#int: ivy

[blcssom]

closed starter for @erasinglines ft. ivy reynolds

she wasn't sure what it was about them questioning her that plucked a particular nerve. after all, ivy wasn't trustworthy. but for some reason the idea of them believing so.... annoyed her. "if you think i'm lying just say so."

[wtfispatience]

go on, tell me what's on your mind. @fyrewalks

“ why do you assume I have something on my mind? ” nimble fingers work on the coffee pot as she speaks, her eyes avoiding howie’s curious ones. ivy sighs as she debates with herself if she should be honest. it’s been a while since she has joined the 118, already feeling like part of the family, but she has so far avoided really talking about her life before l.a. she rests her hand on the counter top for a moment before finally turning to look at chimney. “ it’s nothing. it’s just… a date coming up that I’d really like not to think about. ” she shrugs, with a little smile. “ but I’m fine, chim. really. ”

[ivytwines]

the sims is so fun until you have to go fishing. this is like hell

[flawcdexistence]

open to m/f/nb possible plot: age gap could be cool (her eighteen year old kid's best friend maybe?), or maybe her neighbor, or her bestie. she's bratty switch material for sure.

"I swear, you have one spread in playboy twenty years ago and everyone thinks they have unfettered access to your tits." Ivy groans, dropping down onto the seat. Yeah, her tits are great and she's worked hard to maintain her physique over the years and sure, it's flattering to know she's still got it when she's two years shy of pushing forty, but she could also live one day without someone staring at her tits. "I mean, they are pretty great," she continues, staring down at her breasts - the bikini she's wearing is doing many favors for her lithe body, the spattering of freckles on her skin only accentuated by the white fabric. "What d'you think?" Ivy queries, still staring down at herself.

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on this | any connection welcome, assume away. legit go wild. anything from strangers to t*boo stuff. - could also be one or both of them hired her. | please read rules before interacting. }

ivy looked at the pair as she had situated herself on the bed, a smirk on her lips as she spoke out, "come here." when they asked the question of who she meant there was a sweet laugh from her lips. "you said you don't usually go for the same type of girl, only seems fair that you share on this rare occasion," the femme purred flirtatiously.

[bluemoonbun]

Reader is implied to like feminine things, though gender identity is kept ambiguous.

Damian was a good brother. That’s what he always told himself. He was a good brother, a good son. He was cold, rude, and erudite, but he was able and willing to help anyone who needed it.

When he arrived at Wayne manor, Bruce told him the general run down of why you were to be avoided when it came to anything vigilante related. You were still pure, a year younger than Damian but without any of the pain. The only one in the Wayne manor that could have a shot at becoming a normal person. Damian envied that, but kept it to himself. His anger often boiled to the top, drops of green venom dripping from his mouth when you tried to annoy him into spending time with you.

Your complaints of him ignoring you was scalding water on his already raw nerves. Why would you complain about not being the center of attention for five damn seconds? He would trade anything for the life you had. A life where you could lay around after school and never worry about a rogue bullet lodging itself in your arm, or a poisonous plant releasing psychedelic spores into an open wound.

You could and would never join the Robins. You were weak; it was in your blood. Always sickly, always the pacifist. You wouldn't survive a day in his life. And you weren't living his life; you were living his dream.

But apparently the effort the family was putting in wasn’t enough.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed that the manor felt… off about two weeks before the fight with Joker. He couldn’t trace it for the life of him at first. When he realized by the second week that he hadn’t spoken to you in days, or really seen you around the manor at all, he wrote off the worms writhing in his stomach. You must’ve been busy with a class assignment and had little time to annoy him with your demands of time together.

After the fight, however, he was a war of a thousand emotions. How dare you leave them? Why would you turn away an easy life fat on nepotism for a group of murderers, con men, the dredges of Gotham’s society?

Were you truly that desperate to be acknowledged that you’d turn your back on the family who did everything for you? He hopes you’re happy there, since you were clearly so upset at not being given attention.

Over time, however, things start to change. A few days after Jason made a full recovery, Damian looked at one of the drones Tim managed to get a chunk of code from. It took a lot of trial and error, and the development of an entirely new program to grab some of the code before it bricked itself, and enough all nighters and energy drinks that any doctor would faint, but it was managed. The code was dense, optimized to work with the least bloat possible, well tagged variables, and even a handful of comments in the code.

//Buy Bane those Boston Donuts from the donut shop on 5th //Why does this code need to be here so it doesn’t auto brick itself. What is in the code protecting it from the wrath of God //Louie likes Texas barbecue ribs. Possible treat? //DO NOT FEED THEM WHOLE RIBS. COOKED BONES BAD. //SINCE WHEN WAS THIS VARIABLE A STRING??? IT WAS AN INT 5 LINES AGO //Help the hopeless lesbians get together. //Would Harley and Ivy dating make Harley my mom or Ivy my big sister? Both???

His eyes skimmed the retrieved comments, laughing at a few. It seems that Bane, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn were the most common subjects of the notes, though a few mentioning the Iceberg lounge asking what non-alchoholic drink you’d like added, or Riddler offering you another puzzle to keep your mind active. Even Joker was mentioned, though it seemed mostly transactional.

It was strange seeing you in this light. You seemed to have a lot of spice in you, but a heart made of gold. You were definitely surprised whenever one othe villains offered to take you on some trip to amusement parks, regular parks, even just willingly watching anime with you. It was odd to see. Surely someone at the house did those things with you? He didn’t but he was extremely busy with school and vigilantism. Jason was legally dead, so surely he had all the time in the world.

“How was I supposed to relate to them? They’re what, 12 and into shit like that one with the cat looking dog thing and the robot girl. I have shit to do. Y’know, managing Crime Alley?”

