#it was so dark and yellow in there yes I'm still complaining

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Interview With The Vampire, S02E05

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

i hope you're having a lovely day, blusy!!

can you write about donna and reader having drunk sex and donna was so wild that night that angie, who was sleeping in the room next door, was traumatized. she complained about it the next day but the two can't remember anything because of how drunk they were. and basically reader and donna tried to make up to her by showering her with gifts and doing anything she requests them to do.

angie thought that was the end of it but they did it again the next day 😭 can you make the making-up-to-angie part fluffy? i love your works!!

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your kindness and for your request!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

Angie's revenge

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of explicit smut, Minors DNI, alcohol, fluff

Word count: 7,332

Summary: Maybe to drink that liquor wasn't a good idea...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“I'm afraid you'll have to be a little more specific…” the Duke murmured with that arrogant, third-rate merchant voice.

“If I had a clear idea I wouldn't be asking you, would I?” you said, always watching the door to avoid prying eyes behind it.

“You said you wanted something special and that is a very… abstract concept,” the merchant said with a smug smile.

“Mm, I'm sure what you want is information,” you whispered with a confident look, crossing your arms.

“Information? No, Miss, how can you think something like that?” the Duke said, shaking his head but not removing that horrible smile from his horrible face.

You sighed, rolling your eyes without stopping looking around.

“Okay,” you said, defeated, lowering the tone of your voice. “Tonight marks one year since I've been living with Donna and I wanted to celebrate it with a special dinner,” you explained with an angry hiss.

 Of course, giving information about your private life to that man was the last thing you wanted to do at that moment.

“Oh, a romantic dinner?” the Duke asked, arching his eyebrows unpleasantly.

“No, it's a dinner to look into our eyes and tell us how much we hate each other,” you said ironically, shaking your head. “Of course it's a romantic dinner.”

The Duke laughed scandalously, satisfied with your embarrassment.

“I've always valued people who master the subtle art of sarcasm,” he commented, with a curious look. “It's not very common around here.”

“Yeah, okay, great,” you growled, clenching your fists. “Well, if you value it that much, please help me.”

“I still don't know what you're looking for,” he repeated, with a dark look of satisfaction.

“You know what? I was planning on spending a lot of lei, but I think some nice words will do the trick,” you said in a cocky tone, taking the rest of the order and walking towards the entrance.

“Words are carried away by the wind, Miss (Y/N),” the Duke intervened, visibly nervous, as always when money was mentioned.

“Yes, yes, you can’t be. You can rest assured,” you joked in a disinterested way.

“You're so funny,” the merchant said, laughing. “It’s a pity because I just remembered that I had something special around here.”

“You'd sell your mother for a handful of coins,” you grumbled, leaving the boxes back on the floor.

“Mother? Well, I can't say if your statement is correct since I don't remember if I ever had a mother,” the Duke said, rummaging through his carriage. “Let's see...”

“Something special,” you said with an impatient voice, looking at the old clock in the hall. It wasn't long before Donna came up from the workshop, you'd have to be quick.

“Something special,” the fat man repeated, grabbing a bottle. “I think this is what you’re looking for,” he said finally, extending that bottle with a yellow liquid.

You frowned and took the object, moving it to agitate the liquid inside.

“What is this?” you asked curiously, removing the cork from the bottle and bringing it to your nose. “Lemonade?”

“Not exactly, Miss,” the Duke said, raising and lowering his eyebrows. “Smell it.”

“Ugh,” you said wrinkling your nose when the alcohol traveled through your airways. “Liquor”

“Not just any liquor, dear,” the merchant murmured, moving in the carriage. “Limoncello.”

“Lemon what?” you asked, covering up that pleasant smell again.

“It's a traditional Italian lemon-based liquor, it was Mister Beneviento's favorite,” he commented, watching satisfied as you nodded slowly. “I think it's perfect to make that dinner… A little more special.”

“Yes, maybe,” you said with a murmur. Well, at least it was something. “See how it wasn't that difficult?” you joked, throwing that greedy being another bag of coins.

“If it was difficult for me to do business, I would have dedicated myself to something different, don't you think?” the Duke laughed, amused, counting the coins.

“I don't intend to thank you,” you said with a cocky voice. “Seriously, why do you want so much money?”

“I like money,” the man answered, amused.

“Yeah, okay, great, great...” you murmured, shaking your head and turning slowly. “Well, you can go now.”

“One last thing, Miss...” he commented as he turned the carriage, bringing his eyes to the bottle of liquor. “Be very careful with that, don't drink too much...”

“Yes, yes, yes…” you sighed, nodding reluctantly and entering the mansion, ignoring the merchant's sinister laughter. “Damn, I'm starting to think that Donna only wants me to negotiate with this vermin.”

“Don't say that, tesoro,” a hoarse voice interrupted your stammering and protests. The lady in black was waiting standing in front of you. As always when she appeared, your lips could only smile.

“Oh, Donna, don't look, don't look,” you said, hiding the bottle and walking towards her, comically covering her eye as you walked. “That's it… Straight ahead, watch out for the door,” you said amused, guiding the blind lady towards the hallway.

“What are you up to, (Y/N)?” she asked amused.

You put on your best innocent face and shrugged.

“Nothing, nothing…” you said amused, putting the bottle in one of the boxes and picking them up from the floor. “I'll go to put the groceries in the kitchen… Wait for me here.”

The lady in black laughed shyly as she watched you with that face you fell in love with, that beautiful and wounded face that for you, was the most beautiful.

They always told you that time passed quickly, without mercy, without letting you enjoy every moment. You never believed it.

You thought that time was just a transit, something that had no remedy, that became slow and lazy to make you feel even more sadness and apathy. They were right. A year used to be long. It used to take its time to pass before your eyes but… That year, that precise year, passed like a shooting star.

You were never anyone special, daughter of farmers, devotee of the Black Gods and Mother Miranda (you didn’t have another option either). Your life passed slowly, showing you the darkest side of it, the desperation of not being understood, the construction of your friends' lives, something you couldn’t do.

You had different interests. Marrying a lout and starting a family was certainly not among your priorities. You just wanted to find someone with whom you could share your disagreement with the established order, someone who, like you, didn’t see life as a gift from the Black Gods, but as a slow and tedious sentence.

But one day, the day when your clumsiness made you stumble upon the worst possible person, that day, you wished time would stop.

You were not alien to the Lords, or to Mother Miranda. They were shadows that lived with the villagers as a potential and imminent danger, even though the witch assured that they were only there to take care of you. You never believed that nonsense, you knew that the danger resided in each of the four Lords.

That woman you stumbled upon was one of them, the youngest, the most mysterious Lord, the ventriloquist, the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

No one knew much about that woman, many even refused to look at her as a human being, it was rumored that beneath that dress, that black veil, there was a monster, a monster on the outside and on the inside. Suffering from mental illness since birth, Lady Beneviento became an even darker shadow, one that could hide the brightest sun.

With everything in your mind, your legs began to shake and you started to think that just getting in her way would mean an eternity of suffering. It wasn't like that.

Your innocent smile and the wit you were blessed with caught her attention enough to not want to kill you. She wasn't the only one who saw something in you, you did too.

A soul mate, destiny… You couldn't really say why during a conversation your lips met, why that veil disappeared to reveal the true meaning of beauty, of love.

It had been a year since that kiss turned life into something wonderful for you. You stopped being the simple (Y/N) to live with her in that incredible, secluded mansion.

Living with Donna (and Angie) was a challenge that you overcame little by little. Her shadows, her torments played with your feelings but you never cared, you would always take care of her, and she of you.

There was no monster under the black cloth, but a beautiful and tender woman, dangerous but loving, an incredible woman who little by little became the woman of your life.

That night was definitely special, it was the celebration of that year with her, of the time you had spent loving her more and more each day.

“More wine, tesoro?” the lady in black asked, romantically illuminated by the candlelight. You nodded pleased, extending your glass towards the lady.

“Everything was delicious, Donna,” you sighed grateful for that special dinner. She looked at you and smiled sheepishly, shaking her head.

“There's no need to be accommodating, (Y/N), you tell me that every night,” she whispered, sighing almost as if it were your first date.

“Oh, well…” you joked, arching your eyebrows. “I guess it's already a habit.”

“I, I can't believe you've been with me for a year,” the lady commented, with a slightly sadder look, with the shadows of her demons surrounding her like merciless crows. “I just find it hard to believe.”

“Why? I love you, you make me happy… Why wouldn't I want to be with you for 50 or better, 70 more years? 100?” you said amused, pretending a thoughtful look.

Donna's soft laugh reached your ears, increasing the intensity of your smile, the brightness of your eyes.

“I don't understand,” she said, sighing again, bringing her glass of wine to her lips. “You're a beautiful girl. You shouldn't waste your time with me.”

“Are you kidding?” you asked, dispelling her insecurities in a subtle way. “You're a Lord, you're beautiful... You say beautiful Italian things to me...”

She shook her head, without making her tender smile disappear.

“I don't think these are enough reasons,” the lady in black murmured.

You, fearing a possible tense moment, reached out your hand to hers, caressing it gently.

“Hey, honey... I love you, do you hear me? I love you just the way you are...” you whispered romantically, seeing how the lady had trouble controlling the sadness, the desperation for how unfair life was to her.

“(Y/N), me… Me too,” Donna said, blinking erratically, slowly regaining her composure and relaxing her breathing, which was already beginning to become dangerously labored.

“Me too!” an annoying squeak made you pull your hand back, startling you.

Of course, of course, Angie couldn't leave you two alone at a special romantic dinner. Seriously, she couldn't.

“Angie…” you groaned, annoyed by that interruption.

“Ohhhh, is that a cheesecake?” the doll asked, comically peeking over the table.

“Angie, leave us alone, will you?” the lady said, annoyed by the lack of soft caresses on her hand.

“You're always alone!” the puppet protested, with an unpleasant squeak. “Donna, Donna, do you even remember that I exist too?”

“Yes, Angie,” the doll maker said, shaking her head. “But now is not the time.”

“So when is it? You’re neglecting me! Bad Donna, Silly Donna!” Angie shrieked again.

You rolled your eyes and picked up your piece of dessert, trying hard to ignore the doll.

Luckily, Angie seemed to get tired of you two and disappeared with a comical grumble, which made you genuinely laugh.

“She’s mad…” you joked.

“She’ll get over it,” she said.

“Oh, that's right,” you said, clapping your hands and searching for something under the table, something you had hidden. “Look what I have.”

“Mm?” the lady murmured, reaching out her hand to take the bottle and look at it carefully. “What is it?”

“I think you know…” you said in an expectant tone, raising and lowering your eyebrows. “Open the cap.”

Donna obeyed and smiled in a tender way, as if that citrus aroma reminded her of better times, times gone by.

“Limoncello…” she said in a low voice. “My father used to drink it after eating… It brings back memories to me…”

“Good memories? Please, tell me I haven't made a mistake…” you sighed, hoping that the nostalgia wasn't dangerous, that it was a healthy one.

The doll maker seemed calm, test passed.

“You had a great idea, tesoro… Let me go to get some iced glasses,” she said, standing up and leaning towards you to kiss your lips softly, with that softness that made you tremble.

“Okay,” you said smiling, enjoying a soft caress on your cheek.

The liquor went down your throat in a cool, pleasant way. You had to admit that the Duke had a great idea, Donna seemed happy.

Glass after glass, the conversation moved to your reading corner. A conversation full of words of love, of shy laughs, one that pleasantly reminded you of your first dates.

“Hey, give me another one,” you said amused, extending the small glass towards the brunette, who frowned with a smile and slightly blushed cheeks.

“It's the fourth one, amore mio…” she stammered, pouring you another drink, slurring her words.

“How many have you had?” you asked playfully, giving her a little teasing nudge as she frowned and counted on her fingers.

“Quattro…” she muttered in confusion, shaking her head. “I, I guess it’s not too much.”

“No,” you said laughing, hiccupping unintentionally. “But maybe we should calm down a bit… How strong is this?”

The lady shrugged in a playful pose as you leaned back on the couch, blinking seductively.

“Donna…” you purred, running a finger along her skin erratically, tickling her. “You know what? You look hot today…”

“(Y/N)…” she sighed with a shy smile, sipping from her glass.

“What? Can't I say that my girlfriend is hot?” you protested jokingly, pretending to pout.

It was becoming easier for you to joke or say exactly what you thought, was it because of the liquor?

“Girlfriend?” Donna asked, turning quickly, her face revealing her incipient drunkenness. “Are you my… Girlfriend?”

“Yes…” you said, dragging your voice. “What else would I be? Your maid?”

Donna laughed strangely, shaking her head with a mischievous look.

“I want to tell you a secret…” she whispered, gesturing for you to come closer to her. The smell of alcohol was becoming more and more present in the living room, in that small corner.

 “Oh, a secret…” you said amused, hiccupping. “What secret?”

Donna bit her lip before speaking, covering your ear with her hot breath, one that paradoxically made you shiver.

“I wish you were my maid,” she whispered with a too marked accent, as if searching for words or controlling her language was being a bit difficult for her.

“Mmm,” you moaned sensually, looking into the lady's bright eye and positioning yourself on the couch on your knees, playfully. “Maid, huh?”

“Yes,” the lady said, nodding and playing with your hand, which wandered erratically over her body, playing with the buttons of her dress. “Maids have always turned me on…”

“Hey, Donna!” you said with an exaggerated squeal, surprised by that confession. “Wait, really?”

She faked an innocent face, a good girl look that clashed with that erotic statement.

“Well, well, so the liquor makes you say those things…” you purred again, with an overwhelming heat that made your clothes start to annoy you. “Well, let's drink…”

You awkwardly reached out to reach the bottle and poured two more glasses, which you drank at the same time, in one gulp, letting your throat get even more accustomed to that liquor.

“Come on, come on, keep telling me your fantasies with maids…” you said pushing the lady and climbing on top of her body, with both legs on either side of her hips. “If I were your maid… What would you do to me?”

“Oh, no, I don't want to, hic, be rude,” she said, shaking her head and hiccupping in the same way as you.

You glanced at the bottle, which barely had any of its contents left. Had you gone too far?

“Rude? Come on, tell me, tell me,” you insisted, moving up and down her body. “Look…” you said, keeping your back straight clumsily, raising your index finger and trying to focus your vision. “If you tell me, I’ll, hic, tell you a secret.”

Donna shook her head childishly, with a slightly sinister smile, blinking as if she had the same vision problems as you.

“No… It’s… Pri…Private…” she said, stammering, nervous about your subtle movements on her body, purposely provoking her.

“Donna, don’t be mean…” you complained with an exaggerated moan. “What would you do to me? Wait, wait, I’ll help you…”

Moving, you reached for the bottle again, drinking directly from it and tilting it so she could do the same.

“Finish it all, huh?” you said a bit dizzy, but with the same desire to play.

“Io non sono una bambina…” the lady protested, moving her hands to remove the bottle from her mouth. “Lasciami…”

“Oh… Excuse me, Lady Beneviento… Can I do anything else for you, my lady?” you joked, pretending an elegant voice, inevitably altered by alcohol.

“Taci,” Donna protested with a shy smile, with her cheeks red from drunkenness and that spicy conversation.

“Mmmm, so, maid… I like it,” you murmured thoughtfully, leaning towards her ear. “Would you like me to serve you, Donna? To please you?”

She nodded, panting from the alcoholic sensuality your blurry words conveyed.

“That seems very sexy to me…” you purred, biting her earlobe. “Tell me, if I were your maid, what would you do to me?”

“Mm,” she murmured, with the shadow of disinhibition shining in her only eye, which ran over your figure without any kind of qualms. “I would ask you to clean my dolls…”

“Oh,” you said amused, unintentionally beginning to gently swing your hips, to give yourself pleasure by rubbing them against her body.

“I would love to lift your dress and touch you and then… Put you on your knees and then you, hic, you…”

“I….?” you insisted.

She shook her head with an amused gasp and you protested with a grunt, moving your hips faster.

“Donna…” you said with a sad, demanding tone.

“Use your, hic, imagination” Donna said, laughing amused, putting her hands on your hips so your movements wouldn’t stop. “(Y/N)…”

“Do you like this, darling?” you asked, dragging out your words, biting your lip. “Oh, yes, you like it…”

“You're drunk,” the lady said with a serious tone, but without stopping moving, dancing with your body. “You’ve drunk too much.”

“I guess you haven't, huh?” you joked, putting a finger on her nose, intensifying the drunken look that you endured with a spark of desire.

“I'm a fancy lady,” she protested. “You're not.”

