#huves writes

[helluvahusker]

Stolas: *manhandles Blitzø and says nice things about him for approximately .2 seconds*

Blitzø: *melts into a pathetic subby mess*

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies, mostly about the Floyd/Riddle post from yesterday and the nonvirgin Trey post from a day before!

Anonymous asked:

"Full on twt and bsky"-

Everyone - *runs to twt and bsky*

Thank you for the food Ryu✨

Hehe thank youuu I am happy you got intrigued by that preview~

Enjoy your food! <3

Anonymous asked:

Is that a realistic size for a human penis?

It is, but apparently it’s pretty rare. Google says that less than 1% of men have peens smaller than 9.3 cm… can’t say for certain what Riddle’s size is though lol And also, Floyd’s long-ass fingers aren’t doing him any favours! It’s also the angle! And Floyd’s huge just in general! And Riddle’s still growing, ok! (he wishes...)

Anonymous asked:

Dayum riddles dick so small it looks like a clit 🤣

Ahhh please don’t bully him (please do bully him) 🥹

Anonymous asked:

Are you going to write more of Divus Crewel soon? PLEASE? I don't care if it's sfw or nsfw, just huve me *something*.

Be patient, Anon. Divus Crewel would’ve wanted you to be patient. He’ll arrive when it’s time 😉

Anonymous asked:

who trey fucken?

Maybe no one, who knows! 👀

Riddle, if he’s lucky. Some faceless students if he isn’t…

Anonymous asked:

When did the twst boys loose their virginity?

It’s your lucky day, Anon, because you won’t have to wait 6 month for a reply – I wrote a hc post about it! Hehehe.

Anonymous asked:

I hate how my first thought seeing that label following trey was "can it be me?" Because I really want it to be me >>;

Trey really has that charm, huh…

Anonymous asked:

Do you have an opinion on Lilia/Malleus Parents? Which of them is being fucked by Lilia and Their spouse? Which is fucking their spouse with Lilia?

Just in case: haven’t seen ch7 yet, can’t say anything for certain and maybe my opinion will change once we see this shitshow of a relationship with our own eyes lol But! My guess is that both of them are being fucked by Lilia, but maybe not at the same time… I think it’s pretty complicated between the three of them.

Who knows~

[starryinkart]

Have you thought of writing anymore fanfics based on your aus? Also can i huve hugs to the celestial bois?

YES! I have a Murder Drones one Im working on rn, A oldschool fnaf one that HIGHLY diverged into my own universe thats been more personal but Im thinking about releasing...(heres a sneak peak of that one 👀)

...and of course more Sun and Moon stuff! I have two fanfic ideas for them!

The Murder Drones one should have the prologue coming out this week! Im already working on Chapter 2! (If you dont know what Murder Drones is PLEASE check it out on Youtube, its great!)

You can find my fanfics so far here! <<< Click this to go to my Achieve of our Own Page!

(Please bare with me though, Im going through alot right now, thats why I havent been as active! So if it takes a sec between updates, I apologize!💙)

As for getting a hug from our Celestial Boys....

.....Yeahhh I think you'll be okay...

(REBLOGS > LIKES)

[rubaiyat-yasmin-mouly]

Falling for You

Part 2

"HEY LOTTIE. WHUT'S UP." Becky nearly damaged Charlotte's ear-drum

"Woah Woah Woah Calm Down Bex" Charlotte put the phone on loud to save her ear. "You nearly burst my ear-drum"

"Ya hauvn't culled meh fo' last 3 munth. I was upset." Becky pouted. "Yo, pick the video button. I need to see ya."

"Nope Bex, I look like a mess" Charlotte protest.

"Ya look mess and that's w'y I need to see it"

"No".

"Yes, cauze I haven't seen ya 3 fuuckin' munth."

"Bex, first of all, tell me, where you were all these long time. I called you but your number was not available. I texted you but never even seen them. Where the heck you were?"

"Yo girl, I forgot to tell ya. Sorry. Months ago I got call fo' international camping. And....."

"You could have text me once before you gone out. How could you not be active online?" Charlotte asked.

"I had too much work. I really forgot. Sorryyyy..." Becky elongate the y more in a tune.

"Okay. Apology accepted."

"Now tap the little video button, I need to see ya."

Charlotte didn't say a no this time. Yes, she also forgot about Becky. And she knows Becky would forget to be online if she had too much task related to her job. She is bit working nerd. According to Becky, staying online damage brain and eyesight. She was right. But, best-friend's suggestions are only for ears, not to maintain.

