#i'm highly disappointed in myself

[gallusrostromegalus]

hi i see that you have much smart dog experience. i may have accidentally purchased such a dog. she's only 10 weeks, and ive had her 1, and she's already outmatched every puzzle feeder i got or have made. to the point that she is morosely disappointed when her food comes in an actual food bowl. do you know where i can find like. "heres 100 enrichment toys you can make out of free trash so your dog stops eating fucking rocks for enrichment" lists. i only have so many paper towel tubes XD

Herschel now just disassembles puzzle feeders, so I've been focusing on "Toys that, even if he already knows how to operate them, will still take TIME for him to collect the treat from" to give him something to fuss with.

Herschel eats all his meals out of a Kong Wobbler, because he will otherwise eat so fast he will literally inhale and choke on his kibble and I do not need him developing pneumonia from aspiration. Even though it's a "Simple" toy it slows him down and he does have to think a bit to tip it in the most efficient manner possible. Kong's "Flipz", "Gyro" and "Rewards Wally" are also really good "dog needs to think/carefully manipulate the toy for food" toys that act as both mental stimulation and exercise and "give human a break for up to twelve minutes" toys.

I highly reccomend KONG as a brand- they're local to Denver and have an impeccable saftey record and all of the toys I have gotten from them have held up extremely well vs. the ravages of three entirely too smart and strong-jawed dogs at once.

Some more thoughts:

If she's not prone to shredding rubber, the kind of treat toys she has to chew are also good stimulation.

If you don't want to give her That Many treats, my vet said that dogs can have as many green beans as they want. Just make sure that the beans haven't had salt added to them- canned usually does, but frozen green beans usually don't, but always check the label.

You can make nearly any toy last longer, or make a cheap long-puzzle by freezing the treats so they take longer to eat AND provides hydration. Herschel's most favorite treat of all time is literally a wad of sliced green beans in a dixie cup, filled with water and frozen. Just peel off the cup and hand him the chunk of ice and he's good for up to half an hour and more chill afterwards.

You can also freeze lick mats

If your girl is like Charlie and doesn't like greenbeans, you can also try freezing paper cups of: Canned pumpkin, apple slices in water, putting some ice cubes in the bottom of the cup, a gob of peanut butter in the middle and then fill it with water to make a peanutbutter filled ice cube.

If your girl is REALLY like charlie who has figured out how to use labor negotiation and strike tactics for better treats: boiled chicken chunks frozen in some of the water you boiled them in.

Walkies are as much mental stimulation as they are physical exercise. Take her out and let her sniff to her heart's content.

Also Puppies in particular need like, SO MUCH exercise.

Let her participate in activities with you. Herschel and charlie sit in the kitchen and I narrate cooking dinner to them, which seems to interest them, even if I don't have spare veggie ends to give them. I also frequently bring them along in the car if I'm running errands when it's cold enough to do that, so they have something new to look at, and get to participate. I also am more likely to stop at a new park and give myself some exercise and mental stimulation.

Training her to do tasks is GREAT Smart Dog enrichment- esp if she's a herding or heeler, they LOVE being helpful. I taught the dogs they get a small treat if they come in from the yard without me having to go chase them down, which saved me a lot of hassle, and now I'm working on teaching herschel to pick things up off the floor for me if I drop them and alert for chickpeas, which my housemate is allergic to.

A lot of dogs like cat-type toys. Tie a stick or some fleece to some paracord and drag or flycast it around for her to chase/play tug with when she catches it. Toys that bounce unexpectedly were also a huge hit. or just wave the string around the cat and the corgi both like that.

If you live in farm country or know other people with pets, you can grab something with the scent of another animal on it and bring it home for her to smell. Charlie and Herschel spent the better part of three days investigating the wad of horse undercoat I brought home and put in the spare wobbler for them to smell.

[ao3topshipsbracket]

honestly I'm kinda disappointed all the popular/well known ships are gone/eliminated

the semis look kinda boring now tbh

(ps: I don't mean to hate on the ships winning. I'm sure they're winning for a reason. it's just they're all kinda unknown/not mainstream)

We're definitely surprised to see some of the highly seeded ships go down early, but personally, I think that makes the remaining matches more exciting, not less! Who doesn't love an upset, after all? But of course, with Bubbline in one half and Destiel in the other, there are definitely some significant heavy hitters still in the running!

That being said, we know we have some underdog semifinalists that people are less familiar with, so here's a brief primer on each of them!

Hualian comes from the Chinese novel Tian Guan Ci Fu, or Heaven Official's Blessing. If you've heard of Wangxian of Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed fame, TGCF comes from the same author. It is a xianxia love story about ghost kings and fallen gods. Here's the plot synopsis from IMDB:

Eight hundred years ago, Xie Lian was the Crown Prince of the Xian Le kingdom. He was loved by his citizens and was considered the darling of the world. He ascended to the Heavens at a young age; however, due to unfortunate circumstances, was quickly banished back to the mortal realm. Years later, he ascends again, only to be banished again a few minutes after his ascension. Now, eight hundred years later, Xie Lian ascends to the Heavens for the third time as the laughing stock among all three realms. On his first task as a god thrice ascended, he meets a mysterious demon who rules the ghosts and terrifies the Heavens, yet, unbeknownst to Xie Lian, this demon king has been paying attention to him for a very, very long time.

At #58 in the Tumblr 2023 top ship list, they're solidly middle of the pack in terms of seeding, but they did take down Buddie at #10, and Davekat of Homestuck infamy: a very impressive showing!

Sulemio hails from the latest installment in the Mobile Suit Gundam anime franchise, The Witch from Mercury; as with all Gundam series, it is a sci-fi military drama featuring giant robots and space warfare. This one happens to also feature heavy inspiration from Revolutionary Girl Utena. Official synopses seem a bit lacking, and I unfortunately don't know enough about the series to summarize it myself, but I'll link this very helpful guide that someone left in our notes!

They're the lowest seeded of our semifinalists, ranking #59 on Tumblr's 2023 top ship list, so the fact that they've taken out the top seed is truly a feat; having a rallying force with @demilypyro has certainly helped their cause (and our very busy activity feed 😅) a great deal!

Regardless of who wins the next rounds, there are very fun underdog journeys present on both sides of the bracket. Plus, it's always good to remember that polls like these are not meant to be indicators of popularity, but of passion.

[v1sexual]

Could I pls have vi x reader who is a huge movie buff?

cinema ; vi (arcane)

request by : anon

note : as a huge movie buff myself, i absolutely love request. basing this request off me and my friend's reaction to 'long legs' by nicholas cage. spoiler : me and my bestie absolutely hated it *sighs*

content warning : swearing , op projecting and bitching about long legs

it's you and vi's monthly cinema date night. ever since you and her officially became girlfriends, going to the cinema monthly easily became a tradition. you've always been a big movie buff, something you got from your dad.

for tonight's movie, you and vi watched the latest showing for nicholas cage's new horror movie, 'longlegs'. it was highly praised online, it was even called "one of the scariest horror films". because of that, you and vi's expectations were through the roof.

"you ready for this shortcake?" vi whispered, her breath tickling your ear. you scoffed playfully and started cracking your fingers as the movie started, "i was born ready."

the movie ended around 10 minutes ago, you and vi sat inside her jeep. she looked at you expectantly, her eyes scanning your face trying to figure out why you've been dead silent. normally, you're already yapping away about the movie.

"sooo..." she started. "what are our thoughts..?" vi knew that she absolutely hated the movie, she just wanted to know your thoughts first. she's not gonna lie to you and tell you that she liked it just because you did though.

you closed your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath as if bracing yourself. "i... it-"

"i fucking hated it," you sighed, "i feel like we wasted money watching that piece of crap. i mean- i absolutely enjoyed the first part of the movie, i loved the foreshadowing, the literal devil in the details, the atmosphere-"

vi chuckled and stared lovingly at you, listening to every word that came out of your mouth. she's always loved how passionate you are when it comes to the things you love. with every hand gesture and facial expression you had, vi's smile grew bigger.

"- we were scammed! robbed! i've never been so disappointed in a horror movie, even fucking megan was better! i just- i don't even know what to say anymore." you let out an exasperated groan, flailing your arms before turning to vi. "what about you baby? what do you think?"

"i hated it too baby," vi said, her lips twitching into a smile. you sighed in relief, "i'm so glad- wait- you're not just saying that because i didn't like the movie right?"

vi snorted, rolling her eyes playfully at you as she started the car. "you know me better than that shortcake," she said. "just because i love you doesn't mean i'll agree to everything you say baby."

you nodded in agreement, "that's great, amazing."

silence filled the car again, your eyes were glued to your phone and vi was focused on the road. a couple of minutes later, she finally pulled in to your shared apartment.

"posted your review already?" vi asked, holding the door open for you. you smiled and nodded, holding your phone out to vi. "just posted on letterboxd, rotten tomatoes, and on my blog."

vi laughed, slinging an arm around you before pressing a kiss to your forehead, "you're such a nerd."

"you love that about me though," you said with an eye roll, your arm wrapping around vi's waist. your girlfriend sighed lovingly, "i love everything about you shortcake."

you giggled, nuzzling against vi, "i love everything about you too."

despite the intense disappointment you had for the movie, you and vi still had a great time which was the most important thing. the rest of the night was spent cuddling with her and binge watching ya'lls favorite show, and the horrible movie was soon forgotten.

note : when i said i projected i meant it *sigh* im sorry if you liked longlegs lol. anyways, hoped u guys enjoyed this one !

[activesplooger]

Lucifer comforting reader? Self image and body harm comfort, fluff (IF YOUR NOT COMFORTABLE DOING THIS ONE YOU DONT HAVE TO HUN GRAH)

-lovely 🫐

you got it!! bit of a short one tho, hope you enjoy :]

Tears roll down your cheeks as you stare at your reflection. You're not disappointed or upset by what you see anymore, just numb. Scars scatter your body, further blemishing your imperfect skin. A scowl etches on your features. Of course, you have to look like this. It's your fault. It's your fault for feeling this way. And you just had to make it worse by tearing up your skin.

You're overcome by a feeling of frustration, staring at yourself blankly in the mirror. Words plague your mind the longer you stare - useless, dumb, ugly, unloveable. That last word struck a chord with you. You start to sob, sliding your back against the wall until you fully sit. Hugging your knees, your body starts to shake as you sit helplessly on the ground.