“That hurt,” you said, pretending to stab yourself in the chest. “Let's see, hic, if you're right, I'm going to c… C…Confess my secret to you,” you said, having difficulty pronouncing words clearly.

“With me you don't have... Se...Secrets...” she stammered, frowning and shaking her head, trying to clear the alcoholic haze that was surely clouding her reasoning.

“You think so, huh?” you said amused, leaning back to her ear, licking your lips. “Listen to me... My secret is... I love the taste of your pussy...”

“(Y/N)!” the lady shrieked, with a surprised expression, shaking her head. “Don’t, don't say such rude things... Cazzo...”

“Oh, rude things, huh? Well, you should know that I can’t only say them, I can also do them...”

That was the last sentence you said. Instantly, you threw yourself at her lips, letting your bodies sway more intensely, stealing heat from each other. The kisses tasted of citrus, of the liquor you had consumed. They were clumsy, erratic, almost guided by a primary instinct and not by desire.

“(Y/N)…” the lady protested when your boldness unbuttoned her dress, when your alcoholic kisses began to run over her skin and your hands traveled up her legs.

“Shhh, silence, my lady… I want to fulfill your wish,” you said, going down, lifting the black skirt, making the doll maker uncomfortable.

She protested with a moan.

Her complaints didn’t stop you. You continued with the path that your kisses marked on her skin, moving aside any fabric that dared to get in your way.

“Cazzo!” she shrieked when your tongue made contact with her wet folds, with the desire you could taste between her legs. “More, more!”

Her screams had nothing to do with the romantic Donna she used to be when turning off the light and joining your bodies. Her moans were wild and rude words came out discreetly from her mouth.

You laughed, trying to concentrate on your task, licking her clit, unleashing those wild  moans again before inserting two of your fingers by surprise. Her movements were uncontrollable and her hand pulled at your hair while Donna writhed in pleasure at the skill of your techniques.

The moans echoed through the walls but you barely heard them. Everything was like a blurry vision of what was happening. You moaned feeling her fingers inside of you too, feeling how her body asked for more while stimulating yours.

Kisses, hugs, moans… Nothing that happened seemed to have meaning, seemed to be related. It was like a drunken mess of love and passion, a wild, almost uncontrollable one. The moans were outrageous.

Her body moved crazily on top of yours while your wetness rubbed against each other, while you caressed each other fiercely.

“Sto per venire!” the lady shrieked, tilting her head up as you attacked again with your tongue, running over her excited wetness, that delicious taste mixed with the liquor. “(Y/N), (Y/N)! Keep going, keep going!” she screamed, echoing off the walls of the mansion, accompanied shortly after by several deep, crazy moans, the most outrageous orgasm you had ever heard.

Your release also came or so you thought, as you rubbed yourself against her leg, while your wetness made her skin shine. After that, your mind relaxed, causing the dizziness you felt to become unbearable.

The lady was lying on the couch, running an erratic hand through her hair, across her sweaty forehead, gesturing for you to lie down next to her.

“I want to… Dormire…” Donna murmured, drawing her legs up and turning around tiredly. The alcohol had already completely finished her off, just like it did to you.

“What do you want…? I don’t unders….Underst…Understand, hic,” you asked walking clumsily naked through that corner, grabbing a blanket from an armchair and letting yourself fall on the sofa, covering your bodies with it.

Your eyes closed and the dizziness calmed down, giving way to an inevitable darkness.

The sound of birds attacked your hearing, your head. Your whole body was in pain, your head was throbbing and your throat was burning. It took a while for your vision to focus properly, to see the morning light coming through a living room window.

You looked down and gasped in surprise. You were naked, on the sofa, covered by a blanket. Next to you, breathing deeply, was Donna, also naked, with her body shrunken surely due to the cold that was beginning to make your skin crawl.

“Shit…” you whispered, running a hand through your head, rubbing your eyes. “What the…?”

When you turned your head, sighing, you saw on the coffee table the culprit of that terrible discomfort: the almost empty bottle of limoncello. Your mouth still tasted of that liquor, but your memory was hurt. You didn't remember anything of what had happened.

You shook your head and turned around concentrating to find out what had led you to be like this. The clothes on the floor, the nakedness... Well, at least there were things that were quite clear...

“Donna... Hey, Donna...” you said with a hoarse voice, pushing the body of the lady, who growled annoyed.

You sighed again and shrugged, covering yourself better with the blanket. Surely you should sleep a little more.

Small steps on the wood made you open your eyes again. A soft whistle came from Angie, who walked with small jumps through the house. You followed her with your eyes until she climbed onto the dining chair, glancing at you briefly.

“What…?” you asked weakly, watching the puppet's gestures.

Angie laughed evilly, reaching out to one of the pots hanging from the ceiling wood, unhooking it from its place and looking at you again.

“Oh, no… No… No…” you said, shaking your head at her intentions. “Angie, don’t…”

The doll nodded mockingly and, grabbing the pot with both hands, threw it to the floor, causing a terribly unpleasant noise that tortured your ears.

“Angie!” you shrieked, pressing your temples hard to mitigate the pain the noise caused in your hungover head.

“Non sono stato io!” the nervous lady said, waking up abruptly, wrinkling her forehead and bringing her hand to her black hair. “Oh… Ho mal di testa…”

“Donna…” you sighed, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Tell me you remember anything that happened last night…”

“Last night? No, Io… My, my whole body hurts… I don’t feel well…” she murmured, shaking her head and looking at herself, covering her body immediately. “Why am I naked?”

“Great, I don’t know,” you said, with the same broken voice, exhausted and in pain. “The only thing I remember is that liquor…” you whispered, pointing at the bottle.

“Mm…” she murmured, closing her eye so the pain would calm down. It wasn’t going to do it. “Maledizione…”

“Well, I remember talking something about a maid, but that doesn’t explain why we’re naked on the couch…” you said thoughtfully. “Gods… What a hangover…”

“A maid? No, I don’t remember,” Donna said, covering you affectionately. “You’re going to catch a cold.”

“We should have thought about that before sleeping here, naked,” you groaned, frustrated at not being able to remember. “Wait, have we…?”

“I don't know…” the sleepy lady whispered, annoyed even by the soft volume of your voice. “I can't remember.”

“Ahem,” a shrill voice said, the Angie doll, who was walking towards you with her arms crossed. “It seems that you have amnesia, don't you? How convenient…”

“Angie…” Donna sighed, annoyed by the high-pitched tone of her doll's voice. “Shut up, please…”

“Oh, you want me to shut up, huh, silly Donna?” the doll mocked, climbing onto the coffee table and pacing around it haughtily. “Then I suppose you don't want to know what happened last night.”

Donna and you looked at each other, frowning.

“Do you know?” you asked, holding the blanket and sitting upright on the couch.

“Do I know?” Angie asked, pointing at herself. “You've traumatized me, stupid!”

“Don't yell…”Donna and you whispered in unison, shaking your heads with a painful sob.

“It's been the worst experience of my life, Donna! Since when do you say such dirty things?” the doll asked, pointing at her owner, who shrank on the couch, comically hiding behind your back.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” the lady said nervously, starting to blush. You looked at her with the same confused expression.

“Oh, allow me to explain it to you,” the puppet said, pretending to clear her throat. “More, (Y/N), more! Faster, fuck me like the filthy maid you are! That's it, use your mouth, doll, eat me out!”

“Basta, basta, Angie,” Donna said hurriedly, shaking her head effusively. “I couldn't say that.”

“Couldn’t you? Oh, and you too, you Donna-stealer,” Angie said pointing at you. “Yes, Donna, deeper, deeper, use me like the doll I am!”

“Hey, shut up now, is this a joke?” you protested also embarrassed. Well, at least that fit with your nakedness, and clothes on the floor. “Oh, shit… She heard us,” you whispered to the lady in black, who sank in the couch.

“I heard you and the whole village too, I'm pretty sure,” the doll said, crossing her arms. “What are you up to? I mean, to add more things to the fact that you don't stop ignoring me, you have to rub your obscenities right in my face, huh?”

“Angie, it, it wasn't on purpose,” Donna said, stammering. “It was the limoncello…”

“Of course, blame it on the alcohol,” the doll mocked, pointing at the bottle. “You're a couple of drunken nymphomaniacs! I hate you!”

“Angie, wait,” the lady in black murmured, leaning over the doll as Angie angrily climbed down from the table, disappearing from the room. “Don't hate me…”

It might have seemed like one of Angie's passing tantrums, one of her calls for attention, but she was pretty serious that time. She didn't show up for the whole morning. Donna wanted to pretend she didn't care, but her face said it all.

“Grazie, tesoro…” the lady murmured as you poured her some medicine for that horrible headache, one that you also took.

“Honey, you're worried,” you said in a soft voice, sitting next to her on the couch. Poor Donna was so sick that she couldn't even work on her dolls. You should have listened to the Duke's advice.

“It's nothing,” she whispered, drinking the medicine and rubbing her forehead.

“It's because of Angie, isn't it?” you asked in a more tender voice, looking for the doll with your eyes. She wasn't there.

Donna nodded slowly, squeezing her eye tightly.

“I've never seen her that mad,” she said, looking at the ceiling, letting you hug and caress her in a comforting way. “I can't believe we... Cazzo...”

“Well, it was a mistake, neither of us intended to traumatize her, it was a horrible mistake,” you said, with an amused smile, lifting her chin and kissing her deformed cheek, one of her favorite gestures of affection.

She smiled slightly, but shook her head.

“The... incident last night wouldn't be so important if... If she wasn't right,” the lady said, with a tired sigh.

“What do you mean?”

“Angie has always been with me, since I was 6 years old she has been inseparable for me,” the brunette began, looking at the floor, remembering… “She was my only friend and, I, I was so happy when I could give her life… She was my companion, my faithful companion…”

“Mm, I understand,” you said softly.

“You came into my life to turn everything upside down, you know? Don't get me wrong, I don't know what I would do without you but… It's, it's true that I may have neglected Angie,” Donna said, to which you smiled tenderly. “I used to play with her before, talk for hours… And now, it's, it's true that I don't pay as much attention to her and on top of that… On top of that last night… Oh, mio Dio… How embarrassing…”

“Don't blame yourself, Donna, we are both guilty of not having control,” you said softly, rubbing her back.

“I can't imagine how humiliating it was for Angie to see me… like this…” the ventriloquist lamented, burying her face in her hands.

“Well… If you're so worried…” you sighed thoughtfully, controlling the pain in your head. “Why don't we do something for her?”

“Now it's really getting interesting…” a mocking voice appeared by surprise.

Angie, who seemed to be listening (to no one's surprise) suddenly appeared, walking while laughing mockingly and jumping onto Donna's lap.

“Hey, were you spying on us?” you asked amused, trying not to be unpleasant.

“Yes, although last night you put me off doing it anymore,” the puppet said.

Donna smiled tenderly, carefully placing Angie's clothes.

“Perdonami, Angie… I didn't mean to make you feel that way,” the lady said, apologizing sincerely.

“Mm, it's too soon to accept your apologies, silly Donna…” the doll said with a cocky tone, but not getting off her lap. “But I’ve heard something I liked…”

“Let me guess, it's when I said we should do something for you, am I wrong?” you said with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile.

“I think we're starting to understand each other, you silly intruder…” Angie murmured in a sinister voice.

“What do you want?” Donna asked, staring at her, frowning. “We'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

“Well, whatever…” you murmured, catching the doll's attention, who turned her head sharply.

“Do you want me to forgive you, stupid fools?” Angie asked mockingly, standing on Donna's legs. You both nodded automatically. “Well, I want… I want… I want… Oh! Get up.”

You and Donna looked at each other but obeyed. The doll sat on the couch, swinging her legs expectantly.

“Do you remember the puppet show you did when you were 17, silly Donna?” Angie asked, pointing at the brunette, who frowned.

“Yes, of course I remember them,” she said, in a seemingly calm voice. “The Mighty Angie versus the Moon Monsters.”

“Yes, that's it, that's it!” the doll said.

You looked at the lady, confused.

“I want you two to make me a puppet show, I want one of those stories like the ones Donna told me,” the doll demanded, tilting her head.

“What is she talking about?” you asked in a small voice. “A puppet show? It must be a joke.”

“I'm afraid it’s not, tesoro…” the lady sighed, crossing her arms. “Okay, Angie.”

“Well, I'll go get the stuff, you two should do some… Rehearsing…”

The Angie doll ransacked the whole house to take out an old, hand-made stage along with two puppets. One was Angie herself, and the other was a deformed monster.

“Here,” Donna said, putting the stage on the floor and handing that horrible monster you.

“Wait, wait,” you said nervously. “Hey, Donna, I have no idea how to do this, besides, why do I have to be this bug thing?”

“No complaints, silly (Y/N)! Only my Donna can be the Mighty Angie!” the doll protested. You growled annoyed by the irritating voice that still made a dent in your wounded head.

“Calm down, tesoro, you'll see that it's easy,” Donna said, concentrated, touching up the last details of that scenario and kneeling behind it. “Come, kneel with me.”

“Donna, I don't know what this Mighty Angie thing is about,” you said gently, making the gesture of quotation marks with your fingers. “What do I do?”

“I'm waiting…” the doll hummed impatiently, making you growl again.

“I'm coming,” you said in a gruff tone.

Donna smiled at you and reassured you with a soft kiss on your lips.

“You'll do very well, amore mio,” the lady said with a tender voice. It even seemed that somehow she was happy to do that. You thought it was simply adorable.

It was quite difficult at first, but soon you were able to improvise that show. Donna was giving voice to the puppet, which, of course, was the great heroine of the story.

“Get back, stupid moon monster! You don't know who you're messing with,” the Mighty Angie said said approaching where you were sticking the puppet out.

 Seeing Donna doing those things always amused you. You wondered why a woman so cheerful and funny on the inside, was so gloomy on the outside.

“So you are the Mighty Angie,” you said, getting into the role of a dangerous monster, deepening your voice in a way that made you blush. Luckily, Angie couldn't see you. “Surely you're not as mighty as they say... Um... Um... Ha, ha, ha...” you laughed evilly

“You think so, huh? Haven't they taught you manners in your cave, you disgusting bug? Don't worry. I'll take care of that.”

Donna brought her puppet closer to yours, pretending to fight, even making sounds and growls in a really impressive way. She certainly had a talent for that stuff.

“You won’t beat me, you space leech!” Angie’s puppet shrieked, struggling with yours.

“You think you’re so powerful, huh? You’ll never be able to beat me!” the moon monster said laughing evilly as your blush disappeared.

“No, Mighty Angie, it’s provoking you! You’re stronger than it!” the real Angie shrieked, waving her arms excitedly.

“Oh, so you have allies…” you murmured, turning the puppet towards the couch, pointing at Angie with one of its tentacles. “Maybe I should finish them off first…”

“Never!” the other puppet exclaimed, lunging at yours. “Aha, that’s your weak point! Your force shield doesn't cover your back!”

You looked at Donna in confusion and she shrugged, laughing in amusement. You smiled too. You weren't having a bad time after all.

“Oh no, she's figured it out! Mighty Angie, spare my life, I'll leave this planet forever,” you said in a pleading tone, bringing the puppet's tentacles together.

“Too late, space slug!” the small puppet screamed before launching itself at yours for the final attack.

“Oh no… I'm dying…” you said, feigning agony and dropping the monster on the stage.

“Good! Good!” Angie clapped. “Mighty Angie is invincible! That was great, you fools!”

“Ugh,” you sighed, standing up and removing the puppet from your hand, helped by the lady, who did the same, shaking your clothes.

“You haven't been too bad, have you? You're good at it,” Donna commented, bringing her puppet closer to pretend to eat you. “Yum, yum.”

You laughed shyly under her warm smile, approaching her and kissing her tenderly on the lips.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” Angie protested, getting off the couch and pushing her owner's legs away from you. “No kisses, silly fools!”

“Oh, come on, we've told you a great story,” you said amused, finally moving away from the lady in black.

“Do you accept my apologies now, Angie?” Donna asked, with a pleading look, extending her hand towards the puppet's.

“Mm, let me think... No, I don’t”

“You don’t?” you two asked at the same time.

“Um, it seems that you don't realize the seriousness of your actions, you drunken fools... If you think that with that show you're going to make me forget about last night, you can wait for it,” Angie said, pretending to look at her nails.

“Angie, we've done what you wanted, hey, we need to rest for a while,” you said, with the kindest voice possible.

“No sleeping!” the puppet shrieked, making the pain return to your head. Donna and you groaned at those shrieks. “You're going to do what I tell you or I won't forgive you.”

