#like how can you think ‘your life is pretty good though’ is a gotcha in a discussion of human rights

[insomnia-productions]

I spend too much time witnessing leftist infighting on this app because today I got into an internet argument with someone from the Outside World and it was. so different.

Snapped out of it when I realized I was never going to be able to explain to these people why I, despite doing pretty well in life, might care at all about people who are not

[archangeldyke-all]

Thinking about Sevika’s very pregnant very hormonal wife crying and complaining to her about nothing and Sevika realizing het wife just needs to be fed.

And fucked

love love love love love love love

men and minors dni

never in your life have you been this hormonal.

not during your worst periods as an adult.

not during the horrific throes of puberty as a teen.

not even when you were a toddler and a tantrum was just as likely as a giggle fit.

you think you might have truly lost your mind.

you're currently sobbing on the toilet-- you have been for the past twenty minutes-- not because you're sick or anything, but because you can't stop crying for long enough to heave your round body off the toilet seat.

and why are you crying? because you got frustrated by how often you have to pause your video game to get up and pee because you're eight fucking months pregnant, and your bladder's the size of a thimble.

you know it's a ridiculous thing to cry about. you know it's just your hormones overwhelming you. none of this knowledge can stop the sobs from wracking your body, though.

there's a knock on the bathroom door. "baby? have you seen my fuzzy socks?" sevika asks.

you sniffle and try to make your voice sound steady. "ch-check the dryer!" you call.

there's a suspicious silence outside of the bathroom, and then the door flies open, your wife wearing a worried look. "are you crying in here all alone?" she asks the moment she sees your face.

you pout, and fall apart all over again.

"oh, baby." sevika's by your side in an instant, wrapping her arms around you and pulling your head toward her stomach. "what's wrong, love?" she asks. "why didn't you come get me?" she asks.

you sniffle and choke out a few words. "b-because it's stu-u-pid!" you whine. "i can't s-s-stop cryin' and i'm not even that upse-e-et." you complain to your wife. "and now i can't get off the toilet 'cause i'm too weak from crying!"

sevika's face clears with relief when she realizes nothing's really wrong with you, and she bends down to give you a kiss. "our little girl's really runnin' a number on you, huh?" she asks, reaching down to pat your swollen belly.

you nod against sevika's shirt, using it as a face-wipe for all your tears and boogers. "i pee all the time. i f-feel like i should just live on the fuckin' toilet."

"but i'd miss you if you were in here all the time." sevika pouts. you snort. "c'mon love." she grunts as she hikes her arm under your shoulder and knees, hauling you off the toilet.

you giggle a little in your wife's arms, clinging to her as she walks you to your bedroom. "what're you doing with me?" you ask.

"'m takin' care of you." she whispers as she pulls your pants off your legs. you huff, a few tears still escaping your eyes, and sevika kisses your bare thigh.

"i haven't showered in days." you warn as sevika pushes your legs further apart. she groans.

"good. i love you musty."

you giggle a little, then cry some more. "you're gross. 'n way too nice to me." you whimper. sevika chuckles.

"my poor baby. such a fuckin' mess since i knocked you up, huh?" she teases. you nod and pout, letting your emotions control you, knowing sevika wont judge you for it. "i gotcha babe. just lay there 'n let it all out for me." she whispers, before ducking down and sucking one long stripe up your cunt.

sevika groans and you whimper as she sucks your clit into her mouth. for a few minutes, she just suckles and kisses your clit, making you a shaky, whiny mess. most of your cries are being blocked out by your moans, but there are still tears running down your cheeks.

"so fuckin' pretty when you cry, baby." sevika whispers. you gulp.

"shut up."

"it's true. your eyes get all sparkly and your skin gets all shiny-- fuck, you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen."

you huff another laugh at this-- you're covered in hormonal acne and in third day pajamas-- but sevika blinks up at you like she really means it.

"you-- would you just--" you pull sevika's mouth back to your cunt before she can make you any more flustered with her words. your emotions are swinging wildly from the sudden stubborn sad-attack you've encoutnered, and the wild, childlike excitement and bashfulness you always feel around your wife.

which means that every time she blinks up at you, her pretty silver eyes barely visible over the bump of your belly, your heart stutters and your cunt clenches and a few tears leak out of your eyes.

when she reaches up and intertwines her hands with yours, you cum. it catches you completely off guard-- but the simple, sweet, intimate gesture made you topple over into a mess of cum and tears.

they're not sad-tears anymore, though. they're tears of joy and love-- all for the woman who's crawling up from between your legs with a big smile on her lips-- your cum covering her cheeks and chin. "that was quick." she teases. (she loves how easy you are now that you're pregnant. it turns her on endlessly.)

you grunt and flip her off. "are you gonna keep teasing me or are you gonna come sit on my face?" you ask.

sevika smirks, then leans down to kiss you deeply.

you gasp against her lips, relaxing into the kiss, taking in the taste of you still on her tongue.

when sevika pulls away, your head is fuzzy and your stomach is fluttering with butterflies. you blink up at her as she grins down at you.

"you stay here and take a nap. i'm gonna draw you a bath and make you a sandwich-- then maybe i'll join you." she says with a sweet little wink.

you blink up at your wife, and then burst into a fresh round of tears. above you, sevika cackles.

"is this 'cause you can't eat me out or...?" she asks. you groan and flip her off again.

"it's 'cause you're fuckin' perfect you asshole. what the fuck?" you ask.

sevika just giggles, pulls the blankets over your body, and kisses your forehead as she hands you a few tissues.

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[obeymematches]

Hello~! Can I request a headcanon for an Mc that can’t sleep alone? Like they feel much safer sleeping next to someone. Thank you so much and take as much time as you need~! ☺️

ohhh i know how you feel, i also prefer sleeping with someone 💓 thank you for sending in a request & inspiring me, i had fun writing this💫

💤Sleeping together💤

Lucifer:

He is awake when you go over to his room. He didn't have intentions to sleep yet but he wants what is best for you. It is your secret mission to get him to do what is best for him. He gets addicted to sleeping with you also. Even if he has evening plans with Diavolo / he seriously has to work late he insists you stay in his room & he joins when he can.

Nothing could make me more at ease than feeling you sleep by my side.

Mammon:

Guess what MC he can't sleep without you either!! Whew good thing you two are on the same page!! He must hold you with his arms AND his legs to fall asleep. After that he'll toss and turn though. Gets super sad if you tell him no sleeping together tonight. He would never do this to you!! 😩

Are ya comfy MC? Wanna stroke my hair? Just a little?

Leviathan:

Quickly becomes addicted to your warmth surrounding him through the night. Never let go pls. You are a very good influence on his sleep schedule! Doesn't get as clingy as Mammon but damn he is very close to that level. Must get a bigger blanket so you stop stealing it so easily!

There there MC! My only duty now is to keep you warm!

Satan:

Oh you won't get him to sleep when he doesn't want to so easily. He lets you sleep on his bed but he isn't in a rush to join you in dreamland; yes he does lay next to you but he is still busy reading! Loves to cuddle even though you might not remember much of it the next day. I think he doesn't complain if you sleep together often as long as you are not demanding it.

Nights with you are the most peaceful. Thank you  for being with me MC.

Asmodeus:

Gotcha! He suggests sleeping together before you do! Never ever complains if you want to spend the night! Free to cuddle any time of the day if you want to nap!

My dove, resting with you calms me down every night. You look cute when you are sound asleep, did you know?

Beelzebub:

Blushes at the suggestion of helping you sleep solely by being next to you. Very careful not to be too heavy for you! Would never dare to suggest it but gladly sleeps with you every night if that's what you wish!

MC.... I love you so much, being your pillow is my pleasure!

Belphie:

Honestly he doesn't mind if you randomly visit him through the night to sleep with him. If he likes you he is going to make sure you have the best sleep of your life and you become addicted to him quickly.

That's it MC, now close your eyes and take a rest. I'll be guarding your dreams.

Diavolo:

Ah his lonely ass is craving your company 0-24 so honestly he would never refuse sleeping together. Has to make sure he has the most comfortable beddings on! Please cuddle him like his life depends on it, he is going to devote himself pretty soon if you keep it going!

I can't believe I was missing out on this feeling... somehow your presence makes me feel safe. I don't understand how either.

Barbatos:

Hmmm I think he likes his independence but how could he refuse you? You can rarely sleep together though so he isn't going to be the best candidate for this request unfortunately :( If you do though it's going to make you view him in a very different light; he rarely lets anyone see hin so vulnerable!

On one condition, we can sleep together. No taking pictures, you can only close your eyes and sleep!

Solomon:

Ohhh a feeling he was longing for for so long... and now it happens every night. He probably doesn't go to sleep early though so he just joins when he is ready to sleep. It is his pleasure to cuddle you through the night!

I could really get used to this, MC. Shall we do this tomorrow as well?

Simeon:

Okay one step at a time! First just cuddling on the couch, then on the bed, only after that you might sleep together! Doesn't complain though and feels bad for making you wait so long. Loves to caress your back as you're cuddled up to his chest!

This feeling.... do you feel it too, MC? I never want this moment to end.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

➤𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 || Stanley Pines ||

Song Inspo:

A/n: I loooove this song and I think it fits perfectly for Stan 🤭

Getting out of New Jersey...out of this dump town, far away was the first thing on his mind though of course that plan soon went out the window the moment you told him you were pregnant.

All he could think about was I'm too young for this.

Got my whole life ahead.Hell I'm just a kid myself.

How'm I gonna raise one.

Pressing his back against the locker he didn't even know how to tell his father. Running his hand down his face. Everything in his bones was telling him to go after you but he just felt numb, he could almost hear his father's voice yelling at him for being so careless.

All he could see were his dreams goin' up in smoke.

So much for ditchin' this town and hangin' out on the coast.

Oh well, those plans are long gone.

And he said

"There goes my life.There goes my future, my everything.Might as well kiss it all good-bye."Stan muttered hitting his head against the locker.

"There goes my life."

Taking a deep breath, he stood up then shook his head, he had to deal with this. He was going to be a father....with you with the woman he loved.

Smiling to himself, he rushed off to find you. He had to let you know he will always be with you.

Stan owed a lot to your parents for not kicking you out like his father did, for taking him in. Pressing his face to your belly a sigh escaped his lips as he glanced up at you with a nervous smile.

"You think I'll be a good dad?"

"Stan....you'll be a wonderful father...someone who is as sweet and loyal as their father."

Heat rose to Stan's cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and bashfulness.

"Oh stop it...don't start this now. You're gonna turn me all soft 'n sappy..." he muttered, looking up at you he let out a huff, his expression softening even more.

"I'm just...I'm blown away, princess. I never thought I'd ever get to do the whole family thing...let alone with a beautiful woman like you."

"Well let's just say we're both lucky Stan."

A couple years of up all night and a few thousand diapers later.

That mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator.

Oh yeah..........he loves that little girl.

Chasing after his little girl, Stan grasped her, lifting her in his arms. "Gotcha! It's bed time squirt! You can cause trouble at Uncle Ford's tomorrow."

Holding her tight, he did his best to not trip over her toy's that littered the ground. Glancing at the fridge his gaze softened seeing a her little drawings, a smile forming on his lips as he placed her down. His daughter eagerly crawling up the stairs to where you were waiting.

Momma's waiting to tuck her in,As she fumbles up those stairs.

She smiles back at him dragging that teddy bear.

Glancing back, the little girl gave her father a bright smile as she finally made it to your arms. Nuzzling into your chest, you gave Stan a smile of your own as you carried her off to her bedroom.

"Sleep tight, pretty eyes and bouncin' curls." He whispered brushing away a few tears.

He finally found his happiness, he finally felt whole thanks to you and his little girl.

He smiles.....

There goes my life.

There goes my future, my everything.

I love you, daddy good-night.There goes my life.

Packing the rest of her things in the car, she tucked a strand of her hair behind ear as she then watched her father to look the car over.

She had that Honda loaded down.

With Abercrombie clothes and 15 pairs of shoes and his American Express.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Stan cleared out his throat as he checked over the car one last time. His little girl wasn't so little anymore. She looked so much like you he wasn't so sure that he wanted to send her off on her own.

He then checked the oil and slammed the hood

"you're good to go princess"

Blinking back her tears, she rushed towards you and Stan, hugging you both goodbye. "I'll see you both in a few months." Stepping back she smiled then slipped into the car as she drove away.