"Hey Ginger." Charlotte said lazily as Becky face come up on screen.

"Yo Garlic. You look amazing."

"Becky!!! Did you just called me....??"

"Yes, if I am ginger, then you are garlic, your hair is garlic white." Becky chuckled.

Charlotte rolled her eyes.

"Yo, don't roll eyes....woah woah woah.....your eyes looks bit red. What happened. Have you been crying?" Becky asked, being concern.

Charlotte didn't try to lie. "Yes." She said.

"Did you cross 15?"

"It was 18th"

"Danggggg." Becky cheered up.

Charlotte frowned. "Becky, are you even my bestie?" She complained.

"Commo' Lottie, you huve crossed the number of your father's world championship."

"Becky, no, it ain't no joke."

"I want pizzzzza"

"There is the classic Becky. Sneaking for chances."

"Uoah..uoah...and I would love...."

"STOP, Becky, stop. I called you not to take food order but to lighten my mood up."

Becky pouted sadly. "Whut haeppened?"

"Andrade called me psycho." Charlotte said flatly.

"Okay, come to me tomorrow, I sit from 9:00 to 16:00."

Becky teased to irritate Charlotte more.

"Beeeeccckkkkkkyyyyy, stop joking." But Charlotte couldn't hold her serious face.

"There ya go. Smile a bit. Then laugh a lot. Mood up."

"But yah Bex, I need to see you. A homely meet. Can I go your place or would you like to be in my house."

"Ya come to my place obviously. Lots of reason. First, we definitly don't want your father to eavesdrop our conversation. Second, you come to my home and clean up the place. I'm lazy to do decorate my house." As to show 'lazy', Becky rolled on her bed like a kitten.

"Okay....wait....what???" Charlotte got the twist bit later. "You want me to go to your place to fix your house?"

"That is the fee of lightening your mood." Becky chuckled.

"I'm coming Sunday, staying with you all the day, no more now, see ya later." Charlotte hung up before becky could add something more on to do list.

*∆*///°•|•°\\\*∆*

***I tried to write Becky's Irish accent. I didn't do that properly. Those aren't spell mistake. However, enjoy***

#CharLynch #CharlotteFlair #BeckyLynch #love

[dangerdust]

Mythology

August 16th I could write doon whit a really get up tae every day but yooze wid soon get envious and jealous and stuff cause I huve a dead interestin life. Jist like whit happened tae me yesterday fur instance. Continue reading

[chaipecharcha]

कलंक Kalank Title Song Lyrics – Arijit Singh

Kalank (Title Song) Lyrics in Hindi, English. This is the title track of the movie Kalank, sung by Arijit Singh.

The lyrics for the song are writing by Amitabh Bhattacharya. The music for the song is composed by Pritam. The film stars Alia Bhatt, Madhuri Dixit, Varun Dhawan. Music label Zee Music Company.

Song Details

Song: Kalank (Title Track)

Music – Pritam

Lyrics – Amitabh Bhattacharya

Singers – Arijit Singh

Music on Zee Music Company

Kalank Lyrics – Arijit Singh

Hawaaon mein bahenge Ghataon mein rahenge Tu barkha meri Main tera baadal piya

Jo tere na huve toh Kisi ka na rahenge Deewani tu meri Main tera paagal piya

Hazaaron mein kisi ko Taqdeer aisi Mili hai ik Ranjha Aur Heer jaisi

Na jaane ye zamaana Kyun chaahe re mitaana Kalank nahi ishq hai kaajal piya Kalank nahi ishq hai kaajal piya

Piya, piya, piya re Piya re, piya re Piya re, piya re, piya re, piya re

Duniya ki nazron mein ye rog hai Ho jinko woh jaane ye jog hai Ik tarfa shayad ho dil ka bharam Do tarfa hai toh ye sanjog hai

Layi re humein zindgani ki kahaani Kaise mod pe Huve re khud se paraaye Hum kisi se naina jod ke

Hazaaron mein kisi ko Taqdeer aisi Mili hai ik Ranjha Aur Heer jaisi

Na jaane ye zamaana Kyun chaahe re mitaana Kalank nahi ishq hai kaajal piya Kalank nahi ishq hai kaajal piya

Main tera, main tera, main tera, main tera Main tera, main tera, main tera, main tera

