#maybe if we get blue shaded ones we can have the same effect for when chickens have to wear red glasses so they don't cannabalize each othe

[askthreeyes]

what happens if we give three eyes a pair of glasses that has a third len for their top eye ?

It get's called a nerd by it's little buzzling.

[aziraphales-library]

Y’all are awesome and I appreciate the hell out of this account! Any fics that are an attempt at a season 3? Preferably comedic ones! Thank you so much and keep up the amazing work! ❤️

Hello. We have a #good omens s3 speculation tag, so check that out. Here are more to add that have some kind of humour tag...

a place to be by kaiyen (NR)

In which Crowley moves back into his flat, Aziraphale has problems at work, and the Second Coming of Christ is but a stone's throw away. In the end, Crowley makes it to rolling green hills, leant against a stubbornly yellow Bentley. He remembers the first morning. He had slithered out of the ground not long before dawn, the dirt damp even before the first rain, the grass cool and crisp against his scales. And the sun had risen, jewels spilling across the great blue sky, warm and golden from the East. Crowley – Crawly, then – had wanted to follow it, had felt a great pull Eastwards. He went, too, until he found the ripe red fruit nestled amongst the lush green leaves and knew what they were for. It was luck, then, that the humans had left in the direction of the sunrise. Luck, or– ineffable. The sun rises over the South Downs, and Crowley finally wants to stay.

The Ineffable Shades of Gray (Good Omens Season 3) by altsernative (T)

After returning to Heaven, Aziraphale learns the Metatron's true intentions, finds himself disillusioned, and regrets his choice to leave Crowley, who has been working in the Temptations department. They reunite, and find themselves stopping the final war between Heaven and Hell and learning God and Satan's true intentions for the world and each other.

Demons are Forever by in_a_pickle (T)

After finallly finding the courage to tell his best friend his feelings, Crowley's dreams are shattered when Aziraphale once again chooses Heaven over happiness together. With ‘Great Plans’ afoot upstairs, Aziraphale discovers that the starring role he accepted comes with some unforeseen duties and that Crowley’s kiss has become something of a distraction. Crowley meanwhile is trying to come to terms with a broken heart and is trying to fathom why Heaven is so keen to have Aziraphale back in the fold. A mini adventure with our favourite group of two, written in case I get hit by a bus and never get to find out what happened next.

The Intended Effect by Esme_Abner (E)

A post-S2 fic that begins with a very sad Crowley and a conflicted Aziraphale and a surprisingly not-awful Jesus. It's all building toward our boys reconciling, because like everyone else, my heart is broken and I need to pick up the pieces somehow. And they might try to like save the world again, too.

(I just can't wait for) Season 3 Good Omens! by RCReveal (T)

After Season 2, I really needed to find out how Aziraphale and Crowley could get their reunion: a real reunion & not 'pretendy real'. They both have so much growing to do with neither of them, yet, being able to even say 'I love you' clearly to each other. Angel, what's going on? What kind of doublethink are you doing to still think that Heaven is the Good side & that you can't even admit to being friends? But you'll do anything to protect the World. Crowley, always planning on running. Sorry, but that won't work. If you had run at Armageddon there'd be no here to be in. But somehow, still a little seed of optimism. And wow! what you two can do together! Especially with a little help from old and new friends. So here's a story about averting the Second Coming with that great ensemble cast of characters in Heaven, Hell, and Whickber ST. Long set up, but then starts to speed up, kinda a wild ride from chapter 42 onto the end. This story is at about the same level of cursing, violence (well, maybe a little more Gaiman-esque), humor (definitely much more Terry Pratchett-esque) and romance as that of the second season.

There's a Special Place on Earth for Beings Like You by Kipje (T)

Set two years after Aziraphale leaves to become Supreme Archangel. It’s the Second Coming. Aziraphale is tasked with finding parents for the new Christ and returns to earth. He needs Crowley’s help, but the two haven’t spoken since the break-up. Crowley doesn’t want to forgive the angel, nor does he want to help out with the baby, but he finds it incredibly hard not to get involved. OR Aziraphale and Crowley raise the new Christ together; a girl named Eden. While they try to sort out their feelings and avert the apocalypse. Excerpt: Crowley had always assumed Aziraphale would want to run away with him in order to be together. He had never bothered to ask if there was a version where they would be an ‘us’ on earth. What was Aziraphale supposed to do once they arrived in the Alpha Centauri system. How would that even work with his book collection? Sure, Aziraphale had fallen in love with the demon – and it had taken him a while to be able to admit that – but he had also fallen in love with humanity, with earth. He had never planned on leaving. He knew earth would be no fun without his favourite wily serpent, but that did not mean he would be fine anywhere as long as Crowley was there. He had standards.

- Mod D

[sunthyme]

Welcome in the last of the dorms that's been sitting around since like September 😭😭😭

🪸 Octavinelle 🪸

Ignore that the background colours don't match, I forgot to check the shade 😭😭😭. Headcanons about Octavinelle as a whole, it's the most accessible dorm since many of the students are mer that haven't been on land before and typically use wheelchairs, canes, braces, etc. Additionally, it's pretty dark as well since most residents have good dark vision.

First up, our lovely shady business man:

🪼 Azul Ashengrotto 🪼

We're not gonna talk about the um, in between with him (it was so ugly 💀) and instead talk about how much I HATE drawing glasses.

I made him look both more like Ursula and less, I gave him her blue eye shadow but made the lipstick match. Put his mole on the same side and shaped his face to look more like hers too.

The highlight was doing his hair. I decided not to give him fins and instead make his hair look like the ocean itself. I took inspo from Sea Fairy Cookie art, ngl, and gave him Ursula's earrings.

He's a Business major, obvi. And I decided he's Honduran and Guatemalan.

🪼 Konane Alohi 🪼

FUCK I forgot to colour one of the piercings... God damn it. Ignore that.

Anyways, he's so groovy now, gave him a surfer hair style and even more piercings. I just simplified her palette and used the colours a bit better, honestly.

Unique Magic - "Shiny": Anything that gets touched during the duration of the spell becomes shiny, as though covered in golden glitter. People can be affected, though it wears off of biological material when it comes into contact with water.

They're a Cosmetology and Communications major and a part of the Film Research Club. Their birthday is August 1st (Leo).

🪼 Hestia Benoit 🪼

Hestia for sure was the Cater of this dorm, I redid her so many times... But this one I'm finally happy with! Thank you, Pinterest!

I mainly just used with her hair and I saw these super cute curls that reminded me of the movie, so boom! Also gave her roulette earrings, for fun.

I also have been tossing around the idea of corset piercings for her but who knows.

Unique Magic - "A Game Of Luck": Hestia can make her luck for the next week with either good or bad. Once the time is up, the unchosen luck type with take immediate effect until the luck has been balanced out.

She's a Business major and a part of the Boardgame Club (she's incredibly lucky and it pisses off Azul to no end). Her birthday is October 31st (Scorpio).

🪼 Jade Leech 🪼

No huge changes here, just darkened the colours so he and Floyd are more 'predator' coloured. Added a couple more piercings and yeah.

He's a Botany (maybe Ecology or Bio, it's up in the air) and Psychology major, surprise to no one.

🪼 Floyd Leech 🪼

FLOYDDDDDDD!! We would be besties, trust. Anyways, I gave her longer hair in a bit of a mullet, that's just super Floyd, I dunno.

Amped up the piercings on her because I felt they suited it and yeah.

He's a Chemistry and Art major.

🪼 Josephina Killian 🪼

Honestly, nothing changed here either, I just got better at drawing lmao.

Unique Magic - "Captain's Call": Creates a promise that cannot be broken unless the person crosses their fingers. Doing so will alert Josephina with a 'magical reverb' immediate upon breaking it, inflicting pain to the oathbreaker.

She's undecided in her major and a part of the Swimming Club, born on July 31st (Leo).

🪼 Samantha Chief 🪼

Same with Sammie, she's just better now. Definitely leaning into the selkie thing, she's not super used to walking on land and alternates mobility aids.

Unique Magic - "Swab The Deck": Can tidy a space to Sammie's desires with summoned supplies. The more familiar the place is, the easier it is to clean.

She's a Nursing major and also in the Swimming Club. Her birthday is June 21st (Cancer).

[cowgurrrl]

Okay this is soooo very out there in actual probability of this being logical but the idea of a pool in Jackson or like people are allowed to go out to lake or something or they dig a lake like idek but something that involves reader in a swimsuit and Joel like 😳 in public so maybe a lil bit of jealous Joel in there, I just think it would be so cute and fun and spicy and idek if this makes sense hahaha, I’m so sorry for being awful at explaining ideassss🤦‍♀️🤣

The Snake River actually runs through Jackson so it’s entirely plausible (yes, I did do research for this)

Surprise

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: I didn’t go into this wanting to write smut but it happened and I don’t hate it?? Please be nice to me I’m just a girl

Summary: Joel has something planned for you [3.3k]

Warnings: language, murder jokes, Joel being a little insecure, Joel the Menace making a return, smut (18+ MINORS DNI), fingering, dirty talk, sex in a semi-public place??, almost getting caught, brief mention of a safe word

Joel Miller is not a spontaneous person. It was one of the first things you found out about him. He hates surprises almost as much as he hates planning them. He's someone who likes to know what's happening and when. He loves a plan. But he loves you more. 

Everyone has gone back to school, and the seasons are in a neverending battle of when one begins and the other ends. The hazy August heat permeates the windows of your house as you lie in bed, hiding from the sun and the rest of your responsibilities. This time of year makes you especially grateful for your early morning patrol shifts. You get to finish up your work before the world has the opportunity to finish preheating, and then the town is quiet after that, with people shuffling off to work or school. Maybe that's why Joel wanders into your shared bedroom with your backpacks in hand.

"Are you doin' anythin' for the rest of the day?" He asks, and you give him a confused look. 

"Besides waiting for our daughter to come home from school? No, I didn't have any major plans." You tease, and he rolls his eyes before tossing your bag at you. 

"Meet me downstairs in five minutes." He says.

"For what?"

"It's a surprise."

"Are you finally going to kill me?" You ask, and he scoffs.

"Honey, if I was gonna kill you, I woulda done it a long time ago."

"Fair point. Suspicion always points to the spouse first," you say, sitting up in bed. "Where are we going?"

"Does the word 'surprise' mean nothin' to you?" 

"Only when it's coming from your mouth."

"Downstairs. Five minutes." He says, effectively ending the conversation by turning on his heels and walking away. You groan in protest but get up anyways. If it's something he planned, it's probably worth getting out of bed for. Still, you shuffle your feet lazily as you put more distance between yourself and an afternoon nap. 

