#let him oooout

[99corentine]

This is awesome, I was so hoping Necrom would give us a little bit of Miraak lore (now if only we could have some more of it).

I REALLY want to know what 'dragon faced monster' means though, because imo Miraak's mask looks like a seeker, not a dragon face. Did the mask used to be a different shape? Did the devs really like that one Miraak follower mod where he's half dragon and make that canon? Has he been an argonian this whole time? (as an aside probably not; no tail and his in game model is very humanoid)

I love the patient yet threatening turn of phrase too: 'But if you fail me, Sabinius, I will still be here. And I will be very angry about that'. Maximum disapproving dad cult leader.

Went looking for crumbs and got some

[whoisneo404]

nick kissing headcannons??

Kisses.

I just know that this man LOVES kisses.

he needs at least 20 kisses every day or he'll be grumpy.

he's fine with one or two peaks, but he doesn't classify them as kisses. for him a real kiss is a full make out session.

he loves being grabbed by the hair. PULL AND PUSH HIM BY THE HAIR, he loves it, eats that shit up.

likes to feel you close when you kiss, puts his arms around you to pull you closer, and will make you sit on his lap when the two of you are in his/your room.

isn't the biggest fan of PDA, buuuuut, will steal a few kisses from you here and there. he'll do it even more if they get you shy or nervous.

literaly can't live without your kisses, will tell you to come to his house or if he can go to your place just bcs he wanted to kiss you);

always pulls the ''one more'' card when you or him have to go, but he can't get enough of your kisses);

he also loves kissing your cheeks and neck.

loves it when you do the same.

gets grumpy when he doesn't get a good morning or good night kiss.

''LET'S MAKE OOOOUT!!!!!''

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 54)

“How are you feeling?” N asked as Uzi laid belly down on the bed, she looked deflated, she hadn't thrown up again, but her core was still fluttering periodically, making her nauseous and dizzy and kinda feeling like she'd been hit with a brick. She'd gotten dressed (with N's help). But had laid back down to try to stop the room from spinning

“Trash.” She admitted, groaning as she rolled over on her back and covered her visor with her hands, N sighed and sat next to her, eyes roaming over her before kneading into her hair, pushing it out of her face and looking into her eyelights.

“Hey… we'll figure things out together okay?” He smiled, hand going down from her hair to brush against her cheek, and then further down until it was resting on her own hand atop her midsection. She smiled back before wincing at another flutter in her core.

“Mama? Papa?” Tera peaked over the crib, her tiny hands gripping onto the bars to keep her wobbly legs steady, her head was cocked to the side and looking towards them curiously.

N stood up and brought her out of the crib and onto the bed with them, where she crawled over to where Uzi was laying, looking her over.

“We're okay Jellybean, Mama's just a little sick.” N explained, he wasn't sure if Tera could really understand him, but he still talked to her like she could, and she turned to him like she was paying attention.

“Bad?” She asked, pointing to Uzi, though lacking any other words in her vocabulary to provide context.

“Yeah… I feel bad. But I'll be okay.” Uzi responded, trying to sit up but another wave of nausea brought her right back down again, great…

Tera was silent for a moment, sticking out her tongue and her eyelights squinting just like Uzi's when she was thinking, before she crawled over to her midsection and rested her head on it. She produced a few chirps before nuzzling into her hoodie.

Uzi reached down and ruffled her daughters hair, smiling regardless of how god awful she felt at the moment, she tapped her visor, causing the toddler to giggle.

“Hey, you wanna get some more toys from the store? I'll let you pick them oooout.” Uzi asked, distracting her from whatever gloom had fallen over the room, it wasn't Tera's job to be worried about her, Tera should be playing with toys and laughing at her Papa making funny faces. And she'd keep it that way as long as she was able.

Tera's eyelights went wide before she nodded rapidly, vibrating with excitement as she smiled wide, Uzi sighed, sitting herself up through the pangs of nausea and capturing her in a tickle hug. Causing the little girl the squeal and kick into the air as Uzi's fingers danced across the onesie Tera was wearing.

Uzi had to stop the attack quickly due to her running out of breath and her struggle to catch it again, but she didn't let that show, instead she passed a pleading look to N, who caught on almost immediately.

“Okay! Let's give Mama some space, you still need to have breakfast!” He immediately stood up and scooped Tera off the bed, causing more laughter to fill the room as he took her to the kitchen for a feed.

Leaving Uzi alone as she gasped for air, her core feeling like it was coiling into a spring wound too tight until that too faded and she was able to take a breath.

She really hoped they could find that scanner, although it would do more then take record of her code, it would show a blueprint of her internals showing her exactly how much of her was organic. She was… scared of that. Did she really want to know?

She stood up slowly, finding her beanie on her nightstand and slipping it on her head. And then going on the hunt for her boots that she'd kicked off somewhere in the room when N had taken her to bed.