Well, Dick had come over to hang out plenty of times. Surely he’d spent at least a few hours with you every now and then? “I have an entire team and criminals to manage of in another city, Damian. I don’t have as much time as you think to do whatever it was with them they’d wanted to do”

Maybe Tim? “I have college and stuff, Damian. And I don’t have the energy to put into hanging around them. I’d probably just be sleeping most of the time.

Bruce? “I have to manage you, Gotham, and the Justice League, Damian. I barely have time for myself.”

… Alfred? “I tried, Master Damian. However I’m constantly pulled thin between so many tasks. Besides, all you have is school most days, and you’ve had summer vacations and weekends. Shouldn’t you’ve had plenty of time to spend with your younger sibling?”

… He did have the most time outside of vigilantism. And it took him a week to realize you were missing.

You had to realize that they were under extreme stress though, right?He couldn’t spend all his free time with you. He had his own friends to hang out with. How were you two even supposed to relate?

One day at dinner, the thoughts were thrashing in his head, slamming against soft tissue and tearing through brain matter. He aimlessly poked at the food on his plate.

“You alright, replacement?” Jason asked, pausing in his extremely rare dinners with everyone else. Alfred had promised him a tray of fudge to take home this time around, and nobody made fudge quite as good as he did.

“… They were gone for two weeks.”

Everyone stopped eating as he continued.

“Two weeks. Two full weeks before they showed up at that fight. Did anyone here even know? I only noticed after a week and assumed they were just holed up in their room with a class assignment or something.” He was rambling. Everyone was quiet and looking at each other. How did it manage to slip past everyone? They were detectives, for Christ’s sake.

They were your family.

—

Dinner ended with guilt wrapping around their throats and pulling.

Eventually, all of them found themselves in your room. It had been emptied, but showed no signs of struggle. All the small items, the comforter, and your clothes were gone. But what was taken left something behind. Copies of photos of you winning state level competitions, letters requesting your attendance at seminars, photos of gold medals and blue ribbons spread across the floor. Most damning of all was the most recent photo. A certificate by some big time tech company being handed to you. Edward Nashton stood behind you, a firm, reassuring hand on your shoulder.

When had this happened? They never remembered hearing of something like this. A news clipping on the back told them it was maybe a week before you left.

“The Wayne prodigy stated that their family had more important things to see to than such an occasion. I can’t imagine something more important that either of my kids being recognized by a multi-million dollar tech company! I remember postponing an anniversary with my husband to celebrate our child placing second in the science fair. But I guess that’s just the Waynes for you!”

That’s just the Waynes to you.

But it’s ok. He can make it better. He can be a good big brother. He can spend time watching anime with you and decorating your room with lace and fairy lights and go makeup shopping with you. You just need to come home. Now.

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[blcssom]

her smile was gentle as vaughn collapsed into her, one arm winding around the other woman's waist to keep her upright as greedy fingers took every last opportunity to fill her. "well i don't think i've ever seen anyone look so fucking hot when they cum, i think i came just from watching." there was certainly enough slick heat between her legs to support the theory. "i didn't realize the thought of justified torment excited you so much that's..... incredible." in fact, it made her chest squeeze tight around the affection she felt for the other woman. vaughn had been a convenient cover story, at first. someone to be her alibi if needed. but unfortunately for the blonde, ivy had come to truly care for and obsess over her.... a dangerous fact should things ever go south between them.

her nails dug into ivy's shoulders as her knees began to feel weak, doing her best to stand but finding it next to impossible as the feeling overcame her. "shit, ivy," she groaned out, squeezing her cunt around the girl's fingers until it was next to impossible to continue to thrust inside of her and using her frame to keep herself upright. "what the fuck," she breathed out, trying to catch her breath but not able to with the amount of steam that covered them within the shower. "i... don't think i've came that hard in, like, a really long time, dude."

[cottageivy]

i’ve been trying to make a new playlist bc the one ive had for like a year or 2? is getting a little stale but instead my brain insists on only listening to the mamma mia soundtrack. i ahvent even watched mamma mia recently??

[gcdwilling]

the sound of his laughter is so rare that it sometimes catches her off guard, but always makes a smile settle gracefully on her delicate features. "where's the fun in that?" the words are teasing and a grin takes over with ease. around him, she feels a little lighter. like, maybe the world hasn't come to an end and maybe she hasn't lost the one person she was closest to and maybe they weren't fighting for their lives. in moments like this, she can feel a little better and it has more to do with cass than anything else. bright eyes trail around, following his gaze to see the cheerfulness that causes her smile to soften. with a hum, she inches a step closer at his offer, knowing she might get the offer if ivy wanders around to talk with others, but her attention is right there with him. "i will let you, but only if you do one thing for me," she speaks, glancing over to see people dancing. "let me buy you a drink, too. maybe then i'll finally get you drunk enough to see you dance." the thought has a bit of laughter slipping past her lips. the woman knows it takes a lot for him to let loose in such a way and she wants to make the most of it while she can.

can't help the amused chuckle that rumbles in his chest as he swirls the drink in his glass. " you're really not gonna let me just sit in peace, huh ? " his tone is teasing, and he can tell by the look in her eyes, that she won't exactly let him just be. honeyed gaze flckers toward the dance floor, the moving bodies, the sound of muffled laughter and clicking glasses. it feels distance, like something that belogns to a different life. one he isn't sure he fits into anymore. but ivy is standing here, waiting, hoping, and that's always been his weakness. " maybe one dance, if i'm drunk enough. " finally offers, tilting his head to the side. " let me buy you a drink ? " is surprised that no one has done so yet, ivy wasn't exactly the kind of woman who faded into the background. she was the kind people noticed, bright, warm, and impossible to ignore.