Main gehra tamas tu sunhera savera Main tera o, main tera Musaafir main bhatka tu mera basera Main tera o… main tera

Tu jugnu chamakta Main jungle ghanera Main tera

O piya main tera, main tera, main tera Ho… main tera Ho… main tera, main tera, main tera

Music Video of the Song Kalank – Arijit Singh

कलंक Kalank Title Song Lyrics in Hindi – Arijit Singh

हवाओं में बहेंगे घटाओं में रहेंगे तू बरखा मेरी मैं तेरा बादल पिया

जो तेरे ना हुवे तो किसी के ना रहेंगे दीवानी तू मेरी मैं तेरा पागल पिया

हज़ारों में किसी को तक़दीर ऐसी मिली है इक राँझा और हीर जैसी

ना जाने ये ज़माना क्यों चाहे रे मिटाना कलंक नहीं इश्क़ है काजल पिया कलंक नहीं इश्क़ है काजल पिया पिया, पिया, पिया रे.. हिंदीट्रैक्स पिया रे, पिया रे.. पिया रे, पिया रे, पिया रे, पिया रे..

दुनिया की नजरों में ये रोग है हो जिनको वो जाने ये जोग है इक तरफा शायद हो दिल का भरम दो तरफा है तो ये संजोग है

लायी रे हमें जिंदगानी की कहानी कैसे मोड़ पे हुवे रे खुद से पराये हम किसी से नैना जोड़ के

हज़ारों में किसी को तक़दीर ऐसी मिली है इक राँझा और हीर जैसी

ना जाने ये ज़माना क्यों चाहे रे मिटाना कलंक नहीं इश्क़ है काजल पिया कलंक नहीं इश्क़ है काजल पिया

मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा मैं गहरा तामस तू सुनहरा सवेरा मैं तेरा ओ, मैं तेरा मुसाफिर मैं भटक तू मेरा बसेरा मैं तेरा ओ.. मैं तेरा

तू जुगनू चमकता मैं जंगल घनेरा मैं तेरा आ.. ओ पिया मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा हो.. मैं तेरा हो.. मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा, मैं तेरा ओ..

The Full Lyrics for the song Kalank (Title Track) by Arijit Singh, Pritam. If you have any suggestions or want to suggest any change to the lyrics, please contact us.

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[ykpurohit]

Dear sir..

Sorry tumblr again on same path ..I lost my first reply of this post ..

How to I write same words ..I have not that same mood for that same words ..

Yes batti Na buzao ..

Every thing in this three words of yours ..

Here I lived busy with my niece or after that I joined to literature event in my city . writer kamal ranga launched his new poetry book of Rajasthani language .

Writer Dr .shrilal mohta ,dr.arjun dev charan ,Dr .madan saini or writer madhu acharya were presented in this event and they presented to poetry book sawai huve kavita ..

You have a great sleep sir

Warm regards

Yogendra Kumar purohit

Master of fine arts

Bikaner 'India

DAY 4271

Jalsa, Mumbai                     Nov 16/17,  2019                 Sat/Sun 12:44 AM

There is a Birthday of an Ef, but I am not having the details hence am unable to put it up .. if someone has it please let me know .. .. 

The child grows up .. and celebrations keep in growth too .. for long have the traditions of the British been kept in place .. that of the cake .. I presume that a cake was a rarity during the time of the inception of this tradition .. so it became a rarity and hence to be brought about on special occasions .. the candle and the number of them for age and its blowing has remained for too long .. 

BUT .. 

what be the tradition or history of it .. 

.. in my and our tradition in this part of the world the blowing of candles is an indication of an end .. here the blowing is an achievement of celebration .. so do we continue or change or what .. we in our family did .. the cake was replaced by a ‘khoye’ ki barfi’ and no candles .. 

are agarbatti jalo , kuch aur karo lekin batti na bujhao ..

.. the star on the face is the painted stall on the birthday celebrations of the ‘little one’ .. luminosity was the predominant theme among the young .. and each were lit up with their eminence .. 

.. the joy of seeing the young is the surprise of seeing their growth .. rapid mature and in an entirely different environ than ever before .. and to express surprise are the seniors as well ..

.. but ..

it is evident that the state of the art in my realm is CWIP .. WIP is known and well documented .. ‘work in progress’ .. the C is the evident addition ..