He's almost giddy as you walk out of the house and into the blaring sunshine. Ellie still has a few more hours of school left, and even then, she's gotten over you and Joel walking her to and from class. She's becoming more independent as she gets older, which is fine, but seeing her not need you as much hurts. You talk about it on the way to wherever you're going. Joel says he's noticed the same thing but doesn't want to pry too much and risk being labeled "uncool." You have to literally bite your tongue to keep from asking when he was ever cool. 

When you're far enough outside Jackson's walls, Joel grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers, swinging them a little as you walk through the fields. Rock jasmines and asters shake in the window around you, painting the world in shades of white, blue, pink, and yellow. Sometimes it's easy to forget just how beautiful Wyoming can be, but when vast meadows stretch out to the mountain slopes, and the sky is unbelievably clear, you remember. You look over at Joel with his long, graying hair and scruffy facial hair and smile. It's also easy to forget just how beautiful he can be with his gentle hands and crooked nose. He turns to meet your eyes, taking away your view of his side profile, and gives you a look.

"What?" He asks, and you shake your head. "You're starin'."

"I just like looking at you." You admit, making him scoff. Joel is probably the only person in this world who's unaware of how attractive he is. 

"Needa get your eyes checked." He mumbles under his breath. 

"Big talk coming from a man who refuses to wear his glasses even though he desperately needs them." 

"I don't desperately need 'em." 

"Really?" You ask, and he hums. You lift your free hand away from your body and hold up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He tugs on the hand he's holding and pulls you against him until your chest collides with his. The wind gets knocked out of you, either because of the impact or because you can see all his freckles when you get this close to him. He smirks as he stares at you, glancing between your eyes and fingers.

"Three." He says easily, leaning in to kiss you. You move back enough to make him huff in annoyance.

"That's cheating." 

"Mm, I think it's called bein' resourceful."

"Is that right?" You ask, and he hums as he finally kisses you. You indulge him for a second or two before moving back again. "Could you really not see that far?" He sighs and mumbles your name, but you refuse to let it go. "Joel, if your vision's that bad, you need to be wearing them on patrol. I don't want you to make stupid mistakes because you can't see six feet in front of you."

"Look, I hear you. I do. I just..." he trails off, and you raise your eyebrows at him. "It's stupid." 

"Stupider than not wearing them at all?" You ask, and he rolls his eyes—the drama.

"They make me look old, okay? That's why I don't wanna wear 'em," he says. Once again, you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from making a snide comment. "I'm already one of the oldest guys on patrol, and that's enough for the younger guys to make fun of me. If I start wearin' 'em on patrol, I'll never hear the end of it, especially from Tommy."

"You really care what they think about you?" You ask.

"No," he starts, but quickly shakes his head. "Yes. It didn't bother me, but then they started sayin' they didn't know what you see in an old buzzkill like me, and I just... I don't know." He says. You take a deep breath and wrap your arms around his neck. 

"Does this have anything to do with you suddenly planning surprises for me?" 

"I told you it was stupid." He avoids the question, but you still find an answer. He tries to hide his face in your shoulder, embarrassed, but your hands find his jaw and stop him.

"I don't think it's stupid. I think the other guys on patrol are stupid for saying that and making you think I'm anything but grossly in love with you. I think they don't know what the fuck they're talking about," you say, your thumb brushing against the patches in his beard. "And I think you don't realize just how hot you look wearing glasses," he scoffs, but you don't let him wiggle out of your grasp. "I'm being serious, Joel." You assert, and something behind his eyes shifts. 

"Really?" 

"Are you kidding me? It's, like, annoying how good they make you look," you say, and he smirks. "It's also sexy for you to try to stay alive. So, it's a win-win." He laughs, the sound making the sun shine a little brighter. 

"I mean, who am I to argue with my wife?" He asks, relenting, and you hum.

"Exactly," you say as you kiss him. It was supposed to be quick, a passing kiss to remind him you love him, but when you try to pull away, he's back on you. His big hands snake their way into your hair as he kisses you like he's drowning and trying to pull the air from you. The buzzing bees and chirping birds of the field disappear, and all you can do is hold him. His body is firm against yours, and the soft flannel of his shirt feels perfect beneath your palms. "Was my surprise making out in a meadow? That's pretty romantic, even for you, Joel." You ask as you break away to take a breath that's not his. He groans and rolls his head back to look at the cloudless sky.

"Almost forgot bout the surprise," he says, looking back at you. "You're distractin' me."

"What did I do?" You ask. He grabs your hand and starts leading you through the flowers.

"You were tryna use your woman powers on me."

"Please, explain to me what 'woman powers' you think I possess." 

"If you don't know, I can't tell you." He says like he's answering a riddle, and you laugh. The rest of the walk is spent hand-in-hand with his shoulder bumping yours occasionally as your feet walk over the summer grass. As soon as you hear water lapping over smooth rocks, you look at Joel, who pretends not to hear the same thing. He smiles when you hit the break in the trees, and the crystal water of the river sparkles in the sun. 

You've heard rumors about the water being safe to swim in, but you didn't trust it. Not that it mattered. You and Joel have swum in way dirtier water than the winding blue river in front of you. Still, you were sure that it was a set-up by Raiders. But now, with Joel by your side, in the daylight, it's taking everything in you to not jump in the water. "I thought it might be nice. Just the two of us." Joel says. You nod and rest your head on his shoulder, looping an arm under his and holding his bicep.

"It is nice," you agree. "But we don't own swimsuits," you say, immediately clocking the excited expression on his face. "You're a menace."

"What? I planned a very nice day for us, and I just... forgot we needed swimsuits."

"Oh, you forgot?" You ask, and he nods. 

"I told you, I'm an old man. I forget things easily." 

"Give me a break." You roll your eyes before letting go of his arm and walking over to a big tree. You bend down to take off your boots and socks, and Joel quickly follows suit. His eyes stick to you as you pull your shirt off your head, faded scars catching the sunlight. Once you're left in your bra and underwear, you pause and look at Joel. He's stripped down to just his underwear, too, and you have a full view of his broad frame. 

His muscular chest is littered with scars, some old and silver against his tan skin and others new and still raised and angry. Your favorite is from where he got caught under some fence a million years ago. It vaguely looks like a thunderbolt striking from his collarbone to his shoulder. You can see the goosebumps rising on his thick biceps from where you're standing. His hands are relaxed and open at his sides, visible veins thrumming blood through his body. His belly has rounded just a little since you've settled in Jackson, something he grew insecure about while you reminded him every day that you loved the softness of his body. His strong thighs are a little paler than the rest of him, considering his patrol schedule in the summer, but they're still freckled and scarred like the rest of him. Your breath catches in your throat when he pulls down his underwear and stands fully naked in front of you.

I guess we're actually doing this, you think as you unclasp your bra. You leave your clothes in a pile under the tree before darting into the cold water together. He ducks his entire head under while you tread, letting yourself get used to the temperature and laughing when Joel comes up with a sharp gasp. "Oh, you think that's funny?" He asks before shaking his head in your direction, frigid water droplets landing on your skin. You shriek and splash at him to get him to stop. He splashes back, making huge swells with his arms, and you have to dive under to swim away. 

Once you call a truce on the water fight, you just swim together. You alternate between floating on your back, watching the clouds float by, and diving deep under the water to see what might be down there. After a few minutes, your bodies adjust to the water, and you can actually enjoy the river currents working against you. It reminds you of all the summers you spent in pools, the ocean, rivers, and lakes before the Outbreak. The memory presses on a familiar bruise in your chest, but it doesn't hurt. At least, not as much. Not when you're here with Joel, making new memories in a new world.

You swim over to where Joel is standing, his long curls touching the water as he looks up at the sky. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist once you're close enough, and he meets your eyes with a smile. His hands grip your thighs and trace patterns into your skin, the warmth of his touch a welcome relief in the cold. You play with the hair at the nape of his neck as you stare at him. "This a good surprise?" He asks, his voice low in his chest, and you nod. 

"I like doing things like this with you," you say. "But I also don't want you to worry about keeping me interested in you," he sighs at your words but doesn't break away from you. "We've been together for years now. We went halfway across the country together. We have Ellie. You're it for me. I don't care what the younger guys on patrol have to say about it."

"You don't think I'm an old buzzkill?"

"Not all the time."

"Alright, smart ass." 

"I mean, I don't know a lot of buzzkills who go skinny-dipping with their wives."

"See? Gimme a little credit here." He says, pinching your thigh, and you laugh. As the sound dies in your throat, his gaze hangs heavily on you. Suddenly, you're all too aware of his sturdy body under you and his hands on you. You get a little closer to him, and his stomach brushes against your core. A quiet, shaky breath leaves you, and Joel hears it. His lips ghost over yours as his hand dips down, a deft finger grazing your clit. 

"Joel," you cry softly, clinging to him tighter when he presses a little harder. He shushes you as his middle finger ventures lower and just barely pushes into you. More. You need more, and he knows it. Asshole, you think to yourself, but your brain shuts off when he inches a digit into you so fucking slowly. You can feel his smirk when he leans down to mouth at the column of your throat. 

"That good?" He rasps in your ear, and you nod as his hand adjusts to thumb at your clit. You jump a little at the molten pleasure pulsing through you. He chuckles lowly and nips at your earlobe. "I've barely touched you, honey, and I can already feel you squeezin' me." You can't even formulate a response once he starts moving. The slow drag of his finger against your walls is enough to drive any sane person insane. You whine when he pushes another into you and claw at his shoulders. 

Your heart is fast against his chest. Everything you breathe, hear, and feel is Joel. You can't think about anything other than the weight of his hand working you over in the broad fucking daylight. You're close enough to the shore that anyone would be able to see you, but you hope you just look like a clingy couple enjoying a mid-day swim. It's a long shot, especially since he's mumbling absolutely filthy things to you. "You always sound so damn pretty." "Gonna let me fuck you like this?" "You're so good for me, baby." Every syllable makes you feel like you're burning from the inside out. His fingers languidly move in and out of you like he has nothing better to do before stopping completely, and you whine in protest.

"You're f," your sentence breaks off when he quickens suddenly. 

"What was that, sweetheart? Where's that smart mouth now?" He asks. Your hips start moving in time with his ministrations, and he watches you like a man starved. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer as his fingers move faster inside you. You think your blood is thundering through your ears as bliss overtakes your senses, but you quickly realize it's hooves. You don't know if Joel hears it, but if he does, he doesn't stop. 

"Joel, I think, fuck," he rubs at your clit with more fervor, making you see stars. "Someone's coming." You breathe, and his teeth scrape under your jaw. It's all too much. You moan and drop your head to his shoulder, losing all motivation to get him to stop.