Feeling tears prick his eyes, Stan let his arms wrap around your waist as he held you close

And he cried

"There goes my life.There goes my future, my everything.I love you.Baby good-bye."

There goes my life.

There goes my life.

Baby good-bye.

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (13/17)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: see my masterlist 🤍

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re-inc Looking good! 🤙✨

friend1 masks, manis and movies 💆‍♂️🕺 ↳ yourusername 💃💅🏽

christenpress Loving the outfit!

albaps9 fuck you, why do you keep stealing my sunnies? 😤 ↳ yourusername hahahaha ↳ albaps9 no it's not fucking funny anymore yn 😫

marisabel_rguez Vroom vroom 😎 ↳ yourusername im in me mums car ↳ marisabel_rguez Que??? ↳ bff1 what did i say? grandma! who tf still quotes vines these days? ↳ yourusername cool people

alexiaputellas Two arms around Misa next time, por favor. Don't want a repeat of you falling off a bike again 😆 liked by marisabel_rguez

salmaparalluelo I miss you!! ↳ yourusername i miss you too! text me! 🤗

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albaps9 wait, did i push out a baby im unaware of?? ↳ yourusername god you're so dramatic

bff2 The most beautiful and healthy little baby boy 💘

bff1 already waiting for the day he'll get to watch paw patrol with his paw-nties 🐶

alexiaputellas Congratulations, @/bff3 ❤️

username1 Oh dear god, for a second I thought this baby was hers before I read the caption 😅 ↳ username2 OMG ME TOO. i was like... but how-when-where?! ↳ username3 can you imagine though??? misa and yn as mommies? 😱 ↳ username4 i kind of can't, not for a while at least 😂

marisabel_rguez Adorable ☺️😍

bff3 He took to you so easily, and you to him. He's lucky to have you all in his life. I can't be happier that he'll get to have you to look up to 🥺

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tagged: yourusername marisabel_rguez: Life is good 💛 liked by ona.battle, sofie.svava, laiacodina5 and 13,589 others

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albaps9 was misa stuck singing kid songs again while babysitting? 🤣 ↳ marisabel_rguez How do you know about that? ↳ yourusername 😳😛 ↳ albaps9 also, i can't believe our cousin lets you babysit over ME, i literally WORK with children?!? ↳ yourusername he's just letting us practice <3 ↳ marisabel_rguez Wait what?? 😅 ↳ albaps9 👀 ↳ alexiaputellas 🤨 ↳ yourusername to watch the little angel @/bff3 has blessed us with! ↳ albaps9 ok, gotcha!!!! ↳ marisabel_rguez 🙂 ↳ bff3 😘

sofie.svava 😍

ingridengen We miss you two 😙

yourusername i love you ↳ marisabel_rguez 😘

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tagged: yourusername bff2 Found this strange lady sitting at the gate. Think I should approach? liked by 320 people

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bff1 no, best to leave her there if you like your life. just turn around and pretend you didn't see her. trust me on this. ↳ yourusername 😦

albaps9 that's just her default mood. give her some snacks or bring her her gf and she'll be fine

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tagged: bff2 yourusername: oui are having a great time liked by alexiaputellas, ona.battle, marialeonn16 and 3,435 others

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marisabel_rguez Eiffel for you 🤩 ↳ yourusername holy crepe, i am in-seine-ly in love with you!! ↳ marisabel_rguez I louvre you too! ↳ yourusername i never want toulouse you ↳ marisabel_rguez ❤️ ↳ alexiaputellas You're perfect for each other 😐😂 liked by yourusername, marisabel_rguez and 56 others

bff2 Crossaints as big as my head!! 🥐☕️ ↳ bff1 so that's the size of a small country then? ↳ bff2 Fuck off 😂

bff3 Stay safe and have fun! Kisses from the three of us. And I want a debrief with all your photos after you get home! 😘 liked by yourusername

albaps9 the lara croft glasses make their return

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Text Messages

14:31 Misa 🤍 Hey, gorgeous. How's your day going?

15:56 you love!! it's been really sweet. we had brunch at the classiest cafe and did some shopping. went to an art gallery too. strolling the streets a bit now and going to the moulin rouge tonight! 💃

16:03 Misa 🤍 I can't wait to see all the photos! Watch out for pickpockets!!

16:04 you seeing as i wear my heart on my sleeve and all, that's great advice. thanks, chula

16:04 Misa 🤍 😊😘

16:56 you and i'm thinking of you. always. good luck with your match tonight. i'll try and catch some of it through stream when we're back in the hotel room. i love you.

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alexiaputellas Double trouble ❤️

bff3 I'm so jealous right now!! Can hardly get a night out nowadays hahaha. ↳ bff1 well you decided to pop out a baby, you have to live with those consequences now 🤪 ↳ yourusername baaabe!!! 😔let me know if you ever need us to look after your little boy. misa and i would be glad to. ↳ bff3 Definitely going to take you up on that offer once he's a little older! ↳ bff2 As soon as we can, we should schedule a trip with the four of us again! ↳ bff1 YES PLEASE ↳ yourusername i'm down <3 ↳ bff3 Sounds amazing 😘

marisabel_rguez Ladies!! ☺️ liked by yourusername and bff2

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Text Messages

10:03 Misa Hey Alba, are you free and up for lunch today? 😁

10:45 Alba Putellas flattered, but yn really is the only perfect putellas for you

10:53 Misa Shut up 😂

10:53 Misa It just feels like we haven’t done anything together in a while.

10:54 Alba Putellas tempting… what’s really behind this tho? you can't fool me 🧐

10:54 Misa Nothing, just want to chat and catch up.

10:55 Alba Putellas hmm sure... will you pay?

10:59 Misa Fine

11:12 Alba Putellas time and place and i'll be there! 😚

Delivered

13:04 Misa Maybe don't tell YN I'm in Barcelona to pick her up from the trainstation. I want to surprise her. Her friend's already in on it.

Seen

13:14 Misa Alba, don't tell me you've already told her 😅

13:18 Alba Putellas SORRY. how was i supposed to know to keep it a secret when you texted me earlier?????

13:26 Misa No worries, it's okay. I'll see you in a bit! I'm stopping by the florist first.

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friend seconds before the real fun started!

friend Night's a complete mess already and it has barely even begun🤣

friend Bold of you to post a pic already when I'm sure we'll make plenty better photos during the rest of the night ↳ yourusername this is her 'before the damage' photo ↳ bff2 Caught!! 🙈

friend hey i'm not even there yet!! don't let the fun start already 😭

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Text Messages

23:56 albaquerque 🌼 is that who i think it is in your friend's story?

00:34 you you got that right! crazy huh?

00:38 albaquerque 🌼 yn fucking idiot?? you don't put your ex gf on your lap and then pose for a picture, puta madre

00:38 you 😟

00:39 you jesus alba. chill. i'm at a university reunion. someone from our mutual friend group set it up. it's not like i texted her to meet up. we scooted our chairs together for the photo, that's all. she wasn't on my lap.

00:39 you and you know our breakup was chill. she's cool. it's been a couple of years. it was actually really sweet to catch up again after all this time, see how our lives changed and how much we've grown. it was sweet! we had so much to talk about 😭

00:39 albaquerque 🌼 that's exactly why it was such a bad idea omfg do you hear yourself? you're such a bimbo sometimes

00:46 you alba, we're both mature women and respect and understand that we were a part of each other's lives and past but that's that. there's nothing there. we parted as friends and we're still friends now. that's all. reuniting with her won't resurface my feelings. all that there is, is platonic now. i care for her in the sense that i want her to do well in life, but not with me by her side.

00:46 you but i can see why you'd think it's a little tasteless, but we only did that silly picture. we sat around a table with all the others the rest of the night. i told her about misa!! then the guys heard she was a footballer and we talked more about how we got together and such. everyone thought it was the sweetest story. frankly, i don't think i stopped bringing her up whenever i could 😭

00:46 you but wait ew why am i even defending myself to you

00:46 albaquerque 🌼 with all due respect, she was your first love, your first everything. and i know that things didn't work out, but i know you've always kept a soft spot for her because of that. you haven't talked since uni and now you're close again? i just don't want you to make a mistake.

00:51 you you're trying to find drama that isn't there, alba. she is a friend. and she's an ex for a reason.

00:53 albaquerque 🌼 who you used to kiss and fuck like you were energiser bunnies. that's a line you can't uncross. you're not being very respectful to your girlfriend. you can't mix those worlds with a clear conscience. imagine how misa will feel?

00:55 you oh so you consider me completely unable to be a mature woman and think i can't have a normal conversation without jumping into a woman's pants?

00:55 you and you're so disgusting, why did you have to say that. that made me really uncomfortable.

00:55 albaquerque 🌼 truth hurts

1:02 you why are you even lecturing me and why am i even listening to you out of all people?? i don't care what kind of shit date you had tonight but you don't go and lash that out on me.

1:04 albaquerque 🌼 because i know what i'm talking about when it comes to that. i made mistakes so i could learn and tell you what not to do. that's what older sisters are for.

1:07 you yeah, they're to look up to, not to pull you down

1:07 albaquerque 🌼 yn listen, where are you now? how much did you drink? do i need to pick you guys up?

1:07 you you didn't have to say it like that

1:07 you clearly not enough bc the headache i have rn is bc of you and not bc of the booze

1:07 albaquerque 🌼 where are you. drop your location

1:12 you fucking hell, go and annoy someone else.

1:12 albaquerque 🌼 i just don't want you ruining this good thing you finally have

1:23 you why do you think i ever would? do you really trust me so little? do you really think i would throw away what i have with misa, something i have waited for my entire life, something i've dedicated love and passion and dedication and energy to for almost two years? do you really think i would hurt my partner? the woman i want to propose to? you putting the thought in my head of her not being in my life makes me even more sure i want to stay by her side forever. do you really think that i would put her heart and her happiness on the line for an ex with whom i was never this in love with as i am with misa? do you really think i could hurt my favourite person like that?

1:23 albaquerque 🌼 goddamn yn, you're taking this out of proportion. i didn't mean it all like that.

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1:23 you no, my reaction is fair, and i think you meant it exactly that way. and you know what? don't even reply to what i asked. i'm afraid of the answer, seeing you also don't trust me having an ex around. if you wanted me to have an as shitty night as you, then you have succeeded, thank you very much

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1:24 you and you had no reason to attack me like that over a photo. you should know me better than what you're implying i was up to. and it really fucking hurts that you think i would do such a thing. i fucking love misa and you should know that. and you obviously doubting if i do, is making me feel really anxious if misa really knows how much i love her.

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1:24 you stop typing. fucking fuck off, alba. and don't text me. i'm really mad at you right now. leave me alone.

1:24 you and don't even try and contact me through mama or ale. or misa. or any of my friends.

1:25 albaquerque 🌼 ❗️Not delivered - yn i'm sorry, of course i trust you. i panicked. i shouldn't have said the things i did. sorry sorry i regret it. can we talk about it? i know you are in love with her. she's your entire world and you are hers, i can see that, don't worry. i never doubted that. but i panicked that maybe your ex would still be interested and would say just the right thing or bring up a memory and would put seeds of doubt in your mind or tempt you. i shouldn't have thought so. that was very low of me. and i know you would never do such a thing. im sorry.

1:25 albaquerque 🌼 ❗️Not delivered - where are you rn tho? im worried. but sorry again. im so sorry laelia. i just panicked, like i said, i don't want you to ruin what you have and also because misa-

1:25 albaquerque 🌼 ❗️Not delivered - oh great, of fucking course you blocked me.

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2:01 Alexia Hey, what's happened? I'm rooming with Misa at camp and YN called her in absolute tears. It's the middle of the night??

2:09 Alba fuck, okay, well i really didn't mean it the way i did but i guess i was a little too harsh about it??

2:09 Alexia About what?

2:09 Alexia And a little? You don't say. I couldn't even understand a word she said 🤨

2:09 Alexia I want you to tell me everything. And you have to do damage control the second you wake up tomorrow.

2:09 Alba yeah and i will, tho im not sure i'll be able to catch a wink of sleep now. but we also might have another problem

2:09 Alexia And you didn't think the one you created was enough? What is it?

2:11 Alba i don't know how serious she was about it or if it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, and how short or long term her plans are, but the idea of proposing to misa is there...

2:11 Alexia Oh! Oh, wow.

2:12 Alba yeah oh

2:12 Alexia I thought we had to worry if she was ready, not worry that she was this ready.

2:12 Alba what should we do?