C for continuous .. a Continuous Work In Progress .. that be the state of our realm or rather my realm .. work is never compromised .. it is a continuous process and one that shall ever be .. much like any other project that stipulates that its work is in progress ..

.. it is and has been factual that the supposed nearest , are the ones that become the farthest .. your confidence in their trust .. your maturity in their collective representation .. your known fact that the guidance shall ever be the truest form of advice given .. BUT ..

does it ever remain so .. ?

the remedy for the situation shall have to be the trust faith and belief in that one person called ..THE SELF .. 

the self needs to be educated in all the matters that the trust maintains .. the ability to run it in self, in cases of its worst condition .. faith in them yes , trust in them yes .. complete reliance .. hmmm .. 😟

.. your own ability and quality can never be duplicated .. what the self does is beyond the realm of any other .. belief in it .. the strength it expounds be the strength that is needed .. if there be error be the error of the self .. at least there is no blame to another .. 

[helluvahusker]

Heyyy I wrote a lil post-mastermind fic for y'all 👉👈

Read on AO3 or under the cut

Stolas had not been sleeping well. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, he was simply too tall for Blitzø’s couch, so besides for his first night on it, when he’d conked straight out due to the stress and exhaustion of almost watching Blitzø get executed, almost getting executed himself, and then instead losing his entire livelihood, powers, and his daughter, he hadn’t been able to catch more than a few unrestful hours a night. 

The New Couch

[Psst! The layout of Blitzø's apartment can be found in this Tumblr post.]

Still, he’d rather die than complain. Blitzø had been relegated to a fucking beanbag chair as his bed and he seemed to be sleeping just fine. He appeared chipper as ever, if a little more subdued and gentler, while Stolas spent all his waking hours struggling to focus through a thick fog. He was taking up Blitzø’s sleeping accommodations and he had nothing to show for it.

It was due to Stolas’s sleep deprivation, that when an enormous crash shook the apartment and he peered over the island to see Blitzø coughing and waving dust out of his face, he was sure that everything must have caught up with him, and he was hallucinating. 

"Ta-da!" Blitzø said proudly, holding his arms open in a dramatic L shape to present his new uh. Couch. It had landed partially on top of the old one, sending splinters and stuffing flying. Well that explained the dust. 

"Why did you get a new couch, Blitz?" Stolas asked, his feathers already ruffling agitatedly. "The one you've already provided me with is fine, I don't wish for you to go into trouble-"

Blitzø waved him off impatiently. "Shut up Stolas, anyone with eyes could see your feet dangling off the edge of that thing. Besides, I was due for an upgrade anyways. I solved the problem by snagging a pullout couch from one of our victim's houses. It has a queen sized mattress all folded up in there, plenty of room for your fancy ass to spread out with room to spare, capiche?"

Stolas capiched. Blitzø had gotten tired of the fact that his bed was not big enough for the two of them and had gotten them one that would be. How silly and rude of Stolas to be accusatory about it.  

“Right,” he said. “That makes sense, yes. But why in Hell wouldn’t you move the old one out of the way first?” 

Blitzø at least had the grace to look sheepish. “Okay, maybe it was more of a spur of the moment decision. I saw the pullout, I thought it would be nice for you. Look, I’m not a genius like you or Moxxie, you can’t expect me to think everything through. That would fuck up my whole-” he flailed his hands some more. “-thing I’ve got going on.” 

Stolas did love Blitzø’s whole “thing” so he refrained from arguing. It was already done, anyways. 

“If I still had my magic I could help move the old couch away,” Stolas lamented. “I’m so sorry, Blitz. You’ve done such a sweet thing for me and I can’t even repay you.” 

“Hey!” Blitzø leapt towards him, vaulting over the room divider and taking Stolas’s dainty hands in his own. “None of that. You don’t owe me anything, alright? It’s okay, Loonie can help me move the couch when she gets home and I’ll portal the old one away, easy peasy no harm no foul.” 

It was rather odd, Blitzø appeared to be… blushing. Stolas blinked. That couldn’t be right. 

The next second Blitzø got distracted, noticing the novel that was placed open face-down on his kitchen table. “Oh hey! You were reading? That- that’s great, Stols.” 

Blitzø smiled at him so disarmingly, that now Stolas was blushing, quite obviously. 

“Yes, you picked a rather good one, actually,” Stolas said. In fact, it was so good that this was the first day he’d felt up to doing anything other than sitting on the couch staring aimlessly at the TV. Lucky thing, too. He glanced down at their hands, which were still joined, and gave Blitzø’s a squeeze. “Thank you for that, Blitz.” 