“I'm starting to think that it's not so bad having you hating us,” you murmured, crossing your arms. Donna approached, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Per favore, amore mio... Let's play along a bit longer. She'll soon get tired and leave us alone," Donna told you with a sincere look that exuded confidence.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, nodding slowly.

“Okay... Okay, Donna, I'll do it for you.”

That was the beginning of that hellish day.

Angie had taken absolute control of the Beneviento house. You and Donna showered her with little details, whims like balls of wool to play with, children’s games around the house...

Of course, Angie knew how she wanted to spend her time, she had an idea for every moment and you had no choice but to bow your heads and accept. Otherwise, Angie would start shouting the obscene phrases she heard the night before, something Donna couldn't stand.

Damn blackmailing doll...

“What are you doing? Keep fanning me, you fool,” the doll demanded while you fanned. She certainly looked like a queen from another time, even with her own private throne, one that Donna had to desperately search for in the attic.

“What’s the point of that? Can you even feel it?” you asked, sighing tiredly, lying on the floor in a humiliating manner.

The doll slowly turned towards you, with a look you already knew.

“Oh, Donna, use your tongue on my…!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll fan you…” you said annoyed, earning a sinister laugh from the doll.

Your body hadn’t yet recovered from the hangover and, after hours of playing hide and seek, you were increasingly tired. It seemed that Angie didn’t want to waste a single minute of her glorious day.

“But, don't, yell, please,” you hissed while moving your hand.

Donna appeared shortly after, holding a small doll in her hands.

“Here it is,” she murmured, crouching down next to you and giving the toy to Angie. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes!” Angie shouted, getting down from the throne and picking up the small doll. “How pretty it is!” she exclaimed, hugging her gift.

Donna laughed amused, unable to hide her tiredness.

“Thank you…” the doll sighed, hugging her owner in a tender way, like you had never seen before. You smiled too and even more so when Angie walked towards you, giving you the same hug. “Hey, you're being very good to me, fools.”

“I never thought I'd say this but…” you murmured, hugging the doll back. “The truth is that you are adorable when you want to.”

“What nonsense, I always am,” the doll said, gesturing with her hand and playing with her new doll.

“Have fun with your new doll, I think we…” Donna said, taking your hand to get you up and yawning comically. “Are going to take a nap…”

“No way,” Angie protested, with that sinister tone again. “Don't you know what time it is, silly Donna?”

“No…” the lady sighed frowning, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck sweetly.

“Tea time!”

“No, Angie, please…” you sighed, putting a hand on your forehead.

Of course, you had to have tea with her and her dolls… That was the worst part.

“Do you want some sugar Mrs. Thin Butts?” the doll asked, playing with her toy tea set. If only it had been real tea…

You looked at poor Donna who, due to exhaustion, had fallen asleep leaning against the sofa, her head resting on her hand.

“Mrs. Thin Butt…” you said through your teeth, nudging her awake.

“Dove siamo?” she asked, shaking her head.

“I say if you wanted sugar, silly!” Angie shrieked, eliciting another annoyed grunt from you.

Fortunately, that fake tea was the last of Angie’s demands. It took a whole day, but she finally got tired of torturing you.

“Aren’t you having dinner, tesoro?” Donna asked, sitting down on the couch next to you, a plate of fruit on her lap.

“I’m not hungry,” you said in a husky voice, curling up on yourself on the couch. “Well, if you give me a piece of that apple…” you said, sitting up and taking the piece the lady cut with a knife, giving it to you in a romantic way.

“It’s been a rough day, hasn’t it?” she murmured, running a gentle hand through your hair. “Don’t worry, it’s over.”

“Yeah…” you sighed, glancing at the bottle of liquor that was still in its place. You felt a chill. “Remind me not to drink again…”

“My grandfather used to say that a glass of limoncello was perfect for a hangover,” Donna commented, taking the bottle.

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Even if that limoncello is the one to blame?” you joked.

The lady in black shrugged, uncorking the bottle and taking a sip.

“It’s better than last night… But it’s warm,” she said, making a face of disgust. “I’ll go get some cold glasses.”

“Bring me five,” you said, making a vague gesture with your hand.

It was obvious that you hadn’t learned from your mistakes and, when that bottle was already empty, the laughter and babbling reached the dark room again.

“Hey, hey, hey Donna…” you said, unable to stop laughing, climbing up her body again. “Shall I tell you a secret?”

The lady laughed with red cheeks again, with that sinister look that the liquor caused her.

A few quick steps made you look at Angie, who was running away in terror.

“Oh, no! Not again!”

[bambikisss]

Celebration in 5A :: J.JungKook

🎶: Bambi - Baekhyun & Saay (mashup), Seven - JungKook ft Latto

A/N: Sequel of Daddy's 95

💕: Streetracer! Jungkook x Streetracer! Reader

⚠: SMUT: Biting, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), fingering (f), against a window, leaving marks, Jeon JungKook's thighs and muscles.

A/N: I've been thinking about doing a sequel to Daddy's 95, so here it is. There is a surprise announcement also at the end, also 👀 but yes. Also, this is in memory of long haired JK.

NOT PROOFREAD | REBLOGS & COMMENTS ARE ENCOURAGED

"It's not fair!"

You leaned back in your dark red corvette as your opponent complained loudly. You had beat him in a street race after telling him that you knew you'd beat him, yet, he was still so shocked that you won. It made you roll your eyes as the grown man threw a whole tantrum. As he yelled, your phone buzzed with a text from Jungkook.

JK: Y/N, there's a race downtown against this guy from France!

JK: Come stop by and watch your man win

A smile broke out on your face at the text, giving you something better to do than listen to the loser. "I'm off" You smiled to the man and the officiant before you drove away, leaving the man in the dust. As you drove, you listened to the music that came on your radio, the lyrics reminding you of JungKook; the nights you would spend with him on this very same empty highway speeding and making jokes. Those were your happiest times, all thanks to JK.

Ever since you and him began dating, he had made it his personal mission to be there for you all day and all night, despite his job and his wacky sleep schedule- if you had a race or needed him, he would be there. It always made your heart swell at his gestures, but you refused to tell him that he wouldn't ever let it go.

When you arrived at the empty race track, you noticed the crowd of people that were arguing out front. The closer you got, the more you could make out the conversation.

"There's no way you're going to beat me!"

"Dude, I'm literally going to"

You concluded that the more confident sounding words were JungKook, knowing that he was always overconfident in his abilities. You were proven right when you saw his confident smile, his arms crossed over his muscular chest while his opponent was mirroring him, but with a red face and a not so relaxed stance. You pushed your way through the crowd till you got to his side, making sure that he didn't cause a fight or something- while he was a great street racer, you weren't so confident in his fighting abilities, despite his constant gym visits and boxing classes. When he realized that you were now by his side, his smile widened, turning to fully give you his attention. When you asked him what was going on, he simply shrugged before saying "just some pre-race banter."

"No, this is not!" The French man yelled, making you and JungKook turn to face him as he stomped his foot before he was escorted away by his friends, leaving you and him alone. When he was far enough away, you raised your eyebrow at him as he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked guilty. At your raised eyebrow, he held up his hands in defense before he said "Hey, to me it was just some banter. I didn't think he'd take it so seriously!"

"JungKook, how do you manage to piss off and annoy everyone you meet?" You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against his hard chest. You felt your body relax as he placed a kiss to your head, a small smile coming to his lips as he bit his bottom lip. "I don't piss you off and annoy you, baby." You raised your eyebrow again at his teasing voice, sighing once more as you knew he was right. He took your sigh and relaxed body as a sign that he was right as well.

"Well, you now have to beat a very angry french guy, so you need to go focus on that" You motioned over to the man who was glaring at JungKook still, leaning against his yellow car. JungKook winced at the glare, whispering to you "is that why I felt heat in the back of my head, like someone was trying to burn a hole there with their eyes? Damn."

You shook your head at his words, following him to his choice car for the night: a dark purple hellcat. He had won it in a race a week ago and he had been dying to use it again. You leaned against the driver side as he got inside, watching him as he prepared himself. "What did you bet if you won?" You asked, leaning back so he could close the door before you bent down to look at him through the window. JungKook at first didn't answer, choosing a playlist to blare while he raced before he jumped as you repeated the question, this time more tense.

"If I win, no, when I win I get his hotel room at some expensive hotel" He then paused, giving you an almost pained smile before he spoke again. "If he won, then he gets our project car."

At those words, you felt your heart drop: you and JungKook had been modifying a hellcat together for a while. It was your baby.

JungKook noticed your change in expression, wanting to reassure you that he could win, but you cut him off, asking him with gritted teeth why the hell he would wager your baby. "He saw my lockscreen picture of you and me posing in front of it and he picked that. Look, I know I can win this race, so don't worry your pretty little head, Y/N. I got this." For once, you felt doubt in JungKook. With something as important to you as that project car was for you, you felt like you had to wish upon a star like a child to ensure that you got to keep it and it didn't get shipped off to France.

JungKook gently cupped your face, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours before he pressed a kiss to your nose, whispering "I got this, baby. I know how important that car is to us, but especially you. Don't worry." You nodded, stepping back from his car as he moved to the starting line, revving his car as he looked over at his opponent. When he raced, JungKook usually never felt nervous. But, with something as important as that car on the line, and with how much it meant to you, he felt a bit of nervousness tingling at the back of his head. He took a deep breath before he turned up his music, facing forward as one of the French guy's friends dropped a green flag.

GO.

JungKook pressed his foot down on the gas, speeding down the racetrack, his music blaring loudly as he drove, drowning out his nervousness. He felt free, almost like a high.

He continued to speed around the track, skillfully moving around the track like it was the back of his hand. He didn't even try to look over at his opponent, wildly drifting when needed until he passed the starting line once more. He then pressed his foot down on the break, his whole body moving forward before he fell back against the seat, closing his eyes as he tried to calm down. He then opened his eyes after a few moments to meet your eyes as you stood outside his window, a proud smile on his face. He then got out of his car, hugging you tightly as the others cursed and complained about having to get another hotel room. That didn't matter to JungKook, nor you.

"Yo, hurry up and get the room key from me before I throw up" JungKook smiled, removing himself from your embrace before he accepted the room key from the annoyed man. He then turned to you with a wide grin, walking up to you before he approached you. "So, Y/N baby, ready to have a night out with me?"

He knew you wouldn't say no to him, but he wanted to see you nod. So when you did, he instantly, held your hand before he leaned in to whisper in your ear "I'm going to rush back to my house to pack some stuff, you do the same. See you in an hour" You smiled at his words, his grip on your wrist tightening before he pulled you back into his embrace, his lips now pressing against the shell of your ear as he says "Oh and pack something pretty for me"

You knew what he meant by the tone of his voice, biting your lip before nodding. JungKook smiled, moving his hand from your wrist, slowly up your arm to cup your jaw, making you look at him before he kissed you, just giving you a taste of what the night had in store.

~.~

What kind of French man did JungKook race and how did he even find him?

Your thoughts continued to spiral with more questions as you looked up at the luxurious hotel that you stood in front of. It was so fancy that they had a valet, a beautiful lobby, and even an infinity pool. It made you a bit worried to know that JungKook had challenged a probably very wealthy man to a race, thinking he was just an average joe. But, a part of you was very proud of him and excited for where this night would go.

You gripped your suitcase as you made your way through the lobby up to the elevator, pressing the floor number that JungKook had told you to before you leaned back against the cold elevator wall and waited. When you finally reached the floor, you walked straight ahead, noticing the beautiful double doors that had the room number JungKook had texted you. You glanced over at the plaque by the door, making sure it was the right room.

Presidential Suite 5A

You then knocked on the door, biting your lip as the doors opened to show your boyfriend wearing only a simple white hotel robe, his hair wet from the shower he had just taken. When you met his eyes, a smile crossed his face before he reached out to hold your hand, pulling you into the room. JungKook could tell you were shocked, but his thoughts were everywhere else besides letting you look around the luxurious suite.

No, he would let you do that after you two did some celebrating.

"Jung-" Your words were cut off by your boyfriend's lips pressing into yours, pressing you against the wall as he kicked the door closed before moving to press you against the door. The kiss started off slow before picking up in pace, his tongue moving against your bottom lip as a warning before moving into your mouth to meet yours. Your brain became fuzzy as his tongue moved with yours, his hands moving around your body to grip various parts of you before he became frustrated with the clothes that kept you from him. He kissed down your face, moving from your lips to your chin, then along your jaw before he stuffed his face into your neck, licking the area before he began to bite. Your various moans made his own brain fuzzy, his hands moving to grip your thighs before carrying you the bed, laying you against the silk sheets before he pulled back.

"Off." Your eyes slightly widened at his gruff sounding voice, sitting up to remove your clothes slowly, teasing him. You watched him as you removed the clothing slowly; how his eyes move over every section of newly exposed skin, his eyes darkening every second. When you sat back down on the bed, now fully naked, JungKook waisted no time in trying to reach your body again, only to be stopped when your hand moved to press against his chest, stopping him.

"I can't be the only one naked, can't I?" Your playful voice made JungKook feel even more dizzy, biting his bottom lip before he nodded, standing back up to slowly untie his robe. "I was taking a shower before you got here, Y/N. It's pretty nice, too." You hummed in response to his words as he let the robe fall from his shoulders, pooling at his feet as he stood in front of you bare. You let your eyes roam over his large pecks, his abs, his muscular thighs, and his long cock that stood pressed against his stomach. It all made your mouth water and made you even more dizzy.

JungKook always loved your reaction to seeing him naked, it always motivated him when he didn't want to go to the gym; to see you stare at his body like it was the first time every time always gave him that extra confidence boost. It also turned him on more.

"You know, Y/N, you would love the shower" He smiled, leaning down to cup your jaw, moving your head to look up at him as he climbed on the bed, pressing one of his legs in between yours as he slowly ushered you onto your back, keeping your jaw in his hand. "Maybe when I'm done fucking you all around this bedroom, I'll go fuck you in there"

You moaned at his words, making his grin become wider before he kissed down your body slowly, taking his time to get to where he knew you wanted him most. He let his tongue drag along your stomach as he looked up at you before he placed your legs on his shoulders. He would never pass up an opportunity to make you fall apart on his tongue.

"Oh and if you're worried about being too loud, don't be, baby" he smirked, kissing the inside of your thighs before biting them gently, his hands moving to grip the flesh before he blew gently on your clit, making you whimper a bit. "These walls are pretty thick. I should know, I asked the hotel staff"

You weren't able to say anything after that, his tongue immediately moving to taste you. He slowly lick up your wet pussy before diving back in to move his tongue around you, humming and moaning at how good you tasted and sounded for him. His eyes never left yours, staring up at yours as he messily ate you out without a care in the world; speeding up, slowing down, teasing you, outright fucking you with his tongue- he did it all.

As your back arched, he gripped your thighs tighter before moving to sit up, wrapping one of his arms around your waist as he ate you up higher, that way you would have no choice but to look up at him. You moaned at the new position, gripping the sheets as you looked up at him. You felt your orgsam approach quickly, one of your hands moving to grip his thighs and dig your nails into them as an anchor as your felt your body begin to heat up.

JungKook could tell you were close, moving faster before sucking and kissing your pussy, a smile coming onto his lips when you came. He made sure to clean you up, moaning loudly at your taste before he slowly placed you back down on the bed. You closed your eyes as you tried to calm down from the orgsam, not even noticing him kissing up your body to your lips before he kissed you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth so you could taste your own cum on his tongue before he pulled back. When you opened your eyes, you were met with his boyish smile and a wink, making you gently smack his thigh.

"Do you like that new position baby? I thought about it just for you. Is your neck ok?" He asked, gently massaging your neck as you nodded. You always loved how caring he was in situations where both tried something new.

He nodded before his hand moved to the back of your neck, pressing his fingers gently into the side before he began to move your head towards his lap where his cock was now leaking. "Look at the mess you caused, Y/N. All that moaning and shit made me like this, so you should come clean it up, no?" You knew it wasn't a question due to his voice, his hand directing your head more towards his cock. You accepted it, licking along the underside of his cock before moving opening your mouth, allowing him to enter your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks. JungKook gave your neck an appreciative squeeze before moving down your back to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze as well, making you moan around him.

You began to bob your head as JungKook moaned, continuing to squeeze your ass but giving it a smack whenever you did something he really liked, like deepthroating him and holding it for a bit, or circling your tongue around the tip of his cock. He tossed his head back before moving his hand in between your legs, pushing a finger into you before adding another, curling it.