When she finally found them. (Thrown into the far wall and in a disorganized pile.) She walked out into the rest of the apartment to find N leaning back on the couch, holding Tera in one hand as he held the bottle with the other, trying to see if she would hold the bottle herself.

She couldn't, or maybe wouldn't yet, but each day she got closer to that milestone, as well as the milestone of taking her first steps. She could sit up on her own now, her grip strength getting more refined and movements less chaotic. She was developing quickly, she wasn't too far ahead of the other toddlers, but considering her early transfer (and babies didn't typically transfer into new bodies until they were at least two.) She was making astounding progress.

Uzi was proud. And found that once she stopped fighting it, parenthood came rather naturally to her, like a switch had been flipped that activated all these maternal feelings without her knowledge.

N finished up Tera's feed, wiping of the access with his thumb before subconsciously sticking it in his mouth, it was oil, he needed oil, and sometimes his body moved without him thinking much about it.

He blinked at the taste, warm, sweet, but also something else? Something that was distinctly Uzi, but he couldn't describe it beyond that, it tasted like she smelled, like fresh metal and citrus. Sour, with a touch of iron.

Then it was gone, and he was left with nothing but the taste of his own silicone which wasn't nearly as interesting. So he popped the digit out of his mouth as his gaze returned to his mate girlfreind.

“You almost ready?” He asked and she nodded, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, he knew this attitude, when she felt small and weak and out of control so she acted distant and aloof.

He knew how to snap her out of it.

He stood up before immediately drowning her in a hug with Tera snuggled between them, she tensed up before relaxing into his grip, sighing.

He smells like oil and old furniture…

She blinked, startled at the fact she smelled anything at all, drones didn't have noses, or any mechanical equivalent… at least she shouldn't.

But it was unmistakable, N was definitely giving off a scent, and it reminded her of that wood polish her dad used to use on some of the older furniture in their house, the oil was… a given, he drank enough that she was surprised she was able to pick up anything else.

It was… nice. Very nice. It smelled like home.

“Come on. Let's get going.”

Next ->

[ash3nd3m0n]

The One Where Turo is Drunk

(A fluff/crack Lakehouseshipping fic)

Tw: Mentions of alc*h*l, dr*nk*ness

Summary: Turo is a lovey idiot when he’s drunk

Turo was definitely very horrific at handling his alcohol. Just one small glass of champagne at a little get-together between her, Turo, and Clavell; and he was already ridiculously drunk.

“Uuuuugggh…” he groaned, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as she walked him home.

“Alright, honey. Let’s get you to the couch.” Sada said as they approached the light house. She opened the door and guided him to the couch, making sure to prop him up.

As she was going to close the door, Turo started grinning like an idiot. “You’re prettyyyy…” he hiccuped a bit.

Sada smiled. She knew she was, and she knew her husband thought that she was pretty. Sada closed the door, settling next to her husband on the couch.

Turo’s head fell against her shoulder and he nuzzled into her neck. “Wanna go oooout with me?”

“Johan, honey, I’m already married-“ she started, but to her surprise, Turo began bawling like baby before she can get out ‘to you.’

“You’re married? To who?!” His head fell against her lap.

“You! I’m married to you!” Sada struggled to hold back her laughter. She forgot how stupid Turo was when intoxicated.

“No fucking way, for real?!” His head shot up as if it were the most exciting news he’s ever heard.

“Yeah, we have a son and everything!” Sada accidentally let a few giggles slide when she said ‘everything.’

“I have a sooon?!” Turo’s eyes flew wide. “With the most beautiful woman in the woooooorld?!” He started bawling again.

“Oh, for the love of-“ Sada rolled her eyes fondly, yet exasperatedly. Suddenly, her phone rang in her pocket.

She fished it out. It was Director Clavell. Sada answered.

“Yes?” She hummed.

“Carmen, did you and Johan make it home alright?” Clavell asked.

“Yes, Director, we di-“

“Clavellllll!” Turo called out. “I’m a daaaaaaad!”

The phone was silent for a moment. “…Yes, Johan. You are. Your son is 17 years old,” he spoke slowly, clearly bewildered by the situation. “Carmen, how many drinks did he have?!”

“Just one small glass of champagne!” Sada responded, bursting into laughter.

“Note to self; never let Johan near champagne again,” she could hear Clavell mumbling to himself. He then cleared his throat. “Alright, let me know if you need anything.” And just like that, he hung up.

Turo’s arms wrapped around her midsection as his head rested on her shoulder once more. Sada allowed this, but her sides were starting to ache from laughter.

“I loooove you!” Turo slurred out, sobbing once again.

“Love you too, babe,” she said, and started to dial another number.

After a bit, said person picked up. “Yeah, Mom?”

“Your Dad-“ Sada suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. She quickly tried to get herself under control. “Y-your Da-“ once again, Sada bursted into laughter.

“Mom, what’s going on?!” Arven asked.

