‘settled in’ until you experience all of Ministry life. Why don’t you join me to Papa Terzo’s party this Friday? They’re a blast.”

“I’m sure they are,” Amy said, imagining what kind of event such a boisterous person with that much influence would be capable of throwing. She wasn’t quite impressed by the cocky ghoul yet though, “What was your name again?” She said to point out he hadn’t even told her something so basic.

“Ifrit, at your service.” He gave a little bow, stopping his steps in front of Copia’s office door to make sure she couldn't go in quite yet.

She quit walking when he did, staring at his face for a moment as if she was trying to figure something out. The fire ghoul started worrying she might be onto him, but she really shouldn’t have been. He was like this with most siblings!

“Maybe you’re right. I’ll come along.” Amy suddenly shrugged, though she was secretly very curious to see if or what Papa might pull when he saw her there. She didn't have to approach him head on, but giving him the chance to do so wouldn't be bad either.

“Awesome!” Ifrit smiled a little wider, stepping aside and away from the door like a guard allowing her entrance, “I will make sure to see you there.”

Friday rolled around in a jiffy. At least for Amy it did. Terzo had been scheming and getting off on the memory of her hand on him for the few days since, too busy with planning the party and regular work to lay with another, but that was neither here nor there.

It had paid off however, seeing as Papa had put together quite the event in the dining hall. Most tables had been moved aside to create a huge dance floor. A band of ghouls played a variety of songs, the music booming through the room’s speakers down to the connected hallways. At least half the ministry was in attendance, including Amy.

Because she knew Terzo would be there, she decided to go dressed a little more risqué than usual, just to tease him a little further. She was glad to finally get the chance to wear a black dress she’d bought a while back. It barely reached past her ass, the neckline plunged deep and the fabric comfortably clung to her shape. Add a bit of eyeliner and light jewellery and she felt sexy, powerful even. She was ready for whatever the night might throw at her.

Walking into the party with Gabbie by her side, she immediately scanned the room in search of its host. It wasn’t too difficult to find him, since he sat up on a table, a small crowd gathered around him laughing loudly at whatever anecdote he must’ve shared. For a split second, in between his words, Terzo’s head turned to the door just in time to catch Amy’s gaze. His head moved back to face his companions near instantly, but not without a small smirk creeping onto his face.

“I’m gonna go look for Rita. If you need me, shoot me a call.” Gabbie announced, squeezing their roommate’s shoulder.

“Fine, leave me here all alone and defenceless.” Amy sighed exaggeratedly, putting the back of her hand against her forehead as if she would faint.

“Well, if you need protection, I’m sure Papa would be more than willing to provide it,” They wiggled their eyebrows, “Speaking of which, don’t forget to use protection! Bye!” Gabbie yelled over their shoulder, already walking off before Amy could playfully smack them like she totally would’ve done.

Yeah right, like she would immediately jump into bed with Terzo just cause, what? He’s Papa? He seemed submissive and open to the idea? He looked really hot and she somewhat wished she’d have pushed it further? As if.

To ignore that train of thought spiralling along any further, Amy made her way to a table full of different kinds of drinks. More than half was alcohol, but there was still a substantial amount of sodas and juices for those who didn’t drink. Which was good, since she wanted to keep a clear mind tonight.

“My, my, what’s a beauty like you doing all by yourself.” A familiar ghoul approached her as she took her first sip.

“Hey, you… Efrot, right?” She asked, purposely trying to reel his previously displayed ego in a bit.

Ifrit shook his head, “You hurt my feelings.” He said sarcastically, a hand on his heart.

“You remind me of Terzo when you say that.” She noted.

“Do you know him well than?”

“I’ve talked to him here and there. Doesn’t seem too hard to figure him out.” She chuckled a bit.

Ifrit stood up a bit straighter, “Don’t say that sort of stuff about him.” There was no longer a playfulness in his voice.

Amy was caught off guard, not having intended offence. Then it felt like something clicked into place, her expression morphing into a knowing look before she could stop it, “You were summoned by him, is that right?”

“So what if I was?” Ifrit immediately questioned, though he feared her knowing this may have been against Terzo’s wishes.

Amy wondered if maybe Terzo had asked him to invite her tonight. Perhaps she was being arrogant, but it seemed plausible. Her only question was why such a seemingly confident man didn’t ask her himself. Not having access to all the answers immediately, she decided to shrug it off for now, at least outwardly so. Mentally the cogs kept turning, “Just realized it, I guess. It doesn’t really matter. Did you wanna dance?”

“Oh-“ The ghoul had been given so little instructions by Terzo that his social improvisation skills suddenly fell flat. He had just wanted to greet her, unsure if he was allowed to dance with her or if he should be getting Papa and her together. He hurriedly made a decision for himself, “I’d love to. But I need to take care of something real quick. I’ll be right back!” She watched him vanish into the crowd near instantly, confused but staying in place so he could find her again.

