#make the bees fly with like smoke or something

[71kedi-yip]

İcarus you are absolutely correct, I also don't watch tubbo so I have no clue about the joke but I have just learned something fascinating about bees so I have to over share:

Worker bees can turn into queen bees. Well they can turn into "false queens ".

What happens is that when the hive doesn't have a queen and for some reason can't raise a queen from an itty bitty larvae, one of the worker bees become a false queen and act pretty much the same way a normal queen does, she becomes the top of the hierarchy, gets bigger, losses her flight and even lay eggs! With one difference: since she never mated, all the eggs she lays turn out to be male bees, thus spelling the end of the hive.

tubbo chat stop making queen bee jokes o!tubbo is not a honeybee nor a stingless bee he is a solitary bee and therefore does NOT need a queen NOR is he able to be one

[tartarusknight]

Steve froze as the mind flayer came flying downwards at their group. He could hear Hopper yell for everyone to get down. Joyce and Jonathan running for Will. Steve who had been by both Robin and El, threw himself in front of them. Covering them the best he could. The mindflayer hit them with its smoke form and it was like nothing Steve had ever felt before. As is a tidal wave and a strong gust of wind mixed together to make you feel like you were drowning on land.

It settles around their feet for a moment before it began to swirl around all of them. Tendrils ran up Steve's leg but he didn't focus on that when there was one on El. The girl was the best shot to killing this thing. If she was taken now, they were fucked. So he battered them away from her as she did her best to get free of it's grips.

Only when Steve feels a tug, not on his leg or arm but like something tugged inside of him. Like someone had gotten a good grip on his intestines and pulled. Steve stumbled back his body going taught as he felt what felt like electricity running through his veins. His hand spasms and he drops the nail bat before his knees give out. Robin shouts his name and the last thing he sees before falling forward onto the ground is her outreached arms.

Steve feels nothing and everything at the same time. It makes it difficult to open his eyes but when he does, it's to an empty landscape. Like the Upside Down but... Just nature. It wasnt the creepy hell version of Hawkins but floating rocks and yellow lightning. The vines looked more like veins than slimy killers. And there was a form, made out of black particles flickering around. Silently he wishes that they could just have normal human problems to worry about. Instead of this.

As Steve stared, frozen to his spot, he could see it solidify into a spider like form before becoming something closer to a swarm of bees. It was the mindflayer. But it wasn't attacking like it had just been, it was just watching him. "King, help," the word isn't said but Steve hears it clear as day.

His brow furrows, "what?"

"King," it responds like he should understand. But he doesn't. "Help us, my king."

That word lost all meaning to him hears ago. From Tommy starting the nickname to the distain Steve could feel when Robin teased him with it. "You are called a king." It says and the pressure from it's words is like a pressure to his skull.

He winces and takes a step back, "that- I'm no king." But it doesn't seem to understand repeating the word once more. He feels at a lost, wishing someone else was here. He barely understood Will and El when they explained it wasn't the mindflayer attacking them, it was just Henry. That technically the mindflayer was just another puppet. Yet no one else is here. Wherever here is.

He feels dread light up his limbs and sighs. "Look, I haven't been called that in a long time. It basically-"

But the mindflayer cuts him off, "you are a king without a kingdom.” It's almost like a question but said like a demand.

"Sure, I guess. But I don't- what the fuck-" he screams, starting back as the smoke spirals down in front of him, looking smaller... But like a more condensed form. It almost looked solid if not for the wisps floating around it

"We need a king." The form flickers and it's like a living shadow.

"I'm not a king," Steve presses but as it takes a step forward, he scrambles further back until he trips on one of the many vines. As it reaches out, its hand catches him from falling. The fingers wrapped around his wrist are solid, almost warm against him.

"We need a ruler, a mind to melt us." The form is growing firmer the longer they stand here and Steve is lost. "you already are changing us." And if it can, it sounds amused.

"But- it was just a nickname. I'm not special." Steve splutters and the blackness of the smoak is changing. "I don't even know how to help you."

The grip on his wrist is completely solid and when Steve glances down, long human fingers are around his wrist. "Oh, my king, you're already helping us. Henry wanted us to strike fear in his enemies, he wanted an ally in his war, he wanted a beast. You just want to be free, for your friends to be safe, for me to be human. You desire a normalcy that you've lost," and the voice isn't pounding into Steve's skull but spoken like someone is speaking to him.

But Steve can look away from the hand around his wrist. "You desire for your friends to have a normal childhood, to have friends and play their games. You desire Robin to have another friend to confide in. You desire love," the voice is smooth and it would be relaxing if it weren't for the fact that it had been the fucking mindflayer a second ago. "My king, we can give it all to you," another hand moves and cups his cheek. Tilting him to look at a man with sparkling eyes and curly brown hair. As a smile formed on the man's face, a dimple formed to wink at Steve. "I think that it could be fun for both of us," the man grinned and Steve wasn't really sure what was happening anymore.

So I was trying around with this king Steve plot thingy after reading In Over My Head by staymagical (a wonderful fic if anyone's interested💞) but I had another actual idea of something like Venom (yes from spiderman) but more of... Well it was like Eddie somehow becomes Steve's shadow as in Eddie wasn't human. But I haven't gotten around to writing it yet. I might write a small clip like this with that premise tho. Anyways I combined the two ideas because I could and you got this. Hopefully it's at least an entertaining thought for ya 💞

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

2.3k words- wanderer comes with you on a job. things are likely to go up in smoke.

"this. was such a stupid idea." wanderer hisses from his spot beside you. back pushed against a well-aged stone wall, his hat in his hands since the obscenely round headwear makes hiding behind a wall a very convoluted endeavor.

you, who was standing nearest to the corner of the wall, peaking around it every so often swiveled your chin towards him and brought your finger up to your mouth to harshly shush him.

"i didn't ask for you to come. you invited yourself!" you hiss quietly back at him. the veins in his forehead from your return fire felt like they were around to fry and malfunction.

"no," he rebuttals, "buer insisted." which was... half true.

nahida had caught wind of a very interesting commission posted on behalf of the adventurers' guild on treasure street. something involving old books or scripts and she took a liking to it. 'you already know all of whatever's in those dusty tomes,' he had told her. still, nothing beat recovering the physical wisdom she already had so she could hold it in her small hands and fawn over it... so she claims. that's why he was here in the first place.

going along with whoever decided to take on the job beat out over having to endure her pressing gaze that lit his back on fire. the problem was that you were the one who took the commission.

while he tolerated your presence and didn't dislike you being around or yapping even if he was in a sour mood, when you were working out on the field- even he knew you were a reckless lost cause. did you bring results? yes. but you always found the most ludicrous ways to get there. if he took his eyes off you for a second, who knows what trouble you'd get yourself into.

presently, you and he had successfully snuck into the hideout of which the lost books were rumored to be. an old stone building that once stood as a small manor. the books were rumored to be in the last remaining tower on the east side of the main building; or so says the suspiciously detailed commission. of course, this hideout wasn't without its squatters. treasure hoarders infested the place like worker bees in a hive.

you both had gotten lucky so far. reckless as you are, he was half convinced you'd storm the place, guns blazing and just bull doze yourself all the way through.

as for what was going on around the corner, you were currently listening for the small group of treasure hoarders to pass by; or you would be if your hat wearing companion would stop nagging. shushing him between your teeth once more, you swirl your head away from him. annoyance bit at the back of his neck, still he obliged you by staying silent. one of his feet propped up against the wall behind him as he idled.

the chatter between the men you were both sneaking around faded into a murmur as he watched the back of your head from the corn of his eyes. the adventure's uniform was always tacky to him. apparently you thought so do, if all the changes you've made to yours was anything to go by.

"okay," you whisper. wanderer kicks himself off the wall before placing his hat back on his head with practiced grace. "coast is clear, let's go before someone else comes back around." as you take off around the corner his eyes roll before he's chasing after you.

for all his moaning, the previous nomad had no reason to doubt your skills. you were good as what you did. it was just always more trouble than it's worth sometimes.

with the same tactic of wait, listen, dash and repeat, you both managed to get to the tower and pushed past an old, domed wood door. the spiral of stone steps leading higher into the tower was so visibly unsafe, one wrong step on the wrong piece of rock would send a typical person tumbling all the way back down. of course, if that did happen, wanderer would just latch onto your collar and fly you the rest of the way up by your fabric scruff.

after an annoyingly long trip up in upward circles, you come to another door identical to the one at the bottom. wooden, domed and built with iron latches. twisting the handle and releasing the latch, the door opened, and the scent of dust hit your nose.

you step into the old room that looked like a small library once a upon a time and waved your hand in front of your face to stave off all the dust in the air. you coughed on it as wanderer watched you with crossed arms.

"you're so dramatic," he sassily told you before walking further into the library. a perk of not needing to breath was not caring about dust apparently. your lungs were currently envious of his mechanical innards.

"oh... shu-t up-" you choked, following after him.

the library itself wasn't grand. it was obviously old. cobwebs on the ceilings and in all corners, layers of dust that could easily create a thick quilt if it was all gathered in one place. the room of shelves held so many books draped in peeling covers and age-damage. still, somewhere among them was the books you needed to find.

it took a long time, longer than you wished, and more battles between dust clouds, spiders, and cobwebs that you care to admit, but you had finally found what you were looking for. placing any loose pieces of paper into your satchel on your hip, you take the book and wrap it up in cloth before also tucking it away.

"i think that just about does it." you say, latching your satchel up securely. "let's get out of here before-"

the sound of echoed, rushed footsteps stomping their way up the stairs behind the cracked door of the library interrupted you. spinning around, you faced the door as wanderer clicked his tongue.

"you just had to go and say something dumb."

"why are you blaming me?!" you screech.

"there's someone up here alright!"

one of the owners of the rushing feet shouted. wanderer's glare towards you made you look away quickly with sweat running down your cheek. you were guilty of nothing that he can prove. he stomped over to you and pulled on that cheek, his fingers pinching the flesh as his insides whirled in irritation. "you loudmouth!" through your squinted eyes did you see steam puffing from his mouth?

the cracked door blew open and behind it came rushing in three treasure hoarders. a knife thrower, a burly man with a shovel, and an excentric looking fellow in a red overcoat. 'oh great,' you think.

wanderer releases your cheek as the three men rush in. he grabs your arm and shoves you away from him and kicks starts your legs for you. you duck between the bookshelves as they give chase. the knife throwing man tries his luck, his projectiles lodging into the bookcase just as you find safety behind it. skidding to a swift turn, you counter with your own throwing skills- although with a stray rock on the floor inside of a knife.

a satisfied thunk sounded among the scuffle as the rock struck him on the head and he soon followed it to the floor. he deserves the headache he'll wake up with. your small victory was short as you yelp when the burly man with a shovel swings it and you just barely managed to duck under the woosh of its motion. rolling away from him you run, leading him towards a bookshelf you noticed was unstable earlier. once he was in place, you shoved the shelf with your shoulder, toppling it over the man.

books pelt him before the wooden encasement pins him to the floor. it was just heavy enough to keep him down long enough for an escape. stepping on the fallen shelf, you hear the treasure hoarder groan at your added weight on his back before you were rushing around the library back to the front.

"hey, [wanderer]! we've really gotta go!" you stood still in the library and wonder where the third guy had ran off to. he was the one you were most worried around. the last thing you needed was a molotov being thrown at you. "[wand]-" your second shout was cut off by a blast of wind swishing at your side. once the wind blew past, the sound of shattering glass echoed in the once tidy- but dusty- library. followed by a plume of fire.

"stop shouting! you're just giving yourself away!" you found wanderer at your back the moment you recovered from the sudden burst of air. there was a rumble in the floor caused by his vision as a blast of air sprang up from below the third attacker's feet. it violently burst from below, lifting him off his feet and onto his back.

three knocked down treasure hoarders. nice.

soon, the stairwell begin to fill with more noise. more shouting and stomping just like earlier. as you look over wanderer's shoulder, your voice chokes at the remnants of the flame-fueled molotov he had blasted away from your earlier. this library was the best fire starter in the books! dust, paper, wood. it checks all the boxes. and now you'd have to deal with more treasure hoarders.