[harrisonstories]

George Harrison with his mother Louise (1964)

NOTE: This is an article from The Guardian posted in 2007 which I happened to come across. It's long but a lovely read. Enjoy!

With love from her to me In 1963, like many girls, Lilie Ferrari had a crush on George Harrison. When she wrote to him, she scarcely expected a reply, but an admiring letter did come back - from his mother. It was the start of an extraordinary, enduring correspondence In 1963, I was 14 and, like almost every girl in Britain, I fell in love with a Beatle. "My" Beatle was George Harrison. From the first photograph I saw of the Fab Four, I was drawn to his dark eyes, serious face and enigmatic demeanour. He rarely smiled, even when he was being funny, and this made him all the more mysterious and enticing. Compared to the uncouth boys I had to deal with at school every day, George was a delicate, idealised vision of what I thought boys ought to be like. If he had pimples, I never saw them. If he swore, I never heard it. I never saw his hair greasy, his armpits damp, his shoes scuffed. In short, he was perfect.

We had just moved to Norwich, and I had missed a Beatles concert by a few weeks; but a girl in my class had somehow obtained all the Beatles' home addresses (I daren't think how, looking back) and was selling them at playtime for half a crown each. A bargain, I thought, handing over my two-and-six eagerly. Immediately upon the exchange, 174 Mackets Lane, Liverpool, became the repository of all my fantasies.

That day I hurried home to compose my first letter to George. I had discovered the joy of words, and wasn't about to be intimidated into single syllables by writing to a Beatle. I don't remember exactly what I wrote, but in spite of my best intentions I suspect it was a gauche jumble of repressed adoration, along the lines of "You're the best Beatle" and "I much prefer From Me to You to Come On by the Stones". I don't remember waiting for the postman every morning. By then the Beatles had started their journey into the stratosphere (it was the year the term Beatlemania was coined) and I guess I assumed I was too small a cog in the great Beatle wheel to merit any kind of response.

But one day a letter with a Liverpool postmark did come, addressed to me in careful looped handwriting. I opened it with trembling fingers and, instead of a letter from George, found one from his mum, Louise.

After a few niceties and general bulletins about "the boys'" progress, a question leaped off the page: "Are you," she asked, "by any chance related to a writer called Ivy Ferrari, who writes doctor-and-nurse romances?"

I bellowed a great scream that brought the family running: my mother was Ivy Ferrari, a romantic novelist churning out Mills & Boon paperbacks with titles like Nurse at Ryminster, Doctor at Ryminster, Almoner at Ryminster. I couldn't believe it - I might be a fan of her son, but Mrs Harrison was evidently a fan of my mother. I felt as if I had been raised from one among millions to a special place in Mrs Harrison's head.

Of course I wrote back to tell her that I was indeed Ivy Ferrari's daughter. I was happy to have made the connection - but so, it seemed, was she. I couldn't quite grasp it. Beatles were glamorous; my mum was a harassed woman with inky fingers, unruly hair and scruffy skirts who sweated over a typewriter all day. How could they compare? In the past I might have been indifferent to the overwrought love lives of the fictional staff of Ryminster hospital, but now they seemed to take on a glamour of their own. George never wrote to me, and my mother never wrote to Mrs Harrison, but the two of us began a correspondence that lasted for several years - years that took her from the Mackets Lane council house to a smart bungalow in Appleton, George from gangling teenage guitarist to married man, and me from schoolgirl to young woman.

I sent Mrs Harrison signed copies of my mother's novels. She sent me signed pictures of the Beatles. I asked her intense questions ("Which one is your favourite, besides George?" Answer: "John, because he does the tango with me in the kitchen and makes me laugh"). She interrogated me about the mysteries of my mother's creations, such as whether my mum knew any real doctors like Dr David Callender. ("He was fairly tall and tough-looking, with tawny-brown hair and a lean, intent face. His eyes were dark and compelling, so full of fire and life they drew me like a magnet . . .")

On my 15th birthday, Mrs Harrison sent me a small piece of blue fabric, part of a suit George had worn at the Star Club in Hamburg. Once, I got a crumpled newspaper cutting containing a photo of the Beatles with their scribbled signatures on it, and a big lipstick kiss, which, she said, had been planted there by John Lennon.

She sent me notes that George wrote her on used envelopes: "Dear Mum, get me up at 3, love George." She wrote on the backs of old Christmas cards and odd bits of paper - I never knew why. She told me funny stories about her upbringing in Liverpool, a world of men in caps on bikes and old ladies with jugs of gin. I told her about my life in Norfolk, about my sisters, my pony, the dog, my mother. I told her things I didn't tell anyone else - my fear of failure, my terrible, hidden shyness, my longing to have real adventures, lead a different kind of life to the quiet, rural existence I endured. She was my invisible friend, the silent recipient of everything I had to say.

She always answered my questions, and offered up teasing glimpses of life as the mother of a superstar - "I'm sitting by the pool with Pattie. Had a lovely time at the film premiere" - remarks tantalisingly combined with more mundane observations about knitting and cakes. Of course I never mentioned "real" boys who had caught my eye - that would have been somehow unfaithful to George. That was the only omission I can remember - apart from never articulating how I felt about her son, because I wanted her to think of me as a "normal" girl, and not the wide-eyed obsessive I really was.

After several years the gaps between our exchanges grew longer, as real life began to get in the way of teenage fantasies. I can't remember which of us wrote the last letter, but by the time I was 18 and working in London, the correspondence had petered out.