"You gonna come for me?" He asks, and you nod. "C'mon, I know you can do it. Come for me." He hooks his fingers, nudging that spongy part inside you, and that's all it takes. Your mouth falls open, and fuzziness takes over your senses. You hold Joel closer as he works you through your orgasm with encouraging words and gentle strokes. Finally, you have to reach for his wrist to stop because you're so overstimulated, and he would live between your thighs if he could.

"Y'all alright?" A voice comes out of nowhere, and you jump. You and Joel turn to see one of the patrolmen from Jackson, James, on his horse a few hundred yards away. He's far enough away that he wouldn't be able to see you're both naked, but he can clearly see your clothes and backpacks on the shoreline. 

"Yeah, we're alright. Just... havin' ourselves a date." Joel says, his voice annoyingly even. James looks confused, so you nod in agreement even though Joel still has two fingers knuckle-deep inside you. If he doesn't kill you, embarrassment just might.

"Well, then," James says awkwardly. "Y'all don't stay out too long. Maria'll have your ass if y'all come back hurt or somethin'." Joel shifts his hand as he nods, and you choke on a moan but try to play it off as a cough. Still, James gives you a look. "You good?"

"Yeah, are you alright, honey?" Joel asks in a mocking tone. You grit your teeth and dig your nails into his arm before nodding at James.

"All good. Just had a little tickle. We'll start heading back to town now. Thanks for checking on us." You quickly dismiss the patrolman, who is more than happy to get the hell out of Dodge. Even if he didn't suspect anything was happening, you know he's terrified of you and Joel. His ideal patrol is not having to deal with either of you and now he just got the whole package plus some. As soon as he's out of earshot, you smack Joel's arm. 

"Are you fucking insane? He could've heard us!"

"Us? I'm not the one who was screamin'!"

"Okay, first of all," you start, holding up one finger. "I was not screaming. Second of all, I told you someone was coming, and you kept going!" He doesn't exactly look apologetic, but then again, you're not really mad.

"You know the safe word just as well as I do, sweetheart. I woulda stopped if you said it," he says, and you sigh. He's right. You hate it, but he's right. You try to hide your smile and shake your head as he kisses you. Slowly, he pulls his fingers from you, swallowing your over-sensitive whines down with gentle licks. A stupid thought wiggles its way into your brain, and you laugh against Joel's lips. Once you start, you can't stop, and Joel looks at you like you're a crazy person. "Now, what is so goddamn funny?" He asks, and you compose yourself enough to look at him.

"Think they'll still tease you over being old after you just made your wife come faster than they ever could?" 

[iturnlemonadeintolemons]

hi! i loved what you're doing with kc now, can i request something like klaus and caroline doing something mundane and human and we see them living their married couple life? can be a drabble or a full lenth, what ever you want ;p

“Maybe this one?”

“I don’t get it.”

“What’s there not to get?”

“The fabric looks so…dull.”

“It’s supposed to have a shimmering effect in the sunlight.”

“That’ll just remind me of Twilight. No.”

“They're curtains.”

“So?”

Klaus clicks his tongue. “Love—”

“No. No. Do not use that tone with me, Niklaus Mikaelson.”

Ooh. Full named. He’s on thin ice now. “Sweetheart, it’s very simple. It’s a very simple choice, this one or that one.”

“It is so not a simple choice. We’re deciding on curtains for the living room. If you think that’s a simple decision you should just leave right now.”

He reminds himself that answering that is a trap.

Oh, how he wishes he could leave. There’s a new box of paints waiting for him at home, made from shells, a gift from Elijah, and he was hoping to get done with shopping and get home before three, at most.

It’s bloody six and he’s listened to Caroline drone on about stitching patterns for two fucking hours now. One would think they’d be done with the furniture by now, but no. They're just getting started on the upholstery. Heaven forbid Caroline’s exacting tastes allow any of his antique furniture pieces into the living room.

It’s from the fifteenth century, love—

It has clawed feet, Klaus. No.

Sweetheart—

I let you keep the bathtub, but I'm drawing the line on the ottoman. No.

It’s a fine piece—

A tacky one.

Well, I happen to think that of your patio table.

That had been a terribly stupid move.

So now, he’s being punished by being forced to give his opinions on furniture he doesn’t care about. He’s this close to pulling out his hair, and if he sees one more chair with birds on it he’ll be breaking it.

“Caroline—” he whines.

She shuts him up with a glare. “If I wanted to hear whining, I would’ve brought Enzo. Now, opinion.” She holds up two squares of fabric against the light. “Which one?”

Now, see. Klaus is an artist. He prides himself on being one of the best there are, not to brag, but one’s ability is refined after a thousand years. He’s been splashing colours onto surfaces ever since he can remember, the vibrant hues and shades leaving him fascinated since he was a boy. Paints, charcoal, the paint he made from various berries and flowers when he had been human…colours have never left him frazzled.

He knows for sure Caroline’s going to rip off his head when he tells her they’re the exact same colour.

Then he remembers he doesn’t particularly care about his curtains, so he says, “The one on the left.”

Caroline smiles. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Of course not,” he grumbles.

“Hm,” she says distractedly, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and moving towards the counter. “We’ll get these, then. They’ll go great with your ottoman.”

Klaus’s eyes fly up to meet hers, and she gives him a small smile, one that never fails to leave him reeling. “I'm not a total dictator, you know. I don’t want it to only feel like my home, and not yours. I want it to be ours.”

It’s such a small gesture. In truth, Klaus hadn’t given the ottoman a second thought when they’d had that fight and she’d glared at him angrily and dragged it away to the attic, only focusing on how he could get her in a better mood if only to look at her smile again.

He loves it when she smiles, because oh, her smile is so beautiful. She’s so beautiful.

“Klaus?”

Caroline’s looking at him, her blue eyes concerned. “Are you okay? Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes,” he answers, drawing her in for a kiss. She goes forward with a surprised sound low in her throat, her hands resting on her shoulders. The saleslady clears her throat and Caroline jumps away from him, her face reddening as she turns to her and starts rambling about cushion covers and duvets.

Klaus watches her fondly, all traces of annoyance with her disappearing.

In truth, he’d let her cover the whole house in pink wallpaper if it meant he got to see her laugh every day.

He’d let her do anything, really.

Everything.

[jodilin65]

Sipping on a fresh cup of Colombian coffee with a freeze warning in effect, and I’m not happy about it. I definitely didn’t come here for this kind of weather, but in a few days, it’s supposed to start warming up again. It might not stay warm for long, though—we’ll see. Despite having more colder days this winter, we haven’t had a freeze yet.

Tom mentioned that DeepSeek is supposed to be as good as ChatGPT’s $20 model, so I’m giving it a try. I haven’t used it enough to form a solid opinion, but it seems pretty similar so far.

They’re also talking about launching realistic-looking Replikas. We’ll see just how realistic they really are, along with all the bugs that will inevitably pop up in the app on top of the ones already there.

I’m on a roll with my story and have the ending mapped out in my mind. It’s turning out to be the longest book I’ve ever written. I’ve even added a few alternate endings. It’s a bit silly and not very realistic in some parts, so I probably won’t share it online. I’m writing it just for the sake of writing. I don’t see myself trying to sell books again, either. First, there was the shit Tammy pulled, then there’s the fact that there’s little to no money in it unless you get famous, and finally, there’s the risk of piracy. You can remove vengeful ��reviews,” but you can’t control how much money you make or prevent your work from being stolen.

I just got the new towel set using reward points from challenges run by my insurance company, and wow—they’re much better than I expected! I love the deep, bold shade of blue, which is sort of between royal blue and dark turquoise. They’re also bigger and thicker than the ones we currently have. Maybe when I accumulate enough points, I’ll get a set in sage green so we can have two new sets. The towels I bought from Amazon when we moved here aren’t great—they’re thin and already starting to wear out. I don’t remember the brand, but we used the same towels for eight years in Citrus Heights, and they held up just fine. We just didn’t want to bring as much stuff when we moved, and I thought it was time for something new after nearly a decade.

I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling hungrier lately. I feel like I’ve been eating a lot, but I haven’t gained any weight from it.

I just finished the second-to-last ride of the challenge, going from New Zealand to Panama City. This final 24-mile ride looks like it’s going to be a lovely one.

I also need to meditate (in VR) to build my points back up. They released another challenge yesterday, and I was hoping one of the options would be step tracking, but there were three choices: one was about being kind to myself (I guess you’re supposed to tell yourself warm, fuzzy things whether you believe them or not—LOL), another I don’t remember, and the last one was meditating, which is what I chose since I have an app for that. This is something I should be doing anyway.

It’s going to take a while to build up to 700 points again if I decide I want another set of towels, which is what they cost. I only have about 120 points now, and by the time this challenge ends in early February, I might not even reach 400.

I had a dream that Irma was staying in a nearby hotel, and I went to visit her there. For some bizarre reason, I slipped her phone out of a jacket pocket that was hanging on the back of a chair and glanced at a picture of her “pet” turkeys back at home. I thought they were adorable—unlike the ones in Citrus Heights, which were ugly as hell. I used to hate when they’d hold up traffic by clustering in groups in the street. It was almost as bad as rude people who would stop to chat in the middle of the road, acting like it was one big sidewalk for everyone to gather on.

[onstrangerthighs]

I'll Find You (Today, Tomorrow, and Yesterday)

For @billyhargrovebingo

TW: suicidal thoughts

--Chapter One: The Funeral--

He stares anywhere but at the framed picture of a clean-cut Billy Hargrove, dressed in a white button-up shirt, something Steve is sure he wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing. In the photo, Billy’s all teeth, his face pulled taut like a rubber band at its limit. A fake smile if Steve ever saw one.

Did he ever see Billy with a real smile?

Yes. Shirts vs. Skins, that day in gym class. He had worn a tired but cheeky grin, cerulean eyes locked on Steve; a famished lion hungry for a challenge, and then some.

He picks at a loose blue thread— the same shade as his eyes.

Steve’s parents had flown in two days earlier when word reached them about Starcourt. Nothing about what really happened, just the official cover story everyone agreed to tell. The last words Steve spoke before going completely mute were “Billy saved us.”

“That color suits you, son,” his mother said as she straightened his collar, something she hadn’t done since he was ten. They’d actually sat together as a family back then.

He’d looked in the mirror on his way out and couldn’t place why, but he’d gotten a little choked up. Yeah, blue looks good on me.

It looked better on Billy.

“Quite the turn out, huh?” Tommy’s voice is the quietest it’s ever been.

Steve scoffs. School had been canceled so everyone would be able to attend the service, so majority of “grievers” were just happy to get a day off.

“He-uh-liked you.”