"oh, come on!" you groan. wanderer looks behind his shoulder at you. he wonders if you realize that you've grabbed onto his arm or how close your nose was to his cheek at this angle. he clicks his tongue again before looking behind your head.

with his vision against his chest, he lifted his free arm, flinging a slice of air through a small window. the glass shatters, falls outside to the ground and the open air invisibly floods the room. it only adds to fan the flames that were now beginning to eagerly eat anything around it to grow.

moving, and dragging your wrist with him, he jumps up onto a nearby desk just under the now empty window frame.

"don't bite your tongue," he tells you. you look at him like he's nuts before he's shoving you out the window back first. shoving his palms against the front of your shoulders. your arms flail before the view of the library and wanderer, spin and flip to the outside stone of the tower and then the sky. there's a second of skirmishing noise before the sound of wind deafens you.

wanderer is quick to fly out of the window after you. diving down in the air, he swoops his arm under your stomach, securing you to his side. your body folds inwardly due to be stopped at free fall and wanderer takes a full few seconds of levitation before blasting off away from the scene.

"are you crazy?! why did you do that?!" you complain. rightfully so.

"did you want to stay and get burnt to a crisp?!" how he found the audacity to argue with you, you don't know. "we got what we needed anyway!"

"how about a little warning next time?!"

"stop shouting! you'll bite your tongue! don't you listen!"

"I have to shout so you hear me!"

the way he is holding you was backward; your legs were at his front with your arms clutching onto the flapping fabric that dangled on his person. clinging onto him, you watch the tower disappear behind the clearly strategic retreat. observing as smoke begins billowing up in the sky and you wonder if you'd have to include 'the result of the job was a massive fire' in your commission report.

it would break poor nahida's heart to know that so many books were lost to a reckless treasure hoarder who though a fire molotov in an old library was a good idea.

when you finally return to sumeru city and write up your report, your prompt in delivering it to katheryn. you glance over to the puppet who still hadn't dismissed himself back to the sanctuary of surasthana to do his own report back to the dendro archon herself with questioning eyes. was part of his task also to wait until you had submitted a report? what was keeping him?

walking over to his side, you dig the book out of your satchel along with the pieces of loose parchment. you offer them to him.

"do you need to take these back to lesser lord kusanali?" his arms remain crossed along his chest and he makes no move to uncross them to take your items. your chin juts up a fraction as if to tell him 'are you going to take these or?'

without so much as a word, he spins his back towards you. you're about to give him a piece of your mind, when he talks. "give them to her yourself." starting off, he walks further up treasures street, and you were left there flabbergasted. was he going to make you finish this job alone? "are you coming or not?" his voice called from up the slopped roads. he was waiting for you.

'guess he isn't.'

you jog to catch up to him, book clutched to your chest, and he waits until you were beside him to start walking again. just before he moved to open the door to the sanctuary, you stopped him.

"thanks for helping me out earlier." he turned to look at you quizzically. "you know? for deflecting that flaming bottle? it would've sucked if it caught the job items on fire."

"it wasn't a big deal." he turns away again.

"i also appreciate that you didn't let me get hurt."

there was a silence. then, "you're welcome." it was a genuine statement. not a hint of sass. it made you feel pretty proud. "come on." he told you before he's walking inside with you in tow, but not before opening the door for you.

nahida was pleased at the newfound items she could safely store away after thoroughly studying them. but when you informed her that the rest of the library you ventured to in search of those items went up in smoke? lesser lord kusanali wasn't the happiest archon in teyvat about that.

a/n: you'll never guess which scene i rly wrote all this for was- also yes i put [wander] in brackets when reader was speaking bc he's obvious named differently, so its more or less a name placeholder lol

[inawickedlittletown]

What Do You Mean, A Plane (BuckTommy) - 8x03 coda

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“I really hope those idiots get a huge fine,” Tommy said. 

Lucy bumped her shoulder against him. “I think they will.” 

“How many incidents like this is it going to take before people figure out that it isn’t a good idea to use a freaking explosive to find out the sex of their baby?” Tommy asked. 

Lucy sighed. “In premise it’s a cute concept if it’s like a cake with pink or blue frosting inside but it has gotten out of hand.” 

“And what if the kid is nonbinary? Or trans? Then what, the parents went through all this trouble just to then realize that they were wrong the whole time. I just don’t get it. And considering how dumb they and their offspring are likely to be, what if they go and have a different gender reveal and set off another fire even when they’re told that the dry climate isn’t the time or place to do something like this.” 

“You’re just a grump today, aren’t you,” Lucy said with a grin. “Lighten up, I think we should be good to go home in a bit. And hey, at least now I know I’m not expecting a gender reveal party whenever you and Buck wind up having kids.” 

Tommy decided to ignore her second statement. It was way too soon to think about kids even if Tommy could picture it. 

Lucy gave him a nudge. “Too early?” 

“We haven’t even moved in together yet. Yes, too early.” 

“Yes, but you want him to move in, don’t you.” 

She was not wrong. Evan was at his house all the time as it was, but the times when he wasn’t it felt emptier and far more quiet than Tommy preferred. 

“That’s not a denial,” Lucy said. “Come on, Kinard, this was not that bad.” 

It wasn’t. Tommy had been in the air to start dropping retardant and also helping smokejumpers get to the fire from the inside. Then, he’d been told to bring the copter down and join the ground crew. He’d found Lucy there. 

“Any idea why they brought us down?” She’d asked. 

“I guess they needed more hands down here,” Tommy said, but took note that there were no other helicopters or jets flying over the fire.

It had been a long day, but the fire was basically out, some smoke still rising into the sky. He really did think going home sounded perfect. It’d be even better if Evan was there, but Evan was on shift probably still dealing with calls related to the killer bees. Evan had said the weather had likely sent them on their way and Tommy supposed the smoke from the forest fire had calmed them too. Probably. No more bee-nados. 

When they did get cleared to go, Tommy just let out a huge yawn. Maybe it was the lack of sleep making him feel grumpy. Except that he would still be pissed at stupid people and gender reveal parties if he was fully rested. He and Lucy wound up hitching a ride with another company and they were all far too tired to talk to each other. 

Tommy checked his phone instead of making small talk. There were a few emails. Promotional garbage, a couple of bills that were on autopay and a few other random things. Nothing that required his attention. Evan hadn’t called or texted since the morning, but Tommy had seen and responded to that text. 

Evan: I don’t know what’s bothering me more today, Gerrard or the noise from the construction. 

Tommy: Tune them both out? Hang in there. 

When they got back to Harbor, he ignored the way that some of his coworkers seemed glued to the tv in the break room in favor of going to get cleaned up and out of his sweat drenched clothes. By the time he was done, they all seemed to have scattered again. The last he saw was a helicopter going up into the sky. 

He made it out to his car and found that there was way more traffic than should be normal especially when he wasn’t getting on a highway, so he put on a podcast and didn’t mind the longer drive. He made it home in one piece and then after warming up some of the leftovers went straight to his bedroom, got out of his clothes, and climbed into bed. He sent Evan a text before putting his phone on do not disturb. 

Tommy: Fire’s out. I’m home. Come over when you’re done with your shift, I’ll probably still be asleep when you do. Be safe out there. 

Then, he passed out. 

Tommy woke up when he heard his front door open, but stayed in bed until Evan made it to his room, sitting up slowly and blinking at him. 

“Shit, did I wake you?” Evan asked, voice low. 

“It’s okay. Hi, Evan.” 

“Hi,” Evan said and he crossed the room to lean over to kiss Tommy. 

“What time is it?” 

“Little after two,” Evan said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’m actually surprised we were allowed to go. They’re still working on clearing the plane. I guess if you call out half the firehouses out they had too many of us to keep all of us.”

Tommy blinked a few times. “What do you mean, a plane?” he asked. 

“The one that landed on the 110?”

“What?” Tommy asked. “A plane landed on the 110?” 

“Yeah,” Evan said, “why do you think everyone was grounded? Weren’t you? Anyway, Athena landed the plane on the 110 after Bobby and I cleared it for her. Everyone made it. Well…not the Captain I think they said she was pulled out through a hole. The co-pilot had a heart attack.”

Tommy was at a loss for words. And then, it hit him…

“Did you just say Athena landed the plane?” 

Evan nodded. “But don’t tell anyone. Bobby says she wants to remain anonymous. She’s happy to just be the passenger that saved the day.” 

“Evan, we’re going to have to backtrack to the beginning. I haven’t heard about any of this.” 

“Oh,” Evan said, eyes widening. “How? It was on every news station.” 

“I was at a fire,” Tommy said.

Evan went through it. An in air collision that wound up with Athena of all people in the pilot’s seat with a kid that was at most twelve. How the 118 had spent most of their day talking people on the plane through triage and first aid for other passengers. How Evan had been trying to reach Bobby the whole day and then just went to get him instead. Lucky decision as it turned out. 

“Who talked Athena through all of it?” Tommy asked. 

“ATC got a flight instructor on the phone,” Evan said. “It worked even when the plane couldn’t be turned.” 

“The plane had no rudder?” Tommy asked.

“The plane had at least two holes and caught on fire after landing,” Evan said. “Sure add not having a rudder.” 

“Evan,” Tommy said because it was not the time for joking. 

“Bobby, Brad, and I were on the phone with Athena trying to get to the airport when she found out it wasn’t going to turn, so we wound up clearing the highway for her to land. It all worked out.” 

Tommy let out a breath and he reached for Evan’s hand. It did work out. Tommy had clearly missed the whole thing, but it had worked out and that was very important to him especially because it meant that Evan had come home to him. Still, a small part of him did wish he’d been looped in. Tommy had never flown a commercial passenger plane or anything, but he did know how. At one point he’d even considered that a possibility after the Army. Tommy didn’t know how much help he could have offered from the ground, though, and Athena had already been connected to a flight instructor. Still, that didn’t meant that he didn’t feel a little left out maybe. 

“Wait, you said you had to clear traffic on the 110,” Tommy said. “How’d you manage that?” 

“Borrowed a motorcycle,” Evan said. 

“Borrowed a motorcycle,” Tommy repeated. 

“Needed to get there somehow,” Evan said. “Bobby and I already stole a truck from the set of the show.” 

Tommy let out a small laugh at that. “What?” 

“How do you think we were at the right place at the right time.” 

They talked a little more about it. How Bobby had taken a firetruck off the set of Hotshots and how they were joined by one of the actors. How it took a while for anyone else to arrive. How Buck had felt the windstream of the plane as it came down. 

“It was so good to see Bobby take charge. I missed him so much, Tommy.”

“I know,” Tommy said. “I know you do. Where was Gerrard during all of this?” 

At that, Evan pulled away, he turned so he could look directly at Tommy. 

“He was — probably still is — in the hospital. They never did get back to us on how he was.” 

“The hospital? What happened to him?”

Evan went stiff. “Uh…so he got in my face again. Started just ranting at me and then I heard one of the buzzsaws come loose. Well, no, I don’t know if I did. I pushed Gerrard so hard he hit his head on the ground. There was so much blood, Tommy. Hen thought he was concussed.”  

Whatever he felt about Gerrard, and whatever that man deserved, he didn’t like what this was doing to Evan. Tommy sat up a little more, letting his sheet pool at his waist. He pulled at Evan until Evan scooted next to Tommy, leaned into him. 

“The buzzsaw would have hit him?” Tommy confirmed. 

Evan gave a nod. “I just acted. Pushed him. But I was so angry so I don’t — I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know if I did it to save him. I don’t know.” 

Tommy wrapped an arm around him, brought Evan right into him and kissed the side of his head. 