Soon after we had slipped from each other's lives, I found myself standing a few feet away from George himself, in the Apple boutique on London's Baker Street. He looked tired and unapproachable. The George that I had conjured up in the kitchen of Mackets Lane, propping notes for his mum on the mantelpiece, seemed a kinder, gentler prospect than the gaunt-looking superstar standing before me who might just tell me to get lost. He was close enough to speak to, but I've never been sorry that I backed away in silence.

Mrs Harrison died in 1970 when I was 21. I remember reading about it in the papers. I grieved for her on my own, and remembered her small acts of kindness to a girl in Norfolk she had never met. Her son, of course, made an enormous mark on my life without ever knowing it. I even married someone who embodied all the things I thought George represented: quiet strength, spirituality, the same dry humour, the dark good looks. My husband Colin had been, among other things, a roadie and the owner of punk record shops. Fortunately, he also had a sense of humour and a high level of tolerance. He learned to live with the omnipresence of George, and would sign cards to me "Love from George and The Other One".

As the years passed, my life came into focus and George receded. He married, had a son, as did I. I went back to live in a Norfolk cottage, while George retired to a Gothic mansion in Henley. In 1994 I went to Liverpool for the first time with Colin, as a football supporter rather than a Beatles pilgrim: Norwich City were playing at Anfield. I took time out to stand in front of 174 Mackets Lane and tried to imagine Mrs Harrison sitting at the window in the front room, answering my letters. I wanted to weep, but I didn't. When Norwich scored the winning goal that afternoon and we leapt to our feet, I cheered instead for that kindly Liverpudlian who took the time and trouble to light up my teenage years.

I've gradually lost the priceless relics of those years. They would have made me rich if I hadn't been so careless with my belongings; then again, I would never have sold them. So my side of that eccentric correspondence has all but disappeared, along with my youth.

In September 2001, Colin died of Hodgkin's disease. A month later, George was dead, too. It felt as if two distinct parts of my life had ended all at once: my dreamlike girlhood, and my real, adult life with a beloved partner and friend. But every day in my study at home, I look at something that binds these two parts together. It's a photograph of George taken in 1962 in Hamburg by Astrid Kirchherr (girlfriend of "fifth" Beatle Stuart Sutcliffe). Colin secretly sought it out, bought it, hand-made a frame for it, and gave it to me on my 40th birthday. It is one of my most treasured possessions.

[brckensociety]

tag drop | dahlia, ivy & sage beaufort

[cakerybakery]

Family Day. From the Strawberry Milkshake Adam story, incorporating a bunch of ideas from @sir-tater-of-the-tot and myself that I didn’t get to add in the first one.

The twins hung onto Adam’s legs, giggling as he shuffled the girls forward to not step on them with his hooves.

As cute as Iris and Ivy were, with their big eyes and pigtails with little bows, Adam desperately wished Lucifer would hurry home to their suite in hotel.

The girls had been playing hard all morning and Adam needed a break, and to vacuum. The girl’s toys littered the living room, and their morning craft project was spilled out from the coffee table to floor. The remnants of breakfast sat, soggy, on the dining table still as Adam hadn’t had a moment to himself to do anything since the girls woke up.

It was too hot out to play on the balcony, and even with the air conditioner going, Adam had to close up the blinds to keep the heat out. It made the normally bright and airy space a little too enclosed.

As the front door clicked open, the twin terrors took notice and, still clinging to Adam’s legs, peeked at who was coming into the suite. Seeing Lucifer, the girls shrieked, “Daddy!”

They let go of Adam and raced into Lucifer’s open arms for hugs and kisses from their father.

“Oh thank fudge, you’re back.” Adam groaned.

Lucifer looked around the disaster area that made up their suite. “Busy morning?”

Adam’s shoulders slumped. “Very.” He loved the girls, but he’d been so tired lately. Some days they had their father’s high energy and Adam couldn’t keep up. He was grateful they would be starting kindergarten in the fall.

“How about we go out?” Lucifer suggested. “It’s nearly lunch.”

Closing the door with his boot and carrying the girls, Lucifer went over to Adam and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Ivy reached for Adam, “Mommy!”

It had been a bit of a joke between him and Lucifer that he was their mom, unfortunately they kept it up too long and the girls called him mama and then mommy instead of papa or it’s various forms like his other children.

He took the girl and she gave a wet and sticky pre-schooler kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, baby.” Adam chuckled. “It would give me time to clean up if you took the girls out.”

Lucifer took Adam’s free hand in his, bringing the fingers to his lips, and kissed them. “Adam, darling, I meant all of us. I wanted to spend the day with you three and was going to surprise you. It’s unfortunate that I had to leave for an emergency meeting first thing this morning.”

Adam flushed. All these years and he was still a little embarrassed by how much he loved being doted on by Lucifer.

“The house is a mess though.”

“Adam, Niffty is the hotel’s maid. She’s supposed to be cleaning the suite. I pay her. You don’t have to clean at all.” Lucifer sighed.

They often had this conversation. Especially since Adam’s energy levels had started to dip lately and he struggled to keep up.

Looking at the mess and feeling the tiredness from his hooves to his horns, Adam groaned just thinking about all the work that needed doing. “Okay.” Adam agreed. “Let Niffty come. I’m not up for it today.”

Lucifer frowned at Adam’s resignated response. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just tired.” And nauseous, and his tits hurt, and he’d missed his last menstrual cycle that had started after the twins were weaned.

Adam was sure he was pregnant again. There was a test in the bathroom, waiting for him to have five free minutes to piss on it. “I’ll go take a shower and we can go after, okay?” He didn’t want to get Lucifer’s hopes up. Not after trying these last year and it not taking.