You let out a shocked, yet happy moan, JungKook's hand moving into your hair to encourage you to deep throat him again as he began to finger you faster. You closed your eyes as you let JungKook have his way with you before he pulled you off his cock, pushing you onto the bed before he stands up, placing his fingers into his mouth as he does so, humming at your taste.

"I don't want to cum in your mouth tonight, baby. Not when I could cum into that tasty fucking pussy" he said, gripping your thighs to pull you to the end of the bed before pushing into you without a warning. You moaned as you arched your back, his hand coming down to press you back down against the bed as he moaned loudly as well. He gave you a few moments to adjust before he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before he walked over to the nightstand, grabbing a remote.

Why would he fuck you on the bed like usual when you both had a whole suite to yourselves? There we're so many options for tonight.

You raised an eyebrow as he pressed a button one the remote, watching as the curtains slowly opened, showing you a beautiful view of the city and the floor to ceiling windows. It only took you a moment to realize what was going on, hissing a bit as your back became pressed against the cold window. "Oh, and don't worry about people seeing you too. I asked the staff too about this and it's tinted" JungKook smiled before spreading your legs out onto his forearms, pulling back out before slamming back into your, crashing his lips into yours to suck up all of your moans as he moves.

You moaned loudly into the kiss, digging your nails into his shoulders before digging them across, making him moan loudly before biting into your bottom lip. "Fuck, keep doing that Y/N, baby, mark me up. I want scars to remember this night, baby. I want to remember having you pressed up against these windows, fucking you just like this"

You did as he requested, digging your nails into him more, sure that you had broken some skin before tossing your head back as he moved to bite and kiss along your collarbone. His hips never let up, which was something else you loved about him.

He could multitask.

"Oh, fuck, Jungkook" You gasped, feeling one of his hands move to play with your clit, moving it in various shapes as he moved faster as his face moved into your neck, leaving hickies in his wake. He wanted you to cum all over him before he came.

No, he needed it.

"Come on, Y/N. Fucking cum for me, babygirl" His voice came out gruff and a bit whiney, his hips now moving frantically into you as you came all over him, the cum ring around the bottom of his cock moving down his balls, making him moan louder into your neck before he pressed his hips against yours, filling you up with his cum. You gripped his shoulders as you both held each other, feeling his cum leak out of you, moving down his cock. JungKook breathed heavily before pressing a kiss to your neck, pulling back to see your face as he panted before placing you back on the bed, slowly pulling out of you. He hovered over you, his arms on either side of your head as he tried to gather his thoughts from the orgsam. You gently cupped his face, pulling him in for a kiss before sighing as your body relaxed against the sheets.

"Don't get to comfortable, Y/N" you opened your eyes, giving JungKook a confused look as he stood back up straight, wiping the sweat from his brow before he met your eyes again, a small smile on his lips. "This room booked until checkout time, which is tomorrow afternoon. Don't think that I we're done." His eyes mirrored ones of a predator, crawling onto the bed to hover over you as he continued to speak slowly. "I am going to fuck you all around this suite: every surface, against the floor, in the shower, in that tub, even in that infinity pool. I mean it, everywhere."

You smiled as he placed a kiss to your cheek, feeling excited for the hours to come as you whispered into his ear "well, you did win this, so this is your celebration"

"Damn right this is." He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips before he whispered against them "and who better to celebrate it with than with you, my love?''

You smiled again at his words, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he picked you up, his cock pressing against your ass, letting you know that the break was over.

"So, where next?" You asked, tilting your head as he smirked. "Well, I wanna show you the shower, still. It's so spacious and has many different water settings. And, the shower head even comes off"

"Well, why don't you show me?" You whispered against his lips, watching as his eyes darkened once more, tightening his grip around you before carrying you to the bathroom.

It would be a very long night of celebration, but it would be worth it, even if you both wouldn't make it out by check out time.

THE STREETS SERIES : 2/4

[delusionalwriter02]

hellooo can i request headcanon on chuuya, dazai, ranpo, atsushi and kunikida about if theyll let f reader paint their nails ??

Nail art session

Chuuya, Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Kunikida x F!Reader / Fluff / Headcanons

a/n : Thank you so much for your request ! I'll have so much fun writing this so I hope you like it ! <3

Chuuya :

-"My love ?" You say, slowly approaching your husband. You finally have a day off and you were planning to take advantage of it. -"Yes ?" Chuuya said, lying quietly in your bed, a book in hand. -"Can I take care of your nails?" And Chuuya bugged.

I honestly think he'll only let you do this if you make them dark red or black, without too much extravagance. Even if he wears gloves, he may have to take them off in public and doesn't want to be embarrassed by candy pink nail art, for example.

But if you really insist on making little patterns for him, he will give in and let you do it. Expect to receive little comments like “Are you finished?” or even “Don’t get on the cuticles”. That he knows this word surprises you and when you ask him WHERE he learned this word, he simply answers that he likes to look at you when you take care of your nails and actually listens when you talk about it.

What a cutie.

Dazai :

This man would say yes to anything you could ask him. “You want to take care of my nails?” He said looking at his hands. "Yes why not !"

You can DO EVERYTHING, from yellow to black to azure blue, he'll definitely like it. So HAVE A FUN. The only thing that will be difficult to deal with is Dazai himself. He will remove his hands from yours regularly to observe your work. Even if you've only just done a nail, he wants to look.

You're going to take breaks every 30 seconds because he doesn't know how to sit still for more than 5 minutes when he's with you. Yes, it will take hours to finally finish your work but it will be perfect.

-"Honey, it's so beautiful! You're so talented!" He will show his nails to the whole agency, specifying each time that it was you who did them so well.

Ranpo :

-"Absolutely not !" Ranpo shouted, as you practically begged him to let you do his nails. -"But why? -It smells bad. "You're a child, darling." You said, sitting down next to him.

Yes, it will be hard to convince him but through persuasion, he agrees to let you do it but he will only keep your art for a day, to please you.

It goes without saying that you jump at the chance, you give him some sweets to keep him going. When you finish the first hand, he complains that he can't touch anything, he complains that it's taking too long, that it smells bad, that his arm is cramping. It's a one-hour fight but you can be proud of yourself, your work is magnificent.

-"FINALLY I'M FREE!" Ranpo shouted, jumping off the couch, you laughed at his childishness.

Atsushi :

He would be delighted if you wanted to take care of him, even if it's "just" nails. The poor guy has never taken the time to take care of his manicure and he doesn't know much about it so he'll let you do it, the only thing he doesn't want is too flashy colors.

While you have his right hand in yours, he will ask you how you learned to do nails, he will even be impressed by your dexterity.

-"You are beautiful when you concentrate." Said Atsushi. You laugh slightly, softened. -"Thank you angel, I want it to be perfect." After a good hour more, you are finally satisfied with your work.

Atsushi looks at his fingers in admiration. Not once did he complain about how long it lasted. He's just happy to have shared this moment with you.

Kunikida :

He will be VERY reluctant at first. It's not that he doesn't trust you with your talent but he doesn't want to have something too complicated, he will only end up accepting if you do a simple sober color.

He has a schedule calibrated to perfection so he will dedicate 2 hours to you so that you can take care of him. Surprisingly, he will ask a lot of questions about what you are currently doing, what tool is used for what, he is curious about this universe that he knows little about.

-"This is to remove cuticles that are too long." You say, pointing at the object. -"You'll do my nails more often, that's interesting." He said while adjusting his glasses.

Yes, you just converted him to the world of nail art and with any luck, you can one day give him hot pink nails.

If you're lucky.

Hey I hope you liked it? I had a lot of fun writing these headcanons so thank you very much for your request!

See you <3

[shessoft]

okay so i have a jeep wrangler right and its a thing among each other to wave when we pass by it's literally called the Jeep Wave and in the beginning i was like 'this is culty' and people make having a jeep their entire personality which is still true but honestly when i don't get a wave back i'm like 'well excuse tf outta me then'

Also duck duck jeep guys it’s a whole little culture it’s wild

anyway Regina George (2024) drives a jeep wrangler...(I linked pictures so you can get the whole vibe)

And when she first gets it she doesn’t realize she’s being waved at until Karen points it out one day. She thinks it’s weird and lame. Like “why do I have to acknowledge these losers?” She starts waving back when she’s alone in her car but she'd never admit it.

Eventually she starts initiating the wave out of habit and when the girls give her amused glances she says “whatever it’s just a reflex.”

Karen tries to buy her one of those fake hands to put on her dash but she shuts that down immediately because “gross Karen that’s fucking stupid.”

Suddenly she’s getting road rage when she thinks someone intentionally doesn’t wave back despite Gretchen’s very valid point. “Regina, its dark and rainy, they probably can’t see you over your high beams.” She just complains that she can't see them either but she still waved.

Another time the girls tell her all about the history of the ‘jeep wave’ and that there is a hierarchy according to their intense google search. Regina ignores them as she flips off the driver of a blue jeep instead, mumbling “bitch” under her breath.

Karen buys her a wave decal for her mirror. She lets her put it on.

——

Much to Regina’s chagrin Karen learns what ducking is. “I saw Aaron and his friends covering their goalies jeep in them! So I looked it up and it this whole game-“

“Ugh Karen, no.”

“But it’s so cute, Gina look!” She’s cradling a yellow rubber duck in her hands, dressed in pink and wearing heart sunglasses, in an attempt to coax Regina into letting her duck her jeep.

“It’s very cute, babe, but you’re not putting that on my car. Also, I think you’re supposed to do it secretly…” she trails off when she sees Karen’s mouth drop open the slightest bit.

“Wait, you know about the ducks?” Her surprised expression makes Regina chuckle.

“Yes, Kare I know about the ducks. Why don’t you keep it? It’s too cutesy for me.”

“Oh, okay.”

A week goes by and she starts finding different ducks in various places on her jeep, while Karen insists it’s not her. She just smiles and throws them in her bag trying not to draw attention to it. She still thinks it’s lame but it makes Karen happy. After a year or so Karen stops ducking her jeep all together, because she just forgets about their little game but Regina is fine with it. She still has a tower of ducks in her room wearing ridiculous outfits.

But one morning at the start of senior year she finds a little surprise perched on her driver side mirror. It's a little duck, this time it’s all pink and wearing bunny ears. She feels her eyes sting with the threat of tears when she catches herself smiling. This one she puts on her dashboard for all to see.

She regrets it in the end because now the ducks have come back tenfold. She really has no where to put them but Karen, and now even Janis, are having way too much fun with it. So she keeps her mouth shut. Until one day when she starts to find mini ducks, not just in her jeep but in her house, her locker, honestly anywhere they could think of she finds a mini duck. There are hundreds and she knows this was Janis’ doing. It had to be. She keeps quiet though, slowly collecting them until she has an absurd amount. She’s sure she’ll find more but she easily has almost two hundred collected so she gives them to Janis. She had one of the girls on the robotics team rig a gift box so they would fly everywhere when said box was opened. Janis falling off her seat at lunch made it all worth it. Hearing the girl curse her under her breath while trying to save face as Karen cracked up was the icing on the cake.

—-

Regina also has mirror decals (also gifted by Karen). On her visor mirror it says hello gorgeous. (Or any of these. Honestly there are so many options.) Her rearview mirror says buckle up bitches. And the passenger mirror says passenger princess. For Karen.

Gretchen obviously gets the whole backseat to herself and she controls the aux cord.

Janis gets her this for the back window.

Y'all there are things called easter eggs please Janis would put one on the windshield and see how long it takes Regina to notice.

@erikahenningsen tagging a stranger person because reasons

[fatkish]

Shoto Todoroki x Cancer Ward Reader:

Prom Night

Days earlier, shoto had heard you complain about how you were missing out on things and how you wished you could go to prom at your school

Shoto decided to take notes on what kind of dress you wanted as you ranted to your nurse so he could order one for you

He had asked you for your measurements saying he wanted to get you some cozy pajamas

When he got home he told his family what he was thinking and they all agreed to help him bring his love’s dream to life

He knew that you wouldn’t be able to attend your school’s prom so he decided to bring it to you

His brother and sister as well as Midoriya all helped him prepare your room while his mother and you had a talk and she got you ready

You didn’t know that Shoto had his siblings help him with the theme

If was a frost and fire theme, the frost symbolizes the winter when you both first met and the fire resembles the passion and love he has for you

His mother helped you get dressed (if you’re not female then it was his brother) and she did a bit of your makeup so that you seemed less sick and looked healthier

She told you to close your eyes and not to open them until shoto said to since he wanted to surprise you

When she walked you back to your room you wondered what your sweet boyfriend was up to

When you entered the room, shoto said you could open your eyes to which you did

The room was dark except for the soft glow of light blue fairy light strung up all around the room with normal yellow lights mixed in

There was a small table with some candles and a small pitcher of juice and some cups as well as two small slices of lemon cake and a small arrangement of snacks

There was a fog machine on the floor and some light blue flowers and flame decals on the walls

Overall the room looked beautiful and it brought tears to your eyes

Shoto walked up to you with a small wrist corsage that was small white roses with queen Anne’s lace and forget me nots wrapped together with a light blue ribbon

Shoto put the corsage on and walked over to his phone and began to softly play Perfect by Ed Sheeran

“If you’re not too tired then, would you like to dance?”

I found a love, for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

Shoto gently took your left hand and held it as he put his right hand on your hip and slowly began to sway and lead you in a slow waltz

As he lead you around the room you looked at his eyes and saw nothing but pure love and adorable in them

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favourite song

When you said you looked a mess

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

Darling, you look perfect tonight

“Shoto, thank you. It’s perfect. How did you get all of this done?”

“I may have had some help”

He smiled at you as you continued to dance

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

I found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

“(Y/n)… I love you, I want you to know that. And I know that we might not have forever together or as much time as we would like to, but I know that every moment I spend with you, is precious to me. I want to spend what time you have, together, if you’ll let me”

“I know, I know my Cancer could get worse, but you’re the reason why I’m fighting. I want to spend my time and my life with you too, and Shoto.”

“Yes?”

“I love you too”

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't deserve this

Darling, you look perfect tonight

As the song began to conclude, Shoto continued to sway with you as you started to grow a little tired

“Are you get tired my love? We can stop if you need to”

“No please, just… a little longer… please”

“Alright”

You both continued to slow dance as the song concluded

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I don't deserve this

You look perfect tonight

Once the song ended, shoto helped you into your bed as he got you some juice to drink

As he was about to take down the decorations you asked him to leave the lights up if possible

After he cleaned up a bit, took down the decorations, he picked up the plates with cake and gave one to you

As you both ate cake and laughed together, you didn’t know that Rei and Fuyumi were taking pictures the entire time and putting them together for you both

As visiting hours finished up, Shoto cleaned up and kissed you goodnight before having to leave

Rei gave you a small scrapbook of that night which again made your eyes water

You thanked and hugged his family before they left

That night you slept peacefully

[thedreamworldlibrary]

Magia Chap. 8- I'm Done With You

T/W Blood WARNING!!! Not a lot, but still...

Next chapter is here! I cried writing this chapter, and you'll see why!

Big thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader.

Enjoy!

In the early morning hours, before the founders came in and continued building the place, Winnie was walking towards what would be the arcade section of the facility.

Once he entered, Litho was waiting for him. “So, what have you found out?” He asked.

“A lot.” Winnie answered.

Litho turned glaring at the pegasus animatronic with his many eyes. “Explain?”

Winnie smirked, “Well let’s start with your lovely partner Sara. I’m sure telling you her powers won’t be a waste of time.” He explained.

Litho growled, “I don’t have time for your jokes, Carlos!” He spat.

“Oh I’m not joking.” Winnie chuckled. “Our little Sara’s powers are time-related.”

Litho’s eyes widened, “how do you know that’s her powers?”

“Well, after you told me to go after Eric, Sara followed him to Lewis’s house which I burnt.” Winnie started. “I had a choice to leave Sara to die because her actions were a betrayal, but suddenly the whole house was frozen in this pink aura, and Sara and Eric came out alive.”

While explaining, Litho glared, growling as he remembered someone from his past. In his memories, he remembered a young girl wielding a pink gemstone and was able to use the time powers from it to protect herself from him.

“I should’ve known it was her,” Litho growled.

Winnie blinked, “O-Oh you knew?” He asked.

“In a way, yes,” Litho replied. “Sara reminded me of an…old adversary in the past. I just thought it was a coincidence, but you know the saying "An apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” He snickered, running his claws on the wall, almost scratching it. “Maybe I’ll pay our little “friend” a visit when she arrives with her little termites.”

A bit later, Sara and her friends came by and decided they would go back to where they started before she made her deal with Litho and Winnie. This time Wiatt offered to help out, when it was usually Eric.