Disgusting

Worthless

Pathetic

Defeated-

You snap out of your thoughts as you feel a familiar slender hand grasp your shoulder gently. Lifting your head up, you see Lucifer crouched down beside you with a soft expression on his face. "Hey, love. What are you doing down here?" he asks quietly. You shrug and look off to the side, avoiding his gaze. "Hey, look at me," Lucifer grabs your chin and gently guides you to look at him, "tell me what's wrong.". "I just feel... worthless. I-I can't help but hate myself... My body- My face- My fucking scars that I caused-!".

Lucifer notices you getting worked up the more you talk, "Shh, calm down my dear, it's okay... I'm sorry you feel worthless, my love, but you're not, I promise. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I'd be.". He smiles at you, almost a lovestruck grin, "And you're beautiful to me. You're Everything.". He softly pries your arm away from your knees and gently traces your scars, "These are a testament to your pain... to what you've been through, they don't make you ugly, they're proof that you're strong. The strongest person I've ever known.".

"No," you interrupt, "I'm weak, I can't just live life normally like other people...". "Oh, my love," he lifts your arm to his lips and kisses up and down it. He speaks between each kiss, each word a praise

"Beautiful"

"Precious"

"Strong"

"Mine"

His words comfort you, you weren't cured of your insecurities of course, but it helped a ton. He always made sure you knew how highly he thinks of you, and it never failed to help you. You lean into his touch, unfurling yourself of your closed-off position.

Lucifer lights up as he sees you open up. Without hesitation, you wrap your arms around him bury your face into his chest, and sob. "Shh, I'm here," he coos, arms tightening around you, "I've got you.".

Slowly and carefully, he lifts you off the ground and carries you to the bedroom. Once you arrive, he sets you down and kneels before you, taking off your shoes. He kicks off his own boots and lays beside you, patting his chest to signal you to lie there. Your tears slow down as you lay against him, the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat calming you down. "I love you, I'm so sorry you feel this way. I wish you saw yourself the way I see you," he whispers.

"I love you too, Lucifer. Just- hold me..."

"Of course, it'd be my pleasure," Lucifer holds you tightly against him, raking his fingers through your hair and softly massaging your head. He hums a melody softly, his angelic voice vibrating against his chest.

The two of you stayed in this embrace until you felt comfortable enough to get out, Lucifer staying by your side each step of the way. He made you all your favorite foods and listened to all your insecurities, making sure you felt heard and valid in your problems.

The End <3

[velveetacrackncheese]

I know it's been like forever, but are you still a fan of Viv and her work

Honestly when it comes to her, no. Even if there's some things I've learned to appreciate in some of her more recent stuff (Except Hazbin S1, I thought it was genuinely awful and the more I think about it the more disappointed I truly am with it.) my main gripe is that it seems that Viv still treats people like crap. My opinion of her has continuously waned over the years from someone who was obsessed and having had a parasocial relationship with her and her work, to the point where I felt obligated to defend her for the sake of the "fandom" back then. Pretty wack behavior coming from myself honestly, and like I said I was a prick! I treated naysayers and critics of ZP like garbage, and while there was venom being flung towards me and other fans as well, some of it also being cruel and uncharitable, I can't pretend I didn't contribute to the toxic culture emanating from her fanbase. It's very interesting to see that the more modern incarnation of Viv's fanbase is arguably still just as toxic, but on a bigger scale. People no matter where you go, and regardless of when in time, seems to have a strong opinion of her. Either love her to death or hate her to the point where that becomes its own obsession. Well, unless you've actually had a connection with her, it seems like you're either one of her favorites, or someone who she burnt bridges with.

There's of course the genuine non-drama stuff, like ohhhh fuck dude, she drew some weirdo shit which I could honestly care less about. There's reasons to not like her, and it isn't that. It's not even really her work period, but more so allegations regarding how she's difficult to work with, cruel to certain past associates to an almost comical degree, and is still pretty uncharitable to even her most charitable critics. The stuff with KenDraws kinda was the nail in the coffin for me, transphobia is not going to get a pass from me, sorry! I don't know how true this is in particular, but how The Hunicast was treated after the Hazbin pilot also left me with a pretty real sense of disgust. It's wild seeing a show like Hazbin Hotel flourish through A24 and Amazon, all the while trying its damn hardest to cleanse itself of its indie roots. Apparently donations to the Hunicast was used to fund the pilot, and after the pilot it kinda seemed like Viv just didn't really appreciate how much they contributed to that project. Honestly, I don't think Hazbin would be what it is today without The Hunicast.

That, and of course there being all the dollcreep stuff, the way that the fandom at the time wrongfully demonized dollcreep and took Viv for her word to the T, following what was a highly uncharitable read from fans which led to harassment despite the drama between the two being personal, and that being made into a public concern when it reallllllllllly should not have been. Transphobia also being an abundant issue in this regard. JoJo as a character was created as an extremely petty way to bash Jo and in hindsight, is incredibly revolting, and ohhhhh also transphobic. The Erin Frost situation, in which of course featured Viv devotees to also take her testimony as uncharitable and lies despite having never worked with Viv herself. Employees being paid like... what, $35.00 per second of animation which is crazy. So not only a toxic work environment, that toxicity just festering cuz Viv herself is toxic. Her tendency to seemingly just bully the people she surrounds herself with, hell even getting people blacklisted apparently? I'm sure there's a lot more I can get into in all honesty, and what's being mentioned here is barely scratching the surface! There was a point in time where I had agreements with what were, back then, blogs dedicated to critiquing Zoophobia and in hindsight, yes, there was a lot to rightfully criticize. Lot of stuff in that webcomic was genuinely not great and despite the immature attachments that I had back then, there were points I'd openly conceded to. Which led to Viv blocking me, and that led to me being pretty sad! Honestly thought I'd did something wrong or that I like... "Betrayed" her which is fucking insane. It was something I ruminated on for literal weeks. I look at my older posts on here and it's so fuckin clear that I was not mentally stable, at least to me, and that was reflected in the wild ass shit I was saying. I'm glad I've changed but dear god I was such an asshole, and it's crazy to think that I was some kind of figurehead in the fandom at that time. Nobody should've been looking up to me, cuz holy shit I was a stupid teenager.

Also, generally speaking, this doesn't have much to do with Viv as a person as much as the early fan community surrounding her work that existed from like 2015 into 2018, particularly on tumblr, but I'd developed relationships with other people in the fandom that led to some pretty traumatizing experiences for myself and for others that I knew personally. I won't get into details about that, but the culture for the fandom at the time housed some SERIOUSLY sketchy people, and there were people who were just open and active groomers. Zero accountability for any of that btw, yeah awesome fucking community, guys. "Like and Reblog if you're a true fan." jfc.

So uh, yeah. Naw I can't say I'm much of a fan, and I'm not convinced that she's actually some nice, pleasurable person, who conveniently stumbles into situations where her alleged good nature is CONSTANTLY put into question due to actions that are pretty well documented and accounted for. I've still watched Helluva Boss episodes, although at this point it feels like I'm beating myself because I've progressively grown more disenchanted with it as time has passed on. Despite that, it's still Spindlehorse's best stuff. I say Spindlehorse in particular because while I don't really respect Vivienne, I respect the crew who are the backbone of those episodes. Hazbin has some narrative themes that I'm not particularly fond of, the pacing is a mess, and the character writing is not good. Characters have entire musical numbers dedicated to them despite either serving a very minor role in the story or just being absent for the entirety of the season. I'd go on and list my gripes with ZP, but it feels weird to bash something that is nearly a decade old now. Probably doesn't represent Vivienne's current capacity for craftsmanship, visually speaking, and in regards to the writing; Were I to go back and review what those old critique blogs had to say, I'd probably add onto them instead of being as dismissive as I was.

Also, something I can attest to personally, and you'll have to take me for my word on this, but I used to be a $50 patron to her Patreon. One of the benefits was that you got to be a part of her discord server where she'd chat with fans once a month and I got to be in a few of those vc chats. I recall her being petty even then, and if my memory doesn't fail me, there was a time where she like... called someone's older brother a f*ggot because he insulted Kesha and her general preferences in music lmfao. She genuinely got upset and all teary over that confrontation and ended the call early, and the other people in the vc were tryna comfort her. Looking back that now, feels so.... weird. Shit, I mean charging people so they have the chance to just talk to you, monetizing that feels weird, and kinda gross. Wish I could have my money back for that, ngl. No Bueno.

[aquarius-cookie-jar]

Once again, I find myself disappointed by Devsis AND the cookie run community, and how alarmingly racist a lot of people are.

All screenshots and information gathered here are from twitter user @/Celezticuh.

This will be a discussion on not just Cookie Run: Tower of Adventures, but also the community's response against the wider issue. It's gonna be long, so buckle up.

1. What's going on with Cookie Run: Tower of Adventures?

To no one's surprise, it's racism against Black people and Indigenous people, yey! /S

Why is this an issue? Because these traditional practices and clothing of people of color (especially those of black and native american descent) have often been used as just costumes and props instead of being respected as what it is, a culture that is to be respected.

This is what Celezticuh has stated in greater detail about what is wrong:

2. The community's response.

Celezticuh and several other members of the CRTOA discord have brought up this issue in the official discord server, but have experienced pushback FROM THE COOKIE RUN COMMUNITY ITSELF.

Here are some notable people defending this behavior.

Let me be clear, as an asian myself, telling people that "Oh they're asian, they don't know!" Or "They don't care!" Is -newsflash- ALSO RACIST TOWARDS ASIAN PEOPLE??????

We here in asia face discrimination for not being light skinned, skinny, and colorism. It's not as bad as being the subject of extreme racism, but it has negative effects on our society. And it disgusts me how people genuinely think that just because they're korean, means they get a free pass to be disrespectful towards other people outside of their circle.

Secondly, they have fans INTERNATIONALLY. If they only cared about korean fans, they would not have as big of an impact on the wider scale as they do. They know we (the people outside of korea) have our eyes on them. And people who say that they don't know, are full of bullshit.

3. Why has there no action been taken against this?

A big issue as to why this has never reached Devsister's ears is because the Korean community isn't as outraged at this compared to the international audience. Now, I am not saying we should automatically assume any and all korean players are as racist as the company, but I'd chalk it up to ignorance, which still sucks let's be real.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that the international community has been calling for protests and asking for the trucks to be delivered again, but unless we have support from the korean community, it's looking to be highly unlikely.

So here we ask for people to help us get into contact with someone from the korean community who's willing to help get the trucks set up again.

--

I'm not the best at conclusions, however, I want to leave off with a message.