It didn’t seem fair that he got knocked up their first time fucking, but now that they were trying to have a baby that it was taking so long. At least he was certain this month.

For every heat he’d had this last year the two of them got a sitter and fucked until Adam couldn’t walk, then fucked some more to be sure, and nothing. But during the last heat he’d had, there was an emergency interrupting them. Lucifer finished himself off quickly inside of Adam in order to answer the phone, and had to rush out to meet with Sera about an attack on the embassy.

By the time Lucifer was able to return, Adam’s heat had passed.

Lucifer hadn’t notice yet that Adam had neither bled nor gone into heat in the last month.

Adam set the used test on the back of the toilet and turned on the shower before getting undressed fully.

He’d gotten more than used to how his body looked since arriving in hell. Adam enjoyed it. He was hot and getting to cum over and over without a break, was a dream come true.

With a couple minutes to wait still, Adam got in the shower to try and pass the time.

As he rinsed the soap from his body, Adam phone chimed and he stuck his head out of the shower. Biting his lip to calm himself he looked at the double lines and sank to the bottom of the tub. Rubbing his hand over his lower abdomen it was hard not to cheer.

He was pregnant!

Hiding the rest at the bottom of the garbage beside the tub, Adam rushed through the rest of his shower.

Wrapping the towel around his body, Adam hurried to their room. It would be hard to keep it from Lucifer but Adam wanted to surprise him.

Last time, Adam had been in shock. Things ended well, but the reveal hadn’t been that fun. Adam wanted it to be fun and do cute, dumb family and couple stuff he’d never gotten to do with Eve or the kids. They didn’t exist yet.

Seeing as was a hot day, Adam pulled out something he saved for when it was too gross out for pants.

The white sundress with the strawberry embellishments was girly, but fuck if he didn’t look hotter than hell in the number.

“Lucifer!” He called out. “Let’s go to the P.A.R.K after lunch. I’ll pack the suits!”

“Okay.” Lucifer yelled back from the living room. “It’s pretty hot out. Should I change the girls out of their overalls?”

Adam grinned. “Yes! Get their little strawberry dresses!”

He searched the dresser drawer and pulled out his red bikini with green ruffles and white spots. Overtop Adam threw on his own dress.

When he went into the girl’s room to find their bathing suits for the splash park, Lucifer gave a whistle. “Must be getting even hotter out today if you broke that out.” Lucifer held onto Iris upside down as she kicked and shrieked.

“No. No. No.”

“Supposed to get pretty hot this afternoon. What’s with her?” Adam asked as he dug their matching strawberry swimsuits out of the dresser.

He might have gone a little mad earlier that summer when the summer fruit trend ended up being strawberries. Everything was just so cute and the girls begged for him to get outfits that matched with them. They looked oh so darling he just couldn’t tell them no, even if Angel snickered and teased him under his breath.

“She doesn’t want me to take her pigtails out.”

Adam narrowed his eyes in a glare. “And why would you? I spend an hour doing their hair this morning.”

“I’m not!” Lucifer protested. “I don’t know why she thinks I’m taking them out!”

Snorting, Adam grabbed the suits and went to finish packing.

As he was gathering hats for everyone, Ivy ran past, giggling her head off, Lucifer hot on her heels. “Come back here! You have to try and go potty before we leave!”

It only took them just over an hour to get everyone dressed, packed, and set on the toilet. But the girls looked adorable in their white dresses with a strawberry pattern, straw hats, and sandalled hooves. Even Lucifer had decided to dad it up in shorts and a t-shirt. Adam wasn’t sure where Lu got the baseball cap, but he was cute in it.

They hit the restaurant first. An upscale place that even Lucifer had made reservations for. Only the finest dining for the girl’s chicken nuggets and fries.

Adam indulged in his craving for sweet and salty by dipping his own fries into his chocolate milkshake. He groaned in satisfaction and Lucifer raised an eyebrow. Lucifer opened his mouth like he was going to ask a question but the girls started fighting over whose dip was whose and Lucifer had to break it up, forgetting about Adam’s lapse in secrecy. He was able to eat his salad in peace.

By the end of the meal and hitting the splash park, Lucifer seemed none the wiser. Adam’s secret was safe.

Lucifer took Ivy and Adam grabbed Iris to change in the family changing room. It was just easier to all change together. Once the girls were done, Lucifer help Adam take off his dress and pack their clothing in the bag.

“What are the odds that you packed my swim trucks?” Lucifer asked sheepishly, realizing he hadn’t actually considered what to do if he got his clothing wet.

Adam pulled the green trunks out of the bag and tossed them at Lucifer. “Pretty good, Lu.”

While Lucifer turned his back to change, Adam started rubbing sunscreen on the girl’s exposed bits of skin to avoid them burning.

“Mommy?” Iris asked.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why does daddy look different than us?” She pointed between Lucifer’s legs and he and Adam froze for a moment.

Adam hadn’t been expecting this so soon. He couldn’t remember how old his kids with Eve were when they started asking that sort of question.

Quickly, Lucifer yanked up the swimming trunks and muttered that the girls might be too old for him to be changing in front of them anymore.

“Why does daddy look different than us, mommy?” Ivy tugged on Adam’s bikini bottom and he started to stutter for an excuse.

Seemingly annoyed by their mommy’s lack of an answer, the girls turned to Lucifer and Iris asked, “Daddy? Why don’t you have a tail?”

Adam blinked slowly and responded first. “What?”

“Daddy,” Ivy pointed to Lucifer backside. “Doesn’t have a tail like us.”