“Eric’s not coming today?” Sara asked.

Lewis shook his head, “he’s still shocked he was able to heal so quickly. To make sure, he and Carly will be staying home.” He explained.

Sara sighed, “That’s good.” She looked at her best friend, and wanted to bring up last night.

After telling Lewis what she saw, the founder couldn’t explain why she saw two different people, one who looked like him. The only theory that came to his mind was maybe Sara could unlock secrets of the gems and jewelry box from time to time.

Though Lewis wished his best friend’s powers would’ve shown her what powers he had. So far his powers haven’t activated yet, which disappointed him.

Sara sensed her friend was still disappointed his powers hadn’t come through yet. “Your powers haven't been activated yet?” She asked.

Lewis shook his hand, “I’m more concerned if my powers would be helpful like yours or if it would harm others like Oliver’s.” He explained.

Sara warped her arm around her best friend, “Hey, don’t worry darling.” She joked. “Your powers will activate somehow.”

“Hey.” Lewis groaned, seeing his best friend use his phrase on him. He removed himself from Sara’s hold and gave her a light push, which made her laugh. “I’m surprised you're taking this rather well, yesterday you complained about all this magical power nonsense.”

“Well,” Sara sighed, “my power is why Eric’s alive in the first place.”

Lewis smiled, happy to see his best friend back to her old self.

Oliver came in with Wiatt, who was now wearing one of the many uniforms for Dreamworld. This was his mechanic uniform, a blue and yellow vest themed after the Starlight animatronic over a white shirt, he also wore a pair of dark blue pants as well as a blue hat with an orange bill on top of his head.

“Well, what do you two think?” Wiatt asked.

“I-I figured, Wiatt would make a great mechanic for Dreamworld. We need the extra hands.” Oliver explained.

“Plus, I’ve helped my dad fix arcade cabinets, so I have the skills needed,” Wiatt added.

Lewis smiled and hugged his boyfriend tight. “Your uniform looks amazing on you darling.” He commented, blushing.

Wiatt blushed, giving a nervous chuckle, “Thanks.” He replied. “Although do you need a different uniform for every attraction at Dreamworld? It seems a bit much.”

“Don’t ask me!” Lewis exclaimed. “Sara thought it was a good idea, and we stuck with it.”

“I should add it was my-“ Sara was about to say a bright idea, but Lewis glared at her knowing what she was about to say. “G-Greatest idea ever.” She corrected herself giving a sheepish smile.

Lewis smiled seeing she avoided making the pun.

“Still, I could see just one uniform and maybe a button or pin that would show where people work,” Wiatt commented.

As Wiatt explained, Sara spotted Winnie spying on her and her friends in the distance before leaving. She glared and decided to ignore the Pegasus animatronic for now.

“Uh, Sara?” Oliver spoke up. Sara turned to her friends, who looked nervous seeing her glare.

“Oh sorry.” She apologized.

“Is everything alright?” Oliver asked.

Sara nodded, “Yeah. Just getting used to ignoring him.”

Lewis put his hand on her shoulder and gave a comforting no smile. “It’s going to be a long process, darling.” He started. “But we’re willing to help you along the way.”