“I know you, Evan, and Gerrard has been taunting you and driving you crazy for months, and while I think he can hit nerves — he’s good at it — you wouldn’t turn to violence even against him. I think you saved him.”

Evan groaned. “I’m going to get fired, aren’t I?” 

“Why?” Tommy asked. “You saved your Captain’s life even if you did injure him and you were instrumental in saving a whole bunch of people both on and off that plane. I really can’t believe I missed it.” 

“Well if not fired, then how much worse is Gerrard going to be?” 

That Tommy couldn’t predict. Gerrard was a loose cannon, a bigoted one that didn’t approve of anyone and had certainly had it out for Evan from day one. Tommy hated how powerless it made him feel, but he could be the shoulder that Evan leaned on. 

“Hey, whatever he does, I know you can handle it. Now, tell me again about you stealing a prop from a set, how does that even work?” 

“Apparently they use real trucks even if they’re not outfitted with the right tools,” Evan said. 

“And the motorcycle. And why is this the first I’m hearing about you knowing how to drive one.” 

Evan laughed, leaning into him. “Tommy, I’m so glad I could come here after all that madness.” 

“Me too, Evan. Me too.” 

The next morning, when he finally got around to watching the footage of the whole thing he figured it was probably better he hadn’t known until after the fact, when he already knew that Evan was alright and that so was everyone else. 

[vyl3tpwny]

wauitb what the fuck i have 5000 followers

this is insane hi guys

to celebrate 5000 followers on tublr here are some facts about myself: - my favourite food is fried chicken

- my favourite food is spicy fried chicken

most of my hyperfixations fluctuate in and out, but some that don't ever seem to let me go are my little pony, half life, skrillex, undertale/deltarune

recently i have developed an unfathomable obsession with bees i have a huge bee hyperfixation i play bee swarm simulator on roblox every day and i watch bee videos and i also just designed a beesona on pony town its name is beetrice the dragon bee:

my favourite movie is probably wolf children or mr. bean's holiday or elf

im basically lucario for girls

i am like a dragon and i collect things that i like.. you can see some here:

i play a lot of instruments, mostly piano, drums, singing, and guitar/bass/ukulele. my first instrument was the drums tho which i started playing when i was 2 or something. i no longer play drums because our house is too small for a drum set right now and i dont like electronic drum kits. one day!!!!

i have had zero music lessons which is why you should also make music bc you dont need to spend life savings on music education to make chunes

non-musicians who have influenced me the most are @sterfler and @astroeden who have changed my brain chemistry forever artistically (this is not an exaggeration)

i am not allergic to anything at all somehow

im the motherfucker who will drink an entire gallon of whole milk with nothing else yeah im just kind of awesome like that

i do not drink alcohol (anymore) or smoke or do drugs or anything like that just a personal pref

i am filipino but i am also chinese and scottish and italian and polish and maybe other things

i have been openly queer since 2011

i have been a furry since 2007 or something?

i have been making music since 2007 or something....?

my first true love as a musician was queen, which (because of their older albums) was my rabbit hole into the world of progressive rock. my passion for creating music was nurtured entirely by my discovery of genesis and the album 'the lamb lies down on broadway'. the next thing that shaped me as an artist? skrillex - 'scary monsters and nice sprites'

i have really bad verbal processing issues so you can probably speak directly to me and i will have no idea what youre saying sometimes

my feelings on art change a lot but i update my topster lists every now and again

i am mostly right [hoofed] but i'm technically ambidextrous

my first concert was bruce springsteen i think it was in 2009. i still love the the boss to this day.

i'm a kitty cat

i am also a dragon

i am also a possum

i am a formless void

my first song i wrote when i was 8 was titled after a jimmy neutron reference

the second song i wrote was a fan song about the flying dutchman

i played the original dota warcraft 3 mods long before dota 2 and league of legends existed because i've been a blizzard fangirl since like 2005 and now i hate blizzard so fuck you blizzard you're evil as shit but anyway i used to try and do map development for warcraft iii games but really my favourite thing to do was build maps where i could build the biggest possible army to fight npcs for fun. one of the first videos on my thecobalion channel is a warcraft iii map someone else made. i've just now turned it off private so you can see it if you want.

my favourite kind of humour is recursive

ok thanks what i can remember about myself right now. thanks for following me!!!!

[sassenach77yle]

Happy World Bee Day - 20 May

World Bee Day is observed on 20 May each year to draw attention to the essential role bees and other pollinators play in keeping people and the planet healthy.

🐝🐝Chapter 81~ Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone🐝🐝

"I found two of them, curled up together in the cup of a hollyhock, covered in pollen and holding each other’s feet.” “Were they dead?” “No.” He’d moved off me but was still imminent. His hair was loose, soft and tumbled, sparking red and silver in the firelight, and I brushed it behind his ear. “I thought they were, the first time I saw it, but I’ve seen it several times since, and they’re just sleeping in the flowers. They wake up when the sun warms them and fly off. “I don’t know whether it’s something like camping out for them, or whether they just get too tired to make their way back to the hive or are caught out by the dark and lie down where they can,” I added. “You mostly see single bees doing it, though. Seeing two of them together like that … it was very sweet.” “Sweet,” he echoed, and threading his fingers through mine kissed me gently, tasting of smoke and beer and bread with honey. “Do you know why they’re called hollyhocks?” “No, but I suppose ye’re going to tell me.” One big hand ran down the side of my neck and delicately grasped my nipple. I returned the favor, enjoying the rough feel of the hairs around his. “The Crusaders brought it back to England, because you can make a salve of its root that’s particularly good for an injury to a horse’s hocks. Apparently crusading is hard on the hocks.” “Mmm … I wouldna doubt it.” “So,” I whispered, flicking my thumbnail lightly, “‘Holly’ is an old spelling of ‘Holy’—for the ‘Holy Land’?” “Mmphm …” “And ‘hock’—well, for ‘hocks.’ What do you think of that?” A subterranean quiver rippled through his body, and he lay down on top of me and eased both hands under my hips. His breath tickled warmly in my ear. “I think I should like to sleep in a flower wi’ you, Sassenach, holding your feet.”

[helluva-simper]

Drugs

Word count: 1k

TW!: drug use, 18+, suggestive content, cussing, violence. Minors DNI

              Valentino walked into his penthouse, the main color of the room being a red and dark pink with an occasional blue and purple. He sits on the couch turning on the TV. He leaned towards the table to grab the cigarette box but when he opened it, nothing was in it. “Voxxy!? Where did I put my extra cigarettes?!” 

Valentino gets up and looks around the living room as Vox yells, “I don’t Fucking know! You probably used them all since you smoke them like there’s no tomorrow!” Valentino audibly groans. 

Vox walks into the room and laughs at Valentino’s look of despair. “You look so stupid, Val. Can’t you just smoke something else to control the bitches.” He asked, carrying his “fuck Alastor cup.” in a blue robe. “I could but those are my favorite.” Valentino whines as Vox sighs. “So… Voxxy baby~... can you do me a favor and watch over the club while I’m gone.” “No. I’m incredibly too busy to deal with your bullshit.” Vox said.

“Come on~. I’ll pay you back. And I promise you won’t regret it.” Valentino said, running his fingers down the side of Vox's TV screen. Vox groans as he pushes his hands away. “Val, I said-” “You don’t even have to stay long. Just need you to make sure everything is going smoothly.” Valentino says grabbing his phone about to call someone to pick him up already knowing that he has won. “Ugh, fine.” Vox walks away drinking whatever was in his cup. Valentino was off to see you.

You were a bee demon that went by the name of ‘Hunne’. You were a popular and wealthy demon by selling a product called “Honey buns” since it was originally supposed to be in food but… eh… you just thought that drugs would be better. It was a drug that could make you feel like you could fly or make you feel completely relaxed depending on how much you take. It was in all forms: pills, powder, cigarettes, and that was why Valentino was taking the time out of his day to drive to the other side of Hell.

He walks in to see you smoking your own stuff. “Hunne, baby, how ya been?” Valentino said walking to the counter almost scrunching his nose at how strong the smell of smoke was near you. “Tino, haven’t seen you in a hot minute. Ran out of my stuff?” You asked, putting your cigarette in the ashtray in front of you. 

You had black and yellow stripes all over your skin, your hair was messy and was covering your face barely able to see through your hair to see your fully black eyes. You were quite skinny and frail with boney fingers that had long, black nails. When you spoke, you would make a buzzing noise.

“Sadly so, but I also came to see my favorite stoner.” Valentino said, having a toothy grin resting his upper left arm on the table. “Of course, Tino. Now…” You stretch out your thin arm and open your hand. He digs inside his robe and pulls out his wallet giving you the money. You smile, taking it and putting it in a lock box behind you. 

As you bend down, Valentino wolf whistles looking up and down at your body. Even though you were very scrawny, Valentino found it very interesting. How easy it would be to dominate you, break you. But if he wasn’t your best customer, you would have shot him with the gun you had in the box as well. So, you just let him wish.

“You know, you would make a wonderful assistant~.” Valentino suggested with a smug look. You stood up and grabbed a vial from inside a cabinet as you said, “Maybe in the next Hell.”

Valentino had a specific type of cigarette that he always requested. It had a vibrant red color and had a chemical that, without the right protection, would make anyone other than him incredibly high, that’s why you wore gloves and a mask.

Valentino rolls out his tongue letting his saliva drip into the small tube. When it was full he said, “I would like to see how my little worker bee does their job.” “I prefer for you to stay outside.” You answered walking to the backroom door. As you did, he walked to you. 

He puts his lower arms on your hips and the upper on your shoulders. “Baby, come on~ I won’t touch anything… unless it’s you~.” He purrs in your ear. Since you knew that you were too weak to fight an overlord, you just turned around, dug out his wallet, feeling his bare chest sending chills down his spine, pulled out his wallet, and took out 2 $100 bills.

“You drive a hard bargain, my sweet.” He spoke. “If you don’t take your dick holding hands off me, I will not make your drugs.” You said firmly. Valentino pulls his hands away and holds them up, surrendering. 

When Valentino backed away, you opened the door. The room was almost pitch black with a very dim orange light. A visible black smoke filled the room, making Valentino choke. “Fucking hell! How do you work or even breathe in here?!” Valentino said, waving his hand around. You just shrugged. 

The same way a bee collects pollen, your hair always had pollen in it, the only difference was that you didn’t need to taste good. You always being in an enclosed room while smoking tainted the pollen being the main ingredient. When it’s mixed with Valentino’s saliva well… you’ll be so high you might attempt to fly off the Vee’s tower.

You walk to a giant mixing machine and put the two ingredients in it.  You put the time for 3 ½ minutes and started it.  As it mixed you walked over to a table and grabbed the lighter and cigarette from it then lit the cigarette. Valentino watched your every move with a growing idea. 

Valentino walks to you taking the cigarette out of your hand. “What the fuck man?!” You exclaimed, reaching for it but you were too weak to move the hand that was pushing you back. He wrapped his hand around your chin and pulled your face to his. He took a drag, pulled down your mask, and blew it in your face. Being the addict you were, you instantly inhale the smoke. “Give… give it back.” You muttered trying to pull away but he didn’t let go. 

“So, Hunne, baby~. May I know why you have to wear all this protection?” Valentino asked. He didn't really didn't need to though since he already knew. You had told him the first few months he started requesting his special drug. He just want to hear your own voice say it.

            You stayed silent, not replying to his question trying to step away but used his lower arms to keep you in place. Valentino tales another drag watching you breathe it in like you needed it, like it was oxygen.

             “Come on, baby~. I just need you to say a sentence or two. Can be too hard, right?” He spoke backing you up into the wall. You were terrifide. Yeah, you being his favorite drug dealer let you know that he wasn't gonna kill you… somewhat but him towering over you like that was making you feel uncomfortable.

            Before you could tell him to go fuck himself, he pushed himself against you and moved your chin up allowing him to unravel his tongue around your neck. Your breathing stopped.