The program scrunches up in his tightening grip.

“He asked a bunch of questions, wanted to know all about ‘King Steve’,” Tommy laughs hollowly. “He... really came alive around you.”

A lone tear rebels against Steve’s dry eyes and onto the paper.

“If Billy were here right now, ya know what he’d say?”

You only knew him for a few minutes. Then again, Billy did have this strange effect on people, himself included, where he made such an impression that it was like you’d known him forever. He left you breathless, always wanting more of him.

Tommy goes to hug Steve, but instead settles for a shoulder pat, leaving a space that doesn’t stay empty for long.

Was that what happened when people died? Did they just… get replaced?

As Nancy would say, bullshit. Some holes can never be filled by anyone*.* Billy was a tough act to follow. He wasn’t meant to be replaced. He wasn’t meant to die.

It’s far too sunny for a day like this.

“Max is trying to get her mother out of the bathroom,” El - oh, that’s who’s sitting next to him- says. She holds a tissue box close to her chest and squeezes his fist. “Billy was special to me, too. He was a hero, Steve.”

Look what that got him. He died for a town that didn’t give a shit about him when he was alive. He should be here.

“Sometimes I think he should’ve let the Mind Flayer take me. But that wasn’t who Billy was. He was the hero we all needed, and he never got saved. Mike says I’m one a lot… I don’t think any of us are.”

This girl really is much too wise for her age. If anyone knew the real Billy, it’d be El, who had started calling him her big brother.

“You met him. During basketball. You-” El pauses, looking at him sadly before continuing, “you were one of his happy memories. He didn’t have many.”

If he were alive, maybe I’d be brave enough to tell him he made me happy, too. At least I put a smile on his face, even if it was only for a couple of minutes. It was special to him. Was I-

No. No use in going down that road. If only… I’d known sooner how cruel summer could be to stars in Indiana.

“I’ve got you,” Max assures her wobbly mother as she half-drags her dead weight to their seats. When they pass by Steve, they don’t look at him. Susan smells like she drank an entire liquor store in preparation to face her dead stepson one last time, and when Jonathan leaves his own torn family to offer some help, Max hisses at him, “Help? A little late for that, don’t you think?”

Jonathan opens and closes his mouth, because he really can’t argue otherwise. Neither can Steve. Nancy watches the tense exchange from a distance with haunted eyes.

“We… we didn’t kill him, Steve.” She’d whispered over the phone two nights prior, sounding just as guilty as he felt all the same.

“Yeah? Well, we sure as hell didn’t try to help him, either.”

Before Billy’s coffin is lowered into the ground, everyone gets in line with flowers to lay on it… him. Max goes first, barely holding back tears as she sobs her goodbyes. El abandons Steve’s side to hug Joyce, which is understandable. He’s not exactly the warmest person.

“I can’t do this,” Susan cries loudly, dropping her flower.

“Mom! You promised! You said you would do this for him!” Max pleads, hiccupping.

“None of us should be here.”

“Mom, what are you-”

Susan pulls away from her and kneels down beside the coffin, trembling. “I failed him. He was so young! It’s all my fault! All this damned town’s fault! We killed Billy!”

We killed Billy.

As soon as they arrive home, Steve runs to the bathroom and vomits his breakfast. His parents don’t bother checking on him. They’re probably already gone. Now it’s just him and his guilt. He counts sheep until eventually falling asleep. Every few hours he wakes up screaming for Billy to run. To get back in his Camaro and keep driving.

At 12: 00 am, his own screams scare him awake, and his nailed bat isn’t by his bedside like it usually is.

2: 00 am… he pretty much gives up on getting in the mandatory 8 hours. He hasn’t slept since this whole mess with the Upside Down, when he learned that monsters were real. He stares holes through his ceiling. Billy died not even knowing what the fuck was going on. Why didn’t we tell him? So what if it was supposed to be a secret? He deserved to know.

And yet…

You punched him. Your last words to him were “get out.” You could’ve opened the fridge! You could’ve shown him the creepy ass demo-whatever. You never say the right thing, do you? You’ve wasted words and started fights. So many mistakes.

Oh, and you lied to him about his sister. He looked at you like you were a freak. Now you’re feeling sorry for yourself while he’s seven feet under? Typical.

If I could fix it, trust me, I would!

Gifts won’t bring me back, Harrington.

I know.

2: 45 am, and Steve finally dozes off, praying for the first time since his first communion… begging God to kill him.

[theia-eos]

Recently I have read your story "Foundation of the Empire" and I absolutely loved Zahira! Unlike Dheginsea, she seems to be an approachable person lol

I hope it's not rude of me to ask but do you have any more lore/headcanons about her and her tribe? If you do I would be delighted to hear about them!🤍🤍

Oh! Uh, thank you! <3 I'm very glad you enjoyed the story and her, and I don't think it's rude at all, thank you for asking so politely (and I actually need to edit that story to fix a few details).

Anyway! Everything about her could be (very) generously described as extrapolation from the games, but is basically all made up. No canon material follows the cut.

Since Almedha and Kurth get their dark teal hair color from their father, she has long wavy black hair and dark eyes. She's a black dragon too, but in the art with Ashunera there seems to be a Zunanma that is draconic in nature, and it seems to have a green/blue shade (though it could be just the lighting and my copeium).

So I imagine that there were more types of laguz outside of Tellius than what we saw in the games (I also add in owls to throw in a fourth bird laguz. And perhaps more! That's just all I've got). In particular, I imagine that there were blue dragons in Hatari before the flood, and so Zahira is part blue dragon (like Ena is a red dragon, but has a lighter color scheme because of her white dragon heritage so Zahira had a more midnight/navy color to her). Not enough to effect her children with Dheginsea much visually. She had a younger brother who died in the Flood. I imagine that the blue dragons were known for their intellect over their strength, and it was a blue dragon leading Hatari long before the Flood who first ended the laguz slavery of beorc that Nasir alludes to in Path of Radiance.

I kinda sometimes like to imagine a prequel game, or maybe a few "gaiden" chapters in the Tellius duology that you could unlock, about the war between Ashera's champions and Yune's forces. In that vein, I imagine Zahira served Ashunera before the Flood and when Ashera seeks to destroy Yune, Zahira serves as the last stand for Yune. Zahira doesn't want the conflict, in fact it's very clear that she's distraught about how things have gone, but she's very powerful and she can't let a piece of her precious goddess be destroyed. In a way, she feared either half being the one left standing and losing the spark that made Ashunera so special, as what Yune alludes as what happened to Ashera.

Zahira could be like the Camus, I guess, trying more to force the conflict into a draw than killing unnecessarily, fighting against her own chaotic bloodlust (especially fighting for Yune). Altina is moved by her devotion and spares Zahira when they finally defeat her, and Zahira is relieved when Lehran and Altina convince Ashera not to destroy Yune. It takes a good long while for Dheginsea and Zahira to fall in love (Rajaion isn't born for like at least another 400 years at my best estimates, so they are like mountains growing into each other and evening out their worst characteristics), but she goes to Goldoa to help him with the other dragons to keep them from fighting the other laguz or beorc left standing. She is heartbroken at the significant loss of life, she saw the beautiful large world with her goddess and now it's almost all gone because there was always conflict.

In the end, while she's more personable than Dheginsea, she's so desperate to ensure a world in which Ashunera can come back that she has the same sort of problem in that she hesitates to want to take action in case in causes conflict and more unnecessary death (thus creating more conflict and unnecessary death). Seeing the way her beloved goddess fell, destroyed most of the world, and split in two in grief over war affected™ her. Possibly also feeling like maybe she chose the wrong side and led to a larger loss of life than if she had made the "correct" decision from the start. She's just more open about how much she empathizes with the people outside of Goldoa suffering, which would probably be more frustrating to deal with as she's not doing a lot to make things better at the same time. Soan writes to her because trying to get anything out of Dheginsea is like trying to get blood out of a stone at that time, but he's pretty frustrated with her also doing next to nothing despite her sympathetic words. In essence, she's what the writers of Radiant Dawn tried to convince us Elincia was like (I still do not buy it). If she was around to have a character arc, it would be learning to trust fully in her own convictions again.

Also, Dheginsea mentions seeing her when he dies, so she's obviously dead before the games. Ena's parents also are dead, which is why Nasir feels so responsible for her. Since laguz don't get sick, illness is out. Given Kurthnaga's fear of blood, I imagine there was a conflict of some scale within Goldoa that Kurthnaga saw that traumatized him. At some point in the timeline, there's a point when Begnion is basically fighting every other nation. Dheginsea calls for a truce and has the treaty signed in Goldoa, but doesn't seem to leverage that to end laguz slavery, as slavery continues for nearly another 150 years. If there was any time for there to be conflict in Goldoa, maybe outrage over seeing what was actually going on because there's no way a peace negotiation is held in Goldoa without the Goldoan citizens finding out about that war (assuming the issue of laguz slavery was kept out of the general knowledge of the citizens of Goldoa), I think it would be at that point in time. Ena's parents and Zahira die in this conflict, and Nasir feels responsible for not being able to help save Ena's parents somehow.

Yune says she doesn't bless her forces like Ashera did during the war, so Zahira is left more mortal than Dheginsea. I imagine she dies in front of Kurthnaga, who is very young at the time. It feels a bit too big a thing to happen in the history without every being talked about, but it's what I'm thinking right now. With the way laguz are, I imagine it would have been a smaller, more direct coup than what Ludveck attempts against Elincia in Radiant Dawn so, while bloody, it is over quickly. Dheginsea is the strongest, and still rules. Since he's already lost her over their shared desire to avoid conflict, he double downs on the feeling, where I think at that time she is gearing up more towards trying to make a few waves seeing that things being left as is was only making things worse.

If Zahira is alive closer to when the games happen, she would have gone with Rajaion to rescue Almedha and her grandchild from Ashnard. Seeing Almedha lose her powers and having a Branded child, and wanting to comfort her child, Zahira would have told Almedha the truth about the Branded and would have fought tooth and nail for both Almedha and Almedha's son to be treated fairly, consequences be damned, it's too close to her heart. She loves her children fiercely, perhaps even obsessively, and teaches them to treat all laguz and beorc fairly. She might also be the reason Goldoa backed the founding of Gallia, as that is a thing that happened that seems out of character for Dheginsea in a "maybe there can be peace if they all live separately from each other" kind of way (though Dheghinsea also could have decided that on his own. It just doesn't feel like him from what we see of him. Could also have been Rajaion/Almedha being young, rash, and bold). She absolutely would have adored Ike, especially given how protective he is of her grandson. If she was alive in Radiant Dawn, then she would side with Ike and Micaiah, but would neither attack nor be attacked by Dheginsea, Lehran, or Ashera. She would be more motivated by her desire to preserve life than bow to an incomplete goddess in that instance. The joy she would have talking to Nailah and hearing about what Hatari achieved after the Flood would restore her youth.