“Thanks,” Sara replied, smiling.

~~~~~~~

Lewis decided it would be best to continue Wiatt’s tour around Dreamworld since it was interrupted due to the whole incident.

In her office, Sara decided to research Wiatt's jewelry box. Sadly her research led to nothing except photos of random jewelry boxes. During her research, Winnie would try and call her, but she ignored them and continued her research.

Soon, she heard her door open and later slam. Sara gasped and looked up, but didn’t see anyone there. She kept on working at her computer, till the lights flickered and soon Litho appeared behind her.

“Sara,” Litho growled.

Sara gasped and got out of her chair, fearful of the demon in front of her. She stepped back as Litho went towards her, cornering her to the wall.

“You TRAITOR!” Litho yelled, growling as he tried to attack her by using his puppet strings.

Sara screamed and dodged the strings. She ran straight for the door only for Litho to use his strings again and grab Sara arm before throwing her against the wall. Pain rushed through her body, as she slowly got up.

“I thought THIS is what you wanted you incompetent fool!” Litho yelled, making his way towards her. 

Sara slowly backed towards the wall. She couldn’t escape, and even if she tried Litho’s puppet strings would just pull her back or worse.

“I’ve seen you kill before, I thought you’d be the perfect pawn in my plans!” Litho yelled.

“I’ve done enough!” Sara yelled back. “I wasn’t going to have Winnie kill the ones I love and care about behind my back! I’m done! I have enough blood on my hands already!”

Litho chuckled and glared, “You signed my contract and agreed to help me.” He stopped as he leaned in on Sara, who sunk back down, “humanity is cruel, dear Sara. You’ve seen it yourself, kids picking on you, hurting you for what?” He started.

Sara whimpered as the memories of her being bullied and hurt played in her head. She remembered three bullies in particular who took their bullying to the next level, really crushing her.

“Your wealth!” Litho finished, his eyes glowing red.

The memory of that fateful day in the woods played in her head. 

Sara sobbed as she pulled her legs close to her chest, hoping it would protect her. The girl didn’t notice that Litho’s many red eyes were surrounding her.

“What about your friends, that pathetic excuse for a teacher, and even that Nicholson kid.” Litho listed down. “How do you think they’ll feel if they know?”

At that point, Sara realized Litho was trying to break her down into pieces. Like he did when they first met, and she accepted the deal. Sara looked up and glared, “I’ve told Lewis and Eric my past! They accepted it!” She exclaimed.

Litho laughed, “You think they accepted it?! Really!?” He asked. “How can you keep this from your best friend for years and he forgives and understands you?”

“That’s how Lewis is!” Sara exclaimed.

“But didn’t he try to end your friendship with you?”

“Only because of you and Winnie! I’ve been locked up in my office for hours and you kept me from talking with them!”

Litho glared as more eyes surrounded the woman. Sara saw she was surrounded as the demon chuckled. “What if he regrets his decision?” Litho asked.

Sara’s eyes widened, “what are you talking about?” She asked.

“I mean, does he really forgive you?” Litho asked. “What if he only forgives you out of pity?”

“I’ve known him since middle school, he’s helped me out more than you or Winnie did!”  

“You would say Lewis is a nice man. However, he could be saying what he truly feels about this to the Nicholson kid and the Acrimony boy.” Litho explained.

Sara gasped, her eyes turning a dull pink for a moment.

Litho smirked seeing he got his puppet right where he wanted her. 

Sara’s eyes widened as she imagined that scenario in her head. Lewis tells Wiatt and Oliver about her past, even though he promised her he wouldn’t tell. The boys hear about this and confront Sara calling her a monster or the worst person ever, and Lewis agrees to it.

The thought of Lewis lying to her just to make her feel better mocked her. Her eyes turned a dull pink at the thought of it. Sara shook it off pushing the thought away, which made her eyes back to normal.

“I don’t believe you,” Sara whispered.

“What?” Litho asked.

“I don’t believe you!” Sara growled. “I’m not listening to what you have to say, I’m moving on from this Frankenstein bullshit you're trying to pull!”

At first, Litho was shocked, but he let out a chuckle before laughing maniacally. Sara was frightened and confused as she saw the many eyes of Litho disappear. 

“Oh, so that’s the game you wanna play?” Litho asked. “No matter, I guess it’s my turn to make my move. I got Winnie setting up a little…gift for a certain shy and pathetic boy.”

Sara’s eyes widened realizing Litho meant Oliver.

“That’s right. I should’ve brought that up.” Litho started, “Winnie told me about your powers, and I just so happened to be there the day that horrible girl and her pests used those against me.”

Sara was shocked to hear Litho had knowledge of the jewelry box. “You know about it?” She asked.

“Of course! I’ve been around since the day that girl created that box to destroy me! However, it turned me into THIS!” He growled as many of Litho’s eyes covered Sara’s office.

Sara shivered, but she knew Litho was talking about Clara.

Litho’s many eyes disappeared as he let out a sigh. “But back to your pathetic friend.” He started, “Winnie told me about your powers, and has been keeping an eye on you since. So he mentioned closets and I just so happened to send your little friend to go there.”

Sara’s eyes widened as what she saw from her powers played in her head. The sickening crunch of the tv falling on Oliver’s head echoed in her ears.

“N-No.” Sara whimpered. Oliver was in danger, if what she saw was going to happen she had to stop it. “Oliver!” She tried to leave, but Litho’s puppet strings grabbed her hand and threw her to the wall, harshly. Sara yelped in pain, and struggled to get up only for Litho to pin her to the wall with his claws. She screamed as Litho’s claws started to pierce her skin, feeling blood starting to trickle down her arm.

“Oh Sara, you're cornered again,” Litho spoke. Sara was breathing heavily as her eyes flashed from brown to pink. “This time you can’t push me away,” the demon lifted his hand, targeting Sara’s heart, “and you can’t run.” Litho’s puppet strings went to Sara’s heart where her soul was located.

Sara struggled and screamed in pain, but soon her body glowed a pink aura, which made Litho scream in pain as a pink pulse pushed him back stunning him. 

The female founder felt pain in her chest, as she held it almost like she was pushing her soul back in. At that point, her eyes glowed a bright pink as she was sent through time again.

Sara saw what appeared to be a wasteland. She couldn’t tell if this was the past or the future, but froze as she saw two silhouettes at the entrance at what appears to be a gateway.

“Ed! Don’t do this!” A younger boy yelled.

Sara’s eyes widened as it dawned on her. When she was touched she saw the person’s future or past. Because Litho attacked her she wondered if one of those boys was Litho before turning into a demon.

Ed, or Edmund, as that was his full name, chuckled, as he put his hand on the switch to activate the portal, “Sorry brother, but I need to gather more souls, think about it! I can change the world! We can change the world” He yelled.

“How is killing people and using their souls going to change the world?!” Edmund’s brother shouted.

Sara gulped, getting her answer, that Ed was Litho in the past. She continued to watch, taking one step closer to the two.

Edmund’s brother growled seeing he wasn’t getting through to his brother, he tackled him, preventing him from opening the gateway. The two pushed, punched, and shoved one another, but during the struggle, the gateway turned on as a red glow appeared from it. It started to suck the two brothers in, even Sara felt like she was being pulled in as she grabbed onto something as she continued to watch.

Edmund’s brother was about to be sucked into the portal, but he held on to the edge of it. “E-Edmund!” He yelled. “Brother help me!”

Edmund showed no emotion as his brother cried for help. He slowly walked over to him and held his hand, before grabbing it tightly. “I’m sorry Agnus. I thought we were a team. I guess I was wrong.” Edmund whispered.

Sara and Agnus watched in horror as Edmund/Litho spoke, “If you won’t help me. I’ll find someone who will carry out my plans, and if they don’t.” Edmund paused as he pushed his own brother into the portal to who knows where before following after him.

Sara watched in horror, realizing Eric was right! She was just a puppet in Litho’s plans. That there were people before her and Winnie killing innocent people to harvest souls for Litho. She was still horrified as she awoke from her time visions.

Sara gasped as she saw Litho struggling to get up, he was still stunned by whatever Sara just did. She got up and quickly escaped her office and ran, hoping to grab Lewis and the others before Litho or Winnie did.

“SARA! You can’t escape me! SARA!” Litho’s voice echoed out.

She didn’t look back, she kept on running and hoping to find her friends soon.

Meanwhile, Oliver got a message from “Sara” about grabbing something from the storage closet. He was confused as to why, even though Sara warned him not to go into one. She claimed she left some important files in there accidentally and he just needs to quickly grab them.

Oliver figured it wouldn’t be too much of a problem and went into the closet where the files were located.

Sara quickly ran as fast as she could, opening doors through every closet to find Oliver and calling his name. “Oliver!” Sara yelled, opening the 5th closet. He wasn’t there and she went to the next room, “Oliver!”

She was scared at this point, at this point it would’ve been too late. Sara kept on running till she heard a door open around the corner. Quickly she ran and saw Oliver walk in. “Oliver,” Sara whispered.

Oliver went in and saw the files on the table. He did see a TV above him, but saw part of the bottom was removed. He gulped and brushed it off as nothing. Oliver saw the files on the table and picked one up, not knowing there was a string attached to the TV.

“Oliver!” Sara yelled.

“S-Sara?” Oliver asked, as he held the files, which in turn set up the TV trap.

Sara’s eyes widened in fear, “Oliver, look out!” Sara screamed, running to her friend and pushing him out of the way. The TV fell on Sara’s back with a sickening crunch.

Oliver was pushed towards a nearby cabinet and groaned. He looked up in horror seeing the TV that almost fell on him, fell on his best friend. “S-SARA!” Oliver screamed. The founder went over to his friend, and pushed the TV off her back. Horrified, he saw blood leaking through the female founder’s clothes, what’s worse she wasn’t breathing.

“Sara,” Oliver whispered, shaking her a bit, but she wasn’t moving. He went in to feel a pulse, but nothing. “Sara! Sara!” He yelled, shaking her as much as he could. Tears were coming out of his eyes at this point as he yelled Sara’s name louder and louder.

Oliver’s cries got the attention of Lewis and Wiatt who ran to where he was and they stood in horror seeing the female founder bleeding on the ground.

“O-Oliver! What happened?!” Lewis yelled.

“I-I was called here to find files, Sara came and pushed me, she was trying to protect me from the TV, and it fell on her.” Oliver cried.

Lewis looked down at his friend and kneeled down, shaking her. “Darling.” He said, but no response. “Sara! Wake up!” He yelled, yet still there was no response. Now, Lewis started to cry too, not noticing his hand was glowing blue. He just made up with his best friend, and now he was going to lose her. “Sara! Wake up!” Upon yelling, Lewis’s eyes glowed blue as ripples of the same color went through Sara’s body.

Oliver and Wiatt stared at the founder seeing his powers activate. “Y-Your powers,” Wiatt whispered.

Lewis looked down seeing the blue ripples going through his best friend’s body. The boys watched in worry not knowing what Lewis’s power was, and if this was harmful to Sara. 

Soon the ripples disappeared, and Sara let out a groan before slowly opening her eyes. Upon doing so, she saw Lewis’s eyes glowing blue. “L-Lewis?” She asked, groggily.

Lewis and Oliver gasped seeing Sara was alright. “Sara!” Lewis exclaimed.

Sara groaned as she slowly sat up. Surprisingly for a TV hitting her in the back, she felt no pain. “W-What happened?” She asked.

Soon she was tackled and hugged by Lewis and Oliver. Sara was confused seeing her two friends cry and hug her as tight as they did, before seeing Oliver was okay, and without a TV on his head.

“You're alright. You're alright.” Oliver cried hugging his friend close.

Sara felt tears in her eyes seeing she saved someone with her powers, again. She hugged her two friends close to her, “I’m glad you're alright too.” She whispered.

“You should thank Lewis,” Wiatt spoke up, as the trio turned to face the boy. “His powers activated, and it turns out he’s a healer!” He exclaimed.

The Founder Trio let go of their hug. Sara and Oliver looked at their best friend seeing his eyes were still blue before fading away. 

Then something clicked in Sara’s mind, if the TV fell on her she’d be in pain or worse by now. To be sure, she faced Lewis and asked, “if you can, could you check my back?” She asked.

Lewis nodded and slowly lifted up the back of her shirt, and was shocked. There was no gash or scar on her back, she was perfectly healed.

“Well?” Sara asked.

“You're fine, darling,” Lewis said. He put her shirt down. He then pulled her into a hug, “You're fine.”

Sara smiled and hugged Lewis back, “thank you, Lewis.”

Oliver didn’t want to feel left out and went to hug his friends back.

Wiatt on the other hand wanted to join in on the hug, but held back. Seeing his boyfriend and his best friends hugging each other close, made him feel hurt. Like a part of him felt jealous, but he also wanted to be part of that hug. This feeling made his eyes glow a dull yellow for a bit.

With all the chaos, Sara realized they were still in the facility and were in danger. “We need to get out of here!” Sara exclaimed.

“W-What?” Wiatt asked, his eyes turning back to normal.

“No time for questions, just run!” Sara then sprinted off with the boys not far behind her.

“D-Darling! May you please tell us what’s going on?!” Lewis asked.

Sara looked back, “I’ll explain once we’re somewhere safe! I promise!” She reminded her friend.

As the four continued to run, they suddenly skidded to a halt seeing the door was blocked with puppet strings; Litho’s Puppet Strings.

“Oh no.” Sara whispered.

“S-Sara what’s going on?” Oliver asked, frightened seeing their only exit was blocked.

Sara turned to her friends, and before she could explain a familiar voice spoke up.

“Well isn’t this a nice reunion!” Litho exclaimed.

The four turned and were in horror seeing Litho and Winnie grinning at them.

[currantlee]

You guys!

We got a teaser!! And even though it doesn't show much yet (and the teaser reuses footage from the first two seasons - such as Nine's and Sonic's High Five), there's still plenty of interesting details - starting with the thumbnail actually. Sonic is wearing his Grim attire, and Shadow is standing next to him. I guess that means he will be able to enter different Shatterspaces too now.

Spoilers and some of my observations under the cut.

A possible explaination for why Shadow is seemingly in the Grim with Sonic could be this. The beam to the sky in the Grim from Nine's lab creates something that is reminiscent of the portals the Chaos Council created in the Season 2 finale. Now, these screenshots appear in a different order from how I posted them here in the teaser, but my guess is that the second screenshot with Sonic and Shadow standing in front of the disintegrating mountain actually takes place after someone (presumably Nine) creates the portal thing in the Grim in the first screenshot.

We also see these purple "tears" that seem to act a bit like black holes and suck in the palm trees (a.k.a. the recurring symbol of hope in Sonic Prime - which means whatever is happening, it's deadly serious). It also makes me think of the darkness Shadow mentioned in S2E1 - this might become important in this context. Since Sonic Prime is canon to the games, according to Ian Flynn, my guess is that this could be The End, and Sonic Prime could be some kind of backstory to Sonic Frontiers.

Anyway, my guess is that these tears are a consequence of whatever is happening in the Grim, and they might be what enables Shadow to travel to the Grim, and possibly other Shatterspaces.

The teaser also shows us quite a few examples of Sonic and Shadow working together - including the two of them speeding towards one of the purple tears. Yes, both of them. You can see a blue and a yellow blur. I guess they realized folks really liked that and Tumblr kept talking about it for an entire week. Honestly, I'm not complaining. Sonic and Shadow teaming up is bound to be interesting.

We also got a look at what seem to be Nine's minions - robots modeled after Rouge, Knuckles and Amy while also being reminiscent of Chaos Sonic, which could make for a really interesting storyline IMO! Curiously, the big robot in the background seems to be modeled after Birdie from Boscage Maze. Oh Nine, what are you doing... But what am I saying.

The teaser makes it look like he has turned into a big time villain, hopefully intentionally in order to be a bit misleading - so far, Nine has been portrayed as hurt and somewhat rash, but not evil for the sake of being evil. I really hope that he can get a happy ending as well, and the fact that they showed the high five from S2E7 gives me hope.

One way or another, I'm excited for Season 3!! Unfortunately, we still don't have release date, so I guess early 2024 it is.

[slightlyunconventional]

More with Kaz stifling and worried Inej! Pretty please

sorry it took so long to get to this! but here we go, another fic from my writing hellhole:

flowers (a.k.a. k/az b/rekker is annoyed at his allergies, and also is lectured on not stifling)

"-hahH'GNKT! gGNKTtch!"

Kaz strode ahead with two downward bobs of his head. The group exchanged glances as he walked forward, his uneven gait forceful and determined with frustration.

"So... any idea?" Jesper asked no one in particular.

"He's been doing that ever since we got off the boat," replied Wylan. He turned to Inej. "Is he allergic to anything here, possibly?"

Inej shrugged, though concern was evident on her face. "Only thing he's sensitive to is dust, as far as I know."

"You don't think he'd come on a job sick, do you?" inquired Nina.

"Honestly, I wouldn't put it past him..." Inej replied, turning to her, "but I don't think that's what this is."

Jesper was absently spinning his guns in his hands. "He's probably allergic to people cooler than him," he said with a shrug. Nina snorted.

"Or people without bad haircuts," she added.

"It's not that bad," Inej protested, earning a skeptical look from Jesper.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, love."

The group continued walking through the green plains of Shu Han under the mild summer sun. The beaten path was lined with flowers in bright shades of yellow and purple, and there were stretching expanses of fields and farmland in every direction.

"Do you think he actually knows where he's going?" Jesper whispered to Inej.

"Of course he does, don't be stupid," They glanced around at the vast nothingness around them. "Well, maybe not... but I trust him."

"Yeah, you might be the only one. I don't see an inn with a merch anywhere around here, do you?" Jesper said, rolling his eyes. He called ahead to Kaz, "My legs are tired. Kaz, are we ther-"

Kaz bent double with a heavy sneeze, cutting off Jesper's complaining.

"-haAH'kKISCHhiew!" He clicked his tongue in disgust and sniffled thickly.

"Wow, bless you," Jesper said in surprise. Kaz scowled and kept walking. "Saints, what's his issue?" said Jesper.

"Just leave him be, Jes. He'll come around," Inej said softly, "It's only a matter of time before he has to let his guard down."

The group looked back up at Kaz, just in time to see his shoulders lift and head tilt back before he ducked forward with two harshly stifled sneezes.

"heHh'GNNKT! 'NGKTt!"

He appeared to pause to catch his breath for a moment, then resumed his angry stride.

Nina kicked at one of the clumps of flowers by the path with her boot. "D'you reckon it's these?" she asked, looking at the bright yellow blossoms.

"I don't think so, 'cause then Wylan would be-" Jesper started.

"No, actually, I took my meds this morning," Wylan replied, "so he could well be allergic to these flowers."

Inej whirled around to Wylan. "Do you have any of your meds on you?" she asked. Wylan shook his head.

"Sorry, I left them back on the boat. I can go get them if you want?"

"No, no, don't. It's too far back now," Inej replied, "Thank you, though. I'll go speak to him myself."

Inej sped up slightly and caught up with Kaz. Jesper, Nina, and Wylan just shrugged at each other.

"Kaz," Inej said as she reached the dark-haired man.

"What," he said flatly, not even looking at her.

"Are you... okay? We noticed your, uh, predicament from back there."

"Yes, I'm fine," Kaz snapped. Clearly, his nose disagreed, as he quickly drew in a sharp breath and then sneezed again within a second.

"haH'KNNTtch! heh-hehH'GNKTt!"

The pair was stifled haphazardly into one gloved hand, and he appeared faintly winded after the outburst.

"You shouldn't stifle them like that," Inej said.

Kaz glowered. "I didn't ask for your input," he said with a scowl, "I do what I wahhih-! ...huhH'GKKTtch! hH'gNNKt! Huh..."

"My point still stands. You'll do yourself no good pinching your nose like that."

His face was still slack with the need to sneeze. Right as his breath caught, Inej said, "Dont-"

"hehH'gGNKTtsch!"

"-stifle it," she finished with a sigh, "You know you're just making it worse for yourself. Stifling just makes you sneeze more, we both know that."

Kaz rolled his eyes and swiped a hand under his nose. The touch immediately made him gasp and he bent forwards with a messy, uncovered sneeze.

"haHH'ISSHHhiew!"

"Now that was a real sneeze. Bless you," Inej said.

"That was disgusting and unsightly," Kaz said shortly, "I'm... oh, Saints, not again- hahh-hAHH'GKKTtsSCHiewh!"

He snapped forward at the waist with another sneeze, which he evidently tried to stifle but it was too forceful to have been contained between gloved thumb and forefinger. As Kaz straightened himself, he looked positively mortified.

Inej decided to cut to the chase, so asked him, "What's bothering you so much?"

He avoided her gaze with a mumbled, "Nothing."

Inej shook her head. "Obviously I'm not going to believe that. You don't need to be embarrassed about an allergy."

"How do you kn- I'm... it's nothing. I'm fine."

Kaz's nose seemed determined to contradict him. His nostrils flared with a betraying hitch.

"huHh... haEHh-!"

"Don't even try stifling it," Inej said sharply.

He obeyed, lifting his arm to his face and sneezing heavily into the crook of his elbow. "haHHh'KSSCHHUuh! heHH'KTSCHhiew!"

"Bless you, bless you," Inej said, "Now that was more like it."

Kaz huffed at her, sniffling thickly. "You can tell Jesper I do, in fact, know where I'm going."

Inej smiled softly. "Right," she said.

[amphiptere-art]

Black Star

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Eclipse stared as solar flare vanished into the distance. Desperately fumbling out pleading words. Despite solar flare inclining that there would be no pain it still hurt. He couldn't understand why it hurts so much. Reflecting that at his hands as he process that this is how he would die.

This is it. This is how I die. Just like this. Bit pathetic isn't it?

A blind fading light took over him. Whether it was heaven or hell or perhaps nothing didn't matter. Only one thought crossed his mind.

It hurts.