“Uhhh…” Adam wasn’t sure what to say about this change of direction. It was true that unless Lucifer wanted to, he didn’t have a tail, but Adam and the girls all had little cow tails.

Ivy swished her little brown tuff and Iris played with her blonde one while they waited for an answer.

Lucifer gave a relieved laugh and bent down to be eye level with the girls. “Well, cause dad can change his appearance. I can have a tail if I want. Or horns too.”

“How about boobies?” Iris asked seriously. “Mommy had big boobies. Can you have boobies?”

Lucifer uhhed for a moment and Adam jumped in. “Maybe. But daddy is a boy, not a girl, well, I guess I’m kinda, …” okay, he wasn’t sure how to explain that he used to not have tits and had a dick but didn’t now, but still wasn’t a chick despite giving birth and wearing dresses sometimes. “Daddy doesn’t want them.”

The girls nodded.

“Like how I don’t like broccoli!” Ivy agreed with Adam.

Well, he was probably screwed next time he told her to try broccoli, but he was averting a crisis here. “Sure, baby. Now, who wants ice cream?”

The girls cheered and chanted for ice cream as they packed up and left the changing room. The distraction worked and the girls seemed to forget their questions.

Lucifer got the girls some ice cream from the stand and Adam secured them a spot close enough to watch the kids but not enough to get wet if they didn’t want to be.

While the girls played Adam cuddled up to Lucifer. “You know. I wouldn’t mind a little shapeshifting if you wanted to.”

“Oh? What were you thinking?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow, leaned in close, and whispered. “Do you need a big strong bull, my little cow?”

That set a shiver down Adam’s spine straight to his cunt and he was getting wetter than the splash pad thinking about Lucifer with horns, maybe a nose ring, a tail, a big thick—

“Mommy!” Ivy yelled. “Come get me!” She waved Adam to the splash pad.

Adam gave Lucifer a quick kiss, and as he pulled away he whispered. “We’ll talk more after the kids go to bed.”

They spent the afternoon playing in the water and beating the hot summer heat with the other citizens of hell. By the time the girls were shivered and done with water, it was time to head home for dinner anyway.

Taking the car back to the hotel the girls napped in their car seats and Adam held Lucifer’s hand the whole drive home.

The normal energetic girls were still pretty tired throughout dinner. Adam wasn’t sure where grateful for it. Helping them gave Adam an excuse to pick at his food. The smell of meat was triggering his morning sickness, but if he kept his distance from his plate he was able to keep himself together.

When they couldn’t get another bite into the girls, Lucifer picked them up, kissed Adam on the head and told him to finish eating. “I’ll get the girls ready for bed.”

Adam moved closer to Angel. He pushed his meat closer to Angel and subtly cleaned his fork on a cloth napkin that he laid next to his plate.

Catching Angel’s eye, they chatted. When the others weren’t looking, Angel scrapped the meat onto the napkin as he’d been doing for the last couple of weeks.

Fat Nuggets loved the treats.

“So how was your day?” Angel asked.

“Positive.” Adam smiled.

Angel grinned, catching Adam’s meaning easily. He’d gotten the pregnancy test for Adam after all. It’s not like Adam could skip off to the story whenever he wanted. Not without dragging the girls, and four year olds, even almost five year olds, didn’t come with a filter.

Without the meat, Adam was able to finish his meal and went upstairs.

He got there in time to kiss the girls goodnight before the last page of their bedtime story and happily followed Lucifer back to their room.

Lucifer pulled Adam close and kissed him. Holding onto Adam and making him moan.

Adam pulled away a bit. “Wait. I have something to tell you.” He moved them to the bed and sat Lucifer down.

If he was honest, Adam had thought of a million ways to say this.

Putting a bun in the oven. Buying a baby onesie and having Lucifer open it. Just handing him the pregnancy test like Angel had done the day years ago. But Adam just wanted to tell him.

Lucifer gave him a curious look, “More about the shapeshifting, or something else?”

“Something else.” Adam chewed on his lip a little. He’d gotten the put a hand over his belly and opened his mouth, but before he could Lucifer surged up to his feet, picking Adam up and spinning him around.

“You’re pregnant!” Lucifer shouted excitedly.

Adam laughed. “Yes. Did the test this morning.”

He was set down on his hooves and Lucifer kissed him.

“I was wondering! It seemed like it had been awhile since your last heat, and you don’t usually like dipping your fries in your milkshake, and you haven’t been eating meat! You stopped last time too!” Lucifer proudly exclaimed.

“Clever.” Adam teased.

Lucifer kissed him again. “You think it’ll be twins again?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “What are the odds?” He paused, what were the odds? Their whole family was a medical marvel. What is a genetic predisposition for fraternal twins in the face of being able to have kids at all? “We should probably schedule an appointment with a doctor to be sure.”

And if it was, well, they’d done it once before. So long as they had each other, Adam wasn’t worried about their family.

[blcssom]

closed starter for @touchbased

plot: f/f roommate/dormate shenanigans give me inexperienced x experienced or rivals trying to get the other to fold first.... either way it ends in them making out 10/10 times

"have you been digging through my closet again?" likely looking for her own clothes, which ivy had a bad habit of borrowing and then stowing away in her dresser. "sweetheart, your boobs aren't nearly big enough to pull that shirt off, don't kid yourself."