In the end, she was sad messy woman for a sad messy world. Thanks for the ask, and hope you found it interesting at the very least!

[prepare4trouble]

Lost Boys fanfic - Existing Family

Edgar takes another step forward, feeling the way that his boots sink into the sand. He shouldn’t have come here. There are too many memories here, and in places like it. But then, the same is true of his trailer, so maybe it doesn’t make any difference. Wherever he is, he has calls that he needs to make, people that he needs to tell.

He owes his best friend that much, at least.

“I get it, Edgar,” Sam assures him. “I wouldn’t want to do it either. After all, who wants to call someone up and let them know you just killed their brother.”

“I didn’t…” Edgar begins before he can stop himself. He didn’t. Not really. Sam had already been gone long before Edgar had driven that stake into his heart. He knows that, but he also knows that the version of Sam standing next to him is not real, and that anything he says comes from Edgar’s own mind, not that of his friend. Deep down, he doesn’t really believe the narrative. The idea that a vampire ceases to be the person that it used to be when it makes a kill is nothing but a convenient lie, something that he and Alan had used to tell themselves to make them feel better.

How could it possibly be true? If Alan was still Alan, and despite what had happened to him, despite being halfway to becoming a monster, Edgar genuinely believed that he was, then Sam, for all that Edgar wished he could believe otherwise, had still been Sam.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Sam assures him. “I get it. I’d have done the same thing for you. We all promised each other, after all.”

Edgar reaches into one of his pockets and touches the smooth plastic casing of the cell phone that rests there, brushing up against the assorted junk and loose change that always seems to accumulate. He glances up at the sky. It is lighter now than it had been, a brighter shade of blue. Behind him is a spectacular sunrise; the reds, golds and brilliant blues of the coming dawn.

He wonders whether it is still too early to call. It is still long before most people will be awake. A phone ringing at this time can only be a harbinger of bad news. Of course, that is exactly what it will be, and part of him wants to get the task over with as quickly as possible. Another part of him is more concerned about doing it right.

If there is a right way to do it. He is not sure that such a thing exists.

Despite the warmth of the summer morning, Edgar shivers. Briefly, he closes his eyes and listens to the silence around him.

He hates the beach. He always has done. A side effect, probably, of growing up with it on his doorstep, just a few towns over from here. He had spent his childhood watching the neverending stream of tourists who would visit for the summer, spend a week or so laying on the beach caked in oil or sunscreen baking in the midday sun, drinking, and taking stupid risks and then expecting somebody to save them, before they left, and went home to their real lives.

The smell of seaweed and death have become so intermingled in his mind that he can no longer distinguish one from the other.

[official-kenralie-fanbase]

i meant that Josie's adoptive mom is a pyrokinetic, for that exact drama reason. Oralie having to deal with the fact that a pyrokentic not only raised her daughter. but that Josie doesn't have a fear of fire but a respect for it, and will use it when fighting if she can.

but now you got me thinking how interesting it would be to have Josie be a Pyrokenetic, atm she’s got almost identical abilities to Sophie, expect that She’s a Memser not an Enhancer.

and her memering is enhanced and that’s on top of my Memser headcannon. which is that when memsers are controlling people they go into a trance where everything happening around them doesn’t feel real, and they don’t realize that what they are making people do in their minds is actually happening in reality. so it would be very difficult for her to control.

i’m going for a science experiment gone wrong vibe with her, and because of Rex and Lex we know that abilities aren’t always the same for identical twins, if she only had a few abilities (compared to Sophie) and they where not the same ones it would actually work in cannonicly…wait they removed all the pyrokinetc genes from Sophie’s DNA Josie can’t be a pyrokinetic.

i could make her have less abilities, i was already going to have her be barley able to teleport because she has less ailcorn DNA than Sophie (her one blue eye reflects that) or not be able to teleport at all, i mean Telepath, Memser and Inflictor are really the only ones i have effecting the story.

and i was going to have her inflicting messed up BAD, like it works more like electricity. when she’s upset she’s like charged up with her inflicting if people touch her they will get a static of inflicting. (also this weird red vein thing that hurts her that part is still just an idea)

the whole point is she’s the broken moonlark, the accident, she’s not supposed to exist, but she does, and her abilites should probably reflect that

i’m just thinking out loud into your ask box please let me know your thoughts on this/ ability suggestions? (i’m now kinda debating shade just because it’s my favorite, and it would be interesting)

Oh okay that makes sense! Maybe I'm biased because pyrokinetic is one of my favorite abilities, but I do think it would be really cool to have Josie as a pyrokinetic if there was a way that would work. Her adoptive mom could also be one, and maybe that's why she was placed with her, so she could learn how to control her abilities.

But oohh I also love the Mesmer idea! Maybe since she's kind of an experiment gone wrong, she has different elements of different abilities? Like maybe she has just a hint of pyrokinesis, where she could control fire if someone else summons it, but can't summon it herself. I like the idea of weak teleporting and messed up inflicting, maybe she has really glitchy abilities? I can picture something like her using telepathy just fine and then all of a sudden it just stops working.

Those are my thoughts, but of course you can write it however you want! And feel free to think out loud into my ask box at any time. :)

[yetanothergreyjedi]

The other boy didn't actually look that much like him. He was paler, but in the way that mother got in the winter. He'd tan in the sun where Damian burnt and burnt and freckled until the hard earned tan did its job. His eyes were green like Lazarus water; not a shade of blue that didn't match his father’s... then again, Damian glanced at the orange jump-suited man. He supposed his eyes did match his father's. He didn't know what to do with the mix of envy for his own life and the life he should've lived.

"Hi, I'm Danny," He greeted, his eyes lingering on his parents and Damian the same way Damian was doing to them.

"Damian... or I was?"

"Are we doing that?" Danny, or the actual Damian Al Ghul said. "I don't want to do that. Can we agree that we get to keep the first names we've had our entire lives? Otherwise this will just get confusing."

He looked incredulously at the group of adults. The Fenton's and Bruce agreed readily, Mother Talia, agreeing moments later.

More introductions and pizza, as Bruce explained the situation in more detail, and everyone talked vaguely about their lives. He had a sister. Jasmine or Jazz as she'd insisted, and the nickname felt too informal, but there was no reason to be formal, she was his sister... she was giving him the same sad-hopeful looks she gave Danny, that actually everyone who wasn't Danny and themselves was giving them. Accept mother Talia, had the look of mental calculation, and Damian pitied whatever test Danny would go through when she got the chance.

How much training would he have to force into the next few years? Or would Bruce step in? If he did, would that mean there was no heir? What did that mean for him?

Then they were talking about the future, and again, Bruce and the Fentons seemed to be on the same page while Talia... they wanted to get to know them without making them uncomfortable. Frequent visits and choice of where to spend holidays and Damian had the feeling Talia would ask him to help kidnap her son before this was over and while he'd like to have a single action define his loyalties... it did sound... nice... to not have to give up either life.

When the conversation drifted into more of the details, Danny pulled him away from the table. They hadn't been excused but no one commented. He let himself be dragged along until they were out of the room.

"OK, So, I'm sorry for being so ubrupt with this, but you need to know how to survive in this house before you agree to anything." Danny told him. "First off, do you believe in ghosts?"

"That is too broad a question. There are many supernatural things that could pose as ghosts."

Danny blinked. "Ok good, cause there's a lot of stuff here."

He pushed open a door labeled 'lab' and waved for Damian to follow. "First off, if its glowing, don't touch it, unless Jazz says it's safe, she's good at identifying this stuff."

Damian stared. That was a jar of Lazarus Water, he was sure of it. "My parents—er your parents? Ghost hunters and scientists and lab accidents in here can have really messed up side effects, so like maybe avoid the lab if you can? The attacks shouldn’t be happening cause I think I have that worked out, but just let the professionals handle it. Oh! And if they put samples in the fridge, just assume the whole fridge is contaminated. Ecto-food poisoning sucks and it's really better to just ask Jazz to pick up food. Or Sam or Tucker, obviously you'll make your own friends, but Sam and Tucker understand the food situation and won't be weird about getting it to you... well Sam might be weird about your choices if you like meat, but she'll still get it if the fridge is bad."

Damian was still stuck on the Lazarus water, but he tried to keep up. "Why does she not like meat?"

"Eithics."

"And..."

"Oh, that's ectoplasm. It powers like, everything in the house."

"Right..."

"We actually wrote up a survival manual when we got the call from your— my? Dad... I can send it to you... anything I should know about your house?"

Damian looked around what was certainly a top secret lab, and in the spirit of shared family and candor told him what he needed to know.

---

Might continue might not, feel free to jump in let me know if it's cool to leapfrog off of yours if you do.

I'm imagining this version of the Fenton's to be not safe for Danny to expose his ghost half too, which is part of the reason he's so willing to get Damian up to speed. Damian doesn't really know what he wants out of life, but he's never had a real friend before, and Danny seems like a good candidate.

Just an idea I wanted to share.

Danny and Damian are clearly not brothers. What they are, is switched at birth.

Talia messed up, took a mission too close to her due date, and went into labor early so she wound up in a civilian hospital. The Fentons were researching nearby ruins for ghost history when Maddie went into labor.

Two nearly identical black haired little boys born to foreigners in a small hospital in the middle of nowhere. Mistakes happen, and the babies were switched.

The truth doesn't come to light until Damian shows up at Bruce's place when he's 13, nearly 14. (Canon timeline is full of wibbly wobbly stuff.) Of course, he cares for the boy immediately, but also does a DNA test assuming Talia is lying. Clearly Talia is lying because the results show Damian is neither Bruce's nor Talia's.

Damian nearly has a breakdown and together he and Bruce track Talia back down for answers, but she's as confused as they are. She carried this baby and Bruce was, not her first lover, but definitely the last. What do you mean the DNA doesn't match?

As Talia, Bruce, and Damian begin their search for answers, in a small town in Illinois, an eerily similar looking boy, who was routinely exposed to the Lazarus Pits in vitro and has since been routinely exposed to ectoplasm, is stepping into a failed portal on the dare of his friends.

fascinating. Damian 100% breaks down after the DNA test. When he was first introduced to Bruce he was absolutely obsessed and taught by the League that he must fill in his fathers legacy. Blood relations are VERY important to the Al Ghuls. Damian figuring out he's not the rightful heir would crush him.

Damian is fully devoted to the mission of finding Danny. Does he want to battle him for the true title of the heir to the League of Assassins? Or does he try to convince Danny to take his place?