            What was this smell? God, it was intoxicating making your vision blur. You felt like you had just stopped thinking. Valentino could see the break on your face. He kissed you and you didn't fight back, didn't even think about it (as if you could). He sild his tongue inside, exploring, making the effects of the chemical worse.

            Valentino, his voice deep and breathy, whispered in your ear, “Perhaps the drugs can wait… can't they?” The only response he got was incoherent noises which made him smirk. “Till then, just be a good little “Hunne” bee and let Daddy do what he does best.”

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@kadegravy -my fav Stoner

[blinkngone]

light years.

Silence resides like an unwelcome guest in the Burrow. On the days he doesn’t go to the Ministry, Harry mostly sits at the table in the Burrow’s kitchen, picking the skin on his lips. New post-war commodity at the Burrow: dirty dishes populating the a sink that has always been spic and span. A glass of water on the table that he never drinks. Harry Potter, saviour of the Wizarding World, rotting in the kitchen of a crooked, sun-bathed house. Out of the corner of his eyes, past the kitchen window, there is a blur of red and ivory. Sometimes he watches this blur flit back and forth between the frame of the window, sometimes he puts his head on the table, closes his eyes. Wills himself to remember her skin on his, the smell of her on his jaws. She feels a lifetime away. Centuries pass before he lifts his head back up again. The slant of the sun lengthens on the table. Near the edge, G.W is inscribed on the wood, below it, the initials of her brothers. These words belong to another time, when pain came from breaking elbows in the yard, gnome biting their toes, bee stings from the hives sticking to the trees. These days, pain comes from things they shouldn’t have even experienced.

“Your childhood was robbed from you,” Kingsley told Harry one time when they were repairing the greenhouses at Hogwarts. Amid the havoc of the war, green plants shot up regardless.

So much more than just his childhood was robbed from him, Harry wanted to tell the Minister. His life was almost snatched from him. His future, his people, all the love he could’ve had. He didn’t say anything, just shrugged. After, as he stood near the lake smoking a cigarette, squirrels scampered away from him. Like they knew this life he had, was more tinted with death than any eighteen year old life should be.

/

Now, the sounds from outside populate the silence of the Burrow. With Ron and Hermione in Australia, Mrs. Weasley at the Shell Cottage, and the others at the Ministry, the house seems to be an extension of the aching loneliness he feels. Lately, he is consumed by the need to do something, anything except attend hearings at the Ministry and helping at Hogwarts. There is a constant restlessness between his ribs. In bed sometimes, he cannot feel his body anymore, feels like he is becoming more and more unmoored from this plane of existence. In the bathroom that mostly smells of shampoo that Mrs. Weasley makes from the flowers from the Burrow’s orchard, he looks at the reflection in the cracked mirror above the sink, and is unable to locate himself.

Ginny, he observes, embodies his restlessness. She is wild that summer, Ginny. He sees it. She prowls around the Burrow at night, lithe and haunting. A ghost. In daylight, she is as fleeting as an afterthought. She is gone before he’s up, and thinks no one notices how she is beginning to disappear, parts of her falling off and getting lost. Untended grief settling in those empty spaces. Harry becomes increasingly concerned, but no one has taught him how to prevent another person from disappearing into darkness. Framed in the window of his room in the attic, he too, looks ghastly. If it weren’t for the throb of pain in his open wounds, the sting of summer on his red burns, he wouldn’t be able to tell if he were human, Harry thinks.

He remembers their days at Hogwarts, how she’d demand he sit against the trees and watch her fly. Eyes glinting, and a wicked grin on her face, she’d deftly braid her hair into a plait. Broom between her legs, she’d say, “Top this, Potter.”

And he watched, because how could he not. After everything he’d seen in his sixteen years of life, she was a miracle. Later, he’d unbraid her hair, lips on the column of her neck, tasting the wind on her skin.

These days, the only forms of interaction between them are: their dirty cups stacked on top of each other, strands of hair she sometimes leaves in the bathroom sink, her clothes and his tangled in the laundry hamper.

/

It happens on an ordinary afternoon. He stops a few feet away from the Burrow, near the chicken coup to smoke a cigarette. Today, he met Kingsley at the Ministry. He offered Harry a spot in the Auror Department.

They sat opposite each other at the table in the Minister of Magic’s office. He told the Minister, “I have to think about it.”

“Yes, Harry. Take your time. Maybe wait till Ron and Hermione are back.”

“Ron and Hermione, yeah,” he said. It dawned on him that he’d never taken an important decision without them by his side. He was so wholly inadequate without the two of them.

The birds chirp in the orchard now, the breeze heavy with humidity. Dragonflies buzz over his head. Hermione once told him, when she was little, she’d look out the window of her bedroom in the hopes of seeing dragonflies.

“Dragonflies mean heavy rain!” her Mum used to tell her. In his last letter, Ron wrote Mrs. Granger’s memory was proving difficult to be restored. She was still unable to remember Hermione.

It sure feels like heavy rain today. He blows the smoke out, slowly. Taps his finger against the cigarette and watches the column of ash fall away.

“What’s that?”

He turns around to see Ginny, broom against her hip, standing where the orchard gives away to tall and wide grass blades. Her voice sounds different, rusty from the lack of use.

“Cigarette,” he tells her.

“What?”

“Muggle shit.”

She just lifts her eyebrows, her mouth perched on the brink of laughter. Her hair is wild, sweat shining on her face. For a few seconds they look at each other. He is afraid to look away.

“Want to try?” he asks her.

She shrugs and steps forward. He covers the distance between them in three long strides.

/

The floating foliage of the leaves makes shadow patterns on their bodies. The sunlight feels old, slightly muted. She he likes the way the yellow light catches the tiny hairs on his arms, bringing out the dark butterscotch of his emerald pupils, makes his face look unbelievably beautiful. They pass a cigarette back and forth, the both of them lying on a patch of asymmetrical sunlight, the dew from the grass wetting the back of their thin shirts. He blows the smoke from the corner of his mouth, so that the left side of his face disappears momentarily in this white smoke, then reappears in the very next instant. She can smell the scent of her own hair, like wildflowers, and wishes he smells it, too, over the smell of his cigarette.

He doesn't speak much, nor does she. But his lingering looks burn into her skin, make her feel more than a wound that won’t scab, not even at the edges. Yesterday she took him to the pond, and they sat near the edge, with their feet in the water. Green weeds curled around their calves. Their shoulders were touching.

He said, “I thought about you, a lot. You know, when I was away.”

She blinked at him and wondered if it was too early to tell him about hurting in his dorm, seeing his face every time they shot a Cruciatus at her, willing to die than divulge any information that might be used against him.

“Oh.” She touched her chest with her palm. She looked out at the pond, listened to the croaking of the frogs on the green pads of leaves bigger than the sun in the sky. She wanted to give him her heart, knew he’d cradle it in his rough palms delicately, with the kind of tenderness that touches you once in twelve million light years.

“I stole your jumper,” she told him. “Wore it to bed.” Every night.

She turned to look at him the same moment he looked away. She caught the shy upturn of his smile sideways, for a fleeting moment, and revelled in it for the entire night.

She turns to him now, props herself on her elbows. He looks up at her. There are a million things she wants to tell him. The most important of which, perhaps, is that she loves him. Wants them to heal together.

“Harry.”

He stubs his cigarette in one quick motion. The contours of his lips, the wetness of his tongue are painfully familiar. Beautifully so.

[cloverdaisies]

MEDIA STUDIES: KIM SUNWOO

this document contains a letter to the pretty boy who sits quietly in the back of a poorly lit media studies classroom. ☆*:.｡.

song recommendation : photosynthesis- sunwoo

☆*:.｡. ☆*:.｡. .｡.:*☆☆*:.｡. .｡.:*☆o .｡.:*☆☆*:.｡. .｡.:*☆

LETTER ONE:

MONDAY 5TH JUNE 2007

hi pretty boy,

your sweet peach lips, and chocolate brown eyes seemed to have fell dull today. it irked me to ignore your sad state and pitiful expressions, despite having never interacted with you before now. you always sit at the back of the class, huddled as far back into the corner as humanly possible. you nervously chew on your pencil a lot and enjoy spinning the thinned wood between your two fingers. you smell of a woody-spicy accord every time you breeze past, a scent that is both unfamiliar yet powerful in evoking the warm explosion of butterflies and bees in my stomach.

your smile is full, bright and unavoidably noticeable as it spreads from ear to ear it’s a rare sight now since something in your timeline has shifted. you seem to be aching, in your oversized hoodies and frowned expressions - i wonder what had destroyed the beautiful boy who usually sits peacefully amid his own daydreams. Your voice was deep and smooth, one that could sing any woman to sleep, you looked like you drank black coffee and smoked cigarettes off your balcony every morning. your face screamed a palette of romance, you looked like the lead in a romance novel like the boy who rescues the princess in a fairytale-

“what are you writing?” the girl sat next to me cranes her neck over my page as she tries to read the contents of the page in front of me

“nothing to do with you clearly.” i retorted, scrumpling the page and discarding it in the small trash can towards the back of the class.

the bell sounded to mark the end of class, i left with a slight pink tint on my cheeks as i made short eye contact with the brown eyed boy at the back.

WEDNESDAY 7TH JUNE 2007

media was always a lesson that flew by pretty quickly, considering my only assignments were to analyze music videos and watch movies it wasn’t too difficult and time seemed to just fly by when i had little work to do.

whilst practicing my handwriting out of sheer boredom, i reached to take a sip of my iced caramel latte i’d bought from the local coffee shop shortly before class before i felt a small object hit the back of my head and then bounce back onto the floor next to my desk.

i looked behind me with a look of sheer confusion to see the pretty boy from the back of my class, who didn’t have a name to my knowledge, chuckle at me mischievously.

with a nervous and reluctant smile back, i picked up the scrumpled piece of note paper he pointed to beside me, his hands hidden in the cuffs of his grey hoodie.

in messy handwriting the paper wrote:

hi pretty girl,

thank you for the compliments, your bright eyes and blissful smile seem to have caught my eye too. but don’t be embarrassed i noticed you tend to go all pink in your cheeks and shakey whenever something mildly nerve-wrecking happens to you.

thank you for noticing i haven’t been doing well lately, it makes me feel better to have someone notice. do you wanna go get coffee later? i also noticed you buy one before class everyday.

add me to your contacts, my number is: ***************

btw my name is sunwoo, i’d love to know yours.

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small lil fluff to aid your wednesday evening and hopefully make you feel a lil better !

please ask me some questions with the questions feature! i really wanna use it

sending my love always, wherever you are in the world <3

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 5

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing.

Chapter 5 Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity.

Wordcount: 4421

Here is my masterlist and AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3, Chapter 4, 

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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 5

The long grass of the meadow brushed against your legs as you walked the trail to Sy’s cabin. As your own house fell away in the distance the bright red roof of your destination crept closer, and you could see a small trail of smoke coming from a chimney at the back of the place, the wisps evidence of the slow burn of the wood that scented the air along with the natural flowers that grew all around you. Occasionally a pollen drunk  bee would lazily fly past, as if making its way back home to the hive after an afternoon of indulgence.

As the field grew downhill the grass grew shorter, and you found a slightly chewed frisbee. Scooping it up you looked to the cabin and saw the furry owner of the frisbee standing on the gravel watching you. For a moment Akia just watched you, guarding her territory until you came closer and she picked up your scent, trotting towards you until you were greeted by her and she excitedly bounced around you whilst nudging the frisbee;

“You want me to throw it?”

A quiet bark answered you, to which you pulled your arm back and tossed it towards the cabin, Akia set off the second it left your grasp, leaping and catching it mid air. Stopping in the grass you watched her bring it back to you, eager for another go.