Out of sight, the ghoul speedwalked to his summoner, who saw him approaching from the corner of his eye before he even got close to the group of people still gathered around him. He looked at his associate over the heads of everyone else. Ifrit motioned towards where Amy stood, tilting his head in question. Papa merely waved him away, seemingly acknowledging that she was there, but telling him to take care of it for now. Whatever that entailed.

Unsure how to proceed still, Ifrit internally shrugged and just decided to do whatever would be most fun for him. Amy’s expression was skeptical when he returned, but at least she was still smiling. She nearly squeaked, then chuckled as she was practically dragged onto the dance floor. The music was mostly rock, with a few famous pop songs everyone knew thrown in from time to time because no one could deny the good atmosphere those created.

Although her mind was still running with Terzo centered thoughts and ideas, she didn’t allow herself no fun at all, genuinely dancing with the ghoul for a few songs and just enjoying the moment.

The two jived together well; mirroring and going back and forth with each other. It was a silent conversation through their equally lame dance moves that gave Amy an honest feeling of connection. One she’d longed for coming to the abbey and now had a few of. Gabbie, Rita, Copia… Terzo?

When the name popped into her head again, the woman finally made a subtle turn to look to her right. Papa still hadn’t moved from his earlier spot, some of the same people and some new ones seemingly keeping him there, but his eyes appeared to be trained in her direction.

She didn't keep looking, her only acknowledgment of him was the smirk subtly playing at her lips, before she turned her focus back to the fire ghoul.

Unbeknownst to her, at least in terms of extent, however, Terzo had a plan. One that slipped his mind for a moment as Ifrit’s contact with her overstepped what he’d needed him for.

“Dewdrop, get Ifrit and make sure there’s enough food and drinks left.” He said, without taking his eyes off of the two.

“Why me?” The water ghoul complained.

Now Papa did turn his head, his sharp gaze enough to have Dew raise his hands defensively and move to do as told without another peep.

Terzo was forced back into conversation by one of the people next to him asking him a question, but he made sure to keep a side eye on the dance floor. He witnessed Ifrit talking to and following Dew away from the crowd. Amy was left on her own, telling herself to not look in Papa’s direction again and instead stay focused on the music and her fun by herself. He knew this was his chance to, at the very least, establish contact.

He found the next best gap in conversation and excused himself away from everyone. Left and right he greeted people on the dancefloor as if he was there for no one specifically. The closer he got to Amy, the more he admired the way she moved. Her hips swayed in time with the music, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.

All of a sudden, a woman appeared from the crowd, leaning close to Amy to say something. Her smile brightened, before letting the lady lead her away from the dancefloor again.

Terzo was ticked off for all of two seconds before he turned his head and noticed none other than Copia, barely through the door of the room. Even though it wasn’t rare for the cardinal to be seen out at these parties, Papa could have jumped for joy at the opportunity that was just handed to him on a silver platter. All he needed to do was wait just a little longer, maybe have another drink for good measure.

“Cardinal! I didn’t expect to see you tonight!” Amy practically had to yell to be heard over the music.

“What are you talking about? I'm a king here!” He playfully exclaimed, "You look… very good.” The man then complimented, stepping closer so they’d hear each other better.

“Why thank you.” She wasn’t sure how she should act towards her boss in a scenario like this. But if she could jerk off Papa, she could surely have some innocent fun with Copia. Especially if said innocent fun could help her in her pursuit to mess with Terzo, “Would you like to dance?”

“Absolutely!” It was heartwarming to see Copia so energetic. She’s caught glimpses of this side of him before, but she was hoping she may be able to actually get acquainted with it tonight.

She got a good giggle out of his silly dance moves, mirroring them like she had done with Ifrit and genuinely having a great time. Copia really did seem like a king, on top of the world. Not having to think about work for a change clearly had a great effect on him. He greeted people from time to time as they danced past him, most of them initiating it. He was very well liked in the space, which seemed so different from the standard way things were around the ministry.

She’d have completely forgotten about Terzo, had he not suddenly decided to show his face again. She startled at the feeling of hands on her hips. They were warm, the feeling amplified by her own burning, sweaty body. When she twisted around, she found his face much closer to hers than she'd expected.

“Is this outfit for me?” He teased, his expression as smug as ever.

“Do you like it?” She teased back, still swaying to the music.

“I think so. It’s a little hard to see in this lighting.” He said it as casually as possible, but even then it was obvious what he was trying to get at. He wanted them to get out of there, unsurprisingly.

She scoffed, albeit in good spirit, before turning her attention back to Copia. He seemed more awkward now, moving to properly greet Terzo now that he had an opening to do so.

“I’m so glad you showed up!” Papa's smile oozed condescension, “Should help with those stress wrinkles of yours.”

“Well, you were pretty adamant-”

“Then look alive!” Terzo cut the other man off before he could reveal too much, “Smile, drink, dance, go socialize with people! Leave the business to your assistant and I tonight.” He lowered his voice at the last part, making sure only Copia heard.

“What business?” He immediately inquired, taking it to mean literal work.