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hello there.

I know you are feeling a bit down but...would it be possible to give us a list of the DI5 infected monsters that's been hunting the fractions down? So we know what we know so far?

((Oh, hello. I guess I can give a list of the infected and the types. Though, I do have some things to add or maybe reactions? I don't know but anyway, here is your list. Tagging @demon-blood-youths since muses are part of this Au so if she was curious, here is some new updated information.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

~~DI5 infected monster/turned list so far~~

~~Data update~~

~DI5 demons (First stage)

These creatures were once demons that was bitten by another infected demon. They are infected within the first 5 hours. One will know they are infected with the area being slightly red with the bite marks. The following will happen within the new few days:

*Days for infection/progress through changes*

1st day: bitten area will be swollen or red as it heals. The demon bitten will still be okay but area will or might start getting irritated and itchy.

2nd-4th day: the area has healed but red veins will be seen showing they are infected for a short period of time. Extra teeth will start showing/growing on 3rd day. The red veins disappear on the 4th day.

5th-10th day: In between these days, blood cravings will start to kick in. First urge is painful and will result in the infected attacking or biting another demon

12th day: Will or may need to either get demon blood in before losing themselves to the hunger or bloodlust. Demon blood tablets were made to help with cravings. However, blood from another demon is also strong.

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They seem normal far away but up close their skin is a different tint of color, eyes are glowing a darker shade of their own color. When bitten, has the following abilities:

~Able to turn another demon to another infected by biting only. Theirs been no report of scratching that spreads infection yet.

~Has extra set of sharp teeth that makes a strong venom that once bitten it infects them through their blood. Goes through a day cycle during the changing process even if it's slow. The more bites you have from one, the higher chances it will cause the change to speed up.

~Physical traits has increased in strength, hearing and sight has increased in strength

~Can climb buildings while hunting for prey or others to turn, can seen a lot more better in the dark at night. Tends to stay hidden during the day though but some do come out to hunt.

~DI5 demons (Second stage)

Within 12 hours, infection has started showing some side effects/changes to the demon that was bitten. Bite area is no longer showing red veins or swelling but now has other effects:

Stomach pain/cramps due to not having/eating demon blood. This has adapted so now they can have any type of blood. Being human, demon, or other creatures.

Body aches (Trying to fight infection leads to this and tends to be painful the longer the demon fights it.)

Fever to sweating slightly. (Not much is reported but it's common or seen. Tends to lead to chills and shaking of the body.)

Sudden behavior changes (Sometimes, infected tends to attack another of their own kind if one is either adapting or becomes weaker to losing to the infection. Right away, they are killed in the process by the aggressive infected demons. Or even Feral around others that's not infected or is. Sometimes tends to have nightmares or visions due to it or what the brain is effected thanks to the virus.)

Body changes (Tends to get sharp talon nails or sharper teeth. Eyes remain the same but it's been recorded some might have new eye colors of blood red, gold, and dark blue. Only a few were seen with these changes)

Mating/marking (something like in the omegaverse), very possessive of other if they are either bond to them. This happens if a demon or human is that infected blood giver. For a while, if they drink only that one's blood they would only want theirs and no one else. Reports say primal and other urges are seen during this so it's advised to know them. Behavior will changed along with needs and urges for that bonded other/mate.

Increased strength in Power, demonic power. (This will increase their strength but they will be more dangerous depending. Might end up giving into blood urges but can be calmed down or stopped by blood giver or side medicine (demon blood tablets)

~DI5 demons (Third stage)

Within 24 hours or more, the demon is fully now heavily infected where the increase for blood is tripled. It's said when this happens they have the need to either claim their blood giver for themselves, becomes more aggressive around other infected. Is more protective of that one and it's allies. Although most are now in this state others that were not so lucky turned or adapted to the infection.

Their own demon blood has either adapted to the infection and became one with that demon. For now, the few that has turned or is still sane are safe. While others who lost their will to the madness has become mindless and hungry for blood and others to infect.

It's also been said, humans now can become infected after the increased adaption of the new strain found within the DI5 infection. On about 78% that's human will either turn while the rest of of the percentage shows the human dying due to the strain.

Update information: Right now, their is a cure being worked on but no results have shown just yet. This remains unknown.......

However, this Virus has spread outside of NYC territory to outside of NYC Report says it's been seen in Philly(Philadelphia), New Jersey, and Yokohoma, japan, and other cases have been seen popping up.

~~Different types of infected Recorded~~

Regular DI5 infected: The first few that was released into NYC to spread the virus to any other demon. This has spread within 24 hours and now is over run in the city. The main ones were killed but the infection has already spread by them.

Population of infected demons: 100% of NYC

Di-H (Infectious predator): Infected hunter demons that is seen either running on two feet or all fours. Behaves like a wild animal ready to strike to infect or kill whoever is not infected. Their appearance has changed from looking more ghoulish like beasts. While some remain human like walking around their mind still thinks like a wild animal.

Population of infected: 98% within NYC

DI5 adapted: Infected humans that's roaming the streets within packs or by a few people of 3-5. They tend to hunt around looking for food or other humans to either turn or kill. Theirs not a lot of them in NYC since most are either in hiding or in safe houses all over.

They tend to make hidden dark underground burrows where most of the infected brings prey and uninfected people or demons to feed off of later. These burrows are under NYC but you can avoid it by seeing the hidden caps that hide the deep dark cave in holes.

Population of adapted infected: 34% within NYC and increasing rapidly

Population of healthy humans: 29% within NYC but decreasing slowly and steady

Population of Healthy demons and other creatures: 48% within NYC but decreasing rapidly

DI5 Lurker demons: These ones are not seen in packs but is well known for ganging up on lonely travelers that tends to try attacking prey when near. Most have already claimed a few so far or has infected others that come in their territories. Most are seen in subways, hidden tunnels, dark alleyways, or other places that's dark. It's strongly advised to travel in groups.

Population of DI5 lurker demons: 84% hidden within NYC

Sky jackers: demons that only has the ability to fly to have a 57% chance of their infection having a evolution strain change. This is a infected that's able to fly through the skies of dark NYC to look for prey and unfortunate people to snatch up. They don't fly in packs as much but theirs been sightings of some that do.

Population of Sky Jackers: 27% in the skies or hidden within NYC

Mutated DI5: Theirs not a lot of these types but some are rare to find. Their bodies go through different changes that helps with their power or gift. It's strongly advised to keep away from these types.

Population of Mutated: 10% within or hidden in NYC/most was killed

DI5-B/Were type: Demons or other creatures having animal traits of some kind while infected. They go through very different changes that makes them look even more demonic or ghoulish. Theirs a decent number of these types of infected but tends to hunt in packs.

Population of DI5-B/Were types: 74% within NYC

DI5 **** ***** [Redacted information]

((Data has been corrupted/update is required on this following infected. If you seen a large object within the shadows and a ghoul like hissing noise, run to other direction. Do not engage if seen))

Population of DI5 **** *****: Unknown but guessed of just only 10 roaming within NYC, 6 in Philly, and 9 in Yokohoma japan.

??? Hunters: Theirs not much information about these people wearing army body armor like clothing, dark helmets that has a covering face shield to cover their faces but they follow the orders of the two that started this. Dr. Doctor Hashmar and Scientist Dr. Mart K and Scientist Tabatha Jones. They are hidden but gives orders to find more test subjects to test out this new infection.

Population of these hunters: Unknown but has been seen through out NYC and Outside of NYC

((This is the info that's known due to documents and research through out and outside of NYC. If more new information is noted; this log will be updated.))

~~End of Log~~

[binndnguyen]

HOW TO GET BRIGHTER SKIN WITH L'OREAL WHITE PERFECT CLINICAL

After holiday, my skin has been pretty dull and uneven because of pollution and exposure of sunlight. I saw that the radiant glow that I used to have has vanished in a moment. At this moment, I think this is the best moment to try the newest range of skincare from L'Oreal Paris, which is L'Oreal White Perfect Clinical that promises brightening skin in 3 actions. It promises to give result after 7 days even though I have been using it for 10 days, so what's my verdict with the product?

PRODUCTS

L'Oreal White Perfect Clinical comes in 3 products only. Day Cream, Night Cream, and Essence. It's practically very simple and the routine must be easy to maintain for everyday use! The products come in beautiful silver-blue acrylic bottle

So what does this skincare claim?

✓ Banish black smudges 

✓ Helps enlighten skin 

✓ Maintain skin youthfulness

I don't really have black smudge but my skin has lost it's radiant glow maybe because of my unhealthy food life during holiday (we are all guilty for it lol), pollution, and sun exposure. And soon I will reach my quarter life hence my youth will be gone sooner than expected!!! Therefore I am in need of something to keep the youthfulness. Some of my friends have started using anti aging too to combat against the aging process haha

So let's take a look of what the products offer

White Perfect Clinical Derm White Essence Skin contains Derm White Technology, which is a combination of 3 active skin lightening ingredients. It comes in an ampoule type of packaging and for me one ampoule is enough for my all over face 

When I first used it, the serum does the magic as my skin feels instantly moisturized as if I just inject a serum booster into my skin. It's absorbed pretty fast and not sticky! The essence can be used both day and night and priced at Rp 214.000

White Perfect Clinical Day Cream SPF 19 PA++ has Pro-Vanish 3, a brightening active ingredient that reduces skin melanin production and SPF 19 PA +++ to protect skin from UVA / UVB rays. The packaging comes in silver metallic shade and has nice contrast with the pink cream inside when it's opened

The day cream comes in pink tint to gives glowy effect after usage as well as the sunblock protection along with it. Like any other sunblock, the cream has pretty thick texture and a little bit difficult to blend because of its SPF. However once it's blended properly, it will give you a nice sheen of dewy finish. It helps to prepare my skin before putting on some make up afterwards! The Day cream is priced at Rp 161.000

White Perfect Clinical Overnight Treatment Night is a night cream to help regenerate skin. The night cream has cooling sensation effect that feels refreshing.  Unlike the day cream, the overnight treatment comes in deep blue shade so it's easier to differentiate which jar is for which routine

I applied it the overnight treatment right away after I took my night shower, along with the essence. The cream has gel-like texture and reminds me of an overnight sleeping mask because of it.  The texture is a little bit heavier and richer than what I expected so a little bit goes along way. The Overnight treatment is priced at Rp 192.000 

RESULT

Here's my before and after picture using the series in 1 week! The hair and body are all the same, but I the before and after face on top of the body so you can spot the difference clearer! On the after picture I only put a light eyebrow powder and a pink lip tint, no BB Cream, no powder and no other make up! Honestly I was a little bit skeptical with the product because I was only using it for around a week or so, but I kept the camera setting and lighting the same, and when I put the pictures side by side like this, I was in awe! My overall skin tone has become much more even and my dull skin has turned into a healthy shade instead! I am surprised that it really helps improving my skin tone, giving it a brighter radiant tone with just a week!  Overall I am giving it two thumbs for successfully bringing back my glow to life However my skin is really dry and this series is still not moisturizing enough on my opinion. So I suggest people with dehydrated skin to combine the products with another lotion and sleeping mask to help moisturized your skin even more instead of using it just as it is

PURCHASE

So where can we purchase L'Oreal White Perfect Clinical products? You can easily find them at any L'Oreal Paris at Department Stores, Drug Stores, and Cosmetic Stores. If you want to shop online at E-Commerces, Blibli and Lazada are two of many websites that offer the products! The price is a little bit pricey for a drugstore product, however since the products work well to brighten up skin, I would consider it a try! 