The cookie run community has festered some of the most racist, vile garbage of people I've ever seen. Not just towards black and non pale skinned people of color, but even towards the asians you claim to defend themselves (Dark Cacao, Affogato and Peach Blossoms are barely scratching the surface.).

Cookie run fans, please do better.

[kenacoki]

Organized Prompt List

Funny

"Oh my god, i feel like shit." "Gee, I wonder why?

"I have the attention span of a goldfish on speed, and I'm okay with that."

"So, I have a surprise for you..." "Why'd that box just move?"

"If you're feeling down, I highly recommend binge-watching old episodes of 'Friends' and pretending everything's fine."

"It's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits." "What the fu-"

"I don't know which is worse: the taste of this coffee or your sense of humor."

"Please tell me you have a spare key..." "...That was the spare key."

"It's three in the morning." "Yeah, and...?"

"Well, that was a terrible idea..." "It was your idea!"

"We've nearly died enough today so please get down before you bust your head open."

"You were so high you had a staring contest with a photograph of my dead grandma."

"I can hear you sighing in disappointment ya' know...you're not exactly subtle."

"If you die, just know I'm bringing you back just so I can put you back in the ground myself!"

“Uhhh…how many of those have you ate?” “I don’t know, like five?”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard all day.” “It’s 9:05 am.”

“I’ve been thinking…” “Well don’t hurt yourself.”

“I need some advice.” “You came to me for advice?”

“Did you go to the doctor?” “No, I slept for nine hours.”

“I think I need therapy.” “I think you need a reality check.”

“Do you remember that time we—” “Don’t…finish that thought.”

Fluff

"Did-Did you just kiss me on the forehead?" "I'm so so sorry, I've been babysitting all week, when I heard you say 'ow', i just acted without thinking."

"Please stop looking at me like that." "Like what?" "All...ya know, soft n' stuff...it’s freaking me out."

“You know, I can tell when you’re mad cause your cheeks turn this cute shade of red.”

“Have I ever told you how cute you are when you pout?”

“Will you just…just hold me?”

“Just pretend to be my date!” “Excuse me?”

“You know how proud you make me, right?”

“Can I…can I hold your hand?”

“Tell me, have you ever seen something more beautiful than this?” “Yeah, you.”

“Hey, I’m always gonna be here for you.”

“Oh my god…you’re jealous!” “I am not!”

“Are you blushing?”

“I love you.” “I know.”

“Would you stay with me…please?”

“I really, really want to kiss you.” “Then do it.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I mean, yeah I’d make out with them but like—platonically, you know?” “…You-you can’t make out with someone platonically.” “Sure you can! We’ve done it like…I don’t how many times now.”

“Mmm…you’re so warm.”

“So, uh…how’d your date go?”

“Have you ever thought about…us. Y’know, as an item?”

Angst/Hurt

“You told me that I didn’t have to worry about them.”

“Will you just listen to me for a second?” “What do you think you could say that could possibly make this better?!”

“How am I supposed to trust you after that?!”

“Just-just tell me how I can fix this.” “You can’t.”

“Did…did I mean anything to you?”

“I’m sorry—” “Don’t-don’t apologize if you’re just going to keep doing this shit. Apologize when you’re actually going to change.”

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“You’re here.” “I’m here…just like I promised.”

“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

“I…I never got the chance to tell you that I love you.” “Maybe that was for the best.”

“Every time I wake up, the first thing I do is look for you…but you’re never there.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “It’s not your job to worry about me.”

“There’s a part of me that still loves you…and I absolutely hate myself for it.”

“You’re in denial—” “I am not in denial!”

“You can’t just keep ignoring your feeling like this.”

“So what, that’s it?” “Yeah…yeah I guess it is.”

“No! You can’t give up like this!”

“It’s…you’re too late.”

“Maybe we should just…stop.”

“I need you to wake up now…cause I can’t do this without you.”

Smut

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, ya know? Someone should teach you what to do with it.”

“You don’t have to do that.” “I want to.”

“C’mon, let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“Who do you want?” “You.”

“Why are you in my bed—wait! Are you naked?!”

“Can I at least take my shoes off before you jump me?” “…I guess.”

“I’ll kiss you if that’s what it takes to shut you up.”

“I swear to god, if I’m late because you can’t keep it in your pants.” “I can’t help it when you look so good.”

“Look at how needy you are, even after everything we’ve done.”

“We…we shouldn’t do this. It’s a bad idea…right?” “Yeah…yeah, definitely a bad idea.”

“I’m about two seconds away from bending you over this counter, don’t push your luck.”

“Bite me.” “I mean, if you’re offering.”

“I told you that I’d take care of you, did you think that I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

“Oh, fuck me.” “That’s the plan!”

“So good for me, just look at how much you came.”

“Oh my god!” “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want everyone to know how much of a slut you are.”

“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on!”

“Are you serious?” “Does it look like I’m joking?”

“This stays between us.”

“There’s people here!” “I know.”

//Dividers// sister-lucifer

[lescarbille]

Enchanted

Answer to : Send me a word and I'll write you a Carcar drabble

(Omegaverse / Regency AU)

Carlos has never liked balls.

Balls are nothing more than a vast masquerade set up to display wealth and power. The ugliness of high society is disguised behind blinding pomp, champagne gold glitter on purple macaroons, chandeliers in the gardens and exotic flowers as decoration.

Carlos has never seen so much jewelry and so many pretty outfits as at a ball, while some hide infamous gambling debts and deviant behavior.

Carlos is thirty years old, and balls are becoming an obligation. It is not a tragedy to be single at his age, but it sends the wrong message to society: frivolous morals, an Alpha with bad instincts.

Carlos remains sulky while omegas demand that he write his name in their ball book, preventing him from enjoying his red wine. He is just perfect, the rich and fruity coat on his palate, better than the gigantic comic play playing out before him.

“Aren’t you happy with all this attention, Carlos?” Charles Leclerc mocks as he places himself next to him. “I think the whole assembly is holding its breath waiting for you to dance with an Omega or better, marry one.”

“They can suffocate.”

Charles sniffs.

Charles Leclerc is married to a Dutch prince, Max-Émilian, they met during their first season and married two balls later, unable to take their eyes off each other. If Love had to be defined in the form of an image, Charles and Max-Émilian would be the portrait.

Charles is just coming back to enjoy the social season, reporting gossip to his husband with amusement. Sometimes he even plays matchmaker, but it’s purely for fun and to the nerves of high society.

“You are so difficult,” Charles mocks as he nudges him with his shoulder. “There are such pretty Omegas though, look at that one… He is a violinist, and an excellent dancer. His family isn’t very rich, but he has an interesting conversation.”

Carlos just drinks his wine, not interested.

He’s not looking for an Omega.

He doesn’t want to be there and doesn't want to get married.

He just wants to be quiet and at peace. So he runs away, he goes out into the gardens and looks for a corner of solitude, a peaceful place, away from the shimmering outdoor chandeliers and the fragrant flowers.

Hidden between tall bushes, he watches the moon and the stars. The stars are more soothing than all this ridiculous wedding fair, they’ve been here so long that they must have witnessed disaster and mismatched couples.

“Hey! What are you doing here!? It’s highly impolite to run away from a party like this."

Carlos turns to see who’s calling out to him.

Above his head, an Omega stands on a balcony. He has light brown hair that shines silver in the moonlight, brown eyes, and his status is shown by the pastel colors of his clothing, where Alpha and Beta males wear dark colors. His scent is also a clue : sweet chocolate, eucalyptus, and honey. A sweet scent, like all omegas, but with enough of a spice to it that it’s not unpleasant to his nose.

“Isn’t it dangerous for an Omega to be alone?” he retorts. "You seems to run away from the party too."

“I’m at home, and I’ve spent over ten minutes in the ballroom, that’s a record,” he asserts with undisguised sarcasm. “And I won’t have an ounce of guilt to defend myself if an Alpha with filthy manners decides to pick on me. You see, my book is heavy enough to knock one out.”

Carlos notices the book he’s holding, a veritable brick.

“You’re right above the library,” he says. “My safe haven in this ordeal. How’s it going down there? I heard there’s an extraordinary alpha coming up and all the mothers are in turmoil.”

“They are. I had to run.”

“So you’re that Alpha… I thought you’d be more cocky, more handsome too. Disappointing. They make me wear this awful outfit just for you. I dislike you from that moment and now you disturb my peace."

"You are the one who talks to me, you must not disliking me much."

"I'm trying to make you leave, without throwing my book in your face. I like this book."

Carlos can’t help but laugh as a smile grows on the Omega’s face, amused by his own repartee.

“Carlos, I'm enchanted to meet you.”

“Oscar.”

[desi2go]

Flowers from the prince (1)

part 2 of Flowers from the prince here

pairing: prince Seungmin x guard reader

warnings: fluff, forbidden romance

summary: After working as a soldier at the border, you were finally transferred to the palace. You should protect the prince from everything that could be a harm...

A new task. That's what your father told you. You would finally leave your current position and be transferred. And not just anywhere, no, you will be a guard at the palace.

Your father was the head of the king's guards. He was in charge of all the soldiers and guard in the entire country. He himself selects the soldiers who will protect the royal family, whether as castle guards or as their personal lifeguards. Since you were young, you wanted to make your father proud and be one of the best soldiers.

You were all the more happier when the message was brought to you that you will be the personal lifeguard of the prince now.

When you arrived at the castle, your father greeted you. Since your departure two years ago, you didn't had the chance to meet him. He looked older than you had in mind, his job definitely taking a toll on him.

He lead you to the throne hall where you would meet the royal family. Before you entered, you took a deep breath. Your father opened the door, letting you in the big hall. The king and the queen sat on their throne, standing up when you arrived in front of them.

"Miss Y/n. Welcome in the palace" the queen said with a sincere smile. You bowed respectfully.

"I'm honoured, your grace"

"Your father spoke very highly of you. And your reports were excellent so that I can say that you are particularly suitable for this task" the king added.

"Thank you, your grace" you answered, clearly content that they thought so high of you. Another person entered the hall through the big wooden doors. You slightly turned to get a better look of the person. You knew him. How could you not? He was the prince. The prince you should protect from now on.

"Miss y/n. This is my son. You'll be his personal lifeguard from now on. I expect you to be very sharp-eyed."

"Of course, your grace." You turned to prince Seungmin and bowed.

"Nice to meet you, prince" you added but you didn't even get a reply. He just rolled his eyes annoyed. He definitely hated the thought of a new lifeguard but you couldn't care less. Now, it was your job and you wouldn't disappoint the royal family.

