#nostalgic flavor; [ 1 ]

[cxffexngel]

[ @aaetherius ] A small starter just because.

It isn't exactly an easy thing. To re-tell long lost tales and woes of the dephs of his memory that Sandalphon simply cannot rid of even in those days where he tries pushing those memories down with the strongest hand he can. No. It still somehow comes back one way or another.

And yet, even as millennia have passed both so slow and also in the blink of an eye; after going through hell and back, catastrophe after catastrophe and still somehow coming back with his body more battered than the last, he still continues to live. Amidst grief and pain and sadness and much deeper feelings he can now mame but still can feel like deeply sunk thorns that are there to stay forever, he still lives on, and for once in his life he has a way to deal with it. For better or worse. He doesn’t know, but such uncertainty doesn’t scare him anymore as it used to. Not when surrounded by many bonds, some that forced their way through flames and thick ice that covered his withered heart that only now has let itself try and accept this new warmth that the current supreme primarch has been given the chance to taste.

Honestly, he still has days where seeing Lucifer feels like a sick joke from the depths of his mind, a long dream of things he doesn't deserve dangling infront him and believing every single of said miracles while also waiting for the knife to rip him apart from this paradise in the most painful way anytime. Yet it still never happens, and its been years, or more - Sometimes telling time apart even when living within the intricate thing that makes up for the fresh, old wood of the Grancypher’s walls is both easy and also difficult. Easy when needing to tend the cafe or clean and stock supplies, help in some missions Gran asks him for or he is the one to voluntarily step in. Even then, there's still times he loses track of time - holidays pass, enjoying them with Lucifer or the crew before crashing back in his shared room with the other and almost hibernating like those creatures from islands that exist in thick winters and spend many moons in slumber. It’s only because Lucifer and the others that he hasn’t been locked in his room unlike in the past when he had first arrived.

Not that he minds. It’s been a rather hard, but pleasant existence that he is determined to keep. Still too good to be true in his tattered heart but stubborn enough to fight for it, should it come down to even claw his way out the deepest pits of pandemonium once more. ( But at this point this being impossible with it’s existence having been destroyed a while ago. )

“ I…. I think I can tell you. “ His voice is solemn, a bit detatched even. But theres a small, timid and tired smile that Sandalphon still manages to manifest as he sits by the now much more comfortable bed that the angel shares with the other. A much needed upgrade ever since sharing rooms and having to make up for the rather hilarious mess of limbs sometimes it means to have multiple wings fitting and tangling between one another into a mass of feathers. Devoid of his armor and even heels, only comfortable pajama pants with fluffy fabric that the other had got for the other, and his signature skin tight black suit with exposed arms and shoulders. A bit relaxed despise how his voice lets out things he had never spoken nor even let himself try and actually think about for so, so very ling. “ About the scars. The ones on my back specifically. “

A part of him still doesn't want to. Not because he doesn't want lucifer to know. Oh he wants him to know entirely because the other had once, and just once said how he wanted to share the burden, to know and truly see the truth as what it was and have Sandalphon's side of what happened in the past, after many of their meetings slowly becoming strained on Sandalphon’s side along Lucifer’s less frequent visits because it was foolish to pretend that nothing happened. Or that at least the air had shifted in some way - that the light in Sandalphon eyes at some point had faded almost completely if not for the fact Lucifer would grace his existence finally after long, gruesome time he really wishes he could forget how long they took. No - a part of him still hesitates because he can feel the other will hurt. Feel maybe powerless when it’s obvious the former primarch obviously didn’t have any power in what was done in the labs. No one really had but the astrals and researchers themselves honestly. But still. Especially because he knows, those heavy ‘what if I had done this’ are hard to ignore as he’s also weighted by many of those, but at the end, Lucifer deserves to know, however it takes him to unravel this tight knot that firmly presses at his core like a parasite that wont be gone even if miraculously someone finds the cure to millennia long of inhumane experiences that not even primal beasts with the curse and blessing of sentience should have ever been subjected to. “ I hope it’s… Not too sudden, honestly. It can wait. “ It was his way to let Lucifer have a choice as well. His gaze is on his hands that rest on his lap, kneading lightly in the fluffy fabric of the pants he dons while fair, wild locks of brown lick at his temple and nose as Sandalphon doesn’t meet Lucifer’s eyes, his back exposed through the window of his suit where it’d let otherwise twelve brilliant wings sprout any other day, or simply his own two aurburn ones in more casual days.

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many experiences today!

[cxffexngel]

words about what happened in the clan the Erune young man comes from is vague. Sandalphon hasn't made much research or asked; from simply not digging in the information at all and not to disturb the only two that remain from such a violent past. Especially the progenitor of what had befallen the guillotine of carnage and death's scythe upon all of what it was.