-

Sy had been putting the finishing touches to the casserole and sliding it into the oven when he’d seen Akia trot off of the porch and head to the meadow, looking into the distance he smiled when he saw you appear on the horizon. As you got closer he took in what you were wearing, instinctively licking his lips at the thought of the things he would like to do to you in the sundress you were wearing. What was it about sundresses that looked so innocent and cute, but that made guys want to get down and dirty to please a woman? He sighed before washing his hands and checking his reflection, smoothing down his beard before opening the cabin door and stepping out onto the deck.

Akia would play frisbee for hours given the chance, but for that moment Sy was enjoying the view as he watched you bend over and take it from the dogs mouth, before tossing it again. After a couple more throws he chuckled when he saw you fake throw in one direction before going in another, a loud bark immediately following as Akia quickly changed direction, snapping at the still flying frisbee just as it touched the long grass. She trotted back to you, long tendrils of grass in her mouth along with the frisbee, dropping it and trying to spit out the grass. He watched as you knelt in the grass and pulled the strands of grass out, stroking the dogs head. You looked up and saw Sy, your smile growing.

“Hey there Darlin’”

Sy stepped down from the deck, closing the distance and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he kissed you. He felt you relax in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck as you leaned into him. He couldn’t help it but he let one hand fall a little lower to rest on your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze and he was pleased to hear the hum that rumbled in your chest.

When the kiss finally broke Sy looked into your eyes and smiled;

“I could get used to welcome kisses like that”

“Me too”

Your answer and smile made his chest puff out a little, the confidence boost a welcome warmth in his soul;

“I was going to ask if you’d rather make out in the meadow or have the grand tour, but as Akia has decided to do her business in the grass how about the tour?” he said with a smile

Laughing you nodded your head, slipping your hand into his.

-

Standing in Sy’s kitchen you watched as he checked on dinner - Moussaka, a dish he’d discovered when he’d been moving through Greece after a tour in Iraq he’d explained - and you took the chance to watch him move fluidly through his home. He was comfortable in his own space, everything neat and orderly, regularly used items within easy reach, non essentials stacked in organised rows in the cupboards and closets.

“Are you sure there’s nothing i can do to help?” you asked

Sy turned and smiled;

“Why don’t you grab some cutlery and some drinks from the refrigerator? We can eat out on the deck”

“Sure, i can do that”

Having already seen where Sy got a fork from you pulled what you needed from the correct drawer, before heading to the refrigerator and peering in. You looked over the neatly stacked rows of drinks, taking in soda’s and bottles of beer, noticing for the first time that everything was non-alcoholic. A bottle of Rose wine in the door looked interesting, and upon checking the label you saw that was also without alcohol;

“Do you want wine or beer?”

“I’ll have a beer, but if you want to open the wine that’s fine”

“Thanks”

You grabbed both without any further comment. You could feel his eyes on you, perhaps waiting for a question or some sort of explanation, but in your mind you knew you had your secrets and no doubt Sy had his. You smiled at him and took both outside, setting them on the small table before returning to the cabin for the cutlery.

“Hey, you saw they’re both non alcoholic?” Sy asked, a slight pause as if he was going to say more

“Yeah, that’s fine”

You saw him visibly untense his shoulders as he relaxed and smiled, before grabbing some oven mitts;

“Why don’t you grab those plates as well and go get seated, i’ll be out in a second”

“Sure”

Sitting at the small table you watched as Sy emerged moments later carrying dinner with oven mitts, setting it down in front of you before he sat beside you;

“Hope you’re hungry”

“Starving. It smells amazing”

He served up sizeable portions for the pair of you before picking up his fork, only to curse and stand up;

“Forgot somethin’”

He ran into the cabin, returning seconds later with two large metal bowls in his hands, one considerably more dented than the other. His attention didn’t wane from you, a goofy smile on his face as he placed one on the table between you and the other on the ground, calling for Akia who came bounding up from the surrounding forest.

You looked into the bowl and had to hold back your laugh, Akia coming to a halt beside you before putting her ass on the ground and letting out a quiet ‘wuff’.

“What’s up girl?” Sy asked, his gaze not leaving you.

Clearing your throat you took hold of the bowl of kibble that was sat on the table, swapping it with the bowl of salad that Akia had refused;

“There we go”

The two of you fell silent for a moment before the giggles started, that soon turned into full on laughter, before the tears started to flow down your cheeks. It took a considerable amount of time to finally compose yourselves, taking a deep breath and letting out a long audible sigh as Sy was first to speak;

“I’m sorry, I guess i’m just a little nervous”

Sliding your hand over his you smiled at him;

“Me too. Its been a long time since i got this close to someone. I’m so far out of the dating scene i don’t know what the expectations are or what is acceptable on what date…”

Sy lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm;

“You have no idea how happy that makes me, as i’m so fucking clueless too”

“Let's make a deal then”

“Go on”

“Complete honesty. About expectations, about our limits, about what we’re ready for”

“Deal” he leant forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips, his beard brushing against your cheek; “But first, lets eat”

-

The meal was fantastic, and once your initial nerves had dissipated you fell back into comfortable conversation, the sun setting and small solar lights illuminating the deck. When the pair of you cleared the table you suggested doing the dishes together, but Sy took your hand and led you back outside;

“I’ve got something to show you”

He led you down some steps towards the workshop, but took a turn at the edge of the deck until he was standing beside a large wooden tub that was filled with water, tendrils of steam rising;

“What you said about a bath that would always get cold make me think, i have the opposite at my place; a hot tub”

You looked at it, before stepping forwards and dipping your fingertips into the water;

“Ooh its warm, really warm! But i didn’t bring anything…”

“I have a solution for that”

“Sy… i’m not sure i’m ready for skinny dipping…”

He leaned behind a small stack of logs and pulled out a somewhat un-glamourous Walmart bag;

“I wanted you to try the tub but considered that too…”

You pulled a small garment from the bag, realising it was a soft two piece swimsuit;

“Sy…” you paused; “It’s the correct size…?”

“I may have gotten a glance at the label to your panties when your dress got caught before our date… I didn’t have chance to get to that nice boutique and its not open on a Sunday” he considered his words; “You don’t have to, but I wanted to give you the option” he sighed: “You know what, i’m sorry, i’m pushing you to do something you’re not comfortable with”

“Sy, wait” you rested a hand on his chest; “Can i feel how hot the water is?”

He took a step back and moved out of your way, before holding his hand out so you could step up onto the elevated platform around the circular tub. You tentatively dipped your finger in and you couldn’t help the appreciative groan that escaped your mouth;

“Okay. Okay I can do this, where can I get changed?”

“Bedroom is through the door next to the kitchen”

Sy had a huge smile on his face as you left, quickly making your way inside. Once in the cabin you followed his instructions and found the bedroom, taking in the tidy yet lived in space. A stack of t-shirts sat on a dresser as if there hadn’t been enough time to put them away, the bed had a red plaid flannel duvet on it, and instinctively you smoothed your hand over the soft fabric, wondering what it’d feel like against your skin. You were lost in thought for a moment before you remembered why you were there in the first place, quickly undressing before pulling the bikini out of the bag and removing the tags. It was just a simple blue two piece, the panties fitting comfortably, but you struggled with the straps you cursed the small pieces of fabric. It had been years since you’d worn a swimsuit, and even then had usually opted for a one piece. Eventually you got it on, catching sight of your reflection in a mirror you stopped and took in what you saw. For a moment you were focused on your flaws, but instead gave your head a shake and puffed your chest out, leaving the room.

As you approached the hot tub you saw that Sy had already climbed in, his shorts and t-shirt neatly folded on top of his shoes, a pile of soft fluffy towels next to them, and a small basket of his bath fizzers sat at the edge of the tub. He had his back to you which you had an idea that he’d done on purpose so that he didn’t make you uncomfortable;

“Hey” you called quietly as you approached, and he turned his head slightly, looking sideways at you and you saw a smile tug at his mouth as his gaze followed down your body and back up again.

“Wow” he stood and offered you his hand to help you in, and you couldn’t help but to look him up and down. 

Sure, you’d seen him without a shirt before, but there he was standing before you, dripping wet with just his boxer briefs on, and to say he was a fine specimen of a man would be to completely understating it. He was thick with muscle, a layer of chest hair that led down to his stomach and enticingly into the waistband of his underwear. His thighs were bigger than you could have imagined when you’d seen him in jeans, strong and taught from hard work. You tried not to stare as you climbed in, but the crowning glory was the bulge between his legs, the wet jersey fabric clinging to everything mother nature blessed him with, and you instinctively licked your lips.

“You want me to turn around so you can see my ass too?” he asked when you were attempting to swing your other leg over the side of the tub

“What? OH!” 

Sy’s comment had caught you off guard, slipping and toppling into the water, pulling him with you. You felt strong arms on your torso and were immediately pulled above the water, pulling you to his chest as you gasped in panic;

“You’re ok. You’re ok, I’m sorry” he wiped your face down to get rid of the water droplets, your heart pounding as you pushed back all the thoughts of being underwater. His steady breathing brought you back to the present, surrounded by the warmth of the water, but more so of his strong arms cradling you to his chest, safe and secure, protected.

He looked into your eyes, watching as you visibly calmed in his arms, before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your lips to his. Sy moved you in the water until he was sitting on the submerged bench seat that ran around the inside of the tub, pulling you to straddle his lap. The kiss deepened, your tongue pushing against his, his beard tickling your face. His hands slid down your back before he splayed his palms over your ass, pulling you hard onto his lap and it was then that you could feel him, his hard length against your core. Moving your hips you rocked against the hard bulge, breaking away from the kiss your head rolled back and you closed your eyes, relishing the feel as your bodies moved together, his hard shaft pressing into the seam of your pussy through the thin bikini bottoms. He grunted beneath you, wrapping his arms around your torso as he pressed kisses down your chin to your neck, pulling a low groan from deep in your belly;

“Oh god Sy, don’t stop…”

You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin;

“You like that? Or do you like this?” he pushed his hips up and you felt the wide heart shaped tip of his dick rub against your clit through the fabric

“Oh… both… definitely both”

You held his face in your hands, staring into his eyes as you rocked your hips against him, the connection intense. He wasn’t even inside you but you were pulsing with need and pleasure, writhing together like two horny teenagers. Without breaking eye contact you felt Sy move one hand and cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple and you gasped at his touch.

“I’d really like to take this off” he said, referring to your bikini top, and you nodded, biting your lip nervously as he pulled at the tied strings behind your back before lifting the scraps of fabric over your head and tossing it aside. It was his turn to lean back as he admired your chest, his hands on your sides so his thumbs could brush against the underside curve and cup them;

“Beautiful” he muttered as he leant forwards, capturing one nipple in his mouth. His tongue was soft as he sucked lightly, his beard brushing against your soft skin, before he pressed kisses over your sternum and did the same with the other nipple; “Stunning” he muttered, as if he felt he needed to rain equal amounts of praise on each breast. He pressed his face between them and sighed;

“That’s it” he said, his voice slightly muffled; “You’re staying here. Forever. I’m staying in this spot between your titties until the end of time”

“Sy” you called his name but not sure for what, but then you felt his hand slide down your stomach and rest against your clothed pussy. You’d shifted your bodies apart without realising and he now had access to rub his thick fingers over your mound, his thumb pushing the fabric against your lips and bumping against your clit.

“Oh, there it is…” he moved his hand, his fingertips tentatively rubbing beneath the side elastic; “Can i?”

“Yes… yes Sy”

“Cos when you said you liked my hands… i’m guessing this is what you wanted me to do with them?”

You nodded, the hot water surrounding you as you felt completely exposed yet protected at the same time. You felt him gently tug the fabric to the side and one thick finger tenderly slid through your folds, seeking out your clit and giving it a gentle rub, before moving down and teasing your entrance.

“If you want me to go further i’m gonna have to suggest we take these off”

You nodded;

“Only if you take yours off too”

“Oh good, because i like your hands too” he said with a grin. 