You followed the prince like a shadow, always ten metres behind him. He was clearly distressed that you would accompany him from now on nearly 24/7. As well as he could, he tried to ignore you.

He sighed and turned to you abruptly.

"Why don't you stop following me like a dog? I'm capable of defending myself" he snarled, a hard look on his face.

"Well, as long as the king and the queen don't tell me otherwise, I'll be doing my job, your grace" you said in an extra friendly tone.

He turned around again and you followed him into his study room. It was a big room filled with books, a huge wooden desk where all sorts of papers were spread out, and two armchairs that stood in front of the window.

You stopped next to the door so that you had the entrance and the window in view. You stood there over two hours, watching the prince work while you crossed the arms behind your back and observed the environment. Usually, a lifeguard wouldn't follow a person everywhere but your father had told you that Seungmin liked to run away into the forest or into the town right behind the castle.

And as a member of the royal family that could be extremely dangerous. Most of the people liked the royals but as always, there was a small amount that was up to no good and would be content to catch the prince so easily. They could use him as a leverage.

When the night came, another lifeguard took over so that you could catch some sleep. You stepped into your little room that from now on will be your bedroom. Exhausted, you slipped out of your armour and placed your sword onto the small dresser. The room was barely decorated. Not that you cared. You won't spend much time here, just sleeping before and after your shift. It didn't take much time before the sleep took over. Even though you mostly stayed on one place, you still were sharp-eyed and always observed your environment.

You started your next shift in the morning after a quick meal with some other soldiers, including your father. It was great to work together with him after years apart. But he wasn't just your father, no, he was the head of the guards and that's why he always expected the best, especially from you.

Prince Seungmin was still in his chamber but shortly after your arrival, he came out, wearing plain black trousers and a black shirt with a plain armour.

"Good morning, your grace" you greeted him, getting in line behind him. He just grumbled a response. He'll see, you'll definitely crack his grumpy behaviour even if it took some time.

You rested one hand on your sword as you both walked out of the palace to the training ground where most of the castle soldiers trained. At this time, just some persons were practicing. The prince fetched a trainings sword out of the old armoury. He stopped in front of you and scrutinised you with a mocking smile.

"Do you really think you have what it takes to protect me?"

You, who was already used to his sharp tongue, bowed your head respectfully.

"Yes, your highness. I have proven my skills many times" The prince laughed, a patronising sound that echoed across the square.

"Then let's see how good you really are. Do you dare to compete against me? Or are you afraid you might lose in front of the other soldiers?"

You took a step forward, drew your sword and assumed a battle-ready stance. Your eyes sparkled with determination.

"I fear nothing, Your Highness. If you wish, I will fight you." Seungmin nodded and raised his sword. The other soldiers stepped back to make way.

"Very well. Show me what you can do." The fight began with an aggressive attack from the prince. His movements were powerful, but also impetuous. You, on the other hand, remained calm and focussed, skilfully dodging his blows and counterattacking with precision, just like you had learned over a million times in your training.

The spectators' respect for you grew with every blow you fended off since they have never seen you fight before. The prince became increasingly frustrated and stepped up his attacks, but you remained unimpressed and after several minutes of intense fighting, you managed to disarm the prince.

His sword flew out of his hand and landed on the ground with a loud clang. You pointed the tip of your sword at his chest, but stopped before you could hurt him.

"It seems you have lost, Your Highness," you said calmly, a smirk decorating your face. That's what he deserves after underestimating you. The prince, breathing heavily and visibly surprised, stared at the sword pointed at him.

"You had a lucky strike. That's all" he defended, grabbing his sword again from the ground. You retracted your own and placed it back into the scabbard safely.

"Of course, if you say so" you responded with a teasing smirk. You fought again and again. Every time, you were the one that quickly has gained the upper hand and won. He definitely wasn't a beginner and he knew how to wield a sword but he didn't has a chance against someone with lots of experience.

It was cute how frustrated and angry he got when his strike didn't succeed. After three more rounds, he was apparently finished with training. With a small smirk, you followed him back into the castle. You already liked your new job here, especially when you could get the prince on the edge like that.

♚✪♔

When the prince ate lunch, you quickly grabbed something for yourself in the kitchen and accompanied your father with some other soldiers. All in all, it was entertaining to listen to some strange stories that happend here, especially when the prince and the princess were involved. You heard that Seungmin's older sister and he were free spirits and kept all the staffs on their toes. After that little break, you continued with your shift that went good and without much trouble. Seungmin worked for a long time in his study room.

The next morning continued like this until the early afternoon. After being stuck in the study room for the first half day, he wanted to bath. That's why you stood outside, waiting that the prince was finished. You heard a small crack and shuffling that sounded strange. You knew what he was doing, your father has told you how he could leave the palace. And apparently, he chose the way through the window this time.

You smirked and left your place, running through the hallways, using some old passages. Fortunately, your father gave you the structure of the castle with all the secret paths and shortcuts. When he climbed out of the window, he just had one way to go. Due to the shortcuts, you will be there before him.

While the prince hurried through the forest, you skilfully took shortcuts. You crept through hidden paths and shadowy nooks and crannies, your footsteps as silent as a cat. You knew where he was going, and you were determined to intercept him there. Just before the prince reached the city limits, you stepped out of the shadows. He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening in surprise. You stood in front of him, a big teasing smirk on your lips.

"Do you really think you can trick me, your grace?" You said calmly, leaving the prince speechless. Never before had anyone caught him so close to the city.

"How did you do that?" he asked, his voice betraying a mixture of anger and admiration.

"I know your ways, Prince," she replied. "And I'm here to make sure you stay safe. By the way, your excursions really aren't that difficult to see through. Perhaps you should try a little harder next time"

The prince, proud and confident as he was, couldn't hide his fascination. No one had ever put him in his place like this before. Despite his frustration, he felt a deep respect for the woman who had outwitted him.

"You're really good," he admitted, "but that doesn't mean I won't try again." You just nodded and smiled.

"Oh, I expect you to. I'm having far too much fun catching you. I'll always be here to catch you." The prince felt a pang of annoyance, but also deep respect for the woman who had outwitted him.

"We'll see," he said, "maybe I'll be quicker next time."

"Maybe," you replied, shrugging your shoulders. "But I'll always be here to stay one step ahead of you."

He rolled his eyes and let you take him back to the castle. You knew that this was definitely not the last time, you'll need to catch him.

And you were right, he tried it the next time two days later. Just like last time, you stopped him with a smirk, leaning against a tree and one hand playing with your sword. He huffed in annoyance.

"Why do you want to go there so bad?" You asked him.

"None of your business" he snarled.

You laughed. "It is. I'm the one who will catch you every time after all."

You push yourself off the tree. Instead of going back to the castle, you followed the way to the town.

"What are you doing? The castle is this way!" He exclaimed, clearly confused.

You turned your head and smiled.

"Since you want to go to the town so bad, I'm accompanying you. This way I can defend you" His confused expressions changed to surprise and you could see appreciation in his eyes.

"Now come. We don't have so long before the castle will notice our absence" you nudged him forward while signalling with a nod to the town. He broke out of his rigidity and followed you quickly.

After some time, you broke the silence.

"So, mind telling me what you want to do there, your grace? Meeting a mistress perhaps?" You questioned amused.

"I don't have a mistress. I guess I just like the noise and the lively hustle and bustle where I could hide myself from my duties as a prince" he explained calmly. His black hair shimmered silver in the sun and his eyes turned into a rich chocolate brown that seem to be endless.

"I understand that." you answered, finally arriving at the town. "So, where do you want to go?" You added. He lead you through the streets. The more you moved forward to the city centre, the bigger were the mass of people.

You knew this town very well. After your mother got pregnant with you, your dad accepted his position in the castle, forcing your parents to move here. They bought a small house on the outer ring of the city so that he could easily go to the castle within 15 minutes. You went to school here and after your mother got ill, it was your job to clean the house and to buy errands from the market. You knew this route.

Seungmin wanted to go to the huge market in the centre of the city. You were still some hundred metres away and yet, you could hear the chattering and shoutings. You turned right and you stood directly in front of the market.

It was acolourful spectacle of life, colours and sounds. The smell of fresh bread and roasted meat fills the air, while the laughter of children and the hustle and bustle of traders fills the square. The market begins with a row of wooden benches and stalls standing close together. Trader from near and far offer their wares, their voices overlapping in an effort to attract the attention of the people passing by.

One stall is piled high with shiny apples and juicy pears, another is hung with sausages and hams glistening in the sun, and a few steps further on the smell of exotic spices attracts people. A trader in a colourful robe spreads out a selection of rare herbs and spices from distant lands, his wares as precious as gold. Next to him, a cloth merchant has spread out his fine fabrics, shining in all the colours of the rainbow and bringing a longing sparkle to the eyes of the women and girls, while in one corner an old storyteller sits on a wooden barrel, surrounded by a group of curious children. Once, you sat there too and listened to him.With sweeping gestures and a deep, melodic voice, he tells stories of brave knights and fire-breathing dragons.

Not far away, a musician plays his lute and a young boy beats a drum while people clap their hands to the beat and some even begin to dance. A blacksmith demonstrates the art of swordsmithing, sparks flying as he moulds red-hot iron. A few steps further on, a ropemaker demonstrates his skills by spinning sturdy ropes and fine cables. Here and there, a travelling merchant offers his remedies, miracle elixirs and tinctures that are supposed to help against every conceivable ailment.

You two wandered through the place side by side. While Seungmin eyed the wares, you observed the environment precisely. It was a risk to go here with him. In the hustle and bustle, attacker could easily come close and try to harm him. Your hand was placed on your sword, a small warning that you would defend him.

He stopped in front of a stall with beautiful flowers in all sizes and colours. While you turned around to have everything in your sight, he spoke with the old lady. You know her, she already sold her flowers when you were young. You remember that your father bought your mother and you a bunch of flowers, lilies to be exact. The old lady explained to you back then that they stand for devotion and admiration.

You flinched when something touched your ear, turning slightly. Seungmin chuckled.

"Easy, tiger. It's just me" he pushed something behind your ear. When he was finished, you touched the object. It was a flower and you wanted to take it in your hand but Seungmin grabbed your hand and your gaze shot to him.

"leave it like this. It suits you"

A small blush crept up your face and you felt your heart beating faster. You couldn't control the small smile that decorated your lips.

"Thank you. I guess then I have to leave it there"

"Indeed." He just answered and walked to the next stall, completely ignoring your red face from the unexpected gesture.