'' Perhaps. '' The words fall mutely at the downcast gaze that held millenia old stories and weariness. '' We all are fools but, in the end, as far as I've learned, is what makes us what we are, that we are alive. '' The entire crew is nothing but a bunch of fools. Fools that love too much, that trust even their enemies as soon as they're brought down to an understanding; the captaim themselves was the biggest, strongest fools out everyone. This, has been something Sandalphon learned ever since joining the crew, forced to interact after holing himself in his room for months after everything that happened in what feels like it's nothing more than few weeks ago and instead has been, in reality, now years. Eyes follow the other's movements a bit, looking at the torn mask that the other donned a lot along that the one that covered half the erune's face. Six was an enigma, one that the archangel was, perhaps, a bit curious about – but never had a chance of meeting beyond his times with the other one whenever assisting with mundane things himself. From delivering medicine and food, bringing the kids some donations from the grancypher of supplies they needed...

'' I was who caused the death of the one I loved and admired the most, and yet never once I was blamed for it. Is it bad to wish that maybe I could be blamed for it? as stupid at it may sound? '' but he'd not expect an answer for that one. There's a gentle, bitter chuckle that airs out his lips as a rough hand supports his head while on the counter by the other. Index finger fidgeting with a curl that catches on the digit.

'' He's back, and my mission now remains to just... live. And yet it's not an easy mission as some make it out look to be, I feel like you understand this. So... Sometimes is easier just to remain awake, do something to clear my mind and being here.''

‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍there's a short silence that follows, as was how Seox worked. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍internalizing information, feeling it ; ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍a creature ruled by emotion, whose understanding came from what feelings each piece invoked within.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍these ones, he finds, were not new. they were old, but still raw — would possibly always be raw, ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍granted the tenacity of the bloody hands belonging to the ghosts brought to be by his own actions gripping at his neck. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he is not a monster, the captain insisted, but he knows his slaughtered clanmates would not agree.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍and who knew of Nehan's stance on the matter.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍last they spoke, it had ended amicably... ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍in comparison to all times before.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍perhaps there was hope there, but Seox knew never to hold his breath. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍there are still parts of Nehan that he couldn't understand. parts that he wanted to, ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍but would only be allowed when Nehan was ready to let him. if ever.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍nevertheless... Sandalphon's words were ones that perhaps he himself would ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍have said based on those two facts alone, had he have taken the opportunity presented to speak first.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍so was to say...

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` ... Sounds like me. ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍and because it sounds so much like him, he decides to even the playing grounds a bit. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍his mask is set down onto the table — the full one, anyways. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍Seofon had taken the incentive to have it remade when he'd come back from Karm, ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍but he always kept the one that Nehan had broke.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it was a reminder. proof of what he had done. proof that he must face it. both his past, and his present. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍proof that he now slips over the right side of his face. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` ... But I've never heard of a case where strength or ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍position dictates whether or not you're allowed to be ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍haunted by the past. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍Or whether or not you're allowed to be afraid of making ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍a mistake.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍... I've been afraid for most of my life. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍Of myself. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍Of the possibility that I could repeat my own folly ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍once again, someday.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍Put that beside the fact that Eternals are meant to be ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍the strongest mortals in the skies...

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍Then, what does that make me? A fool? `` ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

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100 AgeRe Questions

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1🐝 What Age(s) Do You Regress To ~