“Your Dad is a dumbass!”

[epickiya722]

Hi,.....if you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from BNHA? Amd why do you love them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....If you've answered them before, do you mind changed the amswers to Sk8 series....(Again sorry if I'm asking too much)....

Thanks so much for your blog, love reading them ......

HOW DID I ALMOST FORGET TO ANSWER THIS, WTH, KIYA?!

Anyways!

Okay, I'll do 3 since I also want to answer for SK8! First, BNHA!

My favorite characters are (and should be no surprise to anyone who has been following my blog long enough 😆)...

Miruko - hands down she easily became my favorite the moment she graced her presence in the story. She's the #5 Pro Hero who just hops around and kicks ass. She's a "no nonsense, let's get this done" character and I have to applaud Sakaya Kinoshita and Anairis Quiñoes for providing such great voices for her. Both women really put "I'm a badass and I know it" into voicing Miruko. There's also the fact that rabbits are one of my favorite animals.

Midoriya - He's unique to me. He has a range that I like. He could look like he couldn't hurt a fly and then the next he looks out for blood. His green curls and freckles are nice touches to his character. He's sweet, kind and has a sharp mind. But he's also stubborn, quick to anger, irrational. Out of all BNHA characters, he is the one I do relate to the most when it comes to having emotions. Again, I'm applauding voice actors here because Daiki Yamashita and Justin Briner bring Midoriya to life on the screen for me. I could not imagine any other voices but theirs for the sub and dub, I just can't.

Rock Lock - I'm giving Rock Lock love here because he just doesn't get enough of it. He's one of the few adult characters that really did bring up a good point about the kids in season 4 and yet does recognize their potential. He immediately gave me Dad vibes and I was right that he was indeed one. Which is another element to his character I love. He thinks about his family, he is really a softie. I love that for him. When he thought about making it back to his wife and son, I teared up a little. And I'll bring race into this for a bit because it is not often we do get Black characters in media with a softer side, let alone in media not created by Black people. So it was nice to see an actual family man with a job like his where it doesn’t affect said family in a bad way like Endeavor's does or even Captain Hero's in Vigilantes where he was having some martial problems. He's #1 Dad and husband in my book and I take no arguments on that. Also, anytime he talks I gotta to listen. Again, yes, voice actors, Yasuhiro Fujiwara and Gabe Kunda, love them. And his quirk, I actually love that quirk. It's a fun one.

Now for moments!!! Again, doing just three. And I'm sticking to just the anime here to avoid spoilers.

Ya'll already know I'm going to say the Miruko vs. High End Nomus fight. Out of all the fights in season 6, that is one of the best ones. Even leading up to her being Shigaraki's containment. I was actually surprised that made it on one of the recent Watchmojo anime videos for anime fights that caught the audience by surprise or something along those lines. Of course, not mad about it because oh my gosh, just watching her kick ass in a purple lit setting really just... I loved it so much.

I gotta bring up the dorm room episode here. It's one of the episodes I can rewatch and not get tired of it. There's so many funny moments in that episode and to be more specific my favorite scene is when they got to Tokoyami's room. From him trying to stop them from checking out his room, be overpowered because it was 2 to 1 and he is still fairly small (doesn't even have muscles until later) to the showcasing of the room. His room is my favorite. Gothic setting with black and purple lighting? Hell yes! I also love his "GEEEEET OOOOUT!" Don't blame him.

For the third one... hm... I have a lot of moments I like and I'll pick season 4 for this since not a whole of people talk about that season. And I'll choose... okay, when Eri finally smiled. That scene actually made me cry, did it. She's been through so much and all it took for her to smile was to see Midoriya on stage and have a fun time. Honestly, every time Eri smiles I want to or actually do cry. I did it in Mirio's flashback of his when she smiled at him in season 6. She's just so precious!

Now onto SK8 the Infinity! Starting with the characters which was hard to do because I do love them all as a whole.

Reki - he's literal sunshine who really has some great artistic skills. And out of all the characters, his design is my favorite out of everyone else's. I would wear his hoodies and I love how he wears many colors. He had a signature outfit, but he does change his clothes and his aesthetic is something I would wear. I am a sucker for colors and hoodies. Also, love hearing

Sketchy - Yes, that little pet is a favorite. He's just so freaking adorable??? Sassy little creature.

Nanako - Langa's mom is just so amazing. That woman really is just trying her best to be a good mom and you know she really does love her son and her late husband. She reminds me of Inko, Midoriya’s mom. Just a woman who has a kind heart and wants nothing but her son to be okay and safe.

And now for moments!!

The beach episode is overall is a favorite. I love that episode as a whole. It was a very funny episode... then episode 7 happened. I never thought the number 7 would betray me.

I really love that part where Reki and Langa were fixing skateboard, it's such a sweet moment.

The part in the epilogue with the Kyan family! As a big sister, it warmed my heart seeing another big bro Reki moment with the twins! IT WAS SO ADORABLE!!