[gb-patch]

Hi! I saw your ask about skin tones and honestly, that is very much a barebones excuse to not include skintones in your game. You act as though adding skintones to a sprite would be a complete hand-drawn new asset when it would quite literally be filling in a pre drawn base for both Opal and the mc. Not only that but you potentially have thousands of mc outfits you promised for specific tier havers on the kickstarter. And then for 250,000 dollars, you're telling me we'll get more colors but not even 2 or 4 skintones when there are games with Less funding who have more skintones? Especially considering OL:B&A had the exact same amount of skintones and I could count all the afro centric hairstyles in that game on my two hands. I rather have more skintones than just pale, peach, olive, tan, brown and dark brown (most of which screams a 2000s foundation line of tones) than have more hair or clothing colors. I'm sorry, I love your games, I really do but that's an extremely lazy and abhorrent response from you and I am extremely disappointed.

"Hi. I just saw the post about you not adding in more skintones. I really hope this doesn't come across as rude or demanding but I find your reasoning for not being able to add them...lackluster at best. With all due respect, you set this goal for 250k, over three times the original goal you set for the kickstarter, the idea that somehow you can promise an additional set of darker colours for the clothes, accesories hair and eyes alongside the additional MC pieces people are going to request but not an additional skintone because of Opal seems a little ridiculous. I'm not an experienced artist but I do know how art files tend to work and I imagine adding additional colours to Opal's base design wouldn't be an extreme undertaking. In fact, by contrast, the work to add more colours to the clothes and hairs seems much more labourous considering the amount of them and the fact that some of the clothes have subcolours.

Again, I do hope I don't come accross as rude but I just feel like this announcement was highly dissapointing, especially considering the fact that the additional colours are currently the biggest goal for the kickstarter at the moment" There were two replies, so I put them together. I hope that's alright.

I understand. It would be bad and make no sense if that didn’t happen. I can say that this has nothing to do with funding. I'm not gonna attach more skin tones to a stretch goal, that’s not fair. It’ll be done whenever it can be regardless of what happens with the Kickstarter.

The other colors for hair and such is something I confirmed can be done by our programmer ahead of time using a color picker system in coding.

The situation as it stands today for Opal is that I personally don't have the skills to recolor her myself, the artist we have is in a situation where it would be unkind to increase how much work they have to do (it'd be easier if even less work could be on them), and while another artist could be hired- that hasn't happened at this point. So, saying it "could happen but maybe not" is cautious development process. It’s how it went with both the Cove Patreon Bonus Moments, where I pretended for months that it may or may not happen while working on it behind the scenes because I wasn’t sure how long I’d need to finish it and was worried it could be delayed for long stretches of time.

Being realistic, it is virtually a 100% certainly that before the game comes out, the skin tones will be expanded. There is no good reason why it wouldn’t. I was waiting until things got to a better point in production before coming out to officially say that it’s happening.

And I could’ve said it’s extremely likely but we’re not able to do it quite yet and avoided making anyone feel hurt. I wish my way of handling it hadn’t made the people who believed in our games sad. The reason why I didn’t is that I just can’t help but be averse to making promises I can’t do/the team can’t do and so have to rely on something else working out at some point in the future, even if it is entirely likely that it will.

That’s because I know that these things will make a lot of people happy. I want the excitement and any praise that might come to not happen until the goal has been achieved or is on the way to being achieved for sure. To a degree it’s helpful for players to have confidence in what the company is promoting, but it’s mainly to help with my own habit of catastrophizing. I tend to believe bad things could happen and I’ll let people down even when it’s so unlikely it’s not worth considering. I consider it anyway. And so, you get this kind of long-term hedging before the feature people hoped for suddenly appears. Even now my compulsion is to add a caveat that “there’s still a chance something (I don’t even know what) could happen and it won’t be added so don’t thank me yet” despite me already coming out with the truth that there’s every intention to have it added. I’m sorry to have disappointed you and made you feel disregarded by doing this. Hopefully when the skin options are expanded people will be able to enjoy the game a lot more than how it is with the current demo. And thanks for taking the time to let me know what you thought rather than giving up on the project entirely.

[666writingcafe]

Conspiracy

Simeon

This is wrong. How is any of this deemed acceptable?

Ever since my and Luke's return to the Celestial Realm following the announcement of an indefinite postponement of the opening ceremony for Diavolo's school, these thoughts have been constant in my head.

You see, Father feels like the brothers haven't been punished sufficiently enough for defying Him. It's not enough for them to merely be cast down to the Devildom. In His eyes, they don't deserve the opportunity to live a happy life down there. He'd much prefer to personally torture them for the next millennia or so before casting their souls down in Cocytus for all of eternity.

So, He gave Michael permission to do whatever it takes to get the brothers back up here. Michael decided that the easiest way to convince them to leave the Devildom would be by telling them that we're willing to pardon them for their digressions. And since Michael's presence down there would make the brothers highly suspicious, he's planning on taking on the form of Raphael during his trip. After all, most of the brothers are scared of Raphael, so they'd do anything to avoid his wrath.

And guess whose responsibility is it to make sure that Michael's impression of Raphael is pretty much perfect?

Fucking Raphael. How dare he put this on my plate?

I've been disgusted with myself this entire time. Father is literally having us break one of His commandments for what? Petty revenge? What happened to "love thy neighbor"? Did Lucifer wound His pride so severely that He's forgotten how to act?

And the worst thing about all this is that I am powerless to stop it. As it is, if anyone found out I was questioning His will, I might as well be joining the brothers in Cocytus. I'm already on thin ice as it is due to me keeping vital information about the brothers from Him before and during the war.

And somebody has to take care of Luke. I don't trust the others to keep him from harm's way. They'd exploit his innocence for their own selfish needs, and I won't allow that to happen.

So I've kept my objections to myself. Through Michael's training, through my return to the Devildom to deliver the message to Diavolo about "Raphael's" arrival, and through this stupid meeting in the prince's home office. In His eyes, I'm behaving like the perfect angel, blindly doing what I'm told.

And then I made the mistake of making eye contact with Zephyr. It's only momentary, and yet time seems to slow down to a crawl.

I can't have them disappointed in me. We didn't talk a whole lot during my initial visit, but I know that they have a strong moral compass. They'd reject me if they found out that I kept this from them.

Before I can question my emotions too much, the meeting ends, and the six of us--Michael, Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, Zephyr, and myself--walk out of the office and make our way down the hallway. Zephyr and I trail behind the others.

I have to move quickly. Before I change my mind and before anyone notices.

There's a nearby door that's slightly ajar. Perfect.

I quickly grab Zephyr and drag them inside the room, making sure to reposition the door back to where it was as to not cause suspicion. The second they make noise, I cover their mouth with my hand. Their eyes widen as I begin listening for returning footsteps.

Thankfully, no one comes to investigate.

"Will you remain quiet if I remove my hand?" I whisper urgently. Zephyr nods their head. Sure enough, they don't begin screaming for help when I let go.

"Good sheep," I murmur, mentally smacking myself when I fully register what left my mouth. Zephyr remains silent. This room is rather small. Did I shove the two of us in a closet?

Oh, this isn't good. I can already feel myself begin heating up, and I'm pretty sure it's not just due to the cramped space we're in.

"Listen carefully, because I'm only going to be able to say this once," I quietly tell them. Another nod. "It's a trap. They're not getting pardoned. You have to do everything in your power to convince them to stay here." Zephyr tilts their head and looks contemplatively at me. Are they questioning my intentions?

A moment later, they softly smile at me.

"Don't doubt yourself," they whisper softly. "You're doing the right thing." They gently push the door open again, allowing me to leave the room first.

I needed to hear that.

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[jaxrants]

TW: vent

I hate not having any control over my own life. I hate not being allowed to choose what I wear, what I do, and what I control. I hate being told to do the dishes everytime the sink is full, I hate being the family therapist, I hate not being allowed to relax without being shamed for it.

I tell my sisters no to something that will make a mess if I don't watch them closely, then being forced to give it to them anyways by THEIR father and still have to clean up THEIR mess.

I hate having to do the dishes when their are other people in the house who can do it, then being told the way I do it is wrong.

I hate being threatened to have my hair ripped out of my skull if I don't do what I'm told.

I hate being told I look TOO good in something by my mother and then those pants or that shirt get taken from me and put in my moms drawer.

I hate being told that only skanks wear cropped tops and not to walk around in only a bra and some shorts when I'm hot because my dad (step-dad) is in the house, or he has friends over that he could bring them in, but my mom wears crop tops, and she walks around in the store, at other peoples houses and other PUBLIC places in just a bra.

^But when I walk around OUR house, I'm asking for it

I hate wanting my hair cut, and eventually getting to the point where I want to cut it myself, but I can't. Wanna know why? Cause I'll get my ass beat for doing something I've been BEGGING my mom to do for the past year or so.

i hate being told the hair cut I want is too short, or too boy like, or it doesn't match my face, that it'll make me look ugly.

I hate being expected to let my mother rant to me, but get scolded if I try talking about my feeling with her.

I hate telling my mom things I wanna do, then her tell me no and that I have to do something because she had to.

I hate being told not to let people see me cry, not to let people see me weak, not to let them think I'm weak, then being told I should cry more, and let my feelings out when my dog gets killed.

I hate having to fake my tears so that my mom thinks I'm alright.

I hate that every time I sit down I'm automatically not doing anything, that I'm always so lazy, that I don't do anything.

I hate being the one who has to talk myself out of panic attacks, then when I tell my mom, she just tells me not to let myself.

"Why are you putting yourself the panic attack? Why are you letting it beat you?" She says

But god forbid if one of my sisters start having a panic attack. And I get it, their 5 and 7, yes worry about them, but I'm 15, I want my mom to about me like that.

I hate feeling like I have to fight my feelings.

I hate wanting to be a man just so I can feel some kind of control, and I still don't feel like I can control anything.

I hate the way my step-father has made me hate men, but I still want their love.

I hate feeling like I need to fight for love.

I hate the empty "I love you"'s that come out of my mom, and stepdads mouths.

I hate the fact that I still love my mom, despite the things she's put me through.

I hate feeling like I'm never enough, like if I'm of no use to anyone, then why should they love or care about me?

I hate feeling like everyone expects so highly of me, and then are significantly disappointed when they actually get to know me.

I hate not feeling much of anything besides anxiety, fear, and anger.

I hate feeling smaller than everyone else.

I hate having to create different personas for every person I meet, just so I can be liked.

I hate not being allowed to be myself.