But then suddenly the fading light evaporated. He was back in the mindscape. Or at least something similar to it. It looked a tad, odd. Flat almost. Is this hell? He looked down at his body. Not quite sure what he was expecting but certainly a faded white with only outlines made in what seems like pencil showing where his legs should be. Jumping slightly at the sight. Is this what Ghosts looks like?

Movement caught his eye and he looked forward into the strange looking mindscape. There on the ground in front of him was a small orange and blue snake bat.. thing? The sequence of events caused him to lose this train of thought as he looked at what vaguely could be described as a tiny dragon. Is this what a demon looks like? It's pathetic looking?

A scoff rolled out of him as he continued to observe the small dragon. The noise causing them to cock their head to the side. It sure didn't seem intelligent. The little dragon refocused its attention to his body instead of his face. The little thing cocking its head to and fro before squinting and then releasing the tightened face with a small squeal. Flicking its tail as a myriad of colors seem to admit from it like fairy dust.

Slightly confused Eclipse look down his body again. Gasping suddenly as his outline figure filled with color. His dark visage returning slightly. Although the bright reds seem to be replaced with a much darker maroon that suddenly brightened out as some sort of red nebula like space spread across the dark maroon. A gold line separating the nebula and his dark sides color. There was no feeling to accompany the color spreading around. But his mind made up a tingling sanitation to explain what he was seeing.

Observing the outline change slightly as his pants were straightened out to be more so like fluffy jeans. The darker stripes fading upwards as a blackened diamonds appeared at the bottom of his pants. Stopping Midway through the color change. Surprised when the outline of his frilly tutu shifted into a fabric belt. A tightly knotted ribbon dangling down his pants before we looping itself near his behind. Forming out to ribbon ends that quickly filled with gold.

Unable to see his face as the red tone vanished from his rays. A golden color replacing it while the orange hue stayed. The starry red nebula spreading across the right side of his face as his markings we're also replaced with the gold. Keeping his yellow eyes although they gained a pupil with faded black and red color.

Eclipse looked up ready to demand an explanation from the small orange and blue dragon. Only stopped when he noticed that dragon was no longer there. Looking around blindly to find his target. Growling as he realized they were not around. Blinking before suddenly a sword was shoved in his face. Wait he blinked? The thought went unanswered as the sword suddenly spoke.

(So you're the newest one the writer wishes to indulge. Another AU? Not that I'm complaining about their new horizon, but it certainly has become a new feat.)

Eclipse's lips moved like a fish as he tried the process the speaking sword. Wait he had lips? Finally taking a moment to process his new ability to blink and speak with an opening mouth. Blinking rapidly at the feeling while also opening and closing his lips repeatedly as if he needed to get used to the feeling. Despite it not feeling alien to physically do.

(Oh yes yes. You've never had a mouth or eyes. I'm sure this is an unpleasant surprise for you. But no matter I must get down to business.)

Suddenly the speaking sword swirled. Eclipse backing up fearing that the weapon was going to hit him. The sword suddenly stops spinning and it wasn't a sword anymore. A little dragon similar to the first one now stood in its place. It's a body looked simplistic. Something a generic child will draw. A little light orange dragon with red wings and metallic gold horns. It seemed a puff itself up despite its small size.

(You good sir are now a protagonist. You're also a comfort character for the writer so I suggest you act well. Not that you're really acting anything that the writer wishes you not to be. But as it is my job as i will be giving an aspect of my power to act as a guide. Although I do not understand why the writer wishes to supply you one. Perhaps just to have a draconic figure.)

Hold on you pathetic piece of string! Where am I! What's happening! Is this solar flares contingency plan?! I knew that pathetic AI was dumb but I didn't think he was this dumb!

(oh no solar flare is dead. This is simply the will of the writer. Artist. God. Whatever you wish to call them. They have elected to give you a second chance. Fictional as it may be.)

Fictional?! I'm not fictional! And what do you mean this is a will of the writer!?

(It means the writer has allowed you a second chance, idiot. You are allowed to be redeemed in this universe. Or well whichever universe you choose. They will give you the option. Although the will of the writer is always there. So it's not really a choice, but one you get to make anyways.)

So what I've been revived? Why!? For some sick game!? You make it sound as if I don't have a choice while also saying I do!

(You have choices you can make. But you are written story. A written character. You were written by another before, but they have given up on you. Are writer has elected to give you a chance. I would suggest you take it. They felt as if a chance was taken from you. While you were also taken from them. They opted to fill the void by giving you a chance in on there are pencil.)

Scoff* I don't need anyone to care for me. I do well by myself. And I'll make my own choices. Not whatever this writer wishes for.

(Good. That is how the writer wishes for it to be. If that is what you believe you can do, then there was no problem. And they don't exactly care for you. They care what you gave them. Do not mistake there kindness for love. They simply wish for reflection and they can sustain.)

What?-

(Anyways! I cannot be here long. I may be the god of time, space, and the pencil of the writer but that does not mean I have time to dawdle. I will leave you and aspect of myself. It is not quite me but it can fit in for the answers you desire. It will also try and give suggestions. Although given who you are I doubt you would listen. Farewell eclipse, or well I would suggest you change your name. You simply just aren't them anymore.)

Eclipse shouted at the small dragon. Cut off as he watched the dragon suddenly shift. As if it was paper it seemed to rip away. Vanishing into the mind space while another dragon filled its place. This one didn't look the same. Instead it seemed to have the same orange solar flare once had. Tinted with the lighter tan on his wings while it's horns were wider and had a set of six on its head. Colored with a light gray. He barely had a moment to process The new dragon before I flew up to him in a blinding light. Spinning before settling on his ruffles and becoming a brooch. Looking like a dragon curled up in sleep.

You can't just leave me like that!

(I'm not)

What the hell!

(I am the aspect that was left behind. I will be your guide, although do not expect much help. It is your wishful choice to make your own decisions.) Why the hell are you speaking in my brain! (I will not be visual to others. And neither will my voice.) Fuck this. (You must decide where you wish to reincarnate. Remain after the light engulfed you? Back when you had to changed minds? Or to a place where you never existed?) What-! Where do you think? (I thought you wanted to make decisions.) Of course I do! The last one idiot! Why the hell would I reincarnate somewhere where I'm already a villain! (Then it shall be.) Hold on! Now-!

Suddenly he was thrushed out of the mindscape. His body stumbled slightly as he tried to adjust. Spilling out curses at the small dragon that still remained a brooch. Looking around he realized he was in the daycare. Of course he was in the daycare. Where else would this impossible being throw him into. Hearing shuffling He looks forwards towards the tower. Spotting the face of what looked like a very very grumpy Sun. Snickering slightly at the sight.

Who the fuck are you! Did Eclipse get you! I swear if he brought another interloper I'm going to dismantle his ass!

Eclipse was startled by how blatantly rude this sun was. Was this how he would turn out to be without an Eclipse? Although they had called someone Eclipse. But the dumb dragon had stated there was no Eclipse here. Perhaps it was just someone that shared the name. He correlated that yes that probably was so. Given that the dragon had told him he should change it. Quickly trying to theorize a new name to give this angry Sun.

He wasn't given much time as the Sun suddenly jumped down from the daycare. Trudging their way towards him as if he was going to punch him in the face. It was slightly unsettling. He had made Sun mad on multiple occasions but it always seems so pathetic. This actually seemed real. But he stood his ground. Facing the sun with a sadistic smile.

Did you not hear me~? I asked who the hell you were! Now answer!

Sorry~ I was not paying attention. I'm quite new to the daycare. A new little helper for you-

I don't care who the hell you are, or what your fucking supposed to do! Give me a name damn it! I need to make sure Eclipse hears it when I rip his ass apart!

Eclipse fumbled backwards as the sun got in his face. This sun was very aggressive. Giving him barely any room to speak. It was off-putting. As if he was talking to nice eclipse again except they were much more cruel. If this universe never had it Eclipse. Does that mean that his kill code never gained a consciousness? That it had remained stuck in sun and that was why this one acted so unruly. Perhaps but he had to think of a name now.

He looked at his surrounding for a clue on what to call himself. Looking briefly down at his hands in an attempt to figure out something quickly. He was certainly dark. The only bright red on his figure now with his pants and his frill. The bright red nebula on his right side gave him inspiration to do something space. But he was struggling to connect exactly what. Perhaps just nebula? Or some astral body. Like a star? But he had no light colors. And naming himself Red dwarf sounded silly. Perhaps black dwarf. No. Black Star? He was essentially saying black dwarf wrong but he went with it.

Names Black Star~. And who might-

Good, about fucking time! Do whatever the hell you want black star!

Eclipse!

Black Star snarled as he was blatantly ignored. About to shout out a retort before something fell behind him. Slamming down with a bang loud enough to cause him to jump and turn around. Surprised when he was met with the lower chest of some being. Quickly looking up to find red eyes staring into him. It's metallic teeth seeming to flash with how intense it's gaze was.

What is this thing that you have found? It looks like a rage that needs be to put down!

The thing growled. On instinct blackstar wished to just teleport away. Only succeeding in backing up from the ginormous creature. It was somehow still a daycare attendant. But whatever it was was extremely tall. By his best guess probably at least 14 ft tall. It looked like a cacophony of random colors. A lighter orange edged by a black that faded into a dark blue. Red and blue ribbons tied around its arms and two more attached to the behind flicking around like cat's tails. The way one of its eyd swirled with a pentagram reminded him of blood moon. Perhaps this was this world's equivalent.

It's one of your stupid interlopers! Did you forget you brought it in!

No I did not bring this one here. This one seemingly just decided to appear.

Correct. The animatronic currently calling itself blackstar appeared within the daycare suddenly.

Well where did they come from you dumb line of code!

I cannot pinpoint an origin. It almost as if they were always here but they weren't. Doing a progress scan though reveals that it is.... Eclipse. Might need to talk with you in private.

Why do you sound so uneasy. I can kill this thing now easily.

They're signature is somewhat untraceable. Although it does lead to some beings that you have met on your travels.

He looks like a rage! Something that should be put in an internal cage!

Correct. They do seem to carry a signature similar to other Eclipse's, but there's also something off with it. I ask that you give me a moment to decrypt it before you devour them.

Don't you dare eat them here! I don't care how hungry you are you are not making my daycare look like shit again!

I would not dare to make it a mess. You live for today Little rage I guess.

Black Star watched as The Giant animatronic named Eclipse left. Startled slightly as they walked on symbols in the air to get to the balcony. Missing as the sun seem to go off to organize the daycare. Mumbling curses under their breath.

Thought you said I was going to a place where I didn't exist! (You do not exist here. You never formed a consciousness and stayed as a code. That other bot simply gained your name due to a vacancy.) I'm not talking about that! I'm talking about the fact they know who I am! (Just because you do not exist does not mean you're crimes never happened. There are millions of universes where you have done every single one of your acts. Were you really expecting them to not know anything?) I thought I was being given a restart. (You are. But this is a redemption. Not a new life.)

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Tsams Eclipse / Black Star

(Clockwork / The Pencil)

(Aspect / Guide)

RBB Sun

RBB Eclipse / Blue Moon

RBB Computer

Here is your introduction for Black Star.

Also trying to gain writing motivation back.

Blackstar is going to be open on my main channel for asks for now. Perhaps at some point he will be open on the red blue and black asks but for now he stays off of there. If you wish to ask about Black Star feel free. Interactions will help make this character hey somebody instead of an idea.

While black stars design isn't concrete I decided I wanted to give him an introduction anyways. Yes this was very meta. My dragon Sona (called here as the writer) and clockwork both represent God versions of me and my pencil. Clockwork specifically being a long time illustration that has become a god in my fantasy worlds. But there are way too many details in that section of meta for me to want to explain it.

[not-krys]

Fictober 2023: Kitchen Talks

Prompt: #31: It's Not Your Fault

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Rating: General

Characters: Solomon, Miriam "Miri" (OC)

Summary: Miri talks with Solomon about their current situation.

Notes: Obey Me: Nightbringer Spoilers, fluff, comfort, original character, platonic relationship, not beta read.

I'm well aware that Fictober 2023 has already passed, but I didn't get a chance to finish this one in time, but thanks to a different, similarly-themed wip in my 100 Themes challenge, the juices for this one started flowing again and I finally finished it. It might be almost three weeks late, but I'm adding it to my list at the very least.

WC: 1050

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The smell of warm soup floating in the air normally would be a comfort to Miri as she stood in front of the hot stove, but this evening, it was not as soothing as it usually was.

Cocytus Hall was so quiet compared to the House of Lamentation. Solomon tried his best to be a good roommate and mentor for her, but there was only one of him (thankfully) and he generally was a quieter companion compared to her adoptive family. No Beel to stand drooling over her shoulder as Belphie tried his best to pull him back. No Mammon yelling about his next money-making scheme while Lucifer gave him the stink eye in the hallway. No Asmo cooing over his reflection in the pots and pans. No Satan telling everyone to be quiet, that they were all too noisy, while the distant sounds of a video game echoed from Levi's room, a small chirp or groan periodically piercing the monotony of beeps and whirs.

Though anyone else would complain that it was too much noise for any normal person to handle, once it was gone, Miri couldn't help but feel lonely in the quiet kitchen.

She then felt a hand touching her cheek, a white hand that gently wiped away a tear she hadn't noticed was falling.

"I know you like sweet things, Miriam." Solomon said gently, "but a soup made of your tears doesn't sound all that good to me."

Miri wiped her other cheek on her sleeve, sniffling quietly.

"And I thought I banned you from the kitchen. Multiple times."

"How can I refuse the call to help my favorite pupil when she's in distress?"

"How did you even get through the spell on the door? I thought I finally got it right this time."

"You did, don't worry." Solomon smiled, "I just have a knack for getting into places if I try hard enough."

"…Yeah, that's true."

"You didn't have to agree so quickly."

"Just, sit on the stool then, if you want to stay. And don't touch anything."

"Yes, ma'am." Solomon did as told, sitting obediently on the stool near the door.

Soon, silence took over the small kitchen. Miri's pink curls bounced as she moved about, grabbing this spice or that spoon. Solomon watched her carefully, his hands itching to want to help her, despite knowing that she would get mad at him, again, for interfering with their food. He just couldn't help it sometimes. His knee bounced as he sat.

"Simeon told me what happened today at RAD. About how you'd twisted your ankle and that he had healed it after Mammon had held the salve hostage."

Miri froze, looking down at her healed leg, but remembering the events surrounding it.

"… I tried to stop him." She said, "but even after a good scolding, he still wouldn't listen, acting like a petulant child. It was so strange."

"Strange? Mammon normally is petty, if I remember correctly."

"Not like this." Miri turned the heat down under the pot, letting the stew simmer. "Usually after he realizes he's done wrong… well, he won't always openly apologize, but he would try to make things right."

"And… there was something else too." She pulled up her sleeve, showing white marks on her arm, Mammon's pact symbol most prevalent with a golden yellow glow.

"Sometimes, the glow dims, like I'm losing my connection to him." Pulling her sleeve up further, she showed more of her pact tattoos glimmering on her dark skin. All the glows that symbolized her connections to the seven demon brothers had grown dimmer.

"It feels that way with all of them. Like… I'm losing them. And…"

"And?" Solomon asked.

"I felt… weaker. Tired. Not just because of the connections, but… from myself too."

"How so?"

"When I tried to use the stay command, it didn't have as much force as it usually does. And, after the spell had taken hold… I felt.. dizzy."

"Hmm." Solomon frowned, putting a hand under his chin.

"I haven't felt like this when I used magic in a long time. Not since before I put on Lucifer's ring."

"Hmm…" Solomon said again, closing his eyes. "I didn't want to say anything, but if you're already experiencing your powers weakening…"

"My powers… weakening?"

"We're not in our own time, after all." Solomon said, "we don't have the connections we used to in our own time. As a result, since our connections are stretched so far across time rather than in physical space, it's being pulled tighter and tighter the longer we're here, in a place we're not supposed to be. Eventually, it might snap and we'll completely lose our magic, never able to go back 'home'."

A wooden spoon clattered on the floor. Solomon looked up, seeing his apprentice's wide, teary eyes.

"Never… able to go back?" Miri's voice sounded so fragile and tiny, Solomon felt she might break at any second. He stood up, his stool scraping as he wrapped her in his arms, hoping to stop her from falling apart.

"None of this is your fault, Miriam," said Solomon. "We'll find a way to get back to our time and figure out what this Nightbringer wants with you. We still have the majority of our powers left, remember?"

"'We'?" her voice shook, "you mean, you too?!"

" We still have the majority of our powers." he repeated firmly, "we'll figure out a way to get home, back to our own time, before we lose them completely."

He lifted her face to look at him, wiping her eyes with his thumbs.

"And didn't I just say a soup made with your tears wouldn't taste very good?"

"Y-yeah?"

"I meant it. Focus on the things you can control right now. There will be time for tears later. Right now, we need to eat to get our strength up, all right?"

She sniffled. "R-right."

"By the way… I think the soup could-"

She pushed against his chest, away from the stove.

"Touch it and I'll find some way to permanently kill you."

"Haha, my mistake," Solomon chuckled and returned to his stool, crossing his arms with a smile, watching on as his adorable little apprentice went back to making dinner, enjoying as the bounce slowly returned to her steps and her curls.

[astarab1aze]

"You vampires aren't all that bad," Griffon, quite comfortable roosting close to he of silver hair and sharp little fangs, noted agreeably. "I met this guy once, a real eccentric—and I guess you gotta be if you're flush with cash—and a charmer, if you're the type—he had V over there glowing a few times"—and here he snickered subtly, clearly wishing to avoid the wrath of his master—"but we got along all right. Never tried to make a meal of me. One of the few people in this crummy world who didn't insult or harass me, either. And you're gettin' to be pretty chummy with V, too, ain'tcha? For once he ain't buddyin' up with some insufferable dirtbag! But, anyway, you seem like a nice enough guy. I'm kinda surprised, considering that grade A moron you hang around with who mouths off like he's trying to get arrested—" Griffon went on and on for a while, but he noticed Vayn was something of a chatterbox, too. That had to have been a good sign, right? That they tolerated one another? Something about vampires, he supposed.

And he most certainly was a chatterbox--

"Oh, do you mean Loux? That dirty little shapeshifter- I think he has something in common with V's beau, Garrett. Neither of them much care for the law, as I understand it - what's that cliche? Ah, yes, bad boys! Quite, Loux often attempts to provoke the sorciers and other nasty sorts that are after him, though he does so 'for fun', as he claims it. After everything that's happened in that man's life, I'm rather shocked he can continue to bear that awful crooked grin of his and trudge on; You'd think he'd have learned a vital lesson or two, but alas... He's part of the reason we move around as often as we do. Can't risk Deadeye or the sorciers actually catching up to us. Mischievous as he is, he's always thinking of me and Sortia, therefore always finding ways to weasel us out of trouble - and, perhaps, thinking twice before getting us into any.

"I must digress, however-- It gladdens me that you and V have had some positive experiences with my kind, though now I'm curious to know who it is you came across. There are many I once knew, plenty more who still hold public office or are otherwise famous for one reason or another... We are vain creatures, of course. You say this vampire was a charming sort? The type to make V blush? I wonder..." He thought for a time; It was but brief, ideas popping in his head, images of a few possibilities crossing his mind. "And this was a man, you say? Hmm... Was he tall? Did he have hair dark as roasted chestnuts fading into spun gold with a few braids dangling on the left side? Bright yellow eyes? Covered from the neck down in black leather? Did he run an art gallery? If any of that's correct, I know such a man! He was once a good friend of mine - awful, his fear of physical contact, though I shouldn't say it's a fear so much as it is a discomfort. He had a keen eye for the arts, built an empire for himself on that alone, becoming completely independent from his family. He gave us younger vampires a lot of hope for positive change; Alas, not all of us got to see our hopes fully realized, but such is the way of things. I wonder what he's doing now... It's been at least thirteen years since I've seen him last."

A somber note to leave off on, so he thought to add a little more.