[solidwater05]

current opinions of the main punctuation verse cast?

Oh boy, this again! These are in no particular order

Sys: she's very fun! I ended up really liking all her interactions with other characters, and I'm actually very glad they don't abuse their powers because that was my biggest fear when they were first introduced. I wanna know who the blue voice is. They kinda give me antivirus vibes?

Select: "little guy!! oh he's a little fucked up actually". They're not given enough credit for saving the world, but that's understandable given how many times the world was in danger. It gets more and more fucked up with every post and honestly? Good for him. Congrats on the ambiguous (boy)friend and the slime son

Unskilled: As I said before, they're a little shit (affectionate) and very silly (concerning). I'm glad they're going out more and talking with more people. They're dating a murderous face now which is interesting to say the least, but they're strangely compatible...?

Mini: Let them oooout! It doesn't deserve this! I hope the ice scars don't turn them back into an ice person or something

Nef: for some reason I don't have anything to say about them despite him being one of the most active members. Sorry!

Prof: probably the embodiment of 'god give me patience/if god gave me strength you'd be dead'.

Cmd: They really fell in love with the first person they truly connected with. Good for them but god, maybe they're moving a bit too fast- (same goes for Sys, I don't wanna type it twice). It's nice that he's thinking more about himself

I think those are all the characters that have been active a lot recently? There's also Terro and Vance who are mains but haven't been active in a while so I don't really remember them well enough to have specific opinions

[miratenebrarum]

"Nope!"

What a rollercoaster of emotions! From angry, to sad, to confused, and now he's just... worried? Scared, maybe?? Nonsense, he never get scared.

...heights don't count.

"Nooo no no no, don't pull a 'I missed you'! It's still weird!"

He smiled sure but. God. Smiling is hard!! He was freaking oooout!!!!

"It doesn't change the fact that you're here, and that's strange, right?" Arma left his hand, turning back into a crow, carefully flying around Rachel... and if she could, she would've just shrugged at him. "You have to be on my side, by the way."

' I am. '

"Well, then go around and check if anyone is trying to raise the dead! Because that's weird!!"

His hands went to his eyes as he decided to keep on with his tantrum, letting out the loudest groan ever before moving down, in a squatting position. And lifting a single finger. Give him a second.

...Castle is probably having a field day, up in his stupid hill.

"I didn't go through all that for nothing."

A grumble under his breath, a tired sigh, and he finally took an unnecessary deep breath.

"So you just-- appeared here. Out of the blue."

‘Have I finally reached him?’ Rachel thought. She hoped she did, she was beginning to get worried he’d brush her off. He didn’t look very convinced in the beginning. His grip had tightened on his sword, his eyes rolled as she seemed to state the obvious – But the more she spoke about that night in particular, the more he seemed to realize something was up. Because only she knew of that night. Nobody else.

Her gaze softened, both at his and in relief when Arma moved from her neck. A big sigh of relief escaped her lips as she felt a little more relaxed, not having to worry about a sword being pointed at her throat, threatening to cut her at any given moment. Then again, he could’ve easily done so earlier. Rachel knew if Karl was to strike, she could not stop him. She was simply not strong enough. However, he hadn’t.

His cheerful demeanor fell, replaced by confusion. He looked as if he had seen a ghost, which had spooked him. Rachel was dead, right? She had to be, he saw it. But here she was, telling him these events that she remembered. It wasn’t fake, this wasn’t made up. This wasn’t a sick prank being pulled on him. It was real. Frightening, even.

“Oh, Karl…” Rachel smiled softly, inching ever so slightly closer. But not too close.

“I don’t remember much of what happened myself. I just know that… It’s been quite a while since I’ve been awake. Since I’ve been able to see you. A lot has happened… I’m not quite caught up.” She admitted.

“And I know all of this must seem crazy to you, but… Even so –

I’ve missed you dearly, Karl.”

[eolande]

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 awwwww daimon is so kind. his ominous visage offers PEERLESS (!!!!) protection. he's such an angel. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[jjkyaoi]

haha. fuck.

[birthdaycakeplate]

Back in peacetime -after cycles of exhaustion and almost dying on a foreign planet- and Optimus is still being disrespected on the regular, so he’s assigned repair crew business again.

Rebuilding the Iacon tower to fit war frames and house more occupants in legislature, overseeing menial, laborious work.

And Megatron, a very influential important figure in a peaceful Cybertron, can not -CAN NOT- stop watching this bot on hands and knees, welding and screwing and operating heavy machinery. Crawling around from square inch to square inch, BUSY.

Busy boy with some busy hands.

Megatron will entertain any and every thing in the universe that’s explicitly stupid and regressive from Magnus, if it means getting to watch that little trucker hammer some dents out on his way to the council room, baby.

[ask-36-e]

“Oh, thirty-six. Th-the real question is, what didn’t happen last night~?”