I hate feeling like crap everytime I'm not comfortable with doing something, because if I'm of no use to you, why should you care for/about me?

I hate not being able to focus on one project, and then feeling terrible because I never finished something.

I hate feeling sorry for others more than I do myself.

I hate not knowing when my next meal will be.

I hate being shamed for not eating because "we have plenty of food."

I hate having issues with certain textures of food, and having to go hungry because I don't like what my mom fixed.

I hate not liking certain tastes, then being forced to eat it, because I'm tired of starving myself.

I hate feeling like I'm bothering everyone else because of my feelings.

I hate feeling bad for snapping at my sisters, when they didn't even do anything wrong.

I hate being shamed for how little I eat, and how much I sleep.

I hate how I never get a break.

I hate getting shamed for taking a break.

I hate how my mom and step dad don't care about my hobbies unless it makes money that they can emotionally manipulate me into giving them.

I hate feeling like I can't trust anyone.

I hate losing weight, but still looking fat.

I hate wishing I had more things wrong with me, just so I feel like I have a reason to complain.

But most importantly...

I hate myself

And I'm sorry if you actually read all of this. You shouldn't have to listen to some stranger that you don't even truly know on the internet. Because you don't know me, no one knows me. They know a carefully designed version of me that was made just for them.

@puppet200 @purpleeggyboi @th3-r4t-48 @zeroisreallygood @im-a-simp898 @luciluck2046 @evry1h8s-me @aflairforthemelodramaticc @caretaleandotherstuff

[heartshapedmisery]

day one! ⇢ orgasm denial with robert fischer

warnings! ⇢ MINORS DNI 18+ | dom!robert fischer x sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, masturbation ( f ), orgasm denial, creampie, degradation, dirty talk, bit of a breeding kink? idk. lmk if i missed anything!

notes! ⇢ ahhh october is finally here i can't wait for all the fun fics I have planned for this month!! hope you like this one, next fic comes out on Wednesday! :)

✷ main masterlist | 2023 kintober masterlist

"Robbie!" he heard his name fall from your lips, echoing throughout your beautifully large bedroom as he neared the door.

Your moans practically filled the entire penthouse, despite your attempts at being quiet. You couldn't hear the usual click of his shoes since you were too lost in your own pleasure, and really because he didn't want to make any noise out of fear of causing you to stop what you were doing.

He had just gotten home after a long work day and was met with your absence in the front room, which was highly unusual for you. Granted that he had worked later than normal, but you still were always there to greet him with a hug and a kiss no matter how late it got.

So when he didn't see you waiting for him in the living room, he couldn't help but feel the need to investigate.

That was when he heard it. Your soft moans that had been muffled by your bedroom door, but still clear as day. It made him stop in his tracks as he walked down the hall, his fingers white-knuckling the handle of his briefcase as his mind jumped to conclusions.

How could you have had the audacity to fuck somebody else in his home? In his bed? Had you no respect for him at all?

It wasn't until he heard his name rip from your chest did he let out a shaky breath, the anger in his chest fading and being replaced with pure lust.

Carefully, he turned the knob, cracking the door open to see your half-naked figure sprawled out on your large king-sized bed, your fingers playing lazily between your legs. Your arousal glistened all over your fingers, the wet spot on the Egyptian cotton sheets beneath you evidence of your time spent there.

"Fuck," you mewled, still unaware of your husband's presence. He simply marveled at you, fighting the urge to palm himself through his pants as he leaned against the frame of the door to stabilize himself. The muffled sound of wet squelching between your legs as your fingers pumped in and out of you made his dick twitch. He couldn't stand here and watch you anymore. He needed to feel you.

The sound of the door shutting made your eyes snap open, your movements coming to a halt as your guilty eyes met your husband's. A dark expression inhabited his face as his eyes raked over your figure, before stopping at the spot between your legs.

"Robbie, I-" you scrambled to apologize, but he simply shook his head silently as he neared the bed, shrugging his blazer off and throwing it at the foot of the mattress.

"What have I told you, baby?" he whispered, bringing a hand to your jaw and pulling your chin up so you faced him directly. He seemed calm on the outside, but you could see in his eyes that he was nothing but disappointed.

If it had been any other day when he hadn't gotten home as late as he had, he would've even been mad. But, he didn't have the energy in him to allow himself to be angry with you. Not tonight.

"You know better than this," he whispered to you, allowing his free hand to brush the stray piece of hair out of your face. "Don't you?"

A whimper escaped your throat as you felt ashamed for disobeying him. "I'm sorry, Robbie. You were just running so late, I couldn't help myself."

He couldn't help but smirk, his hands moving away from your face to loosen his tie. "Needed me that bad, hm?"

You nodded, your freshly manicured hand reaching up to palm his crotch, rubbing him slowly through his pants as you could feel how hard he was. You smiled giddily, your fingers slowly moving to unbuckle his belt, but he stopped you.

"I don't think you should be rewarded after breaking the rules, baby," he told you, his grip on your wrist tight. "That's not how this works."

Your smile dropped, his hand finally releasing your wrist from his grip. He motioned for you to move back on the bed as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his eyes not leaving your figure once. Once he kicked off his shoes, you could feel a dip in the mattress as he knelt down in front of you.

"Lay back, baby," he told you, and you weren't hesitant to comply. Your hair fawned out beneath you on the mattress as he crawled over your body, his hips slotting in between your thighs as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in. "Want you to show me how much you needed me."

His hand moved between your bodies to dip into his boxers, pulling out his hard length and allowing it to slap against his clothed stomach. You could feel it rubbing against your thigh, and you would be lying if you were to say it didn't rile you up more.

"Please," you whimpered, your hand pawing at his bicep as he grasped his hard-on and moved to line it up with your soaked entrance. "I'll be good for you, I promise!"

Robert only shook his head, the ghost of a smirk evident on his face as he shoved himself into you without warning, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as he stuffed you to the brim.

"I know you will, baby," he cooed, cradling your head in his hand as he bottomed out inside of you, his tip just barely kissing your cervix. "And you're not gonna come until I say you can, since you've already treated yourself this afternoon, I see."

He looked over to the wet spot from your arousal on the sheets for a split second before returning his eyes back to you, guilt flooding your chest once more under his intense gaze.

"Please, just move," you mewled, complying with his restrictions. You could feel tears begin to well in your eyes as the feeling of him sheathed inside you was becoming unbearable. You needed him to fuck you already.

He didn't say a word as he pulled out of you before slamming his hips back against yours, his length filling you abruptly once again, sending a chill down your spine as your eyes screwed shut. A shaky moan sounded from his throat as he left hot open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest, trailing from the sweet spot behind your ear to the valley of your breasts. His hips fell into a steady pace pistoning in and out of you, brushing the spot where you wanted him to reach the most each time.

"Fuck, you're soaked, sweetheart," he whispered as his free hand moved to hook on the back of your knee to pull it farther up around his waist, keeping you as close as possible to him. "Bet you've been daydreaming about me fucking this pussy like this all day, hm?" he grunted between moans.

You nodded lazily, unable to form coherent words as he fucked you stupid, his movements becoming rougher and more irregular as he could feel himself slipping off into his own pleasure.

The familiar knot of ecstasy appeared in your lower abdomen once more, a feeling you knew all too well after this afternoon, building stronger and stronger until you felt yourself begin to tip over the edge.

"Robbie!" you whined, clawing at his neck and raking your fingers through his sweet chestnut locks of hair before giving them a good tug to ground yourself. You didn't know how much longer you were going to last.

"What did I tell you, baby?" he breathed, not stopping his movements as he squeezed the flesh of your thigh. "Don't fucking come until I tell you to."

You wanted to obey him, you really did, but he was making it so hard not to come on his cock as he fucked into you at a relentless pace. You tried so hard not to focus on it, rolling your hips around underneath him in an attempt to bring him closer to his climax, hoping that he'd allow you to let go once he did.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, his eyes falling shut as his face fell to the crook of your sweat-glistened neck. It seemed to be working, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more unpredictable as he fucked you. "Just like that, good fucking girl."

He wasn't too far off now—and neither were you—especially with your walls clenching down on him as you tried not to think about your own climax. He was a moaning mess above you, the head of his dick twitching deep inside of you as he was on the edge of his release.

"Gonna fucking come, baby. Wanna feel you come with me," he groaned into your neck, lost in his own pleasure as he felt himself fall into the peak of his orgasm. His words were enough to tip you over the edge too after holding out for so long, a wave of ecstasy washing over you as you could feel his hot release fill you to the brim.

"Fuck, Robbie! Give it to me!" you whined, clawing at his clothed back as he gave you a few final thrusts before pulling out, his length becoming too sensitive as he removed the swollen head from your entrance with a hiss.

All that could be heard now was a mixture of heavy pants from the both of you, trying to catch your breath as you were both too fucked out to even think straight.

He rolled over and off of you, his chest heaving up and down as he turned his head towards your exhausted expression, his hand moving to brush away the hair that had been matted to your forehead with sweat.

"Sorry, baby," he told you, watching as your eyes fell shut. "Just had to teach you a lesson."

You opened your eyes again before rolling over and snuggling into his side, laying your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast, and you couldn't help but smirk as you could feel it pounding against your cheek.

"It's alright," you told him. "Might have to break the rules more often if that's how you're gonna punish me."

[sabrondabrainrot]

It's tinfoil hat times I have more observations for eagle eyes listeners (yes a Nightvale ref)

This will contain spoilers for recent TSAMS and LAES!

I gotta go to bed so I won't be able to contain everything but just some stuff I noticed recently and something I've been thinking about.

I won't be as organized as usual, warning spoilers below!

Picking apart what Dark Sun said and did...he used the word expunge. I don't know if this is problem of VA's picking a word that sounds cool...or they picked it know what it means? Expunge is a word that means 'to remove', 'delete', 'strike from the record'. So...why would he collect data on Sun's choice to kill Nexus and expunge that across the multiverse? Why would deleting that make Suns turn on Moons? I'm too tired to think about it past this but...it's interesting. What if D!Sun did delete something?

The biggest thing between Sun and choosing to kill...its his love and trust...but I wonder how Sun's decision to choose the greater good and his family would delete something? That sparkle nighttime Sun was beating his Moon while crying that he hated him...but did he actually? How can we know? I can't wait to find out more about the entire Sun on Moon violence. D!Sun said it was his hate for Nexus but that's not the case...because Sun himself stated he still can't get himself to hate Nexus. We also know, the only reason Sun's magic worked was because of what Ruin did...so I think my theory about the NSP and SP interacting to possibly make Nexus into a new being still stands. D!Sun knew Ruin planted that device when he made Sun choose.