In the water you pushed your bodies apart as Sy tugged your bikini bottoms down and tossed them aside, before shimmying out of his briefs which followed suit. He moved you in the water until you were straddling his lap again, one of his massive hands cupping the back of your neck as he kissed you, an urgent need to his touch this time as his tongue pushed and danced against your own. His other hand slid between your thighs, teasing at your folds before his thumb found your clit as he traced around your hole with a thick finger. 

“Relax for me Sweetness, i can feel how tightly wound you are right now, let me make you feel good”

Closing your eyes you let out a deep breath as Sy breached your body, his finger tenderly pushing into your soft canal as his thumb rubbed circles against your clit;

“So good for me baby, I can feel you squeezing me tight, gotta relax Sweetness, i just got one finger in you, how you ever gonna take two if you don’t relax?”

Opening your eyes you stared deeply into his, the connection between you almost electric as you felt your body loosening and getting used to such intimate touch after such a long time. You felt invigorated and alive, but most of all you wanted to touch as well as be touched. Placing a hand on Sy’s chest, you slid it down below the water until it was on his lower stomach;

“Is this ok?” you asked

“Oh god Sweetheart, if you don’t take hold of him he may just burst”

Sy gave you a reassuring smile as you reached lower and touched him for the first time, tenderly wrapping your hands around his hard shaft;

“Oh… you’re… you’re so hard, and thick”

“That’s all for you Sweetheart”

You slowly ran your fist up and down the length of him, and at the same time he doubled his efforts with his own hand, grinding the palm of his hand against your clit as he moved his fingers and you felt him slide two inside you, stretching you.

“That’s is Sweetheart, ride my hand, take what you need, let me help you get there”

From that moment it was all about your pleasure. As much as you wanted to make Sy cum, he was so focused on you that it was hard to concentrate on anything other than the way he was taking you to heights of pleasure you weren’t sure you’d ever been taken to. His efforts were strong and consistent, he listened to your moans and if he liked what he heard he kept doing what he was doing, and for the first time in a very long time you could feel an orgasm approaching that wasn’t from your own hand;

“Sy… oh please, yes…”

“Oh Sweetheart, you look so beautiful, cum for me, let me feel that beautifully pussy squeeze my fingers so hard”

He ducked his head down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, the jolt of pleasure that surged through you the trigger for your orgasm, and you came with a moan, clutching his arm as you shook at his touch. 

As your orgasm faded away he slowed his efforts, before finally withdrawing his fingers, brushing your clit as he did which sent a shiver up your spine.

“You look like an angel when you cum, you’re positively glowing”

For a few moments longer you were speechless, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm before you shifted, wrapping one arm around Sy’s shoulders as the other delved beneath the water;

“Sy, let me do the same for you”

He caught your hand;

“Shhh, you don’t need to use your hand, let me just feel those pussy lips against me, I don’t need to be inside you”

“What if i want you inside me”

He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose;

“Not tonight, I want to eat that pussy before i cum in it, plus you’re gonna need to be a whole lot more stretched and relaxed before i get inside you”

He brought your hand up over his shoulder with the other one, before grasping your hips and pulling your body flush with his. His dick was still rock hard, you could have sworn you could almost feel it pulsing with need as he pulled your legs up higher so he could open you up, and with a little manoeuvring he was able to rest his dick along your slippery folds. The wide crown rested against your clit snugly, the fat head bumping against you as you both started to gently rock against each other. You could feel pleasure starting to build in the pit of your belly, and when you looked up you could see Sy was barely hanging on. 

Sy had his head leant back, and you felt his hands grip your hips a little firmer, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he took control and used your body for his own pleasure. He looked so good with his neck stretched, and instinctively you leant forwards and pressed kisses to his jugular;

“That’s it Sy, i’m so close too, rub that fat dick of yours against my pussy… I can’t wait until i can feel you inside me, pumping me full of your cum. I want you to bend me over and spank my ass whilst you fuck me, hold my titties as you fill me up…”

“Oh sweet jesus…” he cursed.

You weren’t sure where your dirty mouth had come from, you had never spoken like that before, you’d kept those thoughts to yourself, but there was something about seeing Sy so close and so vulnerable that made you be honest and true to yourself and your desires. That rush of confidence was what you needed to bring you to your peak again, and as you felt Sy start to cum your second orgasm of the night pulsed through you.

“God… Sweetheart, you feel so good, i can’t wait to get my dick inside you, I want to taste that pussy and make you cum over and over until you can’t walk the next day. You’re so beautiful when you cum, not that you’re not beautiful the rest of the time, oh girl, I fucking… I lo…” his words trailed off as he finally finished cumming, almost catching himself before he said something he wasn’t sure if he could say yet. 

Resting your head on his shoulders you pressed a kiss to his cheek;

“You’re amazing Sy”

For the longest time you just held each other, the warm water bubbling around you, before eventually a shiver ran down your spine.

“Time to get out?” Sy asked; “Sounds like the burner has worked through the logs. Did well though, it’s dark now”

Looking up you hadn’t realised the sun had fully set, the starry sky visible directly above you through the tall pine trees.

“I should…” 

Sy cut you off; “Please stay the night. Let's wake up together” 

You paused before nodding; “Okay”

Sy was first to climb out, a waterfall of droplets falling around him as he stepped out of the hot tub and grabbed a towel, and you couldn’t help but to look at his body, admiring his pert ass before he wrapped a towel around his waist and held one up for you;

“C’mon, out” he commanded playfully; “I’ve already seen everything… and cum on it, show me those titties and that ass”

With his humour putting you at ease you climbed out, Sy wrapping the towel around you before putting his arm around your shoulders;

“Lets get dry and into bed”

Minutes later you were curled up beneath the soft flannel covers as Sy called Akia in and made her comfortable in her basket. He appeared in the doorway and grinned at you, before turning the lights out and you felt him slide under the covers, his body warm where he just wore soft jersey shorts. His arm curled over your hip and pulled you close, the big spoon to your little spoon. You felt his hand tuck under the t-shirt he’d loaned you;

“May I?” he asked sleepily

“Ok”

You felt his hand cup your breast gently; “Mmm, life is good when you can fall asleep holding a titty”

He soon dropped off to sleep, not before pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, but it was a long time before you joined him in slumber, your mind playing over so many things before you finally shut your eyes and sleep came.

Chapter 6 >>>

[mars-wuz-herez]

What of Sonic died in Sonic Prime?

Part two

Rouge’s view (2)

I feel the sun creeping on my face. I turn to face the other side but now something is tickling my face. I open my eyes and see that I'm surrounded by grass. My body aches as I rise from laying down. Then the flood of memories comes pouring in. Oh Chaos, where is Tails? 

I get up from my spot and start running around the area screaming Tails name. Chaos… Shadow why do you have to be like this? I returned back to the spot I was laying in. Shit. Shit. Shit. What the heck am I going to do? First Sonic now Tails. It just keeps getting better and better. I look at the ground and see a fresh track that can only be made by one hedgehog. I raise my head a little higher to see another mess. Broken rocks, bent trees and scattered rings all over the place. What the heck happened here? 

Then I hear an explosion coming from the distance. I turn my head to where the noise came from. I see smoke coming from….

Rouge: “Eggman's lair?”

Great. That can't mean anything good. I get out my communication device and message Knuckles and Amy. 

Please tell me you guys didn't go to Eggman's lair

No response. I’m about to call when I notice a glowing blue thing. I walk over and pick it up only to see that it is one of Sonic's blue quill's. Tails must've dropped it. I take a good look at it and see that it isn't…normal. The color looks to be…fading. Then out of nowhere the quill fades to gray and disappears. Whoa what the heck-

The ground starts shaking. An earthquake? We never get those- 

Rouge: “Whoa”

I feel dizzy and fall down on all fours. I look at my hands on the grass and see that I'm turning…gray? I feel…tired…I close my eyes and when I open them again I see myself on the beach. 

For a split second I see Sonic sitting on a rock and Shadow standing next to him. What? When did this happen? I feel the ground shaking again and I open my eyes. I'm back on the grass. Whoa that was weird. I look at my hands. Back to normal. I'm about to reach for my communication device when, again, a flood of memories comes to me. Except I don't remember any of these. The memories are of me flying and repeating the same thing. They are also of Sonic and Shadow fighting over…I don't even know.  I get my communication device from my pocket. No messages. Something is wrong. (I mean besides what just happened) Knuckles always messages me back no matter the situation he's in. I look back at the Eggman base which has smoke coming out of it. Knuckles and that brat Amy must be there. Then I look at the track. I have two choices. Go after Shadow or help the other two.

I think about these options before making my decision.

To be continued….

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I hope ya'll enjoy it! Sorry it took me almost a month to write. School is kicking my butt. Also it's the anniversary of a few bad things that happened at my school last year. I'm over it now...kinda. Anyways I will try to update more and not leave you guys hanging!

[prof-ramses]

I’ve been compiling a bunch of random headcanons & theories regarding the Sins. Just a heads up, it’s going to be kind of a long list:

Like Lucifer and his family, the Sins have surnames. The only exception is Mammon, whose legal name is ‘Mammon TM’, for branding purposes.

I don’t know if it’s been confirmed if the Sins are Hellborn or not, but I like to think that the Hellaverse sort of draws from Paradise Lost in that they were originally angels loyal to Lucifer before getting the boot after the stunt Luci and Lilith pulled in Eden. This would effectively make them the first sinner demons, which could be used to explain why sinners rank so high on Hell’s hierarchy.

Working off of the above, I thought it would be funny if Leviathan was originally a cherub prior to falling, either looking like some form of small fish or maybe even a prawn. Over the course of thousands of years living in Hell, he slowly grew into the titan of the deep he is in the present.

Speaking of Levi, I’ve mulled over what we discussed the other day, and I can picture him being the designated “creepy one” of the group. After all, still waters often have terrible and dangerous things lurking just below the surface. Given there is a lot of talk of Levi being a surfer dude, I feel like the thin veneer of a beach bum barely conceals something much darker. Everything he says and does just has this edge to it, which is just reinforced given he’s a massive sea serpent. Is his personality and use of surfer slang an act? Is it genuine? No one knows.

I like to think all of the Sins can naturally fly, regardless of whether or not they have wings. The only reason they (barring Luci and Bee) don’t regularly use this particular ability is a matter of practicality. Continuing this thought, I like the idea of them leaving trails when they fly, sort of like the Night Entities from Orion and the Dark. Like, Mammon leaves a trail of currency symbols, Bee’s trail resembles honey being applied by a bony wand, Satan leaves a trail of smoke and volcanic ash, etc.

Mammon is ridiculously agile, acrobatic, and can scale walls like Spider-Man. Most people don’t realize this given how he prefers to just teleport everywhere to get around.

While Wrath’s culture (when not geared towards agriculture) is centered around conflict, specifically martial conflict, I can easily picture Satan as trying to create conflict of all kinds. I mean, just imagine this giant, draconic demon cowboy/gym rat hopping on an internet forum or comment section just to start a flame war and watch the chaos unfold. This even extends to the other Sins, as he’ll just say or do minor shit to rile the others up.

I was thinking about your interpretation of how Belphagor and Baphomet could pan out and how Bel is fixated on efficiency. I feel that an outsider looking in would wonder why a laidback (and morally questionable) woman of science like Bel would go for a peppy and inviting guy like Baph, the answer being he’s efficient. Very efficient. The guy runs the ring and likely does far more behind the scenes, all the while finding time to keep a stable relationship with his wife, maintaining the Sloth ring’s facade of being a placid vacay spot, and being something of a large scale host and possible tour guide to people that come to Sloth to relax and likely roping them into/abducting some of them for his wife’s sketchy practices. Bel finds this workaholic level of efficiency very attractive.