Rick waggled his brow suggestively before taking a dainty sip from his olive decorated glass with a pinkie outstretched. If the audacious flirtatiousness oozing from his tone wasn’t enough, the way he languidly trailed eyes over up and down over his doppelgänger would seal the deal. He had taken notice when 36 flustered…

“Chill oooout, ‘6, c-calm down. Th-those whack ass mutant Ricks? Y-you took care of it. And look at you, y-you’re fine! Everything’s just great.” The scummy drug dealer reassured nonchalantly with a lazy flick of the wrist, his voice as slick as honey. “L-like I said, relax. You’re at a resort, a-aaand it happens to be a really nice one.”

Now that he mentioned it, the room they were in did a look a little… picturesque. The marble floors covered by animal skin rugs from strangely patterned beasts, the soft red velvet furniture, the golden light coming in through an open window from a perpetual alien sunset hanging low over a purple sea…

It was indeed a very pleasant place to come to one’s senses. Even if there was a large heart shaped bed in the room, which probably had some interesting connotations of it’s own.

“C-can you get up yet? W-we’ve got masseuses coming in five minutes and baby, I need to get m-my back worked on. Y’know, after what you did to it.”

---------------------------------------------------

“Oh, thirty-six. Th-the real question is, what didn’t happen last night~?”

The other half of 36’s partially raised brow perked up. What didn’t happen?

“Chill oooout, ‘6, c-calm down. Th-those whack ass mutant Ricks? Y-you tookcare of it. And look at you, y-you’re fine! Everything’s just great.”

“I...I did?”

“L-like I said, relax. You’re at a resort, a-aaand it happens to be a really nice one.”

Damnit that voice. The way he spoke – the man had a way to make 36 believe almost anything. He just made it sound so good. Maybe it just made him want to believe it.

He didn’t remember taking care of the transformed Ricks but...what choice did he have but to believe it? His brain was fuzzy like it had grown mold over the memory.

36 finally took a moment to actually study his surroundings. His eyes widened a bit – he’d never stayed anywhere this nice and picturesque before in his life. When he lived on the citadel sure there were places like this, but he’d never bothered to take the time off to actually look into whether they were all that or not. Marble floors, exotic skin rugs, the immaculate lighting...and the nanobots were also helping with his pain. As his eyes continued to move across the room he noticed the heart shaped bed, which made his face flush all over again. Was he sore from whatever he did to those Ricks or from…?

“C-can you get up yet? W-we’ve got masseuses coming in five minutes and baby, I need to get m-my back worked on. Y’know, after what you did to it.”

Ricks words brought him back to the present. “O-oh uh...L-let me see…”

36 managed to move his legs, mostly pain free at this point, over the edge of the chair, placing his feet on the floor. He pushed himself up to his feet. A bit shaky but he could at least balance. That felt like a great improvement from only minutes before. He stretched, a couple of joints popping as he did so. Clearly he’d been sitting there a while. “Oogh...y-yeah I think...I-I think I’m okay. Th...thanks.”

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[lacobscur]

Rattles the bars of the Servant Suitcase. Let him out! Free him! Free the knight!

[michaelaftonsluv]

AAAH i have an idea for a part two to the crack baby fanfic lol

maybe michael kinda breaks down n we comfort him n all that blah blah, and he falls asleep on the couch

MAYYYBE and hear me out, william pulls up to the house asking "ohh is my son here i need to talk to him" in a 'calm' voice but we can tell hes ready to bounce off the walls at anytime, so we lie and say "ooohhhh nahhh i haven't seen him since like yesterday" and willy leaves

turns oooout michael was awake and listened to us lie to willy for his safety and hes grateful ig idk

i'm not a writer so i just thought of this yeahhh

Yoo I did this!! Here it is

crack baby (part one) here!

Hope you like part two :) Thank you all for the love on part one.

crack baby part two

bite of ‘83 michael x reader

genre: angst

12:56 A.M.

The clock in your living room showed.

Michael had stopped sniffling by now, and was now fast asleep in your lap, drooling. You took this opportunity to slowly take his shoes off for him and gently place them next to the sofa.

Before this, when you confronted him about the whole blood on his shoes thing, he just completely broke down.

“I’m sorry to incon-inconvenience you.” He sniffled. “I just cannot face my fa-father right now, he’ll actually ki-kill me. He’s capable of so much.” He choked out, his British accent was very clear throughout his stuttering.

Poor Michael looked so scared.

“That’s okay. I can let you live here for a little bit, I just have to find a way to hide you from my parents.” You smiled. He gave a half smile and cuddled up on your couch.

He didn’t end up telling you what the blood was, but you figured he’d tell you soon enough.

The room grew silent, with nothing but Michael’s sniffles and the rain pouring down outside to keep your ears entertained.