[choking-on-tae]

ATEEZ Reaction to: You loving to hear them moan

A/N: This was not requested but I just got this idea. Mainly because I think it's hot when guys moan. Might have gone more out with this than I have in a while.. oops... Anyways... hope you guys enjoy! As usual gifs aren't mine and credits to the rightful owners! x

Seonghwa

Seonghwa was a little surprised when he heard you say that, but it didn't come out of the blue either. He noticed that you always clawed at his back whenever he let some of his own moans out, just like you're doing now. He smirks softly as he slows down his pace, almost coming to a halt as he looks you in the eyes.

"I already thought you liked them, but I'm glad you told me." He says, brushing your hair out of your face as he leans down to kiss you.

You tangle your fingers in his hair as you pull him impossibly closer, making Seonghwa smile against your lips. When you tug a little harder on the strands he can't stop himself from letting out a groan. Feeling you clench around him in response.

"Fuck you really love it when I do that, huh?"

You quickly nod your head before going back to kissing him. Seonghwa responds eagerly as he continues moving his hips, slowly picking up pace again until you pull away from his lips, throwing your head back against the pillow as your nails scratch down his back.

Seonghwa lets out a low grunt as he continues slamming his hips against yours, bringing you closer to your highs.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong wasn't quiet during sex, but he was definitely holding back his moans. Because he wanted to hear you since it really turns him on, little did he know that it was the same for you.

"Please don't hold back your moans, Joong." He looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowed as he takes in your words.

"But I want to hear you." He says, lacing his fingers with yours as he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of it.

"I want to hear you too." You whisper softly, afraid of his reaction. It's then that it clicks in Hongjoong's head. A smug smirk spreads across his face as he raises his eyebrows playfully.

"Ah really? You like to hear me, hm?"

You nod your head as you try to look anywhere but his eyes. Hongjoong is having none of it and tilts your face so you're looking directly at him.

"Eyes on me baby. Let me show you how good you make me feel."

He crashes his lips against yours as he continues thrusting inside of you, making both of you moan in the kiss.

Yunho

Yunho is a sweetheart but can also be a teasing little shit when he wants to be. Yunho was never quiet during sex, always letting out low grunts that sound incredibly hot, but he still tried to hold back his own moans so he'd be able to hear you. When he discovers that you actually get off on hearing him moan he starts to use it against you.

Yunho stops holding back his moans when you have sex, letting his head fall back against the pillows as a low grunt escapes his lips. He instantly feels you clench around him and a proud smirk spreads across his face.

"You really like hearing me baby, don't you?"

You rest your hands on his chest as you lean in closer, so your noses are almost touching. You nod softly as you feel Yunho's hands on your hips, holding you down as he thrust up into you.

You throw your head back as a loud moan escapes your lips, Yunho does the same as he continues snapping his hips against yours.

Deep grunts escaping every time he does so, feeling you clench around him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Fuck Yunho you sound so hot."

A teasing smirk spreads across his face as he brings you down enough to kiss you, holding you close as he brings you over the edge.

Yeosang

You always loved hearing Yeosang's deep voice, but in certain situations it had a different effect on you. Yeosang took notice of this and one night when the two of you were having sex and he let out a loud moan, he instantly felt you clench around him. He stopped moving as he let out a low chuckle, looking at you with a smug expression on his face.

"Why did you stop?"

Yeosang rests both hands on either side of your head, effectively caging you in as he leans down, stopping just above your face. That same smug expression still plastered on his face.

"I didn't know you liked to hear me moan, baby."

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words as you try to look everywhere but his eyes. Which is easier said than done when he's literally above you. Yeosang grins at your shyness and leans down to press a kiss against your lips.

"It's okay sweetheart. I really like hearing you moan too."

He pulls back just enough to snap his hips against yours, making you dig your nails into his shoulders. Yeosang lets out a loud moan as he looks you in the eyes. His intense stare only bringing you closer to your high.

San

Listen. We all know San can't keep quiet, but he'd still try sometimes. He gets off on hearing you moan so therefor he tries to hold back his own sounds. When you notice him doing just that you pull his hair to get him out from the crook of your neck, your action causing San to let out a involuntarily loud moan. His cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as he looks up at you, feeling your wall clenching around him as he connects the dots.

His flustered expression makes place for a smug one as he smirks at you. "That's why you don't want me to hold back my moans. Does my baby get turned on by hearing me?"

Your eyes widen at his words as it's now your turn to be flustered. San chuckles at your expression as he hovers above you. That same smug smirk still evident on his face.

"Don't be embarrassed Y/N. Now I know how to make this feel even better."

You raise your eyebrow at his words until you feel him slamming his hips into yours at a fast pace, loud grunts escaping his lips as he places one hand next to your head, the other holding your hip tightly as his eyes bore into yours. The eye contact only making you get to your high faster.

Mingi

Mingi wouldn't be very good at being quiet in the first place, which was something you liked. You just never realized how much he was holding back his own sounds of pleasure whenever you two had sex. Because when you blow him he's a lot more vocal than he is during sex, which confuses you. So when you're having sex and notice him biting down on his bottom lip to prevent him from moaning, you stop him.

Mingi looks at you with confusion written all over his face as he stops thrusting into you. "Why did you do that?"

You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him closer to you, brushing his hair out of his face as you lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips. "Because I want to hear you too."

"Really?"

You nod softly as you smile when you see him doing the same. "Okay, I just hope the neighbors won't complain tomorrow."

You want to laugh at his words but don't even have the chance to do that since he snaps his hips against yours, letting out a deep grunt as he closes his eyes in pleasure.

Wooyoung

listen, we know Wooyoung is loud and a tease. So expect that from him when he finds out just how much you like to hear him. He stops what he's doing and pulls back enough to be able to look at you, wiggling his eyebrows as he's smirking at you.

"Ah really? It turns you on, hm?"

You want to slap that smug smirk off of his face but instead just roll your eyes at your boyfriend. Wooyoung chuckles at your expression as he leans down enough to whisper in your ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Well, maybe I should be even louder then, hm? Let the whole apartment complex know how well we fuck."

"Wooyoung!"

He laughs as he sees your flustered expression, quickly hiding your face behind your hands as you feel your cheeks heat up. Wooyoung chuckles as he pries your hands away from your face, looking at you with that same smug smirk.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about baby."

"Can we stop talking about this and please continue?" You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

Wooyoung eagerly returns the kiss as his hips start moving again, soon slamming against your own at a fast pace. Loud moans escaping your lips as Wooyoung grunts lowly, bringing you closer to the edge.

Jongho

Jongho would be so flustered when he first found out you like hearing him moan when you have sex. He always loved to hear how good he's making you feel and it didn't even cross his mind that it might be the same for you. So one day when the two of you are having sex he decides to stop holding back his moans. What he didn't expect however was for you to react the way you do.

As soon as he lets out a moan he feels you clench around him, his eyes growing wide momentarily as he realizes just how big the effect is on you. He lets out a soft chuckle as he feels his confidence rising.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me just how much you like to hear me? If I had known this sooner I would have stopped holding back my moans a long time ago."

You don't even have the chance to response because Jongho continues thrusting into you at a fast pace, making you throw your head back against the pillow as you dig your nails into your boyfriend's shoulders. Jongho groans in response as he feels you clenching around him.

"Fuck baby I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that."

[minthe-lover]

Chapter 214 analysis

Like most chapters I have very conflicted on this chapter... i like some of the ideas brought up are dealt with a bit iffy. Nothing is completely terrible and most of it is just very middling.

Now the first thing is probably just something that bothers me and no one else.. so it's really not a big deal but am I the only one that gets annoyed with the panels with the persons mouth wide open. I understand it's supposed to make it look like their talking, but who opens their mouth that wide when speaking?

Next it's a problem not just with this chapter, which is there is repeating frames with little change. Most of the time the repeat frames barely do anything, it sucks cause their is a time this happen in this chapter that is done well. Having a single frame with just thetis does do well to both transition to the other scene and represent minthe leaving thetis life.... tho really... rip to the detailed background... are those supposed to be trees? or just very tall asparagus?

This chapter also have moment where the two frames with same art doesn't work. These scenes aren't emphasizing anything.. nor are they something that couldn't be done with a single frame. We two frames to have hades look worried? It isn't anything that isn't made clear in the upcoming scenes and it really doesn't signal anything to us as the reader that we don't get from anything else. That and sleeping persephone, which is to set up the scene in the bedroom.. but again.. it's nothing that couldn't have been done with the single panel. That along with the large white gapes between panels means that alot of the time there is a sense of time changing between them even if they are just a few seconds apart so having just a small change makes alot of the chapters feel less like a natural progression and more of a slog through.

also side note... the whole scene with hades preparing the breakfast is so sad.. but in a funny way. Like why is the breakfast just a donut.. what the hell did he put in the water (like seriously I feel like I'm missing something and am just an idiot). Along with the fact that hades house is loosing shades of blue each day and slowing becoming the same thing, soon it's just gonna be a single blue colour.

Now to the main points of the chapter, starting with the thetis and minthes conversation... which is ehhhhh. I think it's a good scene but it just... feels lacking for what it's supposed to be. Minthe is a character that was in the story since the beginning and her toxic friendship with thetis was set up so early on.. and the ending is just a calm conversation. It's a similar problem to the kronos fight.. were it just went to easily to be very dramatic and compelling.

Again, why isnt there no dramatics to it. Have Minthe actually consider it for a moment, or maybe agree to her offer to party reflexively before pausing when they are about to leave. It's a problem with alot of the people character arches.. this is supposed to be the big exciting ending of minthe character arch.. and there is nothing to it... There is very little emotions.. have thetis get actually honestly angry, have minthe stand up for herself.. or even a few panels of her being a bit shaken after the conversation.