I feel like history just keeps repeating itself where Sun's choices will never be choices and his decision will always be made for him. Moving into more stuff! The recent episodes omigod!!! Moon! He finally stepped up! I still have many things to point out though. I was talking in @goodolddumbbanana dms because like...we're both still disappointed by the episodes...(I won't type the entire dms cause like I want banana to do their piece too without me speaking over them)

When Moon talked to Sun at the pier, he still managed to make it about himself. Did anyone else notice that? He turned it into his normal "I hate myself" routine. He proceeded to let Sun know he's the best brother ever...but Sun just...I don't think he believes it. Even if Lunar and Earth also both tell him that. Even Solar. He just won't believe it.

Looking at how Sun's entire...existence has gone, it's pretty understandable why he'd think and feel this way.

He hasn't been shown by his family (except Earth) he's the best so why would he believe it? Especially coming from Moon who's done nothing but lie to him and break promises. Moon stepped up but...was acting annoyed to take care of Sun. He just was acting like he was ready to get stuff over with. Then...When Sun finally asked the million dollar question. "Did you hate me? Do you hate me?" He's always been asking that and never got a straight answer. Moon has always acted like he really did hate him in the past. Worst of all? Moon told Sun he did.

He told his emotionally beaten brother who's soul is shattered, that 'Yes Sun, I did hate you'...Moon...being honest in this particular situation...I don't think it's the best idea.

Moon, to an emotionally unstable - highly fragile - Sun, basically confirmed Sun's darkest fear. The soul deep ache Sun feels. It's not...gratifying...Sun may now have closure that 'wow he treated me like that because he did hate me' but the big issues with this? Moon has not really changed how he treats Sun. He stopped physically hurting him but he still hurts him. In small ways. We saw that first hand in the last few eps. He left to avoid Sun entirely. He broke promise after promise. He'd rather throw himself a pity party then buck up and just be there for Sun.

Sun always leads with the best intentions. He tells Moon he loves him. He encourages him. He builds him up. (I think i've said this before lol)

Then we get the MVP Earth ep. That episode was honest to God beautiful. Earth is an amazing sister and Kat knocked it out of the ball park with her vocal performance today. She put in so much emotion. I like how Earth's breaking point wasn't her taking care of Dazzle or Sun. Her breaking point was how her family was treating her and Sun like shit. They both left them to their own devices. It was so sad. I was wondering when they kept showing Solar who was taking care of Sun and honestly it makes so much sense it was Earth.

Then in the same episode she said Lunar is acting strange. I'm going to be honest, I know exactly why Lunar is acting mad at Earth.

I don't get a ton of opportunity to talk about Lunar. In the recent episodes his sorest spot was prodded by Taurus. Taurus is basically telling him to get over himself.

Which...I don't agree with how Gemini and Taurus are going about it. Letting go of your hate and hurt is so important but them just telling Lunar to do it isn't going to work. He needs to be taught how to.

So why is Lunar mad at Earth? Never forget, Lunar hasn't developed much he's still a very selfish immature person. He's mad at Earth he's stagnating. He's blaming her for his stunted emotional growth. He chose to numb himself to deal with his emotions and if he admits that was wrong then it'd be a long time of wasted efforts. He would have so many regrets if he admits he's been doing everything wrong.

After all, If Lunar wasn't so apathetic about N!Moon would he have made a difference in him becoming Nexus? (No, but Lunar could be thinking about that)

Lunar, I believe, is blaming Earth for not 'fixing' him. He doesn't understand he needs to want to change himself for it to happen. (it's the same thing for Moon, he knows he's flawed but has given up on improving) I think Lunar just kind of assumed Earth was supposed to automatically make him better with him not doing any work himself.

Then the crux of why he's mad at Earth.

It's simple.

She's friends with Eclipse.

That's really what it is.

Think about it, he hates Eclipse. Eclipse is now in the front of his mind to the point he's acting odd and watching Nutella ads for hours. He's trying to mute his rage. What Taurus and Gemini said would anger anyone.

Telling a victim to not only get over their abuse but also get along with their abuser? It's plain wrong. Lunar has the right to hate Eclipse, the only problem is that it is harming him. Hatred will always be someone's undoing. It is a negative, putrid thing that only destroys.

He's been shoving his emotions down for so long they're bound to explode. I know Lunar loves Sun and wants to be there for him but he's been apathetic for so long now he can't. So he's lashing out and projecting his own self anger onto Earth. She's right there after all.

Solar is basically acting like a keeper to everyone and despite doing better for Sun, Solar is still emotionally distant. Moon physically isn't there. Lunar won't lash out at Monty. He won't take his frustration out on kids like Dazzle and Jack.

Earth is also just...too nice. So yeah, I absolutely understand why Lunar is angry at Earth. He's being totally unfair and immature about it too, because it's not like there's other problems, ie Sun is literally broken and can't leave bed.

but I digress, I like that Moon is stepping up. I just hope he doesn't keep dropping the ball. I think Sun right now truly doesn't think Moon cares...Moon is going to have to do a lot to show him otherwise. I'm glad Lunar finally checked on Sun and I hope he does it more often, because Sun loves Lunar too. He loves the entire family. Earth was right to cry about how they were failing Sun.

I'm really proud of Earth and Solar for stepping up to help Sun.

[bluefairyhere]

Afterwards || MGK scenario

¬Colson meets a fan backstage. Pairing->f!reader x colson baker Word count-> 2.0k cw. fluff, some deep convo, fan service, mentions of suicide, swearing.

The noise was unreal. You still couldn't belive you finally made it to kells' concert. It had been an odissey to get enough money to afford the plane and concert tickets, at some points you even wondered if it was worth it. However being here made you have no doubt--It was absolutely worth it.

"Thank you beautiful people for coming today," he practically yelled into the mic, his bright pink hair dripping drops of sweat."I'm afraid this will be the last song of the night."

The crowd sobbed loudly, but the sad atmosphere was quickly replaced with the festival of cords that was the beginning of WWIII. To you it felt like Colson was flying around, his instense energy being contagious to every single fan that was singing along the extravagant lyrics. Everyone was jumping and laughing like one big, jolly being.

Eventually the song was over, and everyone was ready to go back home, but Kells was thinking otherwise.

"Before y'all go back home, the crew and I have one more thing." you looked around just to see excited faces."We've decided to gift a V.I.P meet n' greet behind the scenes to three random people;"

He stepped aside and signaled to the big screens around him, which started showing pink explosions and sparkling silver and black dashes. Then, a series of numbers started to appear—it was ticket numbers.

Your heart was pounding fast, and you could feel the adrenaline pouring through your entire self. You knew it was beyond highly unlikely your number would appear on that screen, yet you couldn’t help but hope…

The first couple of numbers had already been announced, meaning there was only one left. One opportunity to meet Colson left. You knew it wasn’t gonna be you, but even being aware of it didn’t prepare you for the disappointment of realizing the third and final ticket number belonged to the person right next to you. The screen showed the number 118, while your number was 117.

You scowled silently. What a drag. At least i got to enjoy myself for a few hours was all you could say to yourself to make you feel better. You looked to your right, expecting to see the lady excited out of her mind, but she looked quite neutral. Thinking it was odd, you continued gathering your stuff to go back home.

“Excuse me.” You felt a slight pat on your shoulder along with the sound of a voice getting lost in the background noise. You turned around. “I can’t really attend the backstage thingie, I promised the sitter I’d be back home early. Would you like to go instead?”

To say you couldn’t believe your ears would be an understatement. “Sorry?” You said in shock. The lady looking back at you seemed to be in her late 30s, short brown hair and kind eyes. She giggled.

“I realize it’s weird, but I really can’t stay any longer. If you can’t accept it there’s no problem, I’ll just ask someone else.”

But before she finished the sentence you interrupted with frantic nodding. “I’ll take it! It was just so unexpected! Are you really sure?”

“I’m really sure I can’t afford a different sitter right now,” she smiled honestly. “So yea.”

She offered you her ticket and you took it, hesitant. And there it was, the winning ticket—or one of them anyway—in your hands. You felt on top of the world.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you so much.” You said while smiling as well, and she just brushed it off.

“Never meet your idols is something I’ve always firmly believed anyways. Have a good time!” After saying that she quickly left.

It took you a while to get it together. The whole situation felt crazy to say the least. You just knew your friends were gonna be so jealous (in a nice way) and eager to hear the whole thing. They simply were not gonna believe this!

You made your way to the backstage entrance, where a bodyguard and some other staff members were to make sure everything went smoothly. The other two people in front of you, who you assumed were the other winners, seemed to be really excited as well.

One of the staff members explained that each of us would have approximately ten minutes with Colson, in the order the winners were announced. They also gave you some merch, which you naturally loved. You immediately put on a little rubber band around your wrist that came in the carefully organized package.

After some time, it was finally your turn. You were so excited the waiting felt like a blink. The bodyguard walked you through a hallway with a bunch of doors on either side, until finally you reached one that had a piece of paper sticked to it. “MACHINE GUN KELLY”

Your heart immediately skipped a bit, you couldn’t believe you were actually going to meet MGK. Machine Gun Kelly. Colson Freaking Baker. You inhaled some air hoping it would calm you down—of course it didn’t—and the bodyguard opened the door.

There he was. A smoky blunt on one hand and his phone on the other. He wasn’t really sweaty anymore, and his hair was a mess yet his face looked so calm. His see-through shirt revealed his contoured torso full of tattoos. You knew he was tall but seeing him in person for the very first time... he seemed taller than anyone could ever be. Just the arch of his nose and piercing eyes made you feel like oxygen wasn’t so necessary anymore-

“You don’t have to stand all the way there,” his raspy voice took you out of the trance in a heartbeat, which made you a little shy due to your awkward demeanor. “C’mere”

Once again hesitantly you walked a little closer to him, who was no longer leaning against the wall nor unaware of your presence. Colson was standing up—god he got even taller-- and looking at you in a curious manner. “What’s your name?”

You whispered the answer, unable to look into his eyes for longer periods of time than twenty seconds each. He giggled, amused.

“You’re not very talkative, are you?” Now it was your turn to giggle. For some reason his unpreoccupied remark eased you into the moment. “Sorry,” you sighed “college didn’t teach me anything on how to talk to someone like you.”

He walked closer to you and sat in a nearby chair. “Woah, someone like me? And here I thought we're getting along.”