“Remember when you used to sneak over here when we were kids and we’d watch movies and have slumber parties?” You whispered. Michael smiled. “And my mom used to always knew when I snuck out somehow and always come to pick me up a few hours later.” He smiled. “I guess this is kinda like that, just, you know.. I’m hiding from my dad.” He laughed. You weren’t sure if you should laugh along with him, so you just smiled.

You lost your train of thought when you heard a knock at your door to which, your dog started barking.

“Shh.. shh!!” You told your dog as you looked over at your clock.

1:00 A.M.

“Hello?” A familiar British voice sounded from behind the door.

Shit, it’s Mr. Afton.

Your dog continued barking.

“Sweetie I’ll answer it, just, hold on!” You panicked. If you were to open the door right now, Mr. Afton was sure to see Michael. You got up, put a blanket loosely over Michael, moved a table in front of the sofa. As you opened the door, you could feel your spine tingle.

It was Mr. Afton.

“Sorry to come at such a late hour, Ms. L/n. I’m just in a panic.” He said, giving you a slight smile. “No, it’s no worries.” You smiled. It was no longer raining, so you had no reason to invite him inside your house.

“I’ll cut to the chase.” He said “Do you know where Michael is?” He asked calmly.

Shit. Was he onto you?

You had to come up with a response on a whim. “Uh, no I haven’t seen him since Friday. Sorry about that. If he comes around, I can take a message for you!” You said. Mr. Afton frowned.

“Where are your parents?” He asked, his eyebrows getting stiff. “Overseas.” You responded. That actually wasn’t a lie, your dad was a real estate agent, and your mom came along with him for trips. Right now, they were in Africa.

“I can take a message for you.” You repeated.

You could see Mr. Afton peering behind you, to the couch. Michael was there, but he was well enough covered to where Mr. Afton couldn’t see him. What was he looking at?

You quickly realized he wasn’t looking at the sofa, but he was looking at the shoes next to the sofa.

As soon as he noticed you noticed he was staring, he choked up a response and pulled at his shirt collar. “Oh, uh, please tell him that his father is lookin for him, and uh,” he paused, looking behind you again. “..that I miss him.” He added. “Will do, goodbye Mr. Afton, it was great talking to you.” You closed the door and locked it.

You turned around to see Michael awake, looking at you. You gasped. “No no, don’t worry. I only just started sitting up right now, he didn’t see me.” He assured you. You exhaled with relief. “I was so scared, he saw your shoes but he didn’t ask to come in. Did I wake you up?” You asked. “No, he did. I could feel his presence from a mile away, I knew he’d come here.” He responded. You looked at the ground. You could feel Michael come up to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “Hey,” he shook you, causing you to look up to him, “he didn’t see me and he probably won’t come back, don’t worry.” He smiled at you.

“Thank you for lying for me. I owe you BIG time.” He emphasized the “big”. “Are you feeling better?” You asked. “No, but you make me feel better, so I’m fine.” He looked in your eyes. You smiled and hugged him, which he wasn’t expecting, so he flinched a bit. Eventually he hugged back.

“Do you want a midnight snack?” You asked.

“Y/n, its,” he looked over at the clock, “1:06 A.M.. That would be more like breakfast.” He laughed.

You and Michael started making eggs and bacon. After that, you guys fell asleep on your couch.

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

How to Ask Steven stuff.

Because apparently we need a tutorial.

Okay guys. I know I encourage you to send me asks and then somehow don’t reply to any of your lovingly-crafted little gifts of joy and 280 characters. I ask for questions for Steven and then never touch them when they arrive. 

And so it stands to reason that we may need to explain WHY and HOW I choose the asks I answer. 

It turns out I DON’T just answer every question willy nilly, and I DON’T just answer the ones who yell the loudest, beg the most, and send me the most asks. In fact, all those things just make it more likely to delete your message! (Sorry guys, but if you wrote ‘plz reply!!!!’ into any message you sent me, there’s a 99% chance I deleted it immediately.)

Anyway, to remedy this breakdown in communication, I’ve decided to do a quick writeup of how I select asks - and which asks I delete on sight and why. 

Keep in mind that this is not an exhaustive list. 

Let’s get right into it:

[Text: Reason #1: Future Vision. Ask reads: “Steven!! Listen to me! You’re not a full gem! You’re White Diamond’s don! Pearl killed Pink! Rose Quartz isn’t who she says she is!!!” - REJECTED.]

Guilty of - trying to be a sapphire and using future vision to spoil plot points FOR THE CHARACTERS. 

I will not reply to these asks. Full stop. The ONLY time I did was back in season 1 where someone told Steven he’s magical.

Reason: It takes away Steven’s ability to discover things on his own, and makes even less sense in the meta. WHY would a person sending him asks know more about it than he, himself does?

[Text: Reason #2: Choose Your Own Adventure Gaming. Ask reads: “Steven, you should go up to the lighthouse on top of the temple. Then knock on the door. Then talk to Ronaldo. Then ask him about Sneeple. Then...” - REJECTED]

Guilty of - trying to control Steven like a character in a videogame or an RPG.