When Charlie was little and the Sins took turns babysitting her, Satan and Belphagor were the only ones to actually dislike the duty. Satan didn’t want a kid around cramping his style & cutting into his workout regimen and Bel felt taking care of a child wouldn’t be conductive to her research & refused to let Baph watch her because it would cut into his carefully planned work schedule. This isn’t to say they don’t love their niece, they just aren’t the kind of people that want to deal with kids.

I’ve seen a lot of people joke about what’s under Mammon’s jester cap and my theory is that he basically has a bunch of spider legs growing out of his head like this:

Mammon’s “head legs” are probably one of the few things he’s actually self conscious about.

Given it’s been confirmed Bee’s stomach basically digests everything she eats almost immediately, I like to think that her weight and build actually fluctuates based on how much collective ambient gluttony is in a given area. In places/times where the majority of people feel gluttonous, she starts gaining weight, while gluttony being at its lowest causes her to start wasting away.

I remember you once suggested Andrealphus was incapable of having kids, hence Stella was born to keep the bloodline going and possibly try and climb the social ladder. It actually gave me the idea that Mammon is incapable of having kids of his own, hence his fixation on becoming a step-dad. With this in mind, I can picture his clown pageant being his way, through the lens of greed, of getting his own step-child, with the added bonus of getting a face for his brand. It’s debatable whether or not the thought of just adopting a kid ever crossed his mind.

The above point could also cause some Golden Goose angst.

I get the show kinda debunked the fanon idea of Lucifer playing the accordion, but I’m just going to ignore that in favor of a long-standing headcanon I’ve had. In essence, I thought it would be funny if Luci was a fan of polka to the point he actually made the other Sins learn how to play instruments traditionally used to play polka so they could all perform together. The others all hated it, but after Lilith left and they tried to get Luci out of his funk, they repeatedly offered to perform with him to no avail.

Continuing the music ideas, I can picture Bel being a fan of EDM.

As a testament to the Sins sheer level of power, if sufficiently motivated to do so they can actually reshape and restructure their respective domains. This naturally causes near incalculable damage and upheaval, while taking a lot out of them.

At some point early into Hell’s existence, Lucifer just kinda… snapped. He became a cruel tyrant that lined up more closely to traditional depictions of the devil, while Lilith and the Sins were at their all time worst as people. After several thousands of years of unspeakable evil, Lucifer and the others eventually grew out of their “tyrant phase”, eventually becoming who they are in canon. The event that got Lucifer, Lilith and the Sins to change (to varying degrees) for the better? Charlie’s birth.

I get that this is a lot and that your schedule has been thrown out of wack, but inspiration hit me like a speeding truck. Hope you like some of these.

Oh, I have a TON of thoughts about these! So, I'll spread out me responses in a 1 to 1 pattern

I always liked the idea of the Sins having full names, and the TM is perfect to Mammon

While I don't know if we'll ever get confirmation one way or the other, the Sins will, to me, always be found siblings who were once Heavens greatest circus before they were outcast for standing by their leader.

My design idea for Levi range from having transparent skin, to being partial rotted (like those videos of bottom feeders picking apart whale bodies). I'll be talking more about Levi's appearance in it's own post

At this point I'm starting to think the surfer thing is something the fandom gaslight itself with, because I can't find anyone genuinely claiming any such content was leaked. Personally, I see Levi as more of a sleazy editor/publisher, running the non-Pride news channels and most of Hell's print media. So basically, J. Jonnah, but he's a giant glowing eel.

I also think all the Sins have magical flight, but I also think that, like how Ozzie can manifest as a flame, Mam can manifest and move around as a lightning bolt.

YES! I love acrobatic Mam headcanons! My idea of him having needle like feet and his curly shoes being padded actually works really well with that. He can be very graceful when he wants to be.

Yeah, I think Satan would likely have a formalized way of doing this too, like, at some point personally declaring one side of a flame war the winners.

Yep, that's Bel and Baph in a nutshell. A lot of the mannerisms I envision for Baphomet come from the gag of Captain Fun and Activity Boy from the Jack Frost 2. (Look it up)

Again, I totally agree, I actually have a lot to say about Charlie and Bel's relationship, but that's for another time.

I like to think Mam has hair made of static electricity, it tingles to the touch, much like his webs.

Bee's consumption of emotions being what actually affects her body is a new idea to me, but one I love. Also kind of gives the impression she eats actual food mostly for the sensation of eating, which works pretty well.

My idea is that Mam can have kids, but always wanted it to be with someone he was absolutely sure about. However, Stella's trauma with essentially being forced to have Via gives him pause, it's a touchy subject for both of them.

Hah, nice. Also, I just leave this here, before rock existed, Mam was mostly into and performed opera.

Yeah, EDM is a good fit for Bel.

Oh, that's a new one for me. It's great! Might actually have a somewhat similar idea in the works....

This one I don't really jive with. I don't really like the idea of Charlie sparking all the Sins' character growth, but I do think they've all gone through a lot of "phases".

[blorbobutworse]

@silverflowers14 i think u would like this

ur post possessed me ur welcome

crack...but not crack

:)

Logan starts his smoking habit the way most kids do: early and out of desperation.

He's starving, doesn't know any other feeling except the chill of the air and the shakin gof his aching stomach. He's hiding around a bar, trying to break into the locked trash container next to it, when he sees a gaggle of young guys stumble their way into the rotting alley.

Someone laughs drunkenly at him. Another jeers some comment about him looking more like a rat than a person.

He tenses in preparation for a fight.

They keep muttering against each other like a bees, a singular sweaty, sticky mass, and then...

"Hey, kid! If you try this, I'll getcha somethin' to eat."

...

He holds the cigarrette with three fingers, and the guy that holds the lighter grips his wrist too tight to keep it steady, but he breathes and smokes it.

and it....it tastes disgusting.

He hacks, and they cackle

"C'mon, the whole thing."

He chokes and heaves his way through it.

He gets a wad of single dollar bills thrown at him, and the weird, squirmy feeling he has at being treated like a sideshow is ignored in favor of chasing down the bills that fly away.

...

The next time he does it, his friends dare him too. They somehow manage to get their bands on something that looks like a cigar, thanks to Wildcat's 'luck'.

Sabretooth and him are the most mutant looking, and what's a little bit of underaged drug use in between kid mutants?

And... this one isn't so bad.

Still, he fakes a cough, spits his saliva out, and then turns beet red when they tell him its not even tabacco, it's catnip.

They're nursing bruises for weeks.

But...

If he starts growing a catnip plant in his room....no one says anything. Not even Sabretooth, who just so happens to have strange leaves floating around his room all the time, until they get sent out to that final mission.

...

...

Ill also write when his Parent's (aka the x men) find out his cute gardening hobby is. l Literally his way of making Feral Weed.

:]

[theetherealraphael]

uhhhhh so i have an incorrect quotes generator. so i made incorrect quotes ::::3

feat. @shakespeare-official-account, @thesmallestclown, @nanochittle, @gibbish-anon-from-gell, @darthpastry and myself

i would have featured more people but the generator has a maximum of 6 people ::::(

(if youre uncomfy with this please lmk!)

clown: Never going to a debate team meeting again. gibbish started their argument with "Riddle me this".

shakespeare: When manga characters add a heart emoji to their speech... I wish I could do that.

clown: You can. Just put a little love in your voice. Smile. People hear it.

gibbish: Moan.

shakespeare: Plants are basically the ideal friends. They are quiet, friendly, and easy to please. All they need is a little water and fresh earth, and they are perfectly happy to lie there all day in the sun. And they don’t make increasingly awful life choices, or hide their relationships. They have never, as far as I know, fucked a bee.

clown: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

*gibbish and raphael's house is on fire, but they don't know it*

gibbish: Damn, it's hot in here.

raphael: I know, it's so hot there's smoke coming out of the vent!

gibbish:

gibbish: First of all, I'm assuming you have no idea what the problem with that statement is.

raphael: What?

gibbish: Second of all, we need to get the fuck out of here, NOW.

*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered*

nano: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer?

raphael: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine.

clown: What about gibbish? Nobody ever suspects gibbish!

gibbish: Well what about shakespeare? They have a gun!

shakespeare: nano has a knife.

nano: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs clown in the arm*

raphael: Everytime I move, I crunch like popcorn.

shakespeare, singing: And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly!

gibbish: You can probably tell which family member is coming upstairs by their step pattern but wouldn't be able to pick your your own.

nano: If my own footsteps were coming down the hall towards me I reckon I would have bigger problems on my hands.

clown: Why cant trees give off something important like wifi??

shakespeare: So fuck oxygen, I guess.

clown: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

clown: What's this?

shakespeare, hugging clown: Affection!

clown: Disgusting.

clown: ...Do it again.

shakespeare: What if I took off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath?

clown: You mean... Skin?

shakespeare: What an absolutely terrifying thing to say. Thank you.

raphael: Doctor-Patient confidentiality goes both ways. I saw my doctor killing someone on the street and driving off and I'll have to live and die quiet about it.

raphael, teaching biology: Now, what's the opposite of dominant genes?

gibbish: Submissive genes.

shakespeare: Hey darth?

darth: Yeah?

shakespeare: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?

darth:

darth: ...What.

shakespeare: So, does everybody understand?

gibbish: Yep!

raphael: I don’t think we’re on the same page.

darth: I don’t think we’re in the same book.

clown: I’m personally on a kindle.

shakespeare: …I’ll take that as a yes.

gibbish: Was I supposed to read something????

nano: I’d rather watch the movie, thank you.

gibbish: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.

raphael, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.

nano, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.

raphael: Coming right up.

clown: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

shakespeare: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

raphael: Fuck you.

shakespeare: There was a lizard in the shower so I said "Hello" to it and the person showering next to me was like "Hi?".

shakespeare: I wasn't sure whether to carry on the conversation or be like "Sorry, I was talking to a lizard."

clown: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEAR DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED!

clown: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY!

raphael: clown just threw a tantrum about a chair.

raphael: I just won clown Tantrum Bingo.

raphael: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

raphael: Hey there demons, It's me, ya boi.

shakespeare: raphael, NO!

gibbish, glaring at nano's coffin: We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY. Couldn't stay alive.

shakespeare: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

raphael: Maybe a bit tipsy?

nano: Drunk.

gibbish: Wasted.

darth: Dead.

raphael: I just want someone to take me out.

gibbish: On a date?

shakespeare: With a sniper gun?

clown: Both if you're not a coward.

nano: Real men don't hit you up at night asking for pictures of your naked body.

nano: Real men hit their desk with closed fists deMANDING PICTURES OF SPIDERMAN.

raphael, holding a Wii mote with a knife attached: Are Wii gonna have a problem?

nano, bringing out their switch remote with a blade: You best switch up that attitude.

-An hour later...-

clown, in the ambulance: Wii-U! Wii-U! Wii-U!

darth: I hate this fucking family.

gibbish: We ran out of coffee so I'm experimenting with new flavors and expanding my tastebuds.

clown: Oh, cool! So what are you drinking right now?

gibbish: Straight bleach.

clown: I have a problem.

raphael: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.

clown: gibbish does what people think Harry Styles does.

shakespeare: Men?

shakespeare: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

clown: They do.

darth: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

nano: *sharpens knife* We've got ways of making people talk.

nano: *cuts piece of cake*

raphael: ...Can I have some?

nano: Cake is for talkers.