2:12 Alexia Change her mind, obviously.

2:14 Alba are you insane??!??!?

2:14 Alexia No, of course not, idiota!

2:14 Alba well woohoo, fucking forgive me but sarcasm doesn't hit the same way through text, alexia!!

2:14 Alba but what are we to do??

2:14 Alexia We'll come up with something.

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2:19 Misa Hey, Alba. I know what happened. YN called me. The intention behind wanting to protect our relationship was really sweet, but in doing so, you really hurt her, and by extension, me. I know what you meant and that you had only good intentions, but I trust her. She is an independent lady who can go out and have fun with friends and I'm absolutely not worried about her loyalty, because I can feel how much we love one another and how devoted she is to me. She told me there was a high chance that her ex would be there, and we talked about it. There was never an ounce of doubt in my mind that she would even think of either physically or mentally cheating on me. So what I'm trying to say is, don't worry about it. And don't doubt her. I don't either. She's mature and responsible and she's my person. YN is really upset thinking that you think so low of her, and worried that she was disrespectful towards me and is now actively overthinking even the most insignificant little things and interactions she's had in the time we've been together. She's worrying if she's told and shown me enough how much I love her. I know that behaviour of her will resurface now and then, it's her trauma response, but I'm really worried about it all because I can't calm her down through a phone the way I would want in real life, you know? Especially now that I'm out of the country. Once again, I know you meant well and it feels really sweet that you value our relationship and would fight for it and want it to last as much as we do. She probably doesn't want to talk to you right away, but can you please go and make it up soon? Just let her come to you first. She's staying with one of her friends now that she's in Barcelona, by the way. She's there now, she's safe.

2:45 Alba im sorry im sorry im sorry, i feel like a total ass and probleme starter and for what? ive read our chat back and i realise my mistake and my hostility to her messages. i was just panicking that all your effort would've been for nothing and that all she learned to overcome and the behaviours she grew out of with you and because of you, would be for nothing. i know you told me that she was growing quiet lately whenever you brought up the future and i know my sister. she's always had the worst coping mechanisms and it always starts with quietness and distance, so i was just afraid that she was chickening out of the commitment and that seeing her ex would be the perfect escape. i know i shouldn't have thought that about her. because that's the old her. the new her has you to hold on to in difficult times, and tonight has definitely proven that again. but the doubt and worry was a split second thought that i fed while i should've binned it the second it came up. but i've had a shitty night and seeing that photo just made it all worse. i shouldn't have taken it out on her. and i'm sorry for stepping on your toes. i just don't want you guys to ever break up. she's so happy with you. the past two years we've seen a version of her we've never seen. in a good way!! more bright and cheery and just carefree. and she can feel like that and let go of her troubles and stress because she's so loved, protected and cared for by you. once again, i'm so so sorry.

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a/n: have the sweetest day, my loves! 🌼

[tojigasm]

No cause I NEED more of this jake “I’m too old for ya kid” I NeEd it to breathe pretty please on my knees begging crying throwing up—

You're so tight around him. So soft and moldable in his hands. It sends heat to his cock, the thick of it pulsing against your gummy walls. Swears to you you're the best pussy he's ever had.

He tells you, when he's got your soft legs thrown over his shoulders and he's filled you to the brim, tells you how his younger self back on earth would've gone crazy over you.

His balls press against your sopping folds, and he grunts, chuckling a bit when he angles himself in such a way that he can feel you tighten around him. Looking up to catch your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

"That good, huh?"

You can hardly form a response, settling to nod shakily and moaning through shivers that run up your spine.

"Yeah, I – Christ – yeah, daddy knows a thing or two, huh, kid?" Jake brings a hand up to run along your bottom lip, "not gonna try that shit again, huh?"

Embarssment floods you in the moment, bringing you back to earlier that day when you'd claimed he was too old to last more than a round, too old to keep it up, and definitely too old to please you.

You whimper, reaching up to drag him down to you. Jake doesn't surrender as easily as you'd hoped, keeping himself upright to fill you up once more.

He doesn't last long, though. Pulled in by your round eyes pleading to have him settle against your soft skin.

"You're lucky you're cute." Jake teases, kissing you as he lowers himself down to rest flush to your chest. You giggle into the kiss, wrapping your soft legs around his waist with a moan.

You've always liked that about him. The way he's so much older than you. So much more mature and expereinced. He's been worn down over the years, toned stomach now much more softer and thighs far more bulkier. The weight of him makes you drool.

Jake plants himself on his forearms, groaning as he pulls out to sink back into you. You're so soft under him, letting him move you the way he needs to, the way he wants - needs - to.

"Tryna kill me, kid?" Jake laughs as he sinks into to the hilt again, girth of him stretching you open, "never been in a pussy this tight my whole life."

"Daddy," you can hardly speak, let alone think when he's got his cock bruising your tiny cunt.

"Daddy's gotcha," he lets himself rest against you, soft of his chest pressing into your breasts. With a groan, Jake pulls your bottom lip down, leaning over you before spitting into your open mouth. The obscenity of it makes you whimper, walls tightening around Jake's girth.

He pulls back to grab your jaw, holding you steady, "Daddy too old to fuck you still?"

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can you do Wade with a short gender-neutral reader who is really good at hiding and sneaking up on him to scare him? They're really sweet and cute, but they're also just a little terror to him sometimes.

Here, Kitty Kitty

Wade Wilson prided himself on many things: his unparalleled skills in combat, his near-immortality, and his ability to crack a joke in just about any situation. But there was one thing—one little, adorable, incredibly frustrating thing—that had him perpetually on edge.

And that thing was currently MIA. Again.

“Y/N?” Wade called, his voice echoing through the empty hallway of the X-Mansion. “You better not be trying to sneak up on me again! I swear, if you—”

But before he could finish his sentence, a weight suddenly landed on his back, arms and legs wrapping around him like a limpet. Wade staggered forward with a yelp, only just managing to catch his balance before crashing into the wall.

“Gotcha!” Y/N giggled in his ear, their voice sweet and playful as ever.

Wade rolled his eyes, though there was a fond smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Seriously, Y/N? Again? Do you enjoy giving me mini heart attacks?”

Y/N grinned, resting their chin on his shoulder as they clung to him like a backpack. “Maybe a little. You’re fun to scare, Wade.”

“Oh, I bet,” he muttered, though his tone was more amused than annoyed. “You know, most people would have to actually try to sneak up on me. But you? You just think about it, and boom! You’re there. It’s cheating, that��s what it is.”

“Don’t be a sore loser,” Y/N teased, poking his cheek. “Besides, you’re the one who’s always telling me to keep my skills sharp.”

Wade huffed, pretending to be indignant. “Yeah, but I didn’t mean on me! How am I supposed to be the best merc with a mouth if you keep making me jump out of my skin?”

Y/N chuckled, pressing a kiss to his scarred cheek. “You’re still the best, Wade. But it’s fun to keep you on your toes.”

Wade’s heart did a little flip at the affectionate gesture, though he tried to play it cool. “Yeah, yeah. Just remember who’s the real terror around here, kitten.”

Y/N giggled again, unwrapping their arms from around his neck and hopping down to the ground. Their eyes sparkled with mischief, their cat-like irises glinting in the dim light. Despite their small stature and sweet demeanor, Wade knew better than to underestimate them. Their mutation made them both incredibly stealthy and ridiculously agile—not to mention their uncanny ability to appear wherever they were thought of.

“Are we going on a mission today?” Y/N asked, bouncing on the balls of their feet with excitement.

“Yeah, we are,” Wade replied, slipping back into mission mode. “Should be a pretty standard in-and-out. Just a few bad guys to take out, maybe some explosions if we’re lucky.”

Y/N’s face lit up. “Can I come with you? Please?”

Wade raised an eyebrow. “You’re not gonna just hang off me the whole time, are you?”

Y/N pouted, but the playful glint in their eyes betrayed their innocence. “Of course not. I’ll be super helpful. Promise.”

“Uh-huh.” Wade didn’t believe that for a second, but he couldn’t say no to that face. “Fine. But no clinging during fights, got it? I need my arms free to shoot things.”

Y/N saluted him with a grin. “Yes, sir!”

Wade rolled his eyes again, but the smile on his face didn’t fade. Despite their habit of surprising him at the most inconvenient times, Y/N had quickly become one of his favorite people to be around. There was something about their infectious energy and genuine sweetness that made the chaos of his life a little more bearable.

The mission was going smoothly. Too smoothly, in fact. Wade had already taken out most of the guards, and Y/N had been doing an impressive job of staying out of sight and taking down stragglers with their quick reflexes and cat-like grace. But Wade knew better than to let his guard down. Whenever things were going this well, something inevitably went wrong.

And, as if on cue, it did.

Wade rounded a corner, guns drawn, only to find himself face-to-face with a group of heavily armed mercenaries. They looked like they were expecting him—because of course they were.

“Well, this just got interesting,” Wade muttered to himself, twirling his katanas as he prepared to charge.

But before he could make his move, there was a familiar weight on his back, and suddenly Y/N was clinging to him again, their legs wrapped around his waist and their arms around his neck.

“Hi, Wade!” they chirped, completely unfazed by the dozen or so guns now pointed at them.

“Y/N!” Wade groaned, trying to shake them off without losing his balance. “What did I say about clinging during fights?”

“But I like being close to you,” Y/N pouted, resting their chin on his shoulder again.

Wade couldn’t help but snort at that, even as he ducked to avoid a hail of bullets. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

“You can’t die, silly,” Y/N reminded him, their tone almost teasing.

“Yeah, but I’d rather not test that theory today,” Wade shot back, flipping behind cover with Y/N still attached to him. “You mind helping out a little, kitten?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I thought you’d never ask!”

With a delighted grin, they unwrapped themselves from Wade and launched into action. Their small stature and cat-like agility made them a blur on the battlefield, darting between enemies and taking them down before they even realized what was happening. Wade couldn’t help but be impressed—even if he did have to keep an eye out to make sure they didn’t get into too much trouble.

The fight was over in a matter of minutes, and Wade wiped the sweat from his brow as he surveyed the aftermath. Y/N bounced over to him, looking as pleased as ever, and Wade couldn’t help but smile at them.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?” he said, ruffling their hair affectionately.

Y/N beamed up at him, their eyes shining with pride. “I know. Thanks for letting me help, Wade.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wade said, though there was no real annoyance in his voice. “Just try not to scare me half to death next time, okay?”

“No promises,” Y/N replied with a mischievous grin, and Wade knew that he was in for more surprises down the road.

But honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Hi, in regards to a post you made in Feb about building community as an activist and not burning out, I have some questions. Mostly in the form of plaintive cries for help... which, if that is something that annoys you or just something you don't want to deal with... That's fine, I don't expect an answer, in all honesty. I'd appreciate any advice you can give me, though, and I thank you for your time.

To start off..I want to be sociable, kind, giving. Maybe not as you are, but..in some way that I can do.

Mostly (I think) for altruistic reasons. Though its at least partly also out of guilt or because I can not stand to be a bystander or just..apathetic, I feel I have gone way too far down that road already, and there's nothing good at the end of it.

I..at the risk of oversharing, your post really resonated with me, but..looking back on my experiences and life, I think I might just...not work as a social human.

I have...a lot of challenges socializing with people, especially people without similar difficulties or innate sympathy to my situation or feelings.

Which makes it hard to be a social butterfly or any sort of insect, near impossible maybe.

And I know its not the only way to organize or to help build community, but it is a prerequisite for a lot of it in my experience. I struggle to hold a five-minute conversation or ask a simple request, even of people I broadly not to be hurt by me or hurt me. Both because of past trauma and failings in the actions mentioned.

I suppose I am asking for advice. If one has...near-zero socialization ability, and an untrustworthy sort of mien and general vibe. Is there any place or action I can do in my community (the only place I feel at all confident in helping or knowing how to help) that doesn't involve those things? Like... it's an uphill battle everywhere, but here it feels, it feels insurmountable or not much is being done. At least in my city and not Vancouver. A lot of the local activists are either burning out, quitting, or just... not doing much directly. Hearts and minds.

I can't cook, I'm...middling at bullshitting at being "normal" or "approachable" or even "sane", I can't draw, I don't have a network, and I have no resources that are useful. Besides time and a failing back. What can I *do* better. To be of help. I'm genuinely grasping at straws and coming up empty. And I don't want to make things worse anymore.

This isn't a 'gotcha', I genuinely want an answer that might put things into focus or just...inform me what I could be doing.