2🍯 Do You Pet Regress As Well / What Animal ~

3🥮 How Long Have You Been Regressing ~

4🐌 Is Your Regression Voluntary, Involuntary, Or A Mixture ~

5🐻 What's Your Personality Like When Regressed ~

6🐴 How Often Do You Regress ~

7☕ What Helps You Get Into Headspace ~

8📜 Are You A Baby, Toddler, Or Big Kid Regressor ~

9🦇 Do Your Likes Change When Regressed ~

10⏳ Do You Have A Baby Voice In Headspace ~

11🍪 What Makes You Instantly Small ~

12🧋Why Do You Regress ~

13🌙 Pink Or Blue ~

14⭐ Dragons, Unicorns Or Fairies ~

15☁️ Dinos, Princesses, Space Or Safari Theme ~

16💫 Neon, Pastel, Neutral Or Dark Pallets ~

17🐮 Favorite Regression Clothes ~

18🌸 Favorite Color ~

19🐭 Do You Collect Stickers ~

20🧁 Coloring Book Or Paint By Numbers ~

21🍧 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~

22🦄 Finger Paint Or Brushes ~

23🧼 Crayons, Colored Pencils Or Markers ~

24☀️ Do You Have A CG / Name For CG ~

25🌻 Do You Have A Baby Sitter ~

26✨ Do You Have Any Sibbies ~

27🧺 Do Your Parents Know About Your Regression ~

28🧋 Favorite Nicknames / Pet Names ~

29🍕 Ideal Playdate ~

30🐱 Sleep In Crib Or With CG ~

31🍼 Favorite Snack ~

32🧸 Favorite Juice ~

33🍪 Favorite Icecream Flavor ~

34🩹 Favorite Type Of Milk ~

35🐶 Sweet, Sour, Spicy, Bitter Or Savory ~

36🍰 Favorite Dessert ~

37🍦 Favorite Type Of Chocolate ~

38⏳ Mac & Cheese Or Nuggets ~

39🎒 Favorite Movie ~

40🍬 Favorite Cartoon ~

41🚀 Favorite Game ~

42🎀 Favorite Disney Princess ~

43⚾ If You Could Have Any 1 Superpower What Would It Be ~

44🍄 Anime Or Cartoons ~

45🍓 Favorite Carebear ~

46✏️ Shows Or Movies ~

47🐛 Do You Believe In Fairies ~

48🐸 Do You Have A Comfort Character ~

49🌱 Do You Like Rain At Night ~

50🦕 Are You Easily Scared ~

51🧃 Are You Also A Carer ~

52🌵 Are You Independent Or Dependent ~

53🍃 What Pulls You Out Of Headspace ~

54🍏 Are You Scared Of Bugs ~

55🦝 Favorite Toy Series ~

56🚛 Do You Use Pacis ~

57🦴 Do You Use Diaps ~

58🦈 Gear Wishlist ~

59🍵 Favorite Regression Item ~

60🐾 Sippy Cup Or Bottle ~

61🦊 Oldest Stuffie ~

62🎃 Do You Sleep With A Stuffie ~

63🔥 How Many Stuffies Do You Have ~

64🍂 Newest Favorite Stuffie ~

65🏵️ Build A Bear, Amusement Park, Or Disney Store ~

66🥧 Stuffed Animals Or Dolls ~

67👽 Do You Have A Bedtime ~ 

68🍭 Do You Keep An AgeRe Journal ~

69⚡️ Do You Have Rules ~

70🍥 Blankie Or Paci ~

71🌈 Night Light Or Glow-In-The-Dark Stars ~

72🌿 Bedtime Stories Or Lullabies ~

73🎩 Favorite Thing To Do Outside While Small ~

74🐵 Favorite Thing To Do Inside While Small ~

75🦋 Blanket Fort Or Bouncy House ~

76🐯 Stroller Or Walk ~

77🔮 Dress Up Or Tea Party ~

78🦜 Do You Like The Playground ~

79💖 Early Bird Or Night Owl ~

80📝 Indoors Or Outdoors ~

81💕 Warm Or Cold Weather ~

82🦢 Dogs Or Cats ~

83☎️ Do You Have Any Pets ~

84💌 Favorite Animal ~

85🍒 Favorite Holiday ~

86🐇 Favorite Season ~

87❤️ What’s Your Big Age ~

88🌼 What’s A Nostalgic Place For You ~

89🐳 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~

90🐙 Do You Collect Anything ~

91🐠 Bubble Baths Or Bath Toys ~

92🍑 Are Your Agere Interests More Fem Or Masc ~

93☔️ Do You Stim More While Regressed ~

94🎨 Favorite Place To Regress ~

95🧵 Favorite Regression Youtuber ~

96🌈 Favorite Site/App For Regression Community ~

97💐 What Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up ~

98📒 What’s The Most Nostalgic Electronic For You ~

99📀 A Toy You Always Wanted But Never Got As A Kid ~

100🪐 What Is Your Favorite Thing To Learn About In Headspace ~

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[riza-jes]

Luffy’s Parental figure — ACE!

Who raised Luffy and co-parented him with Sabo.

He's the guy who actually did the teenage boom and baby Luffy. Who was really the only one to be an adult to his brother for seven years. Who raised this little bugger and was there for him through hard training and after hard illnesses as well.

Ace who's an explosive head in his own right, but still cool-headed in the most precise moments of danger.

Who knows how to make chicken soup and other kinds of soups from nutritious foods because Luffy couldn't chew and swallow like normal when he was sick.

Who in the field knows how to pick out what's edible, what's poison and what's medicine, because you learn that quickly in the jungle.

Who really with bare hands will be able to build a place for a night's lodging, to make food or water and to make a trap for safety or for fresh game.