You laughed out loud again and he smiled in return and inhaled the blunt resting between his fingers. Now you were starting to feel actually comfortable.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” You hugged yourself while walking a little closer as well. “I meant someone so famous and admirable. We’re just very different.”

He appeared to think about it for a second and then signaled to a chair close to his with his almost fully smoked blunt, indicating you should sit down.

“I don’t think we’re that different, you and I.” He stated firmly, looking right into your eyes. You could feel your ears burning a bit, but naturally decided to just ignore it.

“We are very, very different…” you began right after you sat on the chair but stopped mid-sentence because you weren’t sure about how to adress him, which he somehow seemed to notice.

“Call me whatever, I literally don’t care.” Usually that sentence would’ve sounded harsh due to its very nature, but coming out of his mouth it didn’t make you feel any of those things. He meant it, he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Is Colson alright?” He nodded while inhaling the last puff out of his blunt. "ye's fine."

You could feel once again the air filling up with awkwardness, but you weren't gonna let it. It's not every day you get to have a one-on-one conversation with THE Machine Gun Kelly.

"Tell me something about you."You spat before you could think twice about it. He frowned, unsure of what you meant."Tell me something you'd like me to know about you. Something I shouldn't know, or something you've never said to anyone. Tell me something about you." You stared right into his cerulean gaze."Anything."

He laughed outloud, strong peals of laughter filling the room. You wondered how come this was better than all the songs he performed at the concert--the sound of his laugh."What's so funny?"

"You were so shy like a second ago and now you're asking shit like that." He pointed, still slightly smiling. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I do." You quickly replied, simply. "It's not every day a girl gets to be face to face with the one and only MGK."

Colson's smile became a mere smirk. You could tell he was thinking what could he possibly tell you.

"I make music for myself" he spat suddenly ", not for the fans. For me. The fact that they---you like it is just a plus. It's what helps me sleep at nights."

When you asked him to give you something you certainly weren’t expecting something half as deep as that.

"I guess we never really think you celebrities have demons as bad as that... not for real, anyway. Thanks for sharing that with me, you obviously didn't have to."

"Well, there's not much of a point. Not like we'll be meeting again." As he said this, the realization came down to you. You were not meeting again. You felt your heart irrationally sink.

"Still I appreciate i-" his raspy voice interrupted you before she could finish the sentence.

"Your turn."

"Sorry?"

"Your turn. Tell me some spicy shit about you, something not many people know."

Your mind went blank. Something about you no one knows? You were a rather private person so there were a bunch of things people didn't know, but which to pick? He shared a deep one so it was only fair and right for you to do the same.

"I love when it rains at night." His square-ish smile welcomed the statement.

"Dude, how is that deep?" You breathed in as you took long blinking.

"I was going to kill myself. It was like midnight or something, I had the pills ready and I was lying on my bedroom floor. There's a big skylight on the ceiling, you know? I was about to take them when suddenly it started raining." He wasn't really smiling anymore."And that made me smile. I like night time, and I like it when it rains, so together it's like... I don't know. I love it. And I realized if i did it, i was not going to be able to see the nightsky while it's raining, hear the drops of rain against the buildings and the ground. Nor would I smile again.”

"Now that is deep." He walked towards a metalic table and poured two glasses of what seemed to be gin. He then walked toward you and offered you one."I guess we’re not so different after all… Cheers to that."

You took it while smiling, mumbling "cheers to that, indeed" as your glasses clinked.

"Why did you tell me that?" He asked after taking a few sips. You shrugged and took another sip, looking up into his blue irises and feeling yourself getting lost in them.

"You said so yourself, it's not like we'll ever meet again. Might as well do some trauma dumping." You both laughed at the joke---self-deprecating humor is something you could instantly say you had in common.

"I like you, y/n. We might actually have to meet again." Your heart skipped a bit as he said that. Had you heard right? You somehow managed to keep your cool.

"Why? You just said we were never meeting again." You sighed. "I hope it's not pitty because of what I just told you."

"It ain't. You just peaked my interest. No one'd managed to do that for a while." He stared right into your eyes as he said that. Made you shiver.

"So we meet and what?" You asked, your heart running inside your chest.

"And we have a drink, what the fuck else?"

"Isn't there some rule that forbids you from doing shit like that, anyway?"You asked, genuinely curious.

"Ain't rules meant to be broken?" He answered and smirked before walking to the table once again and refilling his glass. He looked at you and softly swung the bottle in your direction, silently offering, but you shook your nead no since you hadn't finished the previous serving. "So what do you say? Tomorrow midnight at your favorite club?"

[coffeeandcrows]

Now I'm no good writer but I had a surge if inspiration some time back for my Rook and Lucanis so I've decided to just put it here

For the orange text imagine it's yellow, it represents Glamour (greed) talking

‘Viago's going to kick my ass’ Essie hissed as the wet cloth passed over the cut on her cheek. Damned shrapnel.

‘You'd be lucky if that was the only thing he did’ The other assassin huffed, rinsing the rag in the nearby bowl.

Both had gotten lucky, all things considered. That dragon tore through Treviso with ease, not to mention the antaam seizing the streets below. If they hadn't grounded the blighted beast, the city would of most definitely fallen.

‘You're going to have to get a new arm soon you know’ Lucanis's eyes glanced down to the burnt shoulder where the last of the destroyed prosthetic had recently been. He'd already applied burn cream and elfroot balm but it'd need more soon. Essie had used her arm to shield Teia from an antaam cannon, which obviously blew it to pieces, but the shrapnel cut through parts of her armor and across her cheek leaving a few nasty cuts.

‘I know I know, but hey, atleast that's replaceable, can't get another Teia can we’ the elf chuckled, a quiet groan rising in her throat as Lucanis applied more balm to the burn’

Smells like roses and smoke. She hides behind the laugh

‘Essie.’ Lucanis waits for her eyes to land on his, no smile graces her face right now, and there's a tiredness in her eyes, all too familiar to him.

‘You can talk to me you know, I will not judge’ there's a brief moment where his hand twitches leant on his knee, as if he wants to reach out, but he doesn't.

‘I know, sometimes just talkings hard though.’ God's he understood that. Stabbing he could do, but feelings? He can't stab those to get rid of them. But something he does have experience with, is patience. That is something he can do.

He wants to listen, he wants to hear you

Essie's eyes cast down to where her hand would be, before releasing the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.

‘I'm not a good crow.’ Lucanis' eyes widen

‘What? Of course you are, Viago speaks highly of you. Well, he does that thing where he doesn't actually say it but you know he's thinking it, but still’

The elf's hand taps on her leg where it's resting, the leg below it bouncing anxiously.

‘I've fucked up so many jobs though; first I get caught by venatori and get a demon put in me, second I mess up a different crow mission by attacking a group of Antaam, not only getting myself ‘kicked out’ but also losing my arm, thirdly I let two blighted elven god's break out a prison all because I stopped another elven god's ritual’ Frustration builds its way onto Essie's face, her eyes watering but none shedding

The Antaam deserved it, they took what didn't belong to them

‘Glamour not now’ Essie muttered tiredly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her bruised hand

Salty tears of familiar torture, sharp wine laced with disappointment

‘Spite.’ the two crows look to each other. Having two demons who can see each other does make for some, complicated situations. ‘It's fine, they're just as much a victim in this as us’

Lucanis took a seat on the seat next to Essie, both falling into a comfortable silence as they looked at the fish swimming by. If not for Essie's presence, Lucanis feared he might see the aquarium as the waters surrounding the ossuary, but she was safe, she was not the ossuary.

‘Did he really speak highly of me?’ Her voice broke Lucanis out of his trance, turning back to her, he sees she's already looking at him, her voice laced with a mix of disbelief and hope. He smiles,

‘Oh yes, everytime we drop by Treviso he has something new to say, but usually he tries to hide his praise behind criticisms or minor complaints’ Essie chuckles, breathy but more alive than earlier

‘That does sound like him’ Lucanis can see the twitch in Essie's shoulder, where her prosthetic had been, as if she tried to move it.

‘Forgot it wasn't there?’

Essie chuckles ‘Yeah, made that mistake a few times when I first lost the actual arm. Reaching out for a mug, a high five, even to pull out a chair. At first I would think to myself ‘wheres my arm?’ and then ‘oh yeah it got amputated silly me’

‘You really didn't tell Viago you lost it?’ Essie stood abruptly, moving over to the coffee maker she'd bought from the treviso market a few weeks ago.

‘What would I tell him? Oh by the way I lost my arm after you kicked me out the crows? Either he'd actually stab me or worse he'd regret it. Have you ever seen Viago's kicked puppy face? Teia and I are sworn to silence over it, let me tell you, it is not a face you want to see, it hurts to look at’ Essie grabs at the bag of coffee beans on the counter, struggling to open it with one hand.

For a man with a constant scowl, his expression of sadness can move hearts

His words sharpened like blades. But his spirit. Smells Lavender and Silk drowned in worry

Lucanis stands from the chaise, taking the bag from Essies hand, hands close to touching, just out of reach. Pouring the beans into the machine, he turns it on then motions his hand towards the chaise again, urging Essie to sit.

‘What? Don't trust my ability to make a single cup of coffee?’

‘While I'm sure you've mastered not charring coffee since that first mug, you are still meant to be resting so please, let me’

Thanks to the illumination from the aquarium, its impossible for Lucanis to miss the embarrassed flush that floods Essie's face.

‘I- how do you even remember that? That was ages ago!’ Lucanis laughed, turning his attention back to the coffee. Definitely not trying to hide his own flushed face.

We like her laugh! Make her laugh again!

Spite not now, as much as I want to

Coward

‘Lucanis?’ concern laced words bring him back from his internal argument, turning back, Essie is leaning on the back of the chaise, chin on her arm

‘I am sorry, Spite was being… difficult for a moment’ a smirk grew on the other crows face ‘When is he not being difficult’

Rude!

It is accurate

Lucanis carries the coffee over, passing it to Essie's hand, their hands briefly touching on the handle. Warm, a different kind to the heat radiating from the drink.

‘Thank you Luca. Do you not want one?’ Lucanis shakes his head in decline, taking a step back from her.

‘I'll make one later, I should leave you to rest, and I need to… get spite under control’ its clear Essie's about to protest, maybe even ask him to stay, but he's already moving for the door.

No! She wants us! Stay!

For once I agree with Spite

‘I'll, see you later then?’ Gods he wants to turn around, to not leave her alone, but he can't, he isn't safe, she's safer without his presence.

He closes the door without saying anything.