Please give yourself (and me) the space to read this answer as one that comes from love, understanding, and a genuinely difficult negotiation/tension between the role of self-as-individual vs self-as-community. My response is probably going to ramble and wind a bit, and I can't promise it'll feel actionable, but I promise I'm taking this as seriously as I can.

When I was fresh out of my undergrad degree, I finally bit the bullet and hired a social coach. I'd spent my entire life up until this point absolutely devastatingly incapable of making friends, communicating effectively in my personal and work life, and was pretty sure that I would never ever feel connected to another human being again. I could get technical about the mechanisms of that if we wanted to get lost in the weeds about what kind of people can or can't ever learn how to be in community with others but let's go ahead and assume for a minute that whatever a person reading this is about to assert means they are incapable of socializing even WITH explicit and direct training on what "socialization" even is, my life involved some degree of it whether yall want to believe me or not.

So I hired a social coach. I did this because I was tired of feeling overwhelmed, angry, isolated, exhausted, and cornered because I was constantly under fire for my poor social skills and also simultaneously pervasively invisble to others. It was kind of a nightmare way to live and I needed it to stop. So the social coach takes me out to coffee and starts explaining her approach, and do you know what I do? I argue with her. I tell her "but that's not how it works for me, why SHOULDN'T it be okay for me to be the version of me that's more comfortable rather than the one everyone else is expecting?"

And her answer was one that genuinely had me go home and refuse to schedule another appt for like 3wks because I was so frustrated by it.

She said: of course it's okay for you to be that. But you didn't ask me to help you be the most comfortable version of you. You asked me to help you learn to be more effective at navigating social interactions. Learning how to be intentional and effective with your approach doesn't mean you HAVE to use it all the time. And we'll even have specific conversations about how you want to decide when and how to use this stuff. But you need to learn about the different available tools before you can make an informed decision about which one is right for each interaction.

Reader, I hated that fuckin answer.

But she was right. And 3wks later I was back in the coffee shop with her learning about the different styles of communication and their use cases, about relationship theories and how they view the form and function of different social etiquettes, about the difference between a boundary and a demand, about all these things that no one had ever said out loud to me before but which had clear and present impacts on my entire life in retrospect.

Something else my social coach said: It's new for us to expect people to just learn social skills from their parents and general osmosis. Used to be that churches, finishing schools, extended family members, etc were all commonly present and involved in the process of explicitly teaching social skills, and books on etiquette were made available to those who were trying to teach/learn independently.

This had basically never occurred to me, but Reader, I went home and immediately started looking into etiquette books. I have some older ones that are obviously not immediately relevant anymore, but many of them discuss some really interesting lessons on the philosophies behind cultures of hospitality that I found DEEPLY useful. I also have newer ones that talk about more modern-applicable social expectations! Personally, I've always found direct advice (e.g. saying this means that) less long-term valuable to me than more generalized theories about how and why people might respond to things in the ways they do. You obviously can't just like. Find one of these that explains everything all the time, but the more familiar these ideas are, the easier I find it to move between them as needed.

And like. Doing this stuff, learning about theories of relationality and connection, taking social skill building courses, they were helpful. But you know what they taught me more than anything else?

Almost every person who has ever given you shit for being bad at communicating is ALSO really FUCKING BAD at communicating. We all are. Because we stopped fucking teaching it as a skill and started treating it like an innate concept ("social butterfly" isn't a personality type, but that doesn't stop people from declaring themselves "naturally social" or whatever). The difference between you and the person/people who told you that you suck at it is ownership of self.

See, having more tools didn't ACTUALLY make me better at socializing. But it gave me so many different ways to tackle a thing that I learned to pivot whenever one just didn't work. And I started noticing that usually when I pivoted, people responded in kind but SOMETIMES there was literally NO pivot from me that a person would accept. Because I wasn't the problem. The problem was that they were not accepting my communication for one reason or another. And friend, learning that I could just like. Call that shit out? Point and go "I need you to repeat back to me what you think I'm saying right now because I don't think you're hearing me." Man that was game changing.

Learning what I could and could not be responsible for and in control of. Being honest with myself about when I could and couldn't tolerate certain outcomes and not setting myself up for pain around that. Setting reasonable boundaries with people and asking them to do the same for me. More tools made that stuff easier, but ultimately all the good communication in the world wasn't a replacement for doing the very real, very FUCKING HARD work of learning how to coexist with people who are not me. People talk to us like this kind of coexistence means being subsumed and consumed by the collective such that you no longer exist. But this is a lie. There is no human on this earth able to exist entirely alone. We all depend on someone, somewhere, for something related to our basic survival. If you walk through the world unable to feel safe acting on this, you will walk through the world artificially starving yourself to death of everything you need to thrive and barely scraping up enough survival needs to keep going.

And that's true for all of us. So like. The threat that other people pose to us is LITERALLY the result of how much we all depend on each other. We are afraid of that interdependence because we are so alienated from ourselves and each other (for reasons that are culturally contextualized even when they are individual issues specific to us) that we no longer see each other as part of the broader "us". We are all just tiny clusters of individual "me's" occasionally vibrating along as an agitated and menaced "us" until we rattle off each other into our "me" bubbles again. But none of us can live like that. We're all WATCHING that truth in real time as it devastates, slaughters, facilitates fascism, isolates and erodes our safety nets, abandons those most in need.

When I first started in social work I learned about "strengths-based perspectives" and I actually found some of these ideas really helpful in changing how fixated I was on "can't do's". Things I saw as closed doors, blocked paths, constricted and restricted ways of moving forward. Turns out, that this type of thinking is the same one that tends to power eating disorders, driving the brain slowly fucking insane with how much "can't" there is and how excruciating the process of "can" often becomes. The human body-mind has a complex relationship with constriction, and if you live your life in that tension consistently enough for lomg enough, it fucks you up pretty badly. But like. Look around you. There's a LOT of can't in the world right now.

Can't get a job. Can't feed your family. Can't relax. Can't feel heard. Can't feel safe. Can't make friends. Can't go anywhere. Can't stop genocides. Can't survive them either. Can't talk about what's wrong. Can't be quiet any longer or you'll tear your own hair out. Can't pay rent. Can't go to the doctor when you're sick. Can't afford a family. Can't decide not to have a family you can't afford. Can't get help. Can't catch a fucking break.

Folks, I don't think that we can afford to think like this all the way to a shallow grave, do you?

There's a LOT that I can't do. And there is and has always been far more that I can. But learning how to see the latter was something no one ever taught me until I sought out the lessons myself as an adult. I *deserved* to be taught that, we ALL did, but probably that didn't work out for most of us. So learn. Learn because otherwise the helplessness and hopelessness will kill us all.

The goal isn't to force yourself to do things you can't. The goal is to learn how to be effective in the things you CAN do. And you have to be willing and able to learn about the tools that can help you do that. I don't know what that will look like for you, friend. But I know you'll find it.

[androidicks]

Royal Sword Academy Au

Welcome to the good guys team! Pt. 3-4

Raheel and the animal eared man spent a good five minutes chasing the fairy. The purple eyed boy pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a jar, and using what remaining speed he had, he captured the rogue fairy using the jar in his hands. “Gotcha!” gently shaking the jar around, causing the fairy to shake around inside the jar. The animal eared man walks towards the purple eyed boy, staring at the fairy in the jar in amusement. “I don’t think you should be doing that.” Tapping the glass of the jar. “Look at how dizzy you made the little guy.” 

The fairy shakes away his dizziness to glare at the animal eared man, shouting something at him. But no one could hear it, however, sounds similar to a bell chime could be heard from within the jar. 

Ambrose gives you a stern look. “Do you know this fairy?” looking back at him with the most obvious ‘no’ expression your face could muster you respond “Don’t know em, never seen em a day in my life.” The elderly man looks confused. “But you could understand him without a fairy translator.” Well now you’re confused too. “What? What’s a fairy translator?” He shows you the item the fairy had shoved in his hands.

It’s a rather…odd yet pretty looking object, it’s hard to describe how it looks. But it almost resembles a bell or a teapot in a sense. It doesn’t have the snout of a teapot though, however it does have four handles instead of one. The teapot-bell-thing has intricate floral details engraved into it, as for what type of metal it’s been engraved into the bell-pot looks like it’s made of silver.

Looking at the object, then the elderly man in confusion you finally reply “And??” He sighs to himself before answering you. “Well, in order for fairies to be understood by other fae and potentially humans, they need a translator.” This is the part where you’re supposed to  nod your head and pretend like you understood all that. “I literally understood none of that. Like I get the premise but…this affects me how??” You respond.

The old man nods his head in mental notation, “We’ll discuss it later.” Before glancing at the purple eyed boy, who’s shaking the jar with the fairy in it while the animal eared man watches in amusement. Ambrose looks back at you, “And you’re sure you’ve never seen that fairy before?” You nod in agreement as a response. The elderly man looks conflicted, taking a second to himself to think before speaking. “I suppose I should help him find his homeland and send him back.” 

The fairy starts tapping on the glass shouting something at the elderly man and everyone in the room. But no one can hear nor understand it. The purple eyed boy giggles to himself “I don’t understand a word he’s saying!” 

Ambrose has left your side and walked up to the boy asking him to hand the jar over before standing in front of the glass mirror, and announcing something to everyone in the room. “I officially declare that the entrance ceremony has come to a close. Dorm leaders, please escort your students to their respective dorms.” 

looking around the room he realizes “Does anyone know where the dorm leader of Rosemni is?” A tall man raises his hand from a corner of the room “He’s over here, headmaster!” He has a very preppy voice. “He’s not asleep again is he?” The blonde haired boy from before asks. The redhead boy from before looks worried “Well that’s not good! This is a very important event!” 

The man with a preppy voice chuckles, “Apologies everyone, it seems the dorm leader didn’t get enough hours of sleep last night.” He waves over a brunette with blue tips before whispering something to him and turning back to the crowd, flashing a smile. “All students of Rosemni are more than welcome to follow me to the dorm!” With that, everyone begins to disperse into groups and leave the room. Leaving you, Ambrose, and the fairy that's still in a jar.

The fairy glares at you from without his jar. “If you make a jar joke about this I WILL come for you!” It takes every fiber of your being to not make a jar joke right then and there to spite him.

Ambrose looks at you with an apologetic expression. “I’m deeply sorry Y/N, as much as we’d love to have you here, a magicless student is no place for a school that focuses on honing one’s magical abilities.” You shrug, not really caring that you have to leave. You were fine with whatever happens to you, as long as it gets you out of this dream. 

The elderly man’s expression switches from apologetic to cheerful “But not to worry! The Glass Mirror will safely get you and your fairy friend home.” He steps aside, and motions for you to come forward. “Now, please step up to the mirror, and visualize the place where you came from.”

You Step up to the glass mirror “I can’t wait to get out of this weird ass dream…”  

Ambrose faces the mirror, the jarred fairy still in hand before speaking. “O’ Glass Mirror please return this soul to where it belongs!” The glass mirror does not respond. You both stand in silence for a minute or two. Ambrose awkwardly clears his throat, “Um…G…Glass Mirror? Please return this—”

“No such place exists.” The mirror responded, cutting off Ambrose mid sentence. The elderly man clears his throat again before speaking, “Pardon?” The mirror, not missing a beat. “No place exists in this world.” Silence. The elderly man is confused, “But how can this be? My, today is just full of predicaments.” 

 Putting a hand to his chin “In all my years working here, something like this has never happened. So I’m at a bit of a stump on what to do…” the elderly man looks at you, seeming to come up with something. “Could you please tell me where you’re from?” You shrug in response before answering, “Sure. I’m from—.” 

Ambrose takes a minute to digest the information, thinking to himself before responding with a sad smile. “I'm sorry, I’m afraid I am not familiar with such a place.” You look at the man in disbelief “Are you sure?” He nods his head with an apologetic look, “I’m very sorry, I’m usually acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet...I have never heard of your homeland.”

Ambrose looks as if he had just thought of something “However!, we can go to the library and look up your homeland!” That’s actually not a bad idea. You nod your head in agreement and follow him out to the ceremony room to the library. 

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The walk to the library was quite…awkward, to say the least. Ambrose was trying to be polite and make small talk. While you were only responding in one word answers or short sentences, you were too lost in your own head trying to assess your situation to really pay attention to what the elderly man was saying.

But now you’re in the crisp, clean library of Royal Sword Academy. Currently, looking through book after book in an attempt to find any information of where you’re from. 