“Of course,” Blitzø said, and withdrew his hands, definitely blushing. He hesitated, like he wasn’t sure what to do or say next. That was ridiculous, of course. Stolas had never met anyone, imp or otherwise, who always knew exactly what to do or say in any given instance more than Blitzø did. 

“Did you have a good day at work?” Stolas asked, ready to invite Blitzø to sit down with him so that they could talk until Loona returned. 

To his disappointment, Blitzø’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, I was totally in the middle of a hit! I left M&M stranded in the human world! Fuuuuuck me.” He grasped Stolas’s face gently and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be home soon with Loona, kay? Just hang tight, enjoy your book.” And then with a flash of a portal, he was gone. 

Stolas was left blinking after him stupidly. He raised a shaking hand to his cheek and touched the spot where Blitzø had kissed him. 

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The second time Blitzø came home, he did in fact have his daughter in tow. Stolas watched, feeling useless, as they worked together to lift the new couch off the wreckage of the old one. He caught Blitzø’s expression of relief as he fished his horse blanket out of the mess, somehow still entirely intact. Once the new couch was clear of all the wood shards and ripped cushions, Blitzø rubbed his crystal and a portal appeared under the old one. They all watched it fall away into an unidentifiable living room, presumably the one Blitzø had gotten this new piece of furniture from, because it was conspicuously missing anywhere to sit. 

“There!” Blitzø clapped his hands together proudly once the portal had closed. “All done, thanks Loony! I’m sure Stolas and I can figure the rest of it out.” 

Loona just shrugged, already halfway through the doorway to her room. 

Blitzø looked up at Stolas, who was hovering awkwardly in the space between the kitchen and living room. “Wanna see if we can figure out how this thing unfolds?” 

It wasn’t too difficult. There was a handle under the seat cushions that, when pulled, somehow expanded out into an entire bed, as promised.  

“I guess we can just leave it out like this all the time, for now,” Blitzø said, rubbing his chin. “Business is picking up. Soon I can probably find us a two bedroom, so you can have your own space. But this’ll do for now, right?” 

It struck Stolas as odd, that Blitzø wasn’t prioritizing his own space. Perhaps he just meant because they were both in the living room. 

“This is more than enough,” Stolas said, realizing he’d almost been silent for too long. This time, he moved forward and took Blitzø’s hand in his own. “Really, Blitz. Thank you.” 

“Oh. Uh.” Stolas couldn’t possibly be imagining, both of Blitzø’s cheeks were turning mismatched shades of pink. The imp swallowed. “Really, Stolas. It’s no problem. It’ll make me feel better if I know you’re getting a good night’s sleep.” 

“That’s so sweet.” Stolas paused. “Darling,” he added, just because he needed to see what would happen. If he was allowed. 

Blitzø’s eyes widened. “I- oh. I- uh. Yeah.” He backed away, pulling his hands in towards himself protectively. “I have to make dinner.” Now he paused, and contemplated Stolas cautiously. “You wanna help?” 

Stolas’s feathers fluffed in astonishment. “Yes!” he said, then tried to tone down the enthusiasm, in case Blitzø found it off putting, like he had so many times before. “Ahem, I mean, I’m afraid I’ll be starting from an almost completely beginner standpoint, but yes, I would love to assist in any way I can.” 

Blitzø threw him an odd look. “Well alright, you didn’t have to use so many words about it. But-” he added, before Stolas could go and get his feelings hurt. “I kinda like that you did. Now get in here and we’ll get choppin’.” 

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Well as it turned out, Stolas wasn’t entirely useless without his powers. He proved to be absolutely average at kitchen-related activities, which seemed to match Blitzø quite well, as he gave Stolas gentle and thorough instructions full of dozens of tips and tricks he’d picked up over the years. 

Still, the imp absolutely bragged to his daughter about how Stolas had helped make the food. 

Even stranger, her reaction had been a borderline-impressed, “Oh shit, not bad,” before retreating to her room.

Stolas beamed at both of them, not because he believed it was anything special but because it genuinely wasn’t bad, and that was good enough right now. He was feeling so proud of his amateur cooking skills that when Blitzø offered for him to come into IMP tomorrow - Stolas had been showing great interest in how his work went, the first real interest he’d felt in days - he almost said yes. Hesitated and thought about it deeply, chewing his lower beak and nearly going cross eyed. 