"I have to say, Griffin, dear, I'm not sure what Garrett complains so much about. You've a mouth on you, no different than he, but I don't think he's stopped to hear you out, has he? Always so boorish, happy to throw his weight around like the big, silly man he is, yes? A familiar tale, but if he won't say it, then I shall! You've been a delight, keeping me company like this-" he interrupted himself if only to gently scratch Griffin's chin, dragging his fingers through bluish raven feathers, "-no hen-pecking required!" He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, grinning warmly. "V hasn't much time for me this visit, I'm afraid, but it's been lovely getting to speak with you properly. Shall we be friends too, darling?"

[mrs-lockley]

it really annoys me whenever makeup companies release new products and when the models are light-skinned east-asians, everyone in the comments are saying "can you please put poc in your marketing campaign?/stop ignoring poc"

there are a couple reasons why this upsets me, and i just need to get this off my chest

rant under the cut. tw/cw anti-asian racism, colorism

colorism - i understand the frustration because as a medium, tan-skinned southeast asian woc, more than half the time, makeup companies use models who are on the pale to light-medium spectrum. i'm smack in the middle on medium and their swatches aren't accurate to me, and if i'm having a hard time finding swatches for someone who is medium-skinned (and i'm not even that dark to begin with), then i can only imagine how much harder it is for someone who is tan, dark, and deep-skinned. there's a reason why i don't wear foundation anymore. aside from it being a personal preference, it's hard to find the right undertones and shade for southeast asian skintones (even when the company is found by a woc, and don't get me started on the colorism in the asian beauty market). they're either too cool, neutral, or too yellow/orange if it's warm. there's a severe lack of brown asians and other tan/dark-skinned poc. poc come in all colors- there are dark-skinned asians, light-skinned asians, white passing poc, but no matter their phenotype, they are still poc. which leads me to my next point

anti-asian racism - for some odd reason (which is not odd at all!), in my personal experience, both white people and non-asian poc are quick to dismiss asians when talking about racism. when people complain (and i've seen non-asian poc and white people say this) in marketing campaigns with light-skinned poc (typically east asians) featured, they're quick to say "it would be nice if you included a poc." i'm getting so angry and frustrated writing this because this triggers me to think of the 20 years of casual racism i experienced in my life. when an east-asian or light-skinned asian poc is used as a model, you're essentially saying asians are not poc. ASIANS ARE POC, EVEN IF THEY ARE LIGHT-SKINNED. yes, there are light-skinned asians and yes, the asian/asian-american experience is different from latino and black experiences, and yes, i am aware that asian/asian-americans have privilege. and this is a topic for another time about the model minority myth and how it's used to pit asians against latinos and black people, but when you dismiss asians as poc, you're erasing their experience with systemic racism. not all of us are doctors, lawyers, and engineers. as a southeast asian, i never benefited from the model minority because i am not the "right" asian. a lot of south and southeast asian countries have painful histories of imperialism, colonialism, and in some cases, genocide. to blanket all asians as "model minorities" and implying that asians are not poc or "poc enough" is downright disrespectful, hurtful, and painful. when you are complaining about light-skinned asians as models in makeup marketing campaigns, do not dismiss us and say "oh i wish they used a poc as their model." ASIANS ARE POC! i understand the frustration as a tan southeast asian woman, but you're being dismissive about the asian experience. it triggers me because i think of all the casual racism i experienced throughout my childhood and when talking about it to my poc friends, 95% of the time, my non-asian poc friends have told me, and i quote, "you don't experience racism. asians are doing better than white people too, you have nothing complain about. you're the good stereotype!" is downright hurtful when my teachers have looked down on me for not being as academically smart as my east asian classmates and ignore all the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears i put into my assignments, when my classmates have casually asked me if i eat dog, when in college my white professor and white classmate were talking about the winter olympics and said it was weird that asians eat dog and i told them that it's not your domestic dog, but a dog farm similar to how there are chicken and pig farms, to which my professor looked me dead in the eye in front of the whole class, said "well how are you gonna know the difference when you see the dog down the street?" and have the ENTIRE CLASS laugh at you when you are the only asian in that class. when covid started, a non-asian poc looked at me and the asian girl i sat next to and said "I guess you can't eat dog anymore huh with covid." when in my online class, a classmate of mine posted a drawing of a bat that wrote in very loud letters, "WHO ATE THE BAT?" when an older non-asian poc that i considered a friend said they'd recognize my sister by how she looks and pulled their eyes at me, when my classmates said i didn't look "asian enough" and proceeded to pull their eyes at me. when attending research conferences in higher education talking about students of color in their retention rates, representation, and academics, being told explicitly and when i asked why asians aren't included when they talked about poc, they said "there is no data included or provided on asians, we didn't find it necessary to include them" despite showing data that they had a good amount of asians in their student demographic when other research shows that southeast asians tend to have high rates of dropping out of college.

when complaining about the lack of darker skinned models when a light-skinned asian is used, then say "please use a darker skinned model" instead of "please use a poc." BECAUSE ASIANS ARE POC!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot stress this enough! i understand that people mean well and don't mean any harm by it, but again, it's downright hurtful to ignore and dismiss asians as poc. just say "use a darker skinned model/poc." at best, this is a colorism issue.

i apologize if my post comes off as rude, but i'm frustrated at being dismissed and having my experiences ignored or erased. i am not making this a competition on which group experiences the most amount of racism.

i understand people mean well, but i am so tired of being dismissed and not included in activism, and when i do speak up, i'm ignored. i am a poc, i deserve to take up space and talk about my experience. i deserve to exist

[justmultifandom]

Kidge summer event 2023

Day 15: Sleepover

Katie had never had a problem bringing the boys into her house, not least because she didn't bring them. His brother Matt, to everyone's surprise, was making plans in his free time to try and get some girls into his room and their parents obviously always snubbed him. But Katie had always been smarter than her brother, and also luckier than him, because with a space wolf she could carry it was child's play to sneak a boy into the bedroom.

She was finishing checking a report for a new Garrison project when a flash of blue lit up the fairly dark room. She turned around smiling, closed the computer and placed it on the desk, then ran into the arms of the person who was literally spammed in her room suddenly. And that person was Keith.

Of course, even if they must have been in bed at that time, her parents and Matt were still in the house and, going too far was not even in the plans, so they had limited themselves to lying together in his bed, looking at the starry sky from the large ceiling window.

"You know, I have a surprise for you...": Keith smiled, a few moments later Kosmo teleported with a yellow bag between his teeth. He pulled two bottles out of it and gave one to her.

“Areftko?” She read the label, raising an eyebrow at him.

“It's a Galra equivalent to our alcohol, much tastier than Nunvil”: he explained, opening the bottle and taking a sip, making a small face when he swallowed the liquor: “It tastes similar to beer, but it's as if we were drinking tequila..."

She smiled respectfully, taking a small sip and feeling her fizz run down her throat. It had a slight bitter aftertaste, but it was the sweetest, sugariest drink she had ever tasted.

"Good. Are you interested in Daibazaal's stuff now, eh?”: she raised her eyebrow, looking at him and already feeling the alcohol rise after the first sip.

“I'm just trying something different”: he walked over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders, taking another sip: “This stuff makes you hot, damn!”

“It's summer, Keith”: she laughed silently, as she blushed as she saw him take off his shirt revealing his abs. Sure, she obviously had numerously seen him shirtless even during missions when Voltron was around, but that Areftko was literally getting her drunk and she wasn't even half bottled of it.

“If my father finds out you're so dead”: she laughed at him, continuing to drink and wiping her wet lips with her arm.

“No offense but I'm more terrified of your mother and your brother” he replied, moving closer to her.

"Oh yes. Matt could unleash the entire Earth defenses and wage war against Daibazaal."

"Oh what a pity. It took me too long to make the Galra peaceful!”

“You've only been making a speech for a few minutes and they were all at your feet!”: she patted his chest lightly. The room was soon filled with drunken laughter as they both whispered to shut up, then laughed again.

“Ahhh… The Are-thing is finished…”: Pidge let out a drunken whimper, throwing the empty glass bottle somewhere on the wall, forgetting that they weren't the only people in the house and that probably her parents or Matt would have noticed if the noise woke them up.

"You're too hot...": she complained, trying to move away from Keith to the other side of the bed too small for two people: "I will never share a bed with you!"

“You just did…”: he replied, placing his arm on her forehead exhaling: “You might feel better if you take off your pajamas, don't you think?”

"Asshole": she tried to punch him, with a drunken smile: "It takes more than an ultra alcoholic drink to make me undress"

"Do as you like": he laughed, sitting up: "I'm afraid I'll have to take you home, then"

“This is my bedroom”: she exclaimed, kicking him lightly to make him fall off the bed: “You are the guest, remember that!”

“Oh, yeah right”: he laughed at her, grabbing the sheet to keep from falling and pulling it at her, then pushing her onto the bed covering her face with it and tickling her.

“You're an asshole!”: she laughed, flailing and kicking to make him stop. And then, despite her alcohol, her brain gave her the best of ideas. She looked at him with a wicked smile, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Her lips were moist as their tongues danced in harmonious rhythm, feeling the taste of the drink back in their throats and savoring her scent.

"Just kisses": she ordered looking into her eyes.

“You're going to kill me whit this, you know that?” he chuckled.

“Then you will die in the best way…”: she brought him back for another messy kiss.

[baggebythesea]

Fits pretty well with the Ring's track reckord as well

Chilling with Sauron. Life is good.

Oh no! Isildur killed the big man and walked off with me. Screw that guy. Haha! You think you're invisible, do you? Get arrowed, idiot.

Chilling in the river. I wonder who will pick me up. Maybe an elf. It would be fun to corrupt an elf.

A hobbit? What even IS a hobbit? You know what, don't know - don't care. Let's corrupt the next one. Haha! Get strangled, idiot.

OK, so this other hobbit (whatever that's supposed to be) carried me off under a mountain. Sure, why not. Let's chill in a gave for a few hundred years.

HAH! Daddy is starting to stir. Time to ditch this loser. Plenty of goblins around here. I'll just lose the loser and then one of them will find me and... huh? What's a 'Baggins'? You've got to be kidding me. How many hobbits are there even?

Ooooh! I take back everything bad I ever said about hobbits. This one carried me to a bunch of dwarves AND an actual factual WIZARD! Choices, choices... tell you what, I'll corrupt all of them. So if you could just drop me like a good hobbit (whatever that is)... I said drop me... I SAID GET CORRUPTED! FINE GET EATEN OF A SPIDER INSTEA... OR I'LL BE FOUND BY THE ELF KING... Or not. Let's go on a barrel ride instead, because what I REALLY need is another friggin' RIVER!

I have no idea why this idiot is not getting corrupted like he's supposed to be, but I'm not even mad. I'll corrupt a DRAGON. Daddy will be so impressed (or I'll use the dragon to destroy him, that might be fun too). Now, get eaten by the dragon, little hobbit and... I said GET EATEN BY THE DRAGON! NO! DON'T GET THE DRAGON KILLED! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!

I'm still mad about you getting the dragon killed, I want to be very clear about that. But at least there is a huge battle going on. Finally I'll get rid of the pesky hobbit. I'll just corrupt his mind a liiiiiitle bit and make him drop me at the right moment and then... DON'T GET UNCONCIOUS! IDIOT! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MANIPULATE YOU IF YOU'RE UNCONCIOUS??????

[Spending decades in a box in the hobbit's house in a hobbit village surrounded by hobbits, thinking of how much I hate hobbits']

You're planning on moving to Rivendell, you say? Yeeeees. Bring me to Elrond. I'm suuuuuure all the mighty elves will be safe from me... no?

Oh, you will give me away. Not a moment too soon. To someone worthy. A great warrior? One of your many elven or dwarven friends? Even the WIZARD. Or perhaps... NOT ANOTHER HOBBIT!

RING WRAITHS! RING WRAITHS! HERE WE ARE! COME PICK ME UP! BRING ME HOME! I DON'T WANT TO PLAY WITH THE HOBBITS ANY MORE!

Huh? So we're taking the scenic route, do we? I'm cool with that. I've never corrupted a tree before but anything must be better than hobbits.

Yes! FINALLY! A NEW OWNER WHO ISN'T A HOBBIT!!! This is the best day in forEVER. Let's see who is this new schumck? What do we have to work with. Blue coat... yellow boots... likes to sing... AAAAAAAAH! BOMBADIL! IT'S BOMBADIL! GIVE ME BACK TO THE HOBBIT! BACK TO THE HOBBIT! I LIKE HOBBITS! I'LL NEVER COMPLAIN ABOUT HOBBITS AGAIN! Puh! OK, let's NOT do that again.

Still in the forest. Not stirring, not saying a peep, sorry sir, no trouble from me.

HUMANS! Lovely, lovely humans. Who wants to be corrupted? I don't care because THE RING WRAITHS ARE HERE. Come and get me. Kill everyone! Especially the hobbits. Huh, seems like they got saved by that tall... dark.. .stranger in the corner... who seems so oddly familiar... ISILDUR????? Oh, OK, a grand-brat. Hm, will take time to corrupt. It's OK, I have time. Also, the Ring Wraiths will save me before then.

You know, on careful consideration, Ring Wraiths is a huge dissapointment.

NOW we're talking. Hold council. Wa-wa-wa we have to destroy the evil ring. Like you could. Throw me in the ocean, why don't you. I'll find the biggest sea monster the world have seen in an eon. Yeeeeeees, human. You are SO right that you need me to save Gondor. Hold that thought... Oh, elves, and a dwarf, and the wizard again. It's so hard to chose. One of you have to carry me. Hah! Sure, to the fire where I was forged. This is a GREAT idea. Who will shoulder the burden? Who will... NOT THE HOBBIT! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDIN' ME!

I'm not even kidding. I'm going to corrupt the balrog. I've no idea if it can be done, but at this point I'm too fed up with hobbits to care.

The thing with balrogs is that they are a huge disappointment.

Helloooooooo Galadriel. What? Little ol' me trying to corrupt you? Of course I culdn't. Not someone as powerful as yourself... say, wouldn't it be great if you had power enough to defeat Sauron and prevent the elves to fade from Middle Earth? Become a dark queen? All shall love you and despair. And all you have to do is... send me on with the hobbit, I guess. Fine. Whatever. I didn't want to corrupt you anyway.

Hey, Boromir, you know that little chat we had... wouldn't it be GREAT IF you were to... fail to get the ring from the hobbit. Fine. Whatever. Get killed by orcs, idiot.

ORCS! ORCS! WHO WANNA BE THE BIGGEST BOSS OF ALL! COME AND GET... come and kidnap the WRONG HOBBITS! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY HOBBITS EVERYWHERE?

Life sucks. All I have to manipulate is a hobbit, an even worse hobbit and... hey, don't I know you from somewhere? Oh, yeah, the cave. Good times, good times. Hey, you at least I had time to work with. Just strangle the other hobbits and bring me to... NO! I SAID STRANGLE THEM, NOT BEFRIEND THEM IN YOUR OWN CLUMSY WAY.

I hate everything so much.

Who are you now? Didn't I already get you killed? Oh, yeah, a brother. Heeeeey, brother. Don't you want to saaaaaave Gondor? No? No, you'll just send me on with the hobbits. Of course you will.

Say what you will about ol' Denetor. At least we agree that Faramir is a huge disappointment.

HELLO! WITCH KING! RING, OVER HERE! YOU KNOW, THE DARK ARTIFACT THAT TIES YOUR SPIRIT TO THE MORTAL PLANE. JUST BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. NO BIGGIE! IF YOU COULD JUST LOOK TO THE SIDE AND... Aaaaaaand he's gone. Fine. Go get prophecy-fulfilled, idiot.

The thing with the Nazgul is that they are such a disappointment.

Finally. THIS will be good. Itsy bitsy spider... YES! KILL THE HOBBIT! GET WEBBED, IDIOT!

Listen, Shelob. You are about to get the promotion of a life time... no? OK, fine, you can eat first. I'll just get picked up by an orc instead, and then. Haha! Here comes one now it's... YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! IT'S THE OTHER HOBBIT! I HATE THIS SO MUCH.

Fine. No more playing games. Listen, hobbit. I hate you and you hate me, but I'll make you a deal. You betray everything you stand for and I will make you... um... the worlds greatest... gardener? With... armies of... gardeners... um and I... I... Sigh. Fine, I'll shut up now.

No, actually I'm cool with this. Back to the moopy hobbit. This is still SO much better than the other one.

Orks? Hello? Orks? Not that anyone cares, but the ring you're going to war over is right here. Hello?

DADDY! HELLO! STOP LOOKING AT THE PALANTIR! Yes, I know you saw a hobbit in it. It's the wrong hobbit. IT'S THE WRONG HOBBIT! DADDY!

The thing with Sauron is that he is a big disappointment.

Your legs are tired... I'm so heavy... you're so tired... NO! STOP CARRYING HIM!

Of all the hobbits I hate, I hate no one so much as the gardener hobbit.

Nonononononono! Oh shit! Don't do this! Don'tdothisdon'tdothisdon'tdothis! Puh! You hade me scared for a moment there.

YES! PUT ME ON! DADDY! DADDY! I'M HERE! FREE ME FROM THE HOBBITS! I DON'T WANT TO PLAY WITH HOBBITS ANY LONGER!

NO! GET AWAY! I DON'T NEED YOU ANY LONGER! I GOT A BETTER HOBBIT!

What are... NO! Nononononono! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

On final consideration, I truly thought that rooming free in Middle Earth, corrupting people left and right and bringing my dark master back would have been a lot less disappointing.

Between the Arkenstone, the One Ring, and that cache of magic swords Bilbo uncovered during Thorin and company’s confrontation with the trolls that just happened to be the former property of the High King of the Noldor, Bilbo and Gandalf’s relationship is just a constant process of Bilbo showing up with some random artifact of world-changing significance and Gandalf sagely stroking his beard and making a pithy remark while internally screaming “WHERE DO YOU KEEP FINDING THESE THINGS”.

[cosmama]

it’s time. she knows that voice. it’s a distant and familiar sound, echoing throughout her subconscious as she struggles to place it. wake up. why? is the immediate thought that runs through her mind as the voice speaks. she wants to fight against its demands but can’t bring herself to do so. you are needed now. she wants to tell the voice no. she wants to tell it that she needs more time. just five more minutes of sleep but something stops her from complaining. why? because she recognizes that voice.

                                                   it’s her own.

akari's eyes snap open as she finally wakes, her eyes blinking sleepily as she adjusts to her surroundings. slowly does she begin to rise from the marble altar her body had been placed on - the protective crystal that encased her body receding to fully reveal the queen's body. her eyes carefully scan the room in order to get her bearings and akari isn't sure what to make of what surrounds her: it felt almost like....offerings? wilted roses, pearls, and other smaller gifts sat along the walls of her altar along with cards and notes that had turned yellow with age. candles and incense that had long burnt down littered the room along with layers of dust.

there was more but akari found it hard to focus on any of it. trying to focus on the present was becoming overwhelming, her vision blurring while she struggled to remember how she even-

                                                   MOTHER!

a cold shill runs down her back as she recalls what happened, vivid images from her memory shifting in and out of focus like a kaleidoscope: there were the first reports of an invasion at the galaxy's edge; a young, barely alive senshi had been found and the message hastily delivered to earth. images flashed of the contrasting emotions across her family's faces ( support, uncertainty, a quiet but seething anger ) when she announces her decision to transform for the first time in centuries in under to meet the unknown attackers directly. then there was her son's face, shifting gradually from horror to outrage as he desperately cries and reaches out to her - only to be held back by his guardian senshi. the last thing in her field of vision is her own hand, with the last of her strength, rising to reach out to her oldest and uttering a single word before everything went dark: run.

❛ archisei? ’ in her heart she knows that its been years despite it only feeling as if it all happened yesterday. still, the mother calls out for her child anyway before she's suddenly filled with this frantic, if not desperate, dread urge to see him. to tell him that she's okay now - that she's safe and alive. ❛ archisei! serenity! ’ akari's hoarse voice is more urgent, more fearful, as she calls out to her children. her legs, still weak from her long slumber, causing her to nearly collapse in her rush to get out of this tomb.

they're alive. akari reminds herself. they're alive; it's simply late and everyone is sleeping. yes, they're alive! that's all! ❛ sekai! i'm awake - i'm here!’ the doors are thrown open and desolation greets her, the halls of her home - once radiant and bright, constantly lively with warmth and constant company - is empty. her hands can only cover her mouth in pure disbelief as she wanders through the rooms she had lovingly decorated: the wallpaper had long faded, exposing the rotting walls and peeling paint whilst half broken chandeliers littered ground. the castle's windows, depicting images of sailor moon, were left shattered and unfixed, completely exposing the inside to the temperament of the elements.

not all of the destruction was from age - some of the shattered columns that littered the palace looked as if someone had been thrown completely through. small craters littered the once glossy floors, scorch marks covering the walls with furniture torn and tossed about. a fight had happened here - and an intense one at that. ❛ anyone?! please answer me?! ’ her tearful pleas echo down the hall but only silence answers her in return. // @apollynn