These asks get a delete 90% of the time because 90% of the time they don’t move the story forward. They’re just the asker trying to grab control of the story to move it in the direction THEY personally want it to go. The solution here is to make your own story. 

Even asks that have one thing are on thin ice. If you sent me a message that starts with ‘Steven, you should ___’ then there’s a 50% chance it will not be answered.

Reason: It says ‘ASK’, not  ‘TELL’ and not ‘ORDER’. 

[Text: Reason #3: Sex/Violence. Ask is censored with a mosaic. REJECTED. ]

Guilty of: Not reading the room.

We get it. You’re edgy. You Grew Up. You know about Big Adult Stuff. It’s Exciting for you because it’s new and makes you realize for the first time that you’re a bag of meat. You’re trying to wipe the feeling off by inflicting it on other people and hope it makes them feel the same way because you can’t handle thoughts going through it alone. The idea of thinking something and NOT immediately sharing it is alien to you. You have no self control. 

Reason: There’s a time and place for everything. This is not that time, and not that place. 

[Text: Reason #4: Too Soon. Ask: “Hey Steven, I just wanted to ask about how Earl feels about Rose now that she knows Rose shattered Pink Diamond!” ON HOLD.]

Guilty of: Jumping the gun and asking about a plot turn that has not yet taken place in the comic. 

These asks are actually fine! :)

But I am unlikely to answer them anytime soon. The most likely outcome is that I save them to my Big Ol’ Pile of Asks and answer them... someday. When they finally become applicable. 

[Text: Reason #5: Misc. Ask 1: “Hey can you draw me my OC he has spiky hair and anime eyes and big boots and his...” Ask 2: “can steven skateboard? also i love your work :)” Ask 3: “When is the next comic coming oooout? Last week you posted 36 panels and this week you ONLY posted 34!!! >:( Why are you so lazy?!”]

I think most of these are a little self-explanitory.

I will generally delete asks that:

- beg for artwork, especially for free

- ignore the FAQ

- ask ME questions instead of asking Steven, or combine them (sorry guys... I wanna answer, but if I can’t tell which one of us you’re talking to, I can’t use the ask!)

- Demand that I work MORE or that I’m somehow not satisfying your intense need for free-to-read content at the desired pace, because the world is your oyster and you NEED. THAT. PONY!!!! 

... I want to mention one LAST reason that I may be ‘ignoring’ your ask. 

And that is to say, I’m not ignoring you at aLL and instead I’m just holding the ask quietly and sobbing because you’ve absolutely made my day with your kind words and I can’t find it in me to release the ask into the wild. 

(I love you all, I promise I read your ask!! I’m just very bad at answering! I’m so sorry!!!!)

And just to finish off, to put your minds to rest I will also say this:

I WILL NEVER DELETE ASKS FOR ONLY THIS REASON: 

- Your English isn’t “good enough”

I am an immigrant. I also had to learn English. Trust me, a few mistakes here and there are FINE! Don’t worry about spelling or grammar! If I understand you, we’re good. 

Thank you for reading! I hope this was somewhat helpful.

Okay but seriously, PLEASE read the FAQ.

[incandescentia]

This target… they are a particularly infamous one, aren’t they? To have multiple parties trying to get that sweet, bountiful bounty on their head — Tsuyuko is not missing this chance to get herself a hefty amount of payment, even if she has to be pitted against another assassin who is also after the same target. A clash would have been nearly unavoidable, but the young lady seemed to be quite sensible enough to lower her weapons && instead, offer to negotiate their terms.

Well, it’d be a shame for her to hurt a cutie like this when she simply doesn’t have to, wouldn’t it?

“Hmm,” Tsuyuko hums out a bemused drawl, “well, sounds like a pretty neat deal for me. I can be the executioner if you want.” She plainly chirps out her reply, twirling her kunai playfully with a single finger before tucking it back to return to its conveniently-hidden space. “I’m just amused to see how this very target has multiple people wanting him dead, you know? Must be the amount of bounty that he has on his head… To let him escape is definitely oooout of option.”

starter call // @himedachi

Sasume stares. Stares harder. Swipes a hand down her face. Curses her current employer and all of the last ones that led to her standing here. Almost— almost— curses her career of solo work, just because anything else would get her any sort of persuasion skills for shit like this.

"Look," she says, slowly, heaving a sigh. "I don't know about you, but my boss doesn't care who kills him. I don't care to report on it, either. So either we can help eahc other out and both get paid in full, or we can fight over bragging rights and give him time to escape."