In the end though, he sighed and looked away and asked for a few more days

Blitzø took one of his hands within his own and held it in his lap until Stolas looked at him. 

“Hey,” Blitzø said gently, “A few days is way sooner than never. I want to make sure you’re really feeling up to it before I drag you into I.M.P.’s mess too. I’m glad you’re starting to feel better, even if it’s not all the way yet. Take the time you need, okay?” 

“Okay,” Stolas whispered, his eyes once again darting away from Blitzø’s. 

Blitzø drew back and started gathering up their empty dinner plates. “You should go change, birdy. Almost time to try out that cozy new bed of yours.” 

“Oh! You don’t want to teach me how to do the dishes too?” Stolas asked, mind short circuiting at the thought of sharing a bed with Blitzø again. But like, in a good way. “I helped make, I should help clean.”

Blitzø considered that. “How about you wipe down the table? Just take a damp rag to it, clean rags are in that drawer over there.” He motioned to the drawer.

While Stolas peered in the drawer, Blitzø got started on the dishes. The actual rule of the house was whoever used a dish cleaned it, but Blitzø usually ended up doing Loona’s anyways due to her dislike of being outside her room. He didn’t mind washing Stolas’s too. 

A long arm snaked around him and Blitzø would have jumped- except he’d been keeping track of exactly where Stolas was, and it felt almost natural as Stolas held his rag under the faucet for a few seconds to dampen it, his stomach feathers brushing the back of Blitzø’s head. No, instead Blitzø found himself frozen, not wanting to disrupt the moment. 

Stolas didn’t seem to notice, stepping away a moment later and turning to wipe the table in long graceful strokes, humming the prettiest little tune Blitzø had ever heard. He spent way longer wiping the table clean than Blitzø would have, but that was probably a good thing. Most of the time Blitzø didn’t even bother wiping the table down until it started grossing him out. 

“What shall I do with the dirty rag?” Stolas asked, his voice barely audible above the rush of running water and the sudsing of soap on dishes as Blitzø scrubbed them. 

“Just leave it, I’ll rinse it and hang it to dry when I’m done,” Blitzø said, glancing over his shoulder. So he caught the look of confusion and then understanding that dawned as Stolas understood that the laundry situation was a whole lot different here than it had been at the palace. 

“Alright.” Stolas’s hand landed feather-light atop Blitzø’s shoulder. “I’ll go get ready for bed, then. See you in a bit, darling.” 

Definitely unrelated to Stolas touching him and calling him sweet things, Blitzø’s hand jerked, and he accidentally sprayed himself with water. Stolas’s hooting little giggles drifted over his spluttered curses as the owl backed away to get ready for bed. 

When he’d finished cleaning everything up and gotten himself into his own pjs, Blitzø tiptoed into the living room, hoping that the new mattress was so comfy Stolas would already be in snoozeland, but no such luck. Instead, it appeared Stolas had deliberately waited up for him. He was sitting up, the edges of his feet still too long and dangling off the edge, and he smiled when Blitzø rounded the couch and entered his line of sight. 

The smile dropped just as quickly as Blitzø headed over to his beanbag chair and curled up in it. 

“What are you doing?” Stolas asked. 

Blitzø looked at him quizzically. “Going to sleep? Why, do you need something?” 

“No! No, I- Well, I…” Stolas seemed to be struggling to find words, frown lines creasing his face unpleasantly. Blitzø’s heart dropped. Fuck, and today had been going so well for him. 

“Is it the new bed?” Blitzø asked. “I’m sorry Stolas, human mattresses are just shorter than you, I wish I could afford a goetia-sized one, but-”

“It’s not that!” Stolas interrupted, louder than he meant to. He just couldn’t tolerate Blitzø being so apologetic, so- ugh. Best to be straightforward about things, even if that hadn’t ended up so well in the past. 

“I just thought that you would be sharing this new bed with me,” Stolas admitted, twisting his fingers tightly in the horseshoe blanket. “I mean, it is big enough. I don’t wish for you to not have a real bed because of me anymore.” 

“That’s really nice, Stolas,” Blitzø said, his voice oddly hoarse, “but I can’t.”

Stolas raised an eyebrow, voice coming out sharper and bitchier than it had in weeks, maybe months. “And why the fuck not?” 