[killacharacterbingo]

Prompt Master List

(Updated as prompts are added)

If any prompts don't make sense check this post: A prompt explained and A prompt explained II

Switching Places

Near-Death Experience

Drowning

Dumb Ways To Die

Blood Loss

Suicide

Your Worst Fear

Sacrifice

Sickness

Lightning

Fire

Hard Choices

Dead On Their Feet

Hero/Villain Swap

Torture

Crossover

Covid

Tomorrow Isn't Promised

Falling

Presumed Dead

Storm-Chasing

Canon Compliant

Never Meet Your Heroes

Stalker

Dictionary Death

Friendly Fire

13th Reasons Why

Musical Death

Survivor's Guilt

Conversation With Death

Collateral Damage

Test Subject

Pulling The Plug

Yandere

Betrayal

One Punch Can Kill

Medical Malpractice

The Blip

Cast It Into The Fire

"I Have The High Ground"

Deactivated

Once Bitten Twice Shy

Bleeding Blue

To Be Or Not To Be

Stabbing

Car Crash

Mugging Gone Wrong

Into The Woods

Death Of The Soul

Dormammu, I’ve Come To Bargain

The Cake Is A Lie

Even Heroes Die

With Great Power 

Sacrificed To The Gods

“Sometimes Death Is Better”

"I Finally Have Something To Leave Behind"

Natural Disaster

Mistaken Identity

Bucketlist 

Ten Years Later

Not So Secret Monologues

180 - The Character Doesn't Die

Final Destination

Raped To Death

Chronic Illness

Outed As A Spy

Bulletproof Vest

Sung To Sleep Forever 

A Soft Epilogue 

Wait For Me In Valhalla 

“I Was Saving My ten” - pain scale

“There’s A Boat Jack” 

Married Life Montage 

“You Have Your Mother’s Eyes” 

Russian Roulette

Defenestration

Karma’s A Bitch

Toxic Gas

Murder-Suicide

Famous last words

"Hey, i think we're going to be okay after all!"

"I'll always come back!"

In another's arms

Accident

Revenge

"You can rest now..."

A long time ago

Falls through the Ice

Asthma attack

Shock

Hypothermia

Pushed to the Limit

Commotio Cordis

Death row

Breaking the 4th wall

Wikihow to Die

Time loop

“If I can’t have you…”

Cardiovascular collapse

Allergic reaction

Erased from existence

Dead all along

Dying alone

Gunshot

Blood from the mouth

Patient zero

Old age

Overdose

Fatal Weakness

Assassinated

Infection

Suffocation

One moment stretched into a thousand

Origin story gone wrong

Area 51 raid

Trapped in a tiny space

Poison

Hanahaki / Hanakanjo / Hanauso

Tenshibyou

Kousekibyou

Shinshoubyou

Bouaishoukougun

Hoshinamidabyou

Death by ordinary illness

Hit and run

Starvation

Stroke

War

Cancer

Mercy Killing

Plane crash

Brain death

Fireworks

Death by seduction

Death bed confession

Organ Transplant

Their Legacy Is continued

Bound By Fate

Running out of time

Can’t breathe

Apocalypse

Shot down

Sepsis

Saving Throws – DnD

CPR

Self-harm

Smoke inhalation

Death by coconut

“Help me!”

Climbing accident

Blood-stained tiles

“You weren’t meant to be there”

“I love you”

“No… not like this”

Dug their own grave

Undead

Bees

The AO3 Curse

Deathly kiss

Going through hell

Meeting at the gates

Return from Hiatus

"watch out for the flying blades!"

5+1

Roofie

Left for dead

Strapped to a bomb

Hunger games

Zombification

Order 66

Aneurism

Executed

Lobotomy

Murder on the dance floor

Come to terms with death

“It’s okay”

Keeps dying

Letting go

Coma

Appendicitis

Neuromuscular blockade

Unfriendly pet

Explosion

Aftershock

Takotsubo cardiomyopathy

Faking their own death

Post traumatic amnesia

Schrödinger's paradox

Arbitrary hilarious death

Lack of Oxygen

High altitude

Diving deep

180 - the character becomes the killer

Angel of death

"You're going down with me!”

Never got to say goodbye

Graphic gore

Haunted

Calamity

The end of the world

Immortalized

Uploaded to the server

Reincarnated

Deleted

Sheep in wolves' clothing

Electrocuted

Adrenaline crash

911

Alternate universe ending

Radioactive

Acting on instinct

Collapses

“I miss you…”

Those left behind

Wind phone

Life support

Time Paradox

Temporary character death

Death during childbirth

PTSD

Cannibalism

Nightmares

Life flashing before your eyes

… Needs a hug

Headcanon

Returning home

Internal bleeding

Death of the universe

Empath

Relapse

Last person alive

“Sorry I have already tried and failed at it.”

“I told you so”

Should have seen it coming

Bad Aim

Forgotten

“Kill me instead…”

Warning shot

Canon died a brutal yet Necessary death

On the run

Miscarriage

Not guilty

Knocked over by the wind

Killed by a garden gnome

“Did you fall? Or did you let go…?”

Crushed

Bleeding from the ears

Hallucinogen

Buried alive

Blue screen of death

Killed by loved one

Big Bang

Intestinal obstruction

Silence is Going Extinct

Experimental treatment

Horseback riding

Seizure

Radiation

Tetanus

Short Bowl syndrome

Body snatchers

Conscious decomposition

One Chip Challenge

withered away

Detective AU

cat and mouse

Siren calls

SWAT

Chili

Invincible

Cloned

Don’t realize they’re dead

Moments taken for granted

Schadenfreude

Creepypasta

Expired medication

Deal with the Devil

Picking from a different challenge/Event

Heat stroke

Clone farm

Blood clot

ischaemic bowel disease

organ harvesting

extinct

Hernia

necrotizing enterocolitis

Death by unexpected illness

Stillbirth

School shooting

Postpartum infection

Insulin shock

Anatomic hemispherectomy

Emergency Surgery

Euthanasia/assisted suicide

Do not resuscitate

Social media challenge

Cotard's syndrome

Total Laryngectomy

Hospice care

Coin locker baby

Safe Haven baby box

A leap of faith

Drawn out death

Filicide

Reborn

narcolepsy with cataplexy

Devils breath

The fault in our stars

Five feet apart

What if the bad guy, wasn’t the bad guy?

What if the Hero wasn’t really good?

Miraculous recovery

Hallucinations

Plague inc evolved

“You Shall Not Pass!”

stuck in a chimney

fallen in wet cement

Monsters

the death of a streak

Carbon Monoxide poisoning

Transfusion Reaction

Meningitis

Forest fire

Sims death

Impaled

Epilepsy

Heart attack

Death by ball pit

Brain mass on the celling

Bursting

Ransom

Brain worms

Covered in someone else’s blood

Premenstrual dysphoric disorder

Mirror verse

We are all replaceable

What if this was your last fanfic?

Fleeting Immortality

Stunt Double

Uno Reverse

Death confession

Dying on your own terms

Murder confession

“Can you forgive me?”

"I'll be right here when you return”

Nangijala

Tunnel Vision

Paying your respects

[stupid-talks]

tarot of the secret forest - new deck interview

yesterday i went to one of my favorite lil hippie dippie stores and found Tarot of the Secret Forest in their "gently used decks" section. the deck was only $12, seemed in good condition, and i resonated with it. it reminded me of the art nouveau deck i found at that thrift store (that deck wasn't complete, though, so i'm going to make it into an art project of some kind idk stay tuned)

anyway the thing that REALLY tipped the scales into me getting another tarot deck (that i probably don't need) is that it's a double sided deck!! on one side you have a color illustration and the opposite side is basically the same illustration, but in black and white. the images are a bit different and the deck book itself talks about how this is a very ~intuitive~ deck. one is supposed to really feel into what they think the cards are saying. the book said there isn't much symbolism in the cards but there is plenty of intentionality. through that, the more i use this deck and become comfortable with trusting my intuition -- the clearer the readings will become.

here's the first spread i'm doing with the deck

New Deck Interview from Emerald Lotus Divination

Card to describe our relationship: Two of Pentacles (upright, b&w) - My eye is drawn to the swirl of.. smoke(?) between the two figures. It shows me the ethereal connection between one another and its vitality. There's a lot of contrast in the black and white version of this card, with the swirl of smoke being the thing that catches your eye. It goes from the feminine's feet to about the shoulders on the masculine. Reminds me of yin/yang. Balance in all things. The necessary growth and inherent stability that comes from connection + collaboration.

What you want to teach me: Ten of Cups (upright, color) - There actually aren't any cups pictured on this card. It's the boughs of a tree.. a lemon tree? apples? I'm not sure, to be honest. There are also four bees pictured. This card reminds me of my Nana Shirley and the effortless opulence she emitted. It reminds me of the decor she used in her house. Which reminds me of a fulfillment in following your heart. Doing the things you like to do. Trusting the beauty I most appreciate is in the things I do with effort. Any of the things. The love and beauty I create nourishes me and everyone around me. Together, we are interwoven and fulfilled.

When should I use you: The Hanged Man (reverse, color) - I'm not sure why I'm getting such a sense of freedom off the hanged man in reverse. Is that normal? When the card is in reverse the feminine looks like she's a ballet dancer. The other thing that sticks out to me is the pin in her back. It looks like one of those old timey pins that you put into a pin cushion, with those little balls on the back end? but it looks huge compared to her. That gives me the feeling of smallness, but in a good way. Not insignificance but more of a zoomed-out perspective. If she could remove the pin and the ropes that bind her wrists, she'll still be able to move forward. Dance even. The wings will be injured, but she'll fly again and she's almost ready. This tells me that I should use this deck when I'm looking for guidance the most. When I may feel lost or injured or that I'm looking for the inner strength that I know is present. This deck will serve as a reminder that I have the knowledge and capability to keep moving forward, no matter the situation.

What is something I can do to improve our relationship? Knight of Pentacles (upright, b&w) - This card is very darkly shaded, with the brightest part of the card being the background that the knight appears to be headed towards. He's got a knapsack on his back which tells me that he's prepared for whatever lies ahead. He's planned and prepared. He's got a spear or a stick in his hand, telling me he's willing to fight for his goals. And in this black and white version it almost looks like he has more than one horse? buffalo? under him that he's riding. This gives me the impression of reliable stability. There's a foundation and more power in numbers.

Something important you want to tell me - Page of Swords (upright, b&w) ---- A feminine figure appearing to be leaving battle, potentially with more to come. The background is darkest right behind her and is starkly contrasted by her figure. She's holding a stick/spear in one hand, a sword in the other [pointed down], and a shield in front of the lower half of her body. She's strong and capable. She's withstood much and continues to stand tall. There is light on the other side and what you're working for is worth it. - The Hierophant (upright, color) ---- What looks like a fairy wizard is riding either a pomegranate or a red onion, holding on to a natural wooden staff that's curved into a spiral at the top. They're flying at a steady-to-fast pace but he remains assured in himself. He doesn't doubt his balance or abilities. He has a very large crown on his head which kinda gives me a feeling of pride in one's accomplishments but sometimes maybe to the point of being a bit of a showoff. Spirit wants to remind us that we've been through many things before and we're able to take those lessons and move forward with confidence - Seven of Swords (reverse, color) ---- The feminine on the card is in full color. A beautiful, but muted, red dress and she's standing while cradling a lover's face. Her lover's back is to us, he is depicted in darker grays and blues. What you don't notice at first is that this lover transforms into a scorpion, starting at the waist and the tail and stinger are poised behind her - ready to attack. In the reverse it more feels like there is a painful situation with deception maybe? I get this feeling of wishful thinking. Like the woman is enamored with this person but they aren't who they say they are. In the reverse it feels more like she's accepting that and releasing it. She's still going to be injured/hurt but the release and trust in the fall will allow for true healing. The healing will lead to a stronger you that's more aligned to your highest self

Bottom of the deck: - The Devil (reverse, b&w) ---- The figure illustrated kinda resembles an insect tbh? But his arms (if you can call them arms) are raised up in the air, not in praise but more as a celebration of power. The power feels flimsy though. Insects are small and can easily be killed by things larger than it. But on the other hand, there are more species of insect than anything else in the world. This whole picture gives me the sense of... breaking free from the things that seem so engrained into this world but actually are able to be destroyed, transformed, and transmuted. - The Fool (upright, color) ---- This card is honestly one of the most beautiful cards I've seen in this deck so far. The fairy pictured looks so happy and content while stepping upward. Moving forward. Elevating. Rising above the darker things below you. Believe in yourself as this unfolds.