You were about to pick up your fifteenth book before the sound of a book slamming interrupted you. Looking in front of you, Ambrose shakes his head in displeasure before placing the book down beside him. “Just as I'd suspected. Nothing.” Well shit. This is just great. The elderly man folds his hands towards himself as if he was interrogating you, “Now, are you quite sure that you come from this…earth? That wasn't some sort of last minute lie, or perhaps a joke?” 

You shake your head in response. The elderly man takes some time to think before responding. “Hmmm…as far-fetched as it may sound, the only explanation is that you've come from another world.” Ya know that pikachu meme face? The one of him looking shocked? Yea, that one. That’s basically your face right now, because there is no way you’re from another planet. I mean it would explain why magic exists here.

If not lost in your own shock you would be hearing the snickers from your fairy companion, who sat beside Ambrose, still confined in his jar prison. Ironic, considering you found a place that was home to fairies during your research, and had the little bitch not been making faces at you. You would’ve told Ambrose about your discovery and happily sent the fairy away. 

The elderly man clears his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and back to reality. “Perhaps you were summoned here from another dimension?” The pikachu face returns. He thinks for a minute before coming to a conclusion, “Did you happen to bring any ID with you? A driver’s license maybe?” Thinking about it for a minute slowly starts to raise panic out of you, the realization slowly setting in as you pat yourself down for any objects. “W..where’s my phone?!” You ask yourself in a panic. your phone is gone. Your beloved phone, one of the few things you always keep on you. Missing. Oh yea, you have no ID either.

Ambrose hums to himself, “Well this is quite the predicament. We can’t have someone with no magic residing in a magic based academy.” Well isn’t that nice! First you don’t have your phone and now you’re going to be kicked out! As if your internal suffering couldn’t get any worse. “And yet, I can’t expel someone without anything on them. That’s just cruel.” So you’re not being kicked out? Yay! 

The elderly man snaps to himself as if he just recalled something, “There’s a vacant building on the campus that you can use! It was, in fact, used as a dorm a long time ago.” He’s giving you a place to stay? He’s giving you a place to stay! Your internal panic ceased temporarily. “Although it is rather rundown at the moment…with a proper refurbishing, it should be habitable enough for you to stay in.”  The old man smiles at you before standing up and putting away both his and your pile of books.

After putting away the stacks of books he walks over towards you, “In the meantime, I will investigate other ways to send you home.” For some odd reason you’re a bit skeptical of that? You feel like he’s…

“You don’t mind if I send him back home, right?” Ambrose had snapped you out of your thoughts. “Huh?” He’s holding Fiddlellen’s jar. “Oh. Yea, I don’t mind.” The elderly man smiles “Wonderful! You can wait here until I return. Then, I shall take you to your dorm straight away.” He waves goodbye before leaving the library with Fiddellen. 

Leaving you alone in silence for the time being. 

You waited in the library for about 15 minutes before Ambrose came back to retrieve you. The walk to your soon-to-be dorm was awkward…again. Not because you were lost in your thoughts like last time, you just didn’t know how to respond to most of the questions the elderly man had tried to ask you. 

Leading you to now. In front of a building that looks like the shorter version of a princesses castle. Just how rich is this school?! It was very pretty though, you will give it that. The colors blue and white just like everything else on this campus is very prominent in its design. “So…“ you look at the elderly man in bewilderment. “You expect me to stay…here?!” motioning to the castle-like building in front of you. 

Ambrose smiles at you in delight, “Isn't it lovely?” He then grabs your shoulders and starts pushing you towards the building’s entrance, leading you inside. The interior is… a lot nicer than you expected. For an unused space they really tried to keep it as clean as they could. Minus the dust everywhere, a few broken items, and the cobwebs. Ambrose proudly puts his hands at his sides, “This should keep you well housed for the time being.”  This place is too fancy for you. You feel like a wet cat compared to the castle.

Ambrose claps his hands together, “Now! I shall return to my research to give you time to adjust to your new surroundings,” he checks a watch on his wrist. “It is rather late though so don’t go wandering around the campus!” The elderly man gives your shoulder a quick pat before leaving you alone to do whatever you pleased. Walking around the lounge of the castle, admiring how nice the place looks. “Wow…I feel like I’m going to break something…” your foot hits something at some point, the object making a thudding noise that sounded like a bell chime. “Wait, a bell?”

“OW!” a voice yelped. Jumping back in surprise you scan around the room to find the entity that screamed out in pain. “Watch where you’re going!” Your eyes land on an all too familiar fairy screaming at you. “Fiddlellen!?” The fairy rubs his head in annoyance, “Yea, it’s me. What of it?”  You point a finger at him. “You’re not supposed to be here!” 

Fiddellen crosses his arms, “Psh. Like getting sent back home would stop me from coming here! It’s called magic, duh.” Wow. Sass much? You cross your arms in return, “You’re really set on this place, huh?” Fiddlellen looks shocked at your words. “Who wouldn’t be?! This is one of the best magic schools in the world!” He looks really excited about this…”Do you know how cool it would be if a fairy out of all things were to attend a prestigious magic school like this?!”

You raise your eyebrow, interested in what he meant by that. “Do fairy’s normally not attend school here?” Fiddlellen awkwardly scratches at his cheek, “I mean, we do attend school but not with humans, ya know.” Deadpan. No. No, you don't know. Staying silent in hopes of the fairy picking up on your confusion, to no avail. Either he’s oblivious to your confusion or is purposefully ignoring you. You honestly don’t know at this point but from what you’ve seen of him so far they sound like the right answers.

But now that Fiddellen is in front of you and not causing any more problems. You can actually get a pretty good look at him. Short, choppy blonde hair with light green tips, tanned skin, bright eyes with winter blue and white pupils. His heterochromia sticks out from the whole green vibe he has going on. Taking note of his outfit which seems to be a casual teal green shirt with black pants, and slip on shoes with pom poms on the toes. When could shoes have pom poms on them? Weird. Given how small he is you bet he could fit into doll-sized clothes if he wanted.

“Oi! What cha starin at?!” The fairy yells. “Nothing.” Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you accidentally take a step back and trip on a loose floorboard. Causing you to fall on your butt. Before you could assess anything a drop of water falls on your nose. Looking up you notice a hole in the roof. It's starting to rain. Looking at the ceiling more you notice there are a few other holes in the roof, not a lot but they’re still a problem. 

You hear a yelp come from Fiddlellen followed by a small thump from beside you. “Holes in the roof?! I can’t get wet! If I get wet my pixie dust will wear off!” You’re guessing Fiddlellen got hit with some water and had fallen onto the ground. Seeing how he’s shaking his wings to dry them off. The fairy notices your staring and points at the roof. “Fix this!”  Rolling your eyes at the fairy’s demand you get up off the floor and dust yourself off. “Fine. I guess I’ll go find some buckets or something…” You leave the fairy in the room to go look for a supply closet that may have a bucket or something that could be used to catch the rain. 

Fiddellen follows you from behind, flying right beside you. “Why don’t you use magic to—“ he abruptly pauses, remembering something. “Oh right.” He points at you and tries to hold back his laughter. “You can’t use magic!” But he can’t contain it and starts laughing at you. You glare at him. “Excuse you! If I’m so useless then why don’t you do it!?” Another drop of water hits your nose.

Fiddellen sits on your shoulder, crossing his legs as he looks at you with a mocking smile. “Me. Help you?? Ha!” He bats his eyes at you. “I’m just a wittle fairy, what do you expect me to do about it?” This son of a bitch. Another raindrop falls on your nose. You look up and realize you’re standing right under one of the holes in the ceiling. “Right. I should really find those buckets…” you mumble.

Continuing to walk further in the castle with fiddlellen on your shoulder, you walk into a dark hallway in search of the buckets. “As nice as this place is. It does not have to be this dark.” You mumble. You attempt to find a light switch, only instead to have grabbed something squishy. “Wait, squishy?”

Looking at your hand you realize you’re holding a glowing Fiddellen. Wait, since when could he glow? He looks like he’s five seconds away from biting your hand. “Let. Me. Go.”  And you immediately do so. Dropping the fairy on the ground with a soft thump.

“OW!” 

“Oh! That looked like it hurt! Are you okay?” something from behind Fiddellen asks. “I’m fine than-“ Turning around, Fiddellen sees the voice of concern was no other than a ghost in the wall. The ghost giggles and waves at both you and Fiddellen. “Hiya!”

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RSA Au: Part 1-2

[bl33df0rm3]

✎"So that's what you're into? I see." Afab!reader x Genshin men's favorite kinks (Smut, 2nd Pov) This is the second part in this series click here for part one.

-‘๑’-Note; This is meant to be inclusive for all readers including black readers so things like "Easy to bruise skin." and "You feel your face turn red (As a black person my face does feel hot but I don't get red). Along with easy to go through hair won't be added, if you need those details in fanfic's then this blog is not for you<3. This can be the same for Chubby readers<3

✎Author's note; I'm not doing this in any order these are just what came to mind, if you have any character you want me to cover (Max of 5 at a time), I gotcha. Also this is afab reader but the readers gender isn't specified. If you wish to translate my works please dm me&lt;3 (MDNI BANNER CREDIT CLICK HERE)

Cyno; Choking

The look on your face was, to say the least perfect to think that the same lips that smiled at him bit down in pleasure. The same mouth that has laughed at all his jokes before hand, being grabbed and clenched down on the side as it gasped for air. Cyno found it mesmerizing to say the least, usually while you two became one he was watching where you connected over and over again. Though this time he couldn't break his eyes away from where his hands met your throat, a smile dancing on his face. His brows eyes meeting yours in the midst of things, sure it didn't show on your face but he knew you well enough to know you were embarrassed darting your eyes away from him. He didn't understand what was the best part, that you gus got to spice up your love life? Or the face that you gave him control over you as his grip got tighter, maybe that's what it was. Regardless before he could finish himself, he knew better to have you finish before him what kind of man would he be if not?

His mind went of the rails as you lunged your finger into his arms, those same pretty fingers that begged to touch him.

Ayato; Oral(receiving)

Being married to Ayato wasn't all sunshine and rainbows all the time, more then you'd like your husband was out doing work it was annoying but you too still adored each other. Usually when you did get to spend a private evening with each other he felt like making it up to you was his main priority. Tonight was different it was his birthday the first one you were sharing with him as a wedded couple. His eyes were half lidded as you made sure none of your hair was in the way, no matter how short or long it was, the groan that was pulled out of him almost filled the room. He attempted to sway you against this activity before, seeming weak in front of anyone was always a no. Your head bobbing down in almost a melodic like pace as you looked up at him from time to time, letting the sweet sounds coming from him pour out. The deep, labored breathing from him was almost hypnotizing, your hands gripped his thighs as he pushed you down. Sure this was the first time, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be the last one.

Xiao; Praise

The bed creaked under the weight of both of you, he groaned through his teeth you felt, warm, tight comfortable to him it made his worries seemingly disappear from his mind for the time. Matter of fact it was the fact when he did visit you, the pleasant vibe that beamed over you when you made his a snack and told him you were proud of him. Which was the way you two ended up here, you riding him with him being displeased with your speed leading him to start buck his hips into you deeper. It wasn't the sex that made him travel to cloud nine it was the words that were pouring out of your mouth, spewing profanities combined with you telling him how good you felt. It made Xiao's mind spin, every time you told him he felt amazing, he was pleasing you, the light of his life. His hands trailed to your waist if his force before was rough this was unbearable he was practically drilling into you at this point. You could only mumble those sweet words to him but they were clear as day, a blessing on his ears.

If this keeps up he might have to come visit you more often.

Thoma; over-stimulation

Your body trembled in his grasp now matter how hard you tried to stay still, to stop shaking your body gave him that reaction he was craving four times over and he hadn't even taken his clothes off. His eyes glanced down at your bare body before his hands went back to work pinching your nipples as the other worked on your clit. Your nails leaving crescent moons on his shoulders digging into them, he didn't even flinch his eyes were fixated on you. The pants and moans that turned into please from time to time were perfect, your body bending to his will trying to keep up. Don't get it twisted he wanted to just slip right into and pound you until the sun came up, but that was worth the wait. For the meantime he began to grind against you before he readjusted his hand so his thumb could still be placed on your clit as two fingers slipped into you. The gasp that came from you brought a smile to his face.

Tonight was going to be a long night, but sex was more enjoyable when you played with each other till you couldn't take it anymore.