“Ours. Now go.” With an encouraging, slightly forceful, pat on the shoulder, the cardinal was sent on his way. He didn’t dare defy Terzo, something which the man loved using to his advantage.

“So desperate to have me all to yourself?” A voice rang out behind him. Amy stood there with her arms crossed.

“I could have anyone I want, you know.” He replied more defensively than he’d intended.

“And yet here you are.” The fact that she could stand there and smirk at him as if she held the upper hand infuriated him. He wasn’t used to not being the one in charge. Yet in some way it excited him. He needed to see how far he could push things.

“Would you rather I leave?” He challenged, walking closer until there was less than a step of space between them, still somewhat moving to the music as if that would make their conversation any less suspicious.

She merely shrugged, “I could have anyone I want, you know.”

“And yet here you are.” The smoothness of his voice made her heart skip a beat.

Neither of them spoke another word after that, only anticipating who would do what first. All the noise around them slowly faded from their consciousness. It was as if the whole world stopped spinning just so they could have this moment to stare each other down, silently fighting for who would come out on top. The two looked into each other’s eyes without falter, both just waiting for the other to break and close the distance between them. It was like there was a magnetic pull forcing them simultaneously closer to one another. Like it was inevitable and they both knew it.

Amy seemed to startle back out of nowhere, genuinely making Terzo wonder what happened and if she was alright, if he had overstepped. That was until she reached into her purse to retrieve her phone, and immediately he understood.

“Duty calls.” Amy waved her hand holding her phone, before making her way out of the dining hall in an attempt to find a quieter space for her phone call.

Papa merely watched her leave, still partially trapped in the trance he’d been under but seconds ago.

“Terzo?” Ifrit’s was probably the last voice he wanted to hear at that moment.

He could only hum in acknowledgment, almost saddened at the loss of the moment.

“I think she knows you asked me to invite her.”

His head snapped over to look at the ghoul, “You told her?!” Oh, no, no, no, this was not according to plan-

“I didn’t! She just guessed you summoned me and she seemed to think about that further. But that's an assumption on my end. I don’t know.” He explained, having been all too aware of Amy’s thoughtful look.

Terzo willed himself to take a few deep breaths, refusing to let his whole night and mood be ruined. He’d interacted well with her, even in front of Copia. He'd rubbed it in his face. He was still making progress. He would still succeed.

“Can you hear me now? Hello?” Amy yelled into her phone to Gabbie, covering her other ear.

“Barely. Rita and I’re outside on that bench next to the greenhouse, wanna join? I already rolled a joint.”

“Yeah, sure. Give me a minute to get there.” For just a second, she looked back into the hall, seeing if Terzo was still within sight. He wasn’t, their view of one another obstructed by the seemingly endless crowd. Her focus shifted, quickly hurrying away to the agreed upon bench.

She could smell the weed before she even saw her friends, glad that the warm summer night allowed her to walk around without a jacket.

“There she is!” Rita giggled, clearly already under the influence.

“How was dancing with the cardinal, eh?” Gabbie wiggled their eyebrows for a second time that night, never missing a chance to tease their friend. They held the joint out to Amy.

She took a quick hit of it before talking, “It was fun, honestly. Just regular fun,” She clarified with a smile, taking another puff, “Papa, on the other hand… that was quite something.”

“Which Papa?!” Rita gasped, momentarily forgetting she had already heard the story of what had taken place between Amy and Terzo earlier that week.

“Please tell me you two fucked in a broom closet or some shit.” Gabbie laughed, taking the drug back from their friend when offered.

“We’re not quite there yet-“

“Yet.” Gabbie interjected again.

“But! I’m pretty fucking sure we were about to make out.”

“About to?! Why didn’t you?!” The two shushed Rita when her voice echoed around the area a bit too loudly.

“Because you called me.” Amy whisper-yelled at Gabbie.

“Oh my god, dude. I’m sorry.”

“That’s quite alright. Maybe I’m super overconfident but I honestly think I’ll get him sooner or later anyway.”

“That’s the spirit!” Rita said with a dopey grin, once again just a tad too loud for the fact that there were people sleeping inside on this side of the building.

“So I could be crazy, but one of his ghouls is the one that invited me to this. Like, he was quite insistent on it. And part of me is convinced it’s because Terzo told him to do that.”

“Okay. I hate to burst your bubble, but I don’t think Papa has ever put that much effort into fucking anyone.”

Amy merely shrugged, “Like I said, I could be crazy. But the idea is a good ego boost. And even if that’s not what happened, I still made sure to barely look his way and yet, Papa ended up coming my way. Was that a coincidence or him just being nice? Maybe, maybe not.”

Gabbie snorted, the joint still in between their fingers, “Do you still want more of this? Because you sound high out of your mind.”

“Fuck you.” Amy laughed.

Yeah, she probably was looking way too deep into things. She couldn’t help it though. She liked feeling so desired, especially by Mr. ‘could get anyone he wants’. Besides, it probably wouldn’t hurt to let loose and have a bit of fun, would it?

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