Blitzø shot a nervous glance at Loona’s door before turning a glare on Stolas. “Because I won’t be able to keep my fucking hands off you,” he hissed.

“No one said you had to,” Stolas shot back, lowering his voice to match Blitzø’s out of respect for his daughter. “Besides, you very much haven’t. Why start now?”

The imp’s face went blank. “What do you mean?” 

Stolas made an impatient noise. “Oh come now, we’ve held hands more in the last few days then we did for the entire duration of our arrangement. Earlier today you kissed me on the cheek, and,” Stolas could feel himself blushing, thinking about the vague ghostlike memory of his first night here, “I’m quite certain that wasn’t the first time.” 

A look of regret and longing passed over Blitzø’s face. 

Stolas took it upon himself to draw back the covers invitingly. “Please come to bed with me, darling. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, we can just cuddle.” 

Blitzø huffed, like this wasn’t something he’d been dreaming about for weeks and struggled out of the beanbag. “Absolutely not,” he said, climbing into the bed, settling beside Stolas and pulling the blanket up to his chin. “If we’re doing this, then we’re gonna talk.” 

“Very well.” Stolas reached under the blanket and tangled their fingers together. “Would you like to start or shall I?” 

“I will.” Blitzø’s voice was definitely not shaking, not even a little bit. “I’m glad you’re here and I don’t want you to leave. That’s all. Anything else you want, it’s yours. We go at your pace. Just-” Blitzø’s hand squeezed Stolas’s. The imp wasn’t looking at him, instead staring straight ahead, like he couldn’t bear to be seen while saying something so vulnerable. “-Keep me in the loop about what you’re thinking, okay? I promise I’ll believe you this time.” 

“I promise I shall try to be understanding and reassuring if you don’t,” Stolas replied, his throat tight. 

He understood better now, had had that month to reflect on Blitzø’s initial reaction that dreadful full moon, and now these precious days in Blitzø’s apartment, learning more about just how much they both hated themselves. 

But not each other. They’d both clearly been wrong about that. 

“I am happy to stay with you,” Stolas continued softly, “for as long as you’ll have me. I’ve known for a while now that you’re it for me, Blitz. As long as you know that, I believe everything will work itself out.”

Funny, how optimistic he felt about it. There was something about being called after desperately during a near-death experience, followed by being wholeheartedly welcomed into someone’s home that just… helped quiet all those pesky voices that were always telling Stolas no one could ever love him. 

He’d been ready to die for Blitzø, and Blitzø had been ready to die for him. 

“You’re it for me too, Stolas,” Blitzø said. He’d clearly been following a similar line of thought, because his next words were, “if you ever try to die for me again, we’re going to have a fucking problem, got it?” 

“I understand,” Stolas answered, because that was something he couldn’t promise. 

But neither of them had died. Blitzø had taken care of him instead, and now maybe Stolas could do the same. At least until the next big problem - and there was sure to be a next big problem, whether that be how to get Octavia back, Andrealphus or Satan seeking them out again, or something else entirely - reared its ugly head. 

“Good,” Blitzø said, aggressively snuggling up to Stolas’s side. “Good talk. Now go to sleep.” 

“Yes dear,” Stolas said lightly. He bent his neck and pecked a tender kiss to the top of Blitzø’s head. “Sweet dreams.” 

When he turned on to his side and curled around Blitzø, drawing his knees up to his stomach, all of him fit perfectly on the mattress. He could feel himself melting quickly into sleep, all that tiredness catching up with him. 

Blitzø buried his face in Stolas’s long-missed chest fluff and threw an arm over him, and a leg for good measure, keeping him close.

The bed could hold them both, and nothing was going to keep them apart now. 

[crashed-on-mars]

thanks for the tag!!

Nickname: gayass

Zodiac Sign: scorpio babeyyy

Height: 5'7"

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Last thing I googled: Mr. Gallant wiki page

Song stuck in my head: Hey Lover by Wabie (am I writing a songfic abt it? you'll never know. well actually you will but. maybe not.)

Number of followers: 55 last time i checked

Amount of sleep: on average? it ranges from 7 hours to 4 hours depending on my mood.

Lucky number: 4, 25

Dream job: touring bassist in a band

Wearing: MCR shirt, black skirt with suspenders attached, 12 bracelets, a choker and mismatch padlock earrings.