-‘๑’-Note; The end? I need more idea's for them lmao, i was scraping my brain for the rest of these.! If you want this series to continue please give me suggestions. I'm on my way to work on other prompts(if you have those please go in my ask box)

[differentsublimephantom]

@zombinafonfrankenstein @seriously-nobody @abiscuit @griffinappreciator @mistressofthemacabresworld

@dreamelies @hostess-of-horror @caspertheconfused

Here is my (probably very bad) Universal Monsters chatfic!! (There’s a bunch of context for my au under the cut, so if you wanna skip it you’ll have to scroll a bit :/ )

Here’s a crapton of context for my AU:

All the characters have access to modern technology for completely unknown reasons (probably due to time travel caused by one of the scientists or something?) (and it makes for funny scenarios). Dracula and Renfield have a healthy (if a bit crazy) romantic relationship (inspired by Gomez and Morticia Addams) because I can’t bring myself to write abuse/conflict. Franky (Frankenstein’s monster) and Bea (bride of Frankenstein) are very cute kind couple (and they are ace) they also both have the intelligence of 18-20 year olds (for the sake of the plot). Jekyll and Hyde are here even though I’m pretty sure universal never made a movie with them. Both Larry Talbot and Jack Griffin’s families think they are dead. Kharis (the mummy) and Gil (creature from the black lagoon) also have average intelligence (because plot) and Kharis speaks English and whatever ancient Egyptian language he spoke when he was alive. Gil speaks English, and gets sick when in saltwater because he is (as far as I know) lagoons are (mostly) freshwater. They are all roommates living and “living” in the same house, the mansion from Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein. Griffin is a menace, frequently pranks everyone, and brags about crashing a train. I’m 95.9% sure none of these characters are actually “in character”, this is as “ooc” as you could get lmao

(Btw I wrote this as if it was gonna be posted on ao3 ((it’s not)) so that’s why it has chapters and chapter descriptions)

Chapter 1: documentary

(Griffin pranks Larry Talbot)

Griffin: social experiment: I play a wolf documentary in a room in the same house as a werewolf. Hypotheses: all the howling will bother him. Expected outcome: either I prank him and he’s too tired to do anything about it, or I get my ass kicked.

Jekyll: ..I- what? Don’t do that Jack. It’s mean.

Griffin: do you forget that I crashed a train?

Jekyll: oh yeah, I purposefully ignore that fact.

Griffin: rude. your ignoring one of my greatest achievements >:(

Jekyll: It’s *You’re and yes. Yes I am.

Dracula: why would a documentary bother Lawrence? It’s on a screen? Fake?

Griffin: I have that answer in the hypothesis >:) also, wdym fake?

Franky: Dracula… do you think documentaries are staged??

Dracula: yes..??? Aren’t they?

Jekyll: No!

Larry: whoever is watching that documentary about wolfs- PLEASE WATCH LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE.

Griffin: OMFG HYPOTHESIS = CORRECT XD

Griffin: I mean…. wow, whoever’s watching that is definitely not funny.. turn it off guys.

Larry: griffin I can hear your deranged cackling from across the house. It’s not funny, my werewolf senses are going crazy, TURN IT OFF

Griffin : why?? I’ve done no wrong 🥺

Jekyll: that’s historically inaccurate.

Larry: don’t “🥺” me! And you’ve done MUCH WRONG!

Griffin: that’s fair. But no. :)

Larry: why not?! You’re just doing it to bother me!!

Griffin: you can’t prove that! And it’s for educational purposes.

Larry: you admitted it in your previous texts idiot. I can scroll up and see them? “EdUcAtIoNaL PuRpOsEs” bs 🙄

Franky: hey griffin how about you try to bother Gil with a ocean life documentary?

Griffin: oooooooo good idea Franky!

Jekyll: Don’t encourage him Franky!!

Larry:….

In a different group chat…:

Larry: Gil is from the Brazilian Rainforest not the ocean?

Franky: it got the wolf documentary to stop didn’t it??

Larry: ooooohhhhh gotcha ;) thanks

Franky: ;) your welcome. Griffin is sometimes like a toddler, if you want to distract him just give him a shiny new toy to play with.

Larry : ah. Makes sense.

Chapter 2: when a mummy catches you…

(Gil asks an interesting question)

Gil: soooooooo…….what do mummies….. actually….. do?

Kharis: rude!!

Gil: No, I mean, if you were human, being chased by different monsters, what are the consequences?

Gil: a vampire drinks your blood, a werewolf bites you, a zombie eats you, what do mummies do to you?

Kharis: keep asking that question and you’ll find out.

Gil: I’m just wondering!!

Kharis: we beat the living hell outta you when you ask us dumb questions.

Gil: message received!! Chill!

Kharis: thanks 🙄😑

Chapter 3: jello and insomnia

(Bea is eating jello at three am and gets “inspired”)

3:17AM

Bea: could you make jello out of ranch?

Franky: honey, wtf???? Its 3am come back to bed!!

Bea: I’m in the kitchen eating. Can’t sleep. Answer the question.

Franky: no????? It’s too thick of a substance.

Bea: sad. If I could I’d eat ranch cubes with carrot jello.

Franky: ew???

Renfield: what about ketchup jello?? Or pure mayonnaise jello? Or BLOOD jello??

Dracula: that last one sounds yummy ;)

Franky: please stop :/

Bea: babe it’s for science! What about sparkling water jello?? Like- the jello is FIZZY ya know?

Dracula: carbonated jello you mean

Bea: yeah!

Franky: I hate everything about this conversation.

Renfield: relish jello.

Franky: 🤢

Dracula: I know for a fact that some of these exist. Meat jello exists.

Franky: ew, what?

Dracula: blame the Great Depression. Look it up.

Renfield: master!! What about bug jello?!

Dracula: probably not, but there are bug lollipops I think.

Renfield: oh my god I want one

Bea: cheese jello.

Franky: ALL OF YOU GO TO BED PLEASE

Dracula: I’m nocturnal and Renfield stays up late with me, tell Bea to go to bed not me

Franky: BEA PLEASE

Bea: I’ll be in bed in 5 minutes

Franky: thank you… 😮‍💨🥹

9:33AM

Hyde: what the HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?? (And why wasn’t I a part of it?)

Chapter 4: diary

(Griffins steals a diary to try to get secrets)

Griffin: HAHAHAHHAHAHAH OMFGGG

Dracula: oh no…

Bea: what did you do.??

Griffin: I found Kharis’ diary!! >:)

Bea: if you picked it up and took it, then you STOLE Kharis’ diary

Griffin: …shush… anyways!!! Anyone know good ideas on how to blackmail him?

Dracula: griffin that’s not a good idea.

Gil: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Griffin: whats so funny Gil?  🤔

Kharis: open the diary idiot.

Bea: oh shit Griffin you’ve been caught

Griffin: GIL DID YOU SNITCH??

Gil: no?? you haven’t opened the book yet have you??

Griffin: ……..

Griffin: …I just did.

Kharis: ;)

Griffin: f you.

Dracula: what happened? What’s in the diary?

Griffin:….. its in hieroglyphics.

Dracula: OMG

Gil: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA KARMA LMAO

Griffin: :’(

Kharis: oh “boo hoo”, you were gonna blackmail me!!

Griffin: thats fair.

chapter 5: the munsters

(Hyde asks a question)

Hyde: you guys know The Munsters right?

Larry: yeah.?

Hyde: well if the dad is a “Frankenstein’s monster” character, and the mom is a vampire, why is their son a werewolf?

Larry: ….

Larry: that’s actually a good question.

Griffin: simple. Lily cheated.

Kharis: or he’s adopted? 😑

Griffin: the cheating storyline is more interesting.

Kharis: sure.

Hyde: plot twist: their milkman is a werewolf ;)

Griffin: HYDE YOU SEE MY VISION YES

Hyde: oh no what did I just start?

Kharis: please don’t encourage him.

Larry: griffin and Hyde trying to prove Lily Munster cheated:

Kharis: XD

Griffin: oh, shut up. >:(

~Fin~

[enbyhiro]

Your OC so pretty!! She such a baddie oh my goodness!

Her opinion + interactions + hcs

With Ruth?

(thank you so much !!! ruth is a super gorgeous character too, i need to seriously draw her someday🙏🏾)

"She's a real cool chick! And her grades beyond phenomenal, especially in a school like this. I'm kinda surprised she ended up here and she's not a transfer or nothin'. I dig her fashion sense, too! Though I do gotta say, that girl's tongue & hands are reeeaaal dangerous. One wrong move and you'll end up getting a rumor spread about you or will end up on your back in a heartbeat! She's almost worst than Christy. Juust... note to self: Never get on her bad side. Besides that, she gets me & I get her. I think of her as a powerful, smart little sister."

Interaction

(sorry for any bad writing, im not a writer like at all)

As the faculty meeting comes to a close & the student council half of the faculty are given their assignments, Annabella & Ruth walk out, both looking through their own notes & schedules. Annabella groans at the sight of having to do tutoring every day for the next 2 weeks; she now has to rework her entire personal schedule to work these 2 weeks in naturally. Ruth skims through her own schedule and comes to a consensus on what she'll need to do for the upcoming weeks. She glances over towards Annabella, noticing the sour look on her face, and asks, "What did they give you on your schedule, Grimes? You don't look too pleased."

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing bad! It's just that they gave me another 2 weeks of tutorin' like 20 kids as if I'm not booked up tryna' talk to colleges & job recruiters to come out to the school, or that I'm tryna' work out how a schoolwide SAT day would work." Annabella complained.

"Oooh, I see. He must have taken my caseload off & put them onto yours 'cause I have no students to tutor this week. Y'know, sometimes you need to tell them when you can & can't do something, else they'll just keep springing things onto you." Ruth chimed back.

She was right to be fully honest. If Annabella was going to get any kind of peace, or at the very least not be stressed out half the time, she'd need to get some things off her chest & speak for herself. But...

"It's not that I can't speak for myself, and you know that well. It's just... I'm scared of how I'll say it. Like, I'll say it in a way that makes me sound useless or like I can't do it." Annabella pondered a bit before she said, "I don't wanna look like I'm weak. I just wanna sound like I'm tired but not too tired. Just... kinda tired."

"Well," Ruth interjects, "I think you're overacting, er, just a little. Crabblesnitch knows better than to nag the girl who's keeping this school afloat academically."

Annabella tilts her, then nods & utters a small "Yeah, you're right." Annabella then fully lifts her head, looking towards Ruth. "Ya'know, you reeaal smart for a sophomore, even smarter than to be in a school like this. You kinda remind me of myself, except you're, like, smarter with how you use your power. You've gotta teach me your ways someday, girl!"

Both girls giggled at the comment, but it was interrupted by the school's bell, indicating for them to head to their first class. To that, both signed & looked back at each other to say their farewells.

"How 'bout we talk during lunch, if you're free? It's on me! We can head out to ShinJo's; I've been cravin' some hibachi." Annabella chirps.

"Sounds lovely! Now don't overwork yourself, Grimes; I'll see you later." Ruth chirps back as she's walking away.

"I gotcha'. I'll see ya' later! ...Also, please just call me Bella!"

"I prefer addressing you as Grimes!"

"Ugh! Of course you do, little Miss Proper!"

Headcanons

Annabella & Ruth are mostly friends, they have relatively similar viewpoints on life. Though, they don't really understand each other's choice in partners.

They converse over tea & coffee, mostly in Bella's office, at times. They mostly speak about their day/week, any work Crabblesnitch assigned them to do, or about any personal problems that they a second, smart opinion on.

Ruth admires Annabella's strength, especially with she'll end up a little banged up after breaking up a fight but is still mostly calm & collected.

Annabella admires Ruth's way of talking, specifically how she's able to spin a story or get someone to do whatever she needs whenever she needs it. Bella's had been working on her discussion & persuasion skills for years, & still hasn't come close to Ruth's skill.

They have relatively similar stories. Former lovers who've passed from suicide, difficult childhoods, slut-shaming, the whole nine yards. They'll vent to each other but it's very rare.

lil drawing of ruth as a gift, thank you for the ask !!!

(also i saw you wanted to change ruths uniform so i gave her a lil design. hope it looks nice🙏🏾)

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Random Scenario #1: The Living Traffic Light

Just thought of this because these three literally are the colors of a traffic light. I hope you enjoy!

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Crafty: Thank you for deciding to model for me guys!

Bobby: Of course, Crafty!