He's a man who smiles at his little bro when he's in sight and who really shows a lot of affection and attitude through touch, because Luffy always needed physical affirmation of love and gosh that kid was very touchy-feely baby.

His life centered around his little brother, who needed to be raised, preserved, and made strong.

Teenage angst and mood swings had passed him by(so nothing unusual), because Ace was already an emotional wreck, but having Luffy around was actually a good catalyzer.

Also life amidst the trash and scum had taught him very well what to avoid, i.e. roughhousing, rapes, murders, overdose deaths, the horrors that slums can hold, especially the nooks and crannies where Ace and Sabo used to sneak around.

According to one particular scene that Luffy had somehow stumbled upon (and he had witnessed the brutality and the corpses privately, but he had never seen the bodies of dead children and girls before )

Luffy had hysteria so intense that he passed out.

After that accident Ace and Sabo decided only to walk in the more lighted and more open area if necessity would lead them to the slums.

In general, Ace isn't used to violence and direct threats, although in some cases Ace remains painfully innocent and naive, especially when it comes to himself. ( unless it involves Roger, the Pirate King )

Because of the fact that Thatch almost cut to pieces a lost in life and specifically in that bar amigo who ran into Portgas and began, in Thatch's opinion, to spread his hands.

And if Ace at first reacted friendly enough on approaching of the future corpse by thinking that maybe it was one of his brothers or inhabitants of the protected area, but when the man had crossed the line with a couple of words, he was carefully folded in unconsciousness by the bar wall.

Honestly, I just want more and more of Ace's side as the man who raised a hyperactive ball of joy. And specifically the aspect of home life, which most often of course manifested itself during meals.

For example, some dishes that for example made pirates complain due to scarcity or flavor (e.g. tomato soup/onion soup, any other specific fruit/vegetable) or the beverage (compote/juice/tea of unfamiliar pickings, etc.) of specific fruits or vegetables to be consumed based on shipboard life.

So imagine the surprise of the Marco when most of the pirates booed about the nastiness of the same grated drink with greens (or search for what foods should be consumed when living on the sea and when living in the jungle) and Ace was the most calm and even nostalgic.

Because he'd made a similar thing for his little brother himself.

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Part 2

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“Hey Ed’s? How many licks do you think it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop?”

“Mm don’t know babe” he mumbles trying to fix the strings on his guitar; he’s been irritated all day. Pent up

“Well.. I’m gonna try and figure it out“ you say, sitting back against the headboard, excited to find out the answer that’s been a mystery for decades

“Mk, g’luck” he replies not really interested

Unwrapping the grape flavored lollipop, tossing the wrapper in the floor eagerly, you set your mind to count every last lick

The taste is so sweet, it’s nostalgic, you haven’t had a sucker in years

1 lick, 2 lick, 3 lick

You lap your tounge all around it, getting every corner, each lick getting sour then sweet in your mouth

You’re louder than you think.

Eddie’s eternally cringing at the sounds, glancing over at you occasionally

25 licks, 26, 27…

You’re so focused on the flavor and the counting, you’re practicing sucking and blowing the damn thing like a cock

Eddie wants to tell you to tone it down but the more you lick, the more hazy and satisfied you feel.

It definitely shows on your face how dedicated to the task; and how concentrated you are

It’s making him horny. Squeezing his cock at the sounds, the way your mouths puckering on the purple candy, staining your lips.. your tongue

87 licks, 88, 89

You’ve been at this for so long, you don’t notice when Eddie sets his guitars down, sliding down his pants, along with his boxers, cock protruding straight up, twitching in anticipation to be touched, he watches you a few more minutes before fisting himself

“Mmm this is soo good, missed eating these as a kid” you practically moan out from the sugary treat, tapping it on your tongue

“Fuck” he whispers to himself, licking his palm in sync with you, getting his dick more slicker for himself to jerk faster and faster

123 licks, 136, 149…

Squeezing his balls with his free hand, precum slipping through his fingers.. he’s so much closer than he thought he’d be

“I’m still goin at it Eddie! Almost at 200 already, sure is getting smaller” you spit out, staring at the candy

“Y-yeah, that’s great baby keep goin, doing so good—“

Keep licking, keep licking, keep licking he says mentally, panting feeling his balls tighten, your drool rolling around the sides of it

“Hm, what was that? You ask looking back at him with puffy, purple wet lips

“Fuck fuck fuck ah shit—

He ejaculates everywhere, landing on the floor, the guitar, the candy wrapper

Your eyes widen at the scene unaware of how this even happened

“W-what the hell what that Eddie?”

“Shut up and keep licking. ”

[directdogman]

I HAVE A HANDFUL OF QUESTIONS ACTUALLY

One, do you listen to Lemon demon or Will