Just something, anything. to add some honest strong emotions to it, like irl yes this would be the best outcome... but stories are supposed to be dramatized. Minthe looks more bored at this then actually effected, and Thetis looks just mildly annoyed then actually angry.

Though on a more positive note, I love the class for minthe. I think it fits her alot better then any teaching childrens class can go. It takes the minthe teaching other route to something that feels like it actually fits minthes character. It's great choice and I like it for minthe.

Though I think that this desperately shows how much persephone needs a few scenes like this... we are being told she's doing great things, is helping so many people, and is working constantly... but we aren't shown it. Just a few small scenes like this would go along way to actually show it.

Plus, I feel like the chaotic line of flashbacks and current events really are worsening the story. We entered this group of flash backs by seeing Demeter return from earth.. and minthe flashbacks don't start cause of anything to actually do with Demeter? she doesn't go to talk to her... or anything.. and it's just would have done alot better if the flashbacks weren't flashbacks and everything just happened in order.

i will admit that this chapter is the first in awhile that honestly made me feel a bit sad. the.. sort of flashback in the middle of the episode.. which again would be better if just done in order. That shot of Demeter being just full fucking devastated, it's truly heart breaking.

That and this line from persephone is something that just.. feels off. Cause I can see that what rs wants Demeter to be "greiving for the life lost", but like... rs hasn't done the best idea showing that. Most of the time it seems that Demeter is just fucking terrified her daughter is gonna be stuck in an abusive relationship. During the original argument most of her point were about how she think hades is gonna hurt her daughter. Like it really should have been made clear that Demeter had a worry like persephone says.

Another thing that really sucks is how basically no one gives Demeter any support. We see hecate what has been told to be a close friend to demeter having visted her... not give much thought to when told that she's upset. It's basically just "oh damn that's bad for you hades... well anyway lets move on!" The scenes goes from hey demeter is currently really upset... but we gotta make sure is everything is ready for Persephone. There is little to no actual worry for Demeter or her feelings.. it always circles back to how either hades or persephone is feeling.

Lastly I think that lore olympus best plots are the character focused ones, kronos was probably the lowest point in the story cause there was no building up. The best points were the ones around Persephone dealing with the stress of her life with some fantasy elements tied into them. I do think continuing to explore the kronos part is... alright but i have very little trust that it'll be done well.

Also like... this is the worst cliff hanger yet. "we need to go talk to my father" proceeds to not talk to his father for at least three episodes... like come one man.. could have at least looked had a scene were they talk to kronos and he doesn't say anything.

[fanfictionatic]

Ritual

Part 10 of NanoWrimo hell

Pairing: demon!Johnny x reader

Description: You don’t mind helping your friends out with their party

Warnings: gore, death, slight v*re, oral sex, unedited work

You didn’t really believe in demons. They were fairytales as far as you were concerned. But that being said, you weren’t going to pass up going to this party and getting in on the extremely drunk demon summoning. It would be a fun time even if you were somewhat of a skeptic.

You even volunteered to be the ‘sacrifice’, not really caring too much about it as it would probably just be part of your friends messing with you. They even brought a trick knife and fake blood for you to symbolize what they wanted from the ceremony. The only part of this that wasn’t completely theatrical was the book and the symbols.

You laugh as you lay down on your back in the middle of the circle that was drawn out of blue sidewalk chalk on the pavement. Your friends were lighting candles while wearing robes from a cheap costume store, chanting some very strange words from the book and dancing around.

When the last word is finally spoken, you close your eyes and feel the fake knife poke at your chest harmlessly, playing your part and tearing open one of the blood packets to spill it everywhere.

Then, the entire circle around you starts to glow the same shade of coral blue it was drawn in. Wow, your friends really went to a lot of effort for this! Even they have shocked looks on their faces at how this is turning out!

Some of them even fake a panic, starting to run away from the scene as quickly as they can. You wonder briefly if you should join them, but you know your part is still playing the ‘sacrefice’ and you had to keep to it so you didn’t ruin the fun. Instead of running you pretend to die dramatically, even closing your eyes.

You feel someone flop down next to you. Maybe someone else was pretending to die dramatically too to make it scarier?

They scoot a little bit too close for your liking, but you try to stay still until you absolutely can’t hear anyway anymore. And it’s only then when you open your eyes and finally see the person next to you.

He had long blond hair poking out of a hat along with horns, wings, and a cute heart shaped tail. You laugh a little bit. The costume looked so real even if they had gotten one of the least intimidating people possible to play the ‘demon’.

You shake him lightly making him shift a little bit and giving you a glimpse of his razor sharp claws. He opens his eyes and they focus in on you. You aren’t sure what effects he’s using to make his eyes glow like that, but it looks really cool.

“I love your costume, but everyone’s gone now and we should probably follow them to wherever they went.”

He pauses for a moment but then nods, slowly moving to get back into a wheelchair he had probably pulled up the the circle. You stand up and give you arm a confused look. You swore you didn’t remember anyone drawing a star on your arm when your eyes were closed.

“Did you see where they went?”

“I know where they were planning to head after this. That’s probably where we can find them, come on.”

You start leading the strange man back to the party. It was weird that he hadn’t gotten the memo about the after party with the ritual, but it was fine now.

“So what’s your name?”

“Johnny.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m glad there’s someone else that wanted to do an over the top part of this like me. You make a pretty good demon and I make a pretty good sacrifice.”

He smirks and chuckles, nodding at your statement and staring at the star on your body.

“We do. More than you know.”

“I don’t get what this ritual was supposed to originally summon. Was this supposed to be some grand ritual for a powerful wish granting demon or whatever?”

“It was supposed to summon an imp familiar that would take the sacrifice’s soul as payment for serving them.”

You laugh and hold up your arm and waving the symbol around “I command you to get me a drink at the party when we get there!”

You see him roll his icy blue eyes that seem to glow more brightly than they did a moment ago. His costume really was pretty well done.

“Are we almost there? I’m starving.”

“Yeah. It should be right in that building. Feel free to grab some food when you get in.”

You see him smirk at you before he opens the door to the building.

“Is that an order?”

“You bet it is! Make sure you get enough to eat at this party.”

You walk in and go to use the bathroom and clean the fake blood off of you along with the dirt. As much as you had gotten into the whole ritual thing, you also weren’t really that willing to spend the rest of the party feeling gross and sticky.

You’re in there for a while with the water running, but you do manage to eventually get yourself cleaned off enough to go find Johnny and have a good time. Weirdly enough, everything seems quiet before you open the door. But when you open it and walk down the hallway, you suddenly know why.

There is blood and buts of organs covering the walls. Bodies of people you vaguely know are piled up on the ground with holes through their chests. You feel sick to your stomach at your the stench of iron in the room alone.

And in the middle of all of it is none other than Johnny himself, using those claws you saw before to rip into the chest cavity of the very person who had invited you here. You watch as he greedily pulls out a still beating heart and scampers off of the body, crawling over to you and grinning as he starts to bite into the organ and devour it.

You don’t really know how to react at this point. This whole time you had assumed that this was all part of the stupid ritual and they had just gotten really elaborate. But now it was obvious that the ritual had worked too well. It had been too real. An actual demon was never supposed to show up and make a deal with you.

“Whats the matter y/n? I thought you wanted me to make sure I got enough to eat.”

You start backing away towards the door as the creature stalks closer.

“T-this wasn’t what I wanted! They’re all dead! This-this ritual was a mistake! None of us actually thought we would summon you!”

He seems to move towards the door with almost blinding speed on the ground, practically purring as he clicks the lock shut and presses himself up against you.

“It doesn’t matter. Any deal made with the ritual is a valid one as long as the payment is given. You’ve already given me my first orders and now you owe me.”

“If…if the ritual actually did work…I order you to find another source of food!”

He nuzzled against your neck, his tail starting to tug at your waist and while he slipped his hands under your shirt.

“Fine. But there are only two other sources and one of them would require you to have the ability to harvest souls.”

You don’t like the sound of that, but you have to ask anyway.

“What’s the…other way I can feed you?”

He grazes his teeth over the skin, humming and pressing closer to you.

“You can give me some of your energy. Anything sexual should release it.”

“Wait, why should I feed you? You killed everyone here! You’re a monster!”

His hands are running themselves over your chest now. Almost as if he knows you will eventually say yes.

“I am, but the deal is still active. I can give you anything you want Y/N. Even if I’ve been demoted to being an imp, I still have more power than any human. I can get you money, fame, and other things you value.”

You’re about to reject his offer but you stop to think about it. On one hand he had killed your friends and tricked you, but on the other hand if what you were saying was true, you had already sold your soul to him regardless which he could take at any time.

And he was offering you enough power and money to live a happy life. To support your remaining friends who hadn’t gone to the party. Maybe even to help your other loved ones. With the leftover money you could also save it up for yourself.

And if you are being honest, Johnny isn’t bad looking. You were going to come find him and hang out with him anyway before you found out he was an actual demon. So there was a good chance the night would have ended up with the two of you in bed together regardless.

“Ok fine. But if you ever kill anyone again I’ll leave you to starve, my soul be damned. And you better be a good boy for me and make me cum.”

With this you start working off your shirt, giving Johnny’s roaming hands more caress to where they were going.

“You’re the one I made a pact with. I have to listen to you.” He shrugs and pulls your underwear and your pants down at the same time, leaving you exposed. You grind down on one of his legs, feeling yourself already getting aroused. Of course, you were close to it before.

Johnny starts trailing kisses down your neck, using his fingers to start playing with your parts. He clearly has to be careful because of the claws, but he’s ok at it.

He starts to go lower with the kissing and you can feel your face getting flushed, shuddering if the feeling you get when he does that to your sensitive skin.

Finally he gets low enough that he is beyond the parts his hands weren’t pleasuring you with. You could feel the movements of his tongue on you and you felt like your eyes were going to roll back into your head at his good it felt.

Something about the texture of his tongue felt like it was sending little shocks right to the deepest part of your core. In a sense though, maybe demons like him had evolved these kinds of things for better energy extraction when they fed.

“J-Johnny-…Ah!!!!”

You couldn’t control the excited sounds you were making. You had never felt anything like this before, not even with the best toys or fucks you could get your hands on. For a creature from hell, his tongue was really sending you to heaven right now.

You don’t know how long it takes you like that before you cum, but you know that you do when the feeling hits it high. You practically scream at the force of it, clamping your legs around the small demon.

You’re left a panting mess as Johnny eagerly laps up the fluids from you. Maybe that was what had the energy in it. Who really knew how demons worked?

“I…I can keep feed you regularly if it’s going to be like that every time.” You find yourself laughing. Because this has been one long day you never expected to have and there was so much that had happened.

“Good. Because I’m still hungry enough for more.”