Favorite song: oooh so many to choose.... its tied between The Sharpest Lives (MCR), Slut Game Strong (Cheap Perfume) and Cabinet Man (Lemon Demon)

Favorite instrument: out of the ones I play? bass, but guitar is a close second.

Aesthetic: I try to keep up an lgbtq punk aesthetic but Peter Maximoff dragged me into a 70's punk

Favorite Author: Stephen King (fun fact: I went to Maine for the sole reason that I rlly like Stephen King)

Favorite animal sound: cats purring. its not too loud and makes me happy

random: I play 4 instruments: bass, guitar, piano, and french horn.

I'll tag @neoneyez @anmcrtist @huves @cocky-little-sonuva and thats it for now? I'm not sure how my other mutuals feel abt being tagged and I don't wanna bother them

i started a new chain for this because the other one was getting long but thank you @thelocalpogue for tagging me in this 💗

rules answer 17 questions and tag 17 people

nickname. lili, ayli, aj

zodiac sign. sagittarius

height. 5’2

hogwarts house. hufflepuff

last thing i googled. how much melatonin should a person take asdfghjkl

song stuck in my head. dancing in a room by ezi

number of followers. 330

amount of sleep. 6-10 hours, it varies

lucky number. 29

dream job. therapist for youth/young adults

wearing. green and black camo shorts w/ a baggy white sweatshirt

favorite song. lemons by brye

favorite instrument. either acoustic guitar or piano

aesthetic. i don’t really stick to one so i’d say a mix of minimalistic, indie, cottage core, and vintage?

favorite author. rupi kaur

favorite animal sound. i have two cats and i love the sound of them purring

random. uhhh i wanna publish a poetry book

tagging @milaonthemoon @harrysbbby @shawnssongs @jjmaybankx @rretrophilee @maybankiara @thatsme-johnbookerroutledge @spilledtee @pogue-writings @sacredto @ptersparkers @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @ssjiara @pixelated-pogues @drew-starkey @softstarkey @downbytheouterbanks @ceruleanjj

[helluvahusker]

I'm utterly incapable of writing a Stolitz smut scene where Blitzø doesn't call himself Daddy at least once.

[helluvahusker]

Y'all I'm trying to come up with a situation in which Blitzø would feasibly agree to get gangbanged (how many do u need for a gangbang? Is 3 tops enough?) by Fizz, Ozzie, and Stolas and this is wayyyy harder than it seems lemme tell u

[helluvahusker]

Goshdarn it I just remembered that Blitzø canonically doesn't swear when he's being serious. I might go back and rewrite a whole lot of dialog.

[themidnightrose]

Rose happily fills the silence with telling them about the boys. How Matt adores bringing to life new recipes. He adores seeing the kitchen staff light up and melt with each new creation. His passion is cooking.

How Night has a passion for painting, how hes never found without a paint brush or with pain splotches on him.

Nick adores bringing worlds to life with a pen and a notebook. He writes entiew worlds that she wishes she could see. Things of demons, angels, a Haven. Of monsters. He writes beautifully.

Theres all sorts of life in the kingdom, not just living creatures. "I guess out of them, I'm not as lively as them. But thats ok! I'll find a passion one day!" She says, not noticing a trail of little white flowers behind her.

Stan nods. "Yes. Then when the time comes, hopefully they become close enough to train their powers together. Maybe they'll realize how strong they are." He pauses.

"...thank you. I've tried my best with raising them but ever since their mother passed with..well...yes. I've been struggling to huve them the affection they need. Hopefully, she'll be fine....."

Life and Death, Together In Harmony.

“I won’t hurt them, either, right?” Reaper asked quietly as he followed Rose. Lost kept a hold of his hand, his heart breaking at how tightly the kid clung to him.

Creepster sighed, holding his head in his hands. “He reminds me of myself,” he said, his fingers digging into his skull slightly. “I don’t want him to be afraid of himself, Stan. For the sake of everyone, he can’t be like me. It’ll only make things worse. And besides, I don’t want him to be this miserable…”

[helluvahusker]

Yall, help me out with something

[helluvahusker]

How my current fic is going: Fizz gets off on Asmodeus respecting him and Stolas gets off on Blitzø disrespecting him.

[helluvahusker]

Me: Shit I might be making Stolas say "oh" way too much.

My housemate: How much is too much?

Me: Well it's not every sentence. But also it might be okay because he kinda talks like that in canon. Hang on, let me show you. *googles "Stolas Moaning Compilation" and plays it*

Housemate: I think you're good.