[brckensocietyarch]

Ivys' brow quirked at the response she had gotten as he opened the door. She had been out late thanks to a job and when she had realised she was in Augusts' neighbourhood it seemed like the perfect chance to reunite with one of her sisters' old friends. A sultry red dress she'd worn clung to her figure pairing nicely with the black high heels she wore. A sweet laugh escaped her when his demeanour changed, "Would it be corny to say I was in the neighbourhood?" The femme smirked, eyes raking down his body. "In the neighbourhood and in need of someone to take this dress off me for some fun?"

open to females plot: august gets a desperate booty call connections: best friend, fwb, gf, ex, sibling’s best friend, best friend’s sister, whatever works

“Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you? It’s two in the damn morning-” August opened the door with an annoyed expression, about to chew out whoever decided to bang like crazy on his apartment door. That is until he saw who it was. The expression almost instantly melted from his face. “Whoa, what are you doing here?”

[ohcorny]

hunger's bite came in the mail finally and i have two things to say before i read it: 1) its been really cool to follow you on your journey from the 'be strong for mother' meme and never satisfied (if you dig far enough back in your blog, theres an ask i sent you laughing my ass off over how you drew ivy's nipples in one of the first chapters) to a graphic novel published in stores! youve come so far and ive been here for it! thats insane 2) wow this is a way thicker book then i expected! very very nice

hoodienanami asked:

okay i finished hunger's bite. wiped it out in one night, i was so engrossed. my questions are: what exactly is honeycutt? like what type of supernatural being is he? and is pleasance meant to be cockney? i read her lines in a cockney accent

boy you really have been here for a while... thanks for sticking around!!

to answer your questions: there is no answer for honeycutt, deliberately. and pleasance is actually from yorkshire. fun fact she's the only character to use "int" which is a distinctly yorkshire term.

[sentientgolfball]

Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 9

not gonna lie I was almost late with this one

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 1982

Pairing: Mistshine

Summary: Mist gets caught between Sunshine and Ifrit

Sunshine giggles to herself from where she’s sitting at the table in the common area. It’s Sunday which means she has the whole place to herself unless Delta decided to pay a visit. She doubted he would though, he usually liked to visit Pebble and Ivy on the quiet days at the Ministry. She used this to her advantage. 

It’s been about a week since she recovered from her water induced illness and she’s been more energetic than ever before. She’s been keeping up with her messenger ghoul duties just fine, but she’s been itching to do something more. Really she can’t be blamed for the envelopes she’s stuffing full of glitter. It wasn’t her fault Ifrit had splashed her while on cleaning duty with a shout of ‘fish out of water’ and a laugh. Truly she can’t be blamed. Ifrit started it. 

“Do I even want to know?” 

Sunny jumps with a yelp when she hears the voice from her left. She whips her head in the direction only to see Zephyr emerging from the bedroom hallway. 

“Zeph what are you still doing here?” She chuckles nervously. 

“Decided to take the day off” they stalk to the kitchen, leaning their cane against the counter while they sift through the fridge. 

Sunny’s eyebrows shoot up “Does that mean Frit is here too?” 

“No I told him to go off, but he’s on standby incase it gets worse” 

They emerge from the kitchen with some snacks and one of the heating pads with an animal face on it. Sunny frowns at the pinch in their expression. 

“I could help if you want. I’m not as warm as Ifrit, Alpha, or Dew but still.” 

They shake their head giving her a small smile “Really it’s fine. Ifrit will come if I need him, plus I wouldn’t want to take away from whatever that is” they gesture to the pile of envelopes and glitter. 

She giggles “Alright if you say so, but uh if you doooo end up calling for Frit let me know so I can hide.” 

“Will do” they give a mock salute and head back to their room. 

Sunshine watches them go before returning to the task at hand. 

~~~

“What is the purpose of this?” Mist asks, crossing their arms watching Ifrit. 

“Sunshine has been dealing with a lot recently, yeah? Everyone being gone on tour, the bullies, her little element sickness.” 

“Correct.” 

“Figured I do something for her to help cheer her up a bit. Remind her she’s cared about.” 

Mist tilts her head. 

“Not that you’re not doing a great job of that! You are! But just…reminding her that other people still care about her.” 

“That makes sense, however what does that have to do with that?” 

Mist gestures to the stack of sponges that are currently half covered in frosting. She had come into the main kitchen hoping to grab some leftovers from lunch. Instead, she ran into Ifrit in an apron surrounded by mixing bowls. 

“This my dear sweet Mist is exactly what Sunny needs.” 

“You are aware you cannot eat sponges. If you want to bake her a cake I am sure there is a recipe for a real sponge cake somewhere in here.” 

“Controlled chaos Mist. Controlled chaos.” 

“I still do not understand, but if you are doing it to help Sunshine feel appreciated then I would like to help.” 

Ifrit breaks into a wide grin “Excellent. All I need you to do is—“ 

His phone pings and he glances at it where it’s propped up against the carton of heavy whipping cream. He wipes his hands on the front of his apron before grabbing it, quickly typing out a reply. 

“Okay change of plans, Zeph needs me. If you wanna still help all you gotta do is finish covering the sponges in the frosting and then write something on the top. Maybe congratulating her for her work with her water, just make it look as close to a real cake as possible.” 

“I will try.” 

Ifrit smiles at Mist. He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead before putting his apron away and leaving for the den. 

~~~

It’s not until a day later that Sunshine and Ifrit interact with each other long enough for Sunny to strike. Ifrit had come back to the den and Sunny was nowhere to be found. When dinner rolled around and Ifrit nor Zephyr emerged from their room, she knew it was not her day. 

Oh but now. Now she was able to corner him. With tour being underway Sunshine wasn’t very busy when it came to her duties. The Clergy was too focused on the success of the Ghost Project. She occasionally had some texts to deliver from the archives, but nothing overtly important. She was mostly given busy work, but for once this worked in her favor. 

She had found Ifrit with a group of Siblings. They were busy cleaning the chapel. Ifrit was there to lift the pews to make it easier for them. Sunny giggled at the obvious looks he was getting everytime he moved and his muscles visibly rippled under his uniform. 