Kickin: It's no problem really. I'd like to think I make a pretty rad model, so hit me up anytime you want a good-looking fella as your model again, K?

Hoppy: *rolls eyes* Oh, don't get too over your head, Kicks. It's ONE time. And we're just getting started.

Kickin: Aight, whatever. Was just sayin'. Sooo, what's the prompt, princess?

Crafty: I was thinking you guys could tower on top of each other to look like this! *shows them a painting of a traffic light*

Bobby: A traffic light?

Crafty: Mhm! Seeing you guys side by side made me think of that. Do you like it?

Hoppy: I mean... I guess, but did you only decide on that just because of our colors?

Crafty: *looks down shyly* Maybe a little bit- *looks back up quickly* But that's not the only reason! Your traits made me think of each color on a traffic light, too!

Bobby: Ooh, you really think that? How so?

Crafty: Bobby, you remind me of a red light because you always encourage us to stop and think through our feelings.

Bobby: Oh yeah. I see what you mean, Crafty!

Crafty: Kickin, you remind me of a yellow light because you like to take things slow when it comes to finishing things. Okay, maybe that isn't TOO good of a reason, but...

Kickin: Hmm? I can sorta see that. Clever thinking, princess.

Crafty: And Hoppy, you're the definition of a green light! You're always going into life head first and whenever you see a chance to keep going, you take it!

Hoppy: Hey you're right! I am like that aren't I?

Crafty: Mhm! I can't wait to make you guys look like a traffic light. It'll be so cool!

Hoppy: Hold up, are you going to paint us as an actual traffic light?

Crafty: No no... I'm not sure how I would go about that... Maybe I'll at least add something extra to the background though. You know, to make it more thematic...

Kickin: Alright, do what you need. *points at self* This dude's ready to strike a pose!

Hoppy: Okay, I'm green light, so I'm carryin' you guys!

Bobby: Will you be okay trying to lift up both of us, Hoppy?

Hoppy: Don't worry. I can hold you two just fine! Watch!

*Hoppy is gesturing Kickin to put his feet on her hands*

Kickin: U-uh... Y-you sure you got this?

Hoppy: What? Afraid I'm gonna drop you or something?

Kickin: Um, n-no! I DID say I was looking forward to this, wasn't I?

Hoppy: Alright... I believe you. *adds quickly* For now. *lifts Kickin up by his feet*

Kickin: *is a little startled* Woah!

Hoppy: Feeling steady?

Kickin: *processing his position and sighs with relief* Yep. Feelin' steady! Thanks, Hops!

Bobby: Oh, but how am I supposed to get up? I don't think I'll be able to climb up to you guys like this...

Hoppy: Oh, shoot- Didn't think about that. Sorry.

Crafty: I can help you get up there, Bobby. I'll just use my horn!

Bobby: Oh, really?

Crafty: Mhm, at least I can try to... Kickin, get ready to catch her by the feet once she lands!

Kickin: At your service!

Crafty: *slowly levitates Bobby*

Bobby: Ooh, I'm flying!

Crafty: Alright, steady... steady... Almost there...

*levitation starts to wear off, but just in time for Kickin to catch Bobby by her feet*

Bobby: Oof!

Kickin: Gotcha!

Crafty: Phew... That could've ended badly. Are you doing okay up there, Bobby?

Bobby: Mhm! That was a nice ride, Crafty! Thank you!

Crafty: *giggles* It's nothing. ...Okay, now that you guys are in position, time to paint!

Hoppy: Alright, I just need to make sure... How long will I be holding these guys for?

Crafty: Oh, it hopefully shouldn't take too long. Though I do like making the details stand out... so... Well... *blushes a bit* A-actually, it might take a little while... *says quickly* Sorry...

Hoppy: A bit of a challenge then, huh? Okay, I can handle it! Just don't take a SUPER long time and we'll be good.

Crafty: O-okay...

*after some time has passed*

Bobby: Are you guys doing okay down there? It's been a little bit now...

Kickin: Never been better, BB. *looks down at ground and shudders* Never been better... W-what about you, Hops?

Hoppy: S-still holding up! No worries about me!

Kickin: You sure about that? Looks like you're struggling a bit there.

Bobby: Are you sure you're okay?

Hoppy: Yep, I'm sure! You guys aren't THAT heavy, so I'll be fine~.

Kickin: Hmm, should I REALLY trust that? I mean, your grip does seem a bit shakier than it was earlier. It would be such a shame if you dropped us right about now. *says quietly with a hint of fear* A real shame...

Hoppy: Oh please. You're only saying this because you're worried I might drop you. You'll be just fine, Chicken.

Kickin: *in a playful tone, offended* Heyyy, I'm no chicken! You take that back right now!

Hoppy: But you ARE a chicken aren't you? How am I supposed to take it back when you're right there, huh?

Bobby: *in a playful tone* You guys... Don't try to argue with each other down there or you might just make me fall over! *giggles*

Kickin: Oh no need to worry your little head, BB. That's not happenin' any time soon. Riight, Hopsotch? Right?

Hoppy: Oh, won't you two quit it? Nothing will make me drop you guys! Not now! Not ever! We're all in this together after all!

Crafty: *sighs and speaks to self* You guys really are like a living traffic light, aren't you?

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Got inspired to make this after I saw posts about this trio, and I agree. As a group, they're underrated af

(The two goofballs who share a brain cell meanwhile the friend trying to keep hold of them both; literally these three)

This is the first written scenario I made for the Critters. Please let me know what you guys think!

❤️💛💚

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Fic WIP "Pretending to Breathe"

If he was going to be totally honest, Chris hadn’t been entirely sure he’d see the sky again. He’d tried not to dwell on it while he was in the zone, but now that he could see clouds again, he realized how much they really meant to him. Grass was nice, too. Nice to lay on, nice to run his fingers through. Just…nice.

He closed his eyes and focused on blocking out any sounds from outside of the park. He was out of practice, but was getting the hang of it again. It took a moment, but he managed to isolate just the stuff that was immediately relevant to him: The sparrows that were bouncing nearby, Brian’s (B+ was starting to lean into his Earth name) breathing, the sound of roots slowly pressing into the soil--stuff like that.

…Wait.

He turned to look at his friend who was laying in the grass next to him. He was pretending to be human, so he was brown instead of turquoise, his…wires? Tendrils…? Whatever the glowy cables on his head were called were disguised to look like dreadlocks. It was pretty convincing. Cute too that he made himself resemble Star Sapphire so obviously.

“...Brian, why are you breathing?”

“What.”

“You don’t normally breathe.”

“But I can! I have lungs! I always have lungs!”

“But you never use them.”

He sighed. “...Humans can subconsciously tell if I’m not breathing, so if my chest isn’t rising they get slightly unnerved and can’t figure out why. So when I’m pretending I try to make sure I’m breathing.”

Chris hummed. “Gotcha. Well. Uh. You’re good at it.”

“...Breathing?”

“Yep!”

“You’re dumb.”

“Everyone is dumb to you.”

“No, no I think it’s just you.”

Chris shoved him and he laughed. “Alright, I got a question for you, my little nerdy friend.”

“I’m only shorter than you because I haven’t felt like updating my form yet--”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“God.”

Chris sat with that in horror for a moment before slowly turning his head to look at Brian.

Brian was already looking at him with a big dumb smile on his face. He giggled when they made eye contact and he saw the concern in Chris’ expression. “You’re so easy.”

Chris squinted at him and sat up. “You’re annoying.”

“I am. Funny, though.”

“Is that what you want to be? A comedian?”

“I dunno. I don’t have a set lifespan, so I don’t really see the need to decide on a single course of action. I have…quite a bit of time to do many things. I could just hang out with you for the rest of your life and I wouldn’t have made a dent in the eternity I’ll have if I don’t get myself blown up. Even then you’d have to blow me up really thoroughly.” He winced. “...If my brother was here he’d have made a joke out of that phrasing.”

“What, about wanting to be blown real thoroughly?”

Brian sighed. “I shouldn’t have prompted you…”

Chris snorted. “You better say something real nice at my funeral.”

“‘Christopher Kent was my best friend. A lot of messed up stuff happened to him. But the greatest injustice in his life was that he was not born the blond that his personality and cognition indicated he should have been.’”

Chris gave him a look and that was enough to get him laughing again. He knew that B wasn’t Brainiac, he believed it too. But it was still striking to think that Brainiac had made such a giggly little kid. Even by accident. He shook his head. 

“Maybe you’re not invited.”

“Like you could stop me.”

“Ghosts are totally a thing.”

“I know how to trap them.”

“You’re lying.”

“Ghostbusters wasn’t as far off as one would assume. Anyway,” Brian sat up. “What about you, Mr. Fixed Lifespan, what do you want to be when you grow up? ‘Superman’ is not a valid answer.”

Chris snorted. “You have any idea how far down the list I am?”

“I do, yes. Heck, I think I'm even ranked higher--ah! Nope!” Brian caught Chris’ hand before he could get captured by it.

Chris strained to get past him, but Brian’s arm didn’t budge. “...Seriously, why are you so strong? Gah!” Brian yanked Chris over to him, and Chris fell on top of him in a heap. 

Brian hugged him close.  “My question is still unanswered. Answering questions is my whole thing, so you’re kind of cramping my style, blondie.”

Chris struggled a little bit, but not seriously. He groaned and went dramatically limp. “...I dunno, buddy. I never really got a chance to think about it before. Someone always had an idea of what I should do. I didn’t even really have time for hobbies before everything got bad. Well. Worse I guess, cause it didn’t start great either.”

Brian loosened his grip, and Chris adjusted to lay a little more comfortably. “Ah. Well…in that case…maybe when I start actually setting up my corps you could be…one of my first lanterns? Maybe? If you want, I mean. ‘Turquoise Lantern’ is a little bit of a mouthful admittedly, but I’m sure I can think of something better.” He cleared his throat nervously after he finished. 

Chris swallowed thickly. “Oh. Gee…you…you mean that?”

“Of course. You ask dumb questions all the time, you’re just what the corps would need.”

“Hey--”

“Now, I do plan it to be more of a research and education organization, so you may have to learn how to read but--” 

Chris slipped his hand under Brian’s shirt and started tickling him. Chris always thought it was hilarious how Brian would pretend to try and escape when the reality was that he actively chose to let himself feel the sensation for some reason. “You were really asking for this.” He pointed out as he scratched at the spot where Brian’s belly button would have been if he had one. He knew from experience that for whatever reason that was a bad spot, and Brian’s shrieks and squeals didn’t disappoint.

“I’m soooorry!’ He managed to squeak out.

“You can just ask, you know.”

“Wh-ha-hat?”

“If you want to wrestle or have me tickle you, you can just say that, you don’t have to try to annoy me first.”

“But--aha, Chris! C-Conrad and Damian bother each other for attention all the time!”

“Yeah, but they’re dating and both super crazy, are you calling me super crazy?”

Brian didn’t manage to get a response out because he was laughing so hard. He released Chris from his grip though, and Chris mercifully let him go in return. Brian took a minute to calm down.

“You’re mean,” He giggled. 

“Had fun?”

Brian nodded. “Yeah. I do kinda like it when you and Conrad play with me like that. It makes me feel like his actual little brother and like you actually like me.”

Chris’ eyes widened. “Wh--Buddy, I do actually--”

“I’m joking again.”

Chris squinted. “What did I just say about not having to annoy me to get me to tickle you?”

Brian squeaked and laughed and curled up into a ball. “Nooo! I was just being normal annoying that time!”

Chris snorted before laying back down in the grass next to him. “...I think I’d look good in turquoise.”

Brian uncurled and turned to look at him. “...Y-yeah, actually. I do too.” They made eye contact for a little too long, and Brian winced before awkwardly breaking it. 

Chris raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing!”

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S E 7 E N : L E V I A T H A N P A R T T H R 3 E

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), reptilian features during oral sex, intimidation, use of force, mentions of torture, death, rape, and cannibalism, murder, insulting religion, characters going against God…I think that’s it.

“So, you feel like visiting the ocean?” Jake asks with a slight bit of excitement in his tone. 

“The ocean?…um sure…”

“Good.” He winks as he cradled your chin, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip as he bites down his own. 

“….So perfect. What a great balance of light and darkness….I’m happy for him.” He softly states as he eyes your mouth while you slightly part it open. 