[feastofcadavers]

"It has been quite some time since you have been injured so harshly... Purposefully or not..." A gentle voice reverberated in Vampire's ears. Sprawled out upon a nearby table was the accursed one himself, relaxing despite his injuries. Nose already splinted and other wounds still healing, it was surprisingly serene... Though how could it not be with the one that accompanied him? "Ahhh, what can you dooo? That bastard is aaalways looking for sooome reason to beat me to a puulp..." Spoken with a laugh, the drunkard rolled over, nearly knocking over one of the plates on the table that beheld a slice of red-glazed cheesecake- which was thankfully caught. "Ah, careful there, Merlot..." The blonde before him spoke with the name kept between the two of them, deftly moving the nearly dropped plate to another table.

"I know, I knooow... 'don't meeess with the fooood unless you're gonna eaaat it...' or somethin' like that." A heavy sigh was brought from the 'pire, which barely disguised itself as a wince. the drunkard looked up, peering into the glasses of the blonde that had saved the day of that poor slice of cheesecake. The expression that stared back, from such an overworked ex-hotelier, seemed playfully judgemental. There was even a soundless laugh from the blonde before he spoke in that encapsulating, warm voice; "I am surprised you remember as much as you have with such a simple phrase, though it seems you still have not learned to follow it." The smile upon that tired- no- exhausted face was one that Vampire wishes he could smooch, though... He knew that there was no room for that.

The contemplation allowed for silence to fall between the two, the sounds of bubbling cooking behind the ex-hotelier nothing more than static while the two would stare at each other. They both knew that neither of them were truly alright, but at the very least, Vampire speaks of it now and then. "Are you... Are you gooood, Earl-y Bird?" The redhead spoke faintly, not wanting to upset this moment... Which was for naught, as those sunken aquamarine eyes would not remain connected for much longer. "Ah... It is just... dearest Roguefort has not been acting quite like themself... Even further from the usual."

"I meaaaan... They diiid let a whole group get uuup and ooout of this place, sooo..." "No, no, I mean... Beyond this curse business." "Hmm?"

Earl Grey's brow furrowed in concern for the one not present, though it wouldn't be seen for too much longer as he turned and began to check up on the cooking he was placed to do. "They seem... Scared." The sentence brought a scoff of scrutiny from the bloodsucker, which would prompt a quick 'er, sorry-' from him. "I know you only see the outside of them, that facade they have always put up for those that are not close... But even though this curse has caused them to put up a wall that even I am not permitted to see behind, I can still catch glimpses of their truth..."

"Ehh... I don't reaaally get it..."

"I know you don't, and that is understandable... The only ones that would know lie either before you or within stomachs..." Grey's gaze would fall to a set of salt and pepper shakers kept by the oven he was the mansion's next meal upon, though he shook his head soon after. No need to get caught up over what has already been lost at a time like this. "My point is... Bleu does not seem to be handling these escapees well. Beyond that snippiness, beyond the threats to cook me if I do not cook... They act as if any more slip-ups are going to lead to a catastrophe- or as if... As if one is already on its way."

Vampire slowly blinked, narrowing his gaze as he attempted to process any of what was just spoken. Most of it just went in and out, some of it sliding right through thanks to how Earl's voice seemed to just naturally soothe any that heard it... "So you're sayin' that ooone of those fellas that got oooout are gonna kiiiill us or sooomethin'?" "No no, not kill us, but... Kill them. After all, they do present themself as the root of it all, even if that is not the truth at all..." "Huh? The curse diiidn't start with that one?" "Oh, Merlot, I figured you would be at least smarter than this." "You overestimate me tooooo much...~"

A laugh would be shared between the two, and Vampire would roll onto his back, making sure that his hisses would be quiet enough to prevent Grey from hearing- even though that ex-hotelier could pick up on practically every little sound and shift- and making sure not to knock anything else over. The subtle joyousness would die down, leaving only the quaint warmth of a hot stove and comforting friends to be left in the air. The perfect atmosphere for telling a tale. "I dare not speak of it much, as I know my dearest Bleu would despise such, but allow me to paraphrase..."

"...A thief yearned for a family after losing their own, and though a cousin was close, it was nothing akin to what was desired... Through a red trial and a deal made into a trick, they would earn the family they desired... Only to quite literally eat it away, scarring the remains and placing those remains of what was once something so beloved into something of eternal servitude..." Grey let out a breath of melancholy, turning down the heat for his cooking and looking back at Vamp, who seemed to be barely awake. Or- er- was that just how they always were? "I did not mean to tell a bedtime story, you know... If you wish to sleep, at least move to the floor bedding..."

"Mmmm... Toooo laaaazyyy..." The drowsy one groaned in an overly exaggerated means of exhaustion. And though it was obviously something that didn't need to be humored, Grey did so anyways. Stepping away from his cooking for just a moment, the servant would pick up the 'pire from the counter he was set upon and gently lowered him to the floor, where there was a comfortable bed set up just for emergencies... Or for sleepy bat-insect-people.

"You could have at least shifted into your bat form..." "...nnnnaaaah." "I figured as much... Ahaha..."