“Hey tough guy” she calls “I have something for you!” 

He sets the pew he had picked up down, turning towards her with a questioning tilt of his head. Sunny waved an envelope in the air. 

“Got your assignments for next week!” 

His eyes light up and he turns to the closest Sister, asking to be excused for a moment. He pats her on the shoulder, thanking her before bounding over to Sunshine. 

“Whatcha got for me Sunny bunny?” 

“You lucked out. I don’t know who’s dick you’re sucking to get these easy hours.” 

He takes the envelope with a chuckle “I can answer that question for you.” 

“I would rather you didn’t, but it’s totally Terzo isn’t it.” 

He flashes a fang filled grin before slicing through the envelope with a claw. The moment he does blue glitter explodes out, covering him in the shiny dust. Sunshine giggles watching him spit glitter out of his mouth and slowly blinking open his eyes. The Siblings look up at the noise, groaning when they see the mess. 

“How did you even get it to do that?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets.”

“Mhm well this little magician better run away before the Siblings get ahold of her.” 

Sunny glances past Ifrit’s frame, making eye contact with three very irritated looking humans. 

“You maaaaay have a point” she roots around in her bag “here. Your actual assignments for next week are somewhere in here.”

She hands him a stack of 10 identical envelopes. 

“Good luck figuring it out!” She calls as she books it out of the chapel. 

He watches her go with a glint in his eyes “exploding glitter” he muses to himself. 

He turns around to face the Siblings. He opens his mouth to say something but is immediately cut off.

“If you open a single letter in here you’re getting sacrificed on the next Sabbath.” 

“Noted.” 

He exits the chapel, leaving a trail of glitter behind him. 

Sunshine spent the rest of the day on her toes. She knew Ifrit would do something to get her back, she just didn’t know how quickly he could strike. Though, the longer the day went without an incident the more she relaxed. If he tried something in the den it would be easy for her to evade. Maybe he wasn’t even going to get her back today. That gave her more time to come up with something bigger and better. 

Once she finished taking pictures for Mountain in the greenhouse, she made her way back to the den. She was immediately greeted to the sight of Aether and Ifrit curled up on the couch. Mist and Zephyr were sitting at the table sharing a quiet conversation over tea. She can hear Alpha in the kitchen cursing at a plastic container for not opening. 

She hesitates only for a moment, eyes quickly scanning the area to see if Ifrit planted anything. When she’s satisfied she closes the door behind her and greets everyone, making her way over to the table to sit next to Mist. When she sits, Mist stands. She makes a confused chirp, tilting her head. 

“I have something for you” they inform her, heading off to the kitchen. 

“For me? What did I do?” Her tail flicks excitedly behind her. 

Mist returns with her hands behind her back “You have progressed quite far, I feel like you deserve this.” 

They present a cake with white frosting, the word congratulations written in cursive with blue frosting. Sunny’s eyes light up when they place it on the table in front of her. She looks between the cake and Mist. 

“You made this for me? For me?” 

“Yes” they nod, “you have come very far with your water lessons, so I wanted to do something.” 

Mist steals a glance at Ifrit on the couch while Sunny is distracted with the cake. He smiles wide and gives her a thumbs up. When they return their gaze to Sunshine, she looks like she’s ready to pounce. 

“Sunshine ghoulette please do not use your hands” Aether calls from the couch. 

She hisses at him but relents “Alpha! Bring me a knife!” 

Alpha growls from the kitchen. There’s a brief moment of silence before he walks over, setting the knife down with more force than necessary. 

“Did you have to give her the biggest one we have?” Zephyr raises an eyebrow. 

“You wanted a knife I brought a knife” he grumbles, stalking back to the kitchen. 

“What’s got him so fired up?” Sunny asks examining the cake, trying to decide where to cut first. 

“He lost the fight to the leftovers container” Zephyr whispers. 

Sunny giggles as she sinks the knife into the cake. It goes through the top layer of frosting with ease, but it stops. She pauses, raising an eyebrow before pushing down again. 

“What the fuck?” 

She starts to saw with the knife, hissing when it barely starts to break through. 

“Household appliances two, ghouls zero” Zephyr deadpans, watching the struggle. 

Sunny abandons the knife in favor of her claws, tearing through the cake with ease. She stares at the inside of it for a moment, processing what she sees. Ifrit sits up and laughs. She glances up at him, then over to Mist, and then back down to the fake cake. 

“Do you like it? Ifrit said this would make you feel appreciated” Mist asks. 

“Mist” Sunny sets the halves down, frosting covering her hands “this is…” 

“Yes?” 

“This is amazing! I expect something like this out of sparky over there but this is even better! I didn’t know you had it in you!” 

Sunny grabs their face, pulling them to a kiss and smearing the frosting all over them. Mist chirps in surprise before kissing her back, loosely wrapping her tail around her waist. Ifrit makes a fake gagging noise. Sunshine breaks the kiss and stares at him. 

“You!” She hisses before jumping over the back of the couch to tackle him. 

“Sunny I swear to the hells if you stain this couch” Aether threatens, but there’s a smile on his face. 

Mist returns to her spot at the table, watching Ifrit and Sunny wrestle with a soft smile. Zephyr chuckles. 

“What is it?” 

“Nothing I just. You have no idea the can of worms you opened.” 

“I do not care. It is worth it if I get to see her like this.” 

Mist had decided long ago they’d do anything to keep Sunshine smiling, if they had to cause a little trouble here and there to make it happen then so be it. The feeling in their chest, the glow in her eyes would always be worth it. Sunny was always worth it.