‘They all keep saying that…am I really eluding that type of aura? I’ve never been a dark person…never even really been into dark stuff…yet the keep saying these strange things to me…’

You started to become pensive as to what it was about you that was giving the brothers this idea that led them to believe you had a sense of darkness in your persona.

All your life you had been told you were kind, thoughtful, and though you were a realist and never been the type to be celibate or wait for marriage, you weren’t one to conduct yourself lasciviously or immorally either. You lived your life with a solid balance. 

You hardly went to church yet you did good things for others. You never permitted yourself to indulge in substances or acts that were considered immoral, yet you did occasionally enjoy yourself with friends and weren’t afraid to let your hair down once in a while. 

As far as you looked at it, you were pretty much normal, more tamed compared to your wild friends but not the ‘girl next door’ type either. 

But how in the world does that make you ‘dark’? Especially considering their definition of the term had to be way different than the manner of how you understood it. These fellows had a darkness in them that you’ve never seen in anyone, they were dangerous yet gentle, deadly yet loving, unruly yet polite…at least to you. They didn’t seem to mind other people so long as they behaved and left you alone. 

“Come on princesssss….let’s go have some fun.” Jake expresses as he takes you by the hand and walks you over to your dresser. 

Admiring the nudity of your form, he smirks as he brushed his hand over your waist. 

Taking out some undergarments, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he manually aids in dressing you. 

“Oh…I can do it…” you remarked as he takes your panties and kneels down before you, ready to feed your legs through. 

“I know you can…” he simply remarks as he closes in and kisses you. That tongue of his shocks you once more as you feel it enter your mouth. 

“Heh….gotcha.” He teases. 

Kneeling down, he notes for you to place your hands on his shoulders. Once you were stabilized, you lifted each foot as he fed your underwear through. Dragging them upwards in a slow….a very slow motion, he trails his kisses on your skin as the material follows suit. 

Starting at your mid thigh where his head was leveled at his kneeling position, he softly leaves a wet kiss, the tender sound effect of the smack was like music to both your ears. 

Moving up to right above your womanhood, where the flat surface of bare skin lays above the folds and your clit, he leaves another kiss. 

On your pelvic bone, he places another, moving up to your belly button, there was another…and another…and another….

Setting your panties in place as he raises it to a complete fit, he takes your bralette, and stands up.

Conducting the same manner, he places his soft kisses as his tongue flickered out to caress your skin simultaneously. 

Between your mid torso, the undercarriage of your breasts, your nipples, and your collarbone, he left no region untouched by his oral pleasure as he gracefully leaves wet patches all over you. 

Your head tilts back and off to the side as you expose your neck, which delighted him as he takes your hands, gently pinning them behind you as he simultaneously embraces your waist line. 

Your heavy breathing caused you to feel the weight of his broad chest as your breasts pushes up against him each time you inhaled. 

Kissing your neck, nibbling your jawline, and licking your cheeks, he places his lips on your cheek bone and leaves it there as his hands caressed your wrists, which had remained pinned behind your lower back. 

He whispered a series of compliments as his mouth remained firmly attached to the skin on your face, his warm breath and the slight feel of his teeth as he spoke drove you mad with a burning knot forming in your gut. You had long been moaning the moment he placed his mouth on you. 

………..

‘Just imagine what he’s going to do with you…you have no idea just much he craves you….’

‘You’re all he’s ever thought about…your beautiful face is carved into his sight.’

‘You’re more than just perfect…you’re everything…you're his everything.

………..

One by one, Jake showers you with words of praise on how well of a match you are for his elder brother, which in turn, much like his siblings, made him shower you with love in a way they understood it, while remaining in the boundaries of limitations as they understood fully that you belonged to Helel.

When you were finally dressed, he takes you out of the apartment and holds your hand fervently. 

“Tell me princess, do you like the sea?” He asks as he pulls you close to his side while you both walked towards the docks. 

“I do…a lot actually.” You remarked. 

“Yeah? What makes you like it so much?” 

“I don’t know exactly why…I guess when I was younger and I read the stories of sea monsters and mythical creatures it just always…made me love it.” You chuckled at the silliness of your reasoning. 

“Hmm…cute.” He smiles as he squeezes your hand. 

Standing at the edge of the dock, you relax your frame against the wooden rail and hover your sight over the edge to view the water. 

You could see the small minnows and even some crabs that lurked within the assorted marine vegetation. 

Leaning himself against your backside, embracing your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder, he presses himself firmly, your derrière plastered against his groin. 

“Look over there…” he whispers in your ear as he kisses your helix, followed by a sweet and small nibble while he tightens his embrace around the narrow part of your waistline. 

Reach his hand up, he slips it under your shirt and cups your breasts while massaging it with his fingers. 

Looking over in the direction he has pointed, you watched as a magnificent display of the water rises, taking form in the silhouette of sea monsters and water gods, all like the ones in the storybooks you read as a child, have become real before your eyes. 

“Oh my God…! Are you doing this?” You inquired. 

“Yeah princess….you like it?” He kisses your cheek. 

“I do…it’s amazing.” You stared wondrously as he continues to caress your skin, smiling with delight against the nook in your neck as he marks your reaction. “So I take it your talent is being able to control water?” You inquired. Remarking how each brother had portrayed unusual powers that authority and superiority over humanity. 

“One of them..” he chuckles against your skin as his hand begins to intertwine your fingers with his, initiating a series of flirtatious play as he taps his fingers along yours, admitting small tickles on your stomach. 

“You wanna see something really cool?” 

“Yes…”

Kissing the side of your head, he keeps his lips on the thatch of hair as he gently rests against you. 

The waters from afar was manipulated into a massive wave, as it peaked heights that was even taller than the buildings in the city. 

The water expands upwards and horizontally before you, barricading into a wall. You watched as all of the sea creatures continued to swim right before your very eyes, in a wide screen of oceanic display.

From the tiniest fish to the large whales, all the rainbow colorations of the ocean flowed along the current which shifted as the water no longer laid flat on the ocean floor, but in front of you instead. 

“This is so….” At a loss for words, you admired the beautiful and peaceful display before you. 

“Yes princess…it’s pretty…but nowhere near as pretty as you…” he gently pulls the hair away from your face and shifts it over your shoulder. 

Noting his affinity with water, and his snake like features, you tried your best to guess what Jake’s true identity was, but nothing came to mind as you weren’t really familiar with the 7 Princes of Hell, at least not enough to know each of them by heart, just merely recognizing their names once you heard them. 

Suddenly the water descends back onto the ocean floor, calmly and smoothly, not a single splash emerged once it took back to its normal form. 

A small tidal wave forms and pushes towards the dock, gently. As the water breached the wooden rails, a small sea snake comes out and slithers up the wooden posts that supported the structure of the dock. 

As it made its way up the rail, Jake reaches and grabs it, you watched as the creature coils and wraps itself delicately around both, his wrists and fingers, rendering a tamed obedience towards him. 

Opening its mouth, it spits out a rather large, black pearl. It was the size of a larger coin.

Taking it, Jake presents you the pearl as he admits a flame to gently coat the jewel. As the flames dissipate, a small and delicate chain appears, attached to it.

“For you.” He merely responds with. 

“…oh…thank you.” You were shocked by the gift, it was overwhelming and yet…the gestures of each valuable gift was beyond the measure of affection any man could give to a woman. 

First was Jays butterfly, which he named after you as he created the new species. Second was the pair of earrings Jungwon molded out of the old pair you had, and then Sunoo’s elaborate meal that was beyond delicious, along with the fine crystal chalices and cutlery served with it. 

Added to all of that, is Jake’s gift of the black pearl necklace. He places it delicately around your neck as if fits you perfectly. 

“Black really suits you…” he remarks. 

You chuckled as the memory of Jays words hit you from when he said something similar. 

“So I’ve been told…thank you. I really like it.” You thanked him as you admired the pearl in your fingers. 

“Good girl.” He softly whispers as he lightly taps his fingertips against your nose tip. 

‘They sure have a thing about tapping noses…’ 

You smiled internally as you noted how each brother had shared the same gesture when you meet with them. 

Caught in the moment of bliss and happiness, just as you had been with the his brothers before him, you asked Jake the question that lingered in your mind since the moment you met Helel…

“Can I ask you a question?” 

He sparks his eyebrows as he tugs on your waist gently. “Of course you can! You can ask me anything you like.” 

“….why does he…has he ever told you why...why me?” You asked as your gaze falls deep on the the twinkling surface of the water. 

Sucking on his teeth, he too fixes his gaze on the water. 

“It’s hard to say….he never really elaborated. He never even told us about you…not until the night you met him…” 

He pauses as a look of pondering thoughts reflected. 

‘He never told us...but I have a good idea as to why…y/n….but it’s not in our place to say…it will all come to you when it’s time for him to bring you home.’ 

You proceeded to ask a follow on question. “Does he….really love me? Even though he’s never met me before…at least not until four nights ago…”

“He does….more than you will ever know….more than we, his brothers, will ever know. He doesn’t have to say it for us to see it…y/n…even if an eternity passes…you’ll never truly understand just how much he needs you…wants you…” 

Jake paused as he tugs on your waist once more. “Desires you….it’s beyond love, passion and lust…it’s behind Heaven and Hell…it’s beyond everything between God and himself…” 

You nod as your eyes widened. Jake’s words hit the depths of your soul, right down to the very core. 

‘He really loves me then….one of the Seven Princes of Hell….is in love with me…which means I probably didn’t have a choice to begin with…if I hadn’t been selected to die by the angels….I would have been taken anyhow…because I was selected by him…long before the angels had chosen me.’ 

You both stood and remained in each others company for quite some time. The conversation went anywhere between the topic of snakes, to Helel. It was funny though, the more you got to know them, each brother had their unique fascination with something that was innate to your world. 

Jay with insects, Jungwon with cats, Sunoo with the delicacies of fine dining, and Jake with snakes. 

It was more to say the least, very interesting…you could t deny it, you were deeply curious if Helel had a similar feature. You had wanted to ask, yet the most you could get out of all of them thus far was…

‘You’ll see….’ 

Each brother devoted in telling you how much he loved you, but that was as far as it went. Asking any other questions seemed pointless since the lack of divulging information about him was apparent. 

“You ready to head back princesss?” He whispers, his tongue tickling your ear as it flickers against it. 

Giggling, you nodded. 

He held your fastens his grip on your hand, leading you in the same manner as his siblings, by leading the way and holding you by a strong hold. 

When you both had reached a corner on a main street within the city, he stops abruptly as he pins you to his side. 

“You gonna openly follow us all the way through? Or are you trying to be sneaky? Because if you are, you failed miserably.”  Jake’s voice turned dark and eerie as he spoke out without turning or shifting his posture. 

Slightly confused, you looked at him as he remained facing forward staring off into a daze with a slight smile. Tightening his grip on your hand, he pulls you in front and tucks your face into his chest, cradling you in his arms. 

“Say something back, right now before I come over there and make you…trust me you don’t want that.” He spoke out again, only this time, he turned his face as he reveals his side profile and glares at something towards his back side. 

You remained nuzzled against his chest, his embrace was firm as he fastened his hold around you. It was as if he sensed something that would have triggered you…and it did. 

“We merely were just watching…that girl has brought forth a series of sinful destruction to the city’s lead authoritarians….and it looks like you’re a part of it.” The voice lurks the shadows behind you both as you remained still, since Jake did as well. 

“I don’t know who you are…or why you’re here, but that girl is to die by the hands of Gods own noble guardians, as part of our holy father's desire to cleanse this unholy place….”

As the figure makes itself known, you hear as a car pulls up beside the man. He opens the door and assists someone out from the back seat. 

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Well isn't that sweet. I forget how small we are in your world. Chewing wood - talk about yuck! So glad we're past that now.

Maybe you could just whitelist Wikipedia for now to test his ability to keyword search? It'd be pretty cool, I think.

[Vespa's wings whirred to life once again, and carried her back to the box. With some more digging, she pulled out what she was looking for: a small, circular device with a wrist strap. It was a smartwatch, it's whopping 3mm diameter possible only with the most advanced of cephalopod nanotech.]

"Gotcha...! I've got to stop losing this thing..."

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Hahah, yeaaah... we don't have really updated information on our internet unfortunately. I'll help it learn the difference! In due time...

Mm, probably a good idea! Until I can get the script running that'd probably be good for now. Maybe some more research websites. Wikipedia for now, though!

His man functionalities, at least the original kinito's, was to be a web companion. I think adapting that meaning into the modern world would involve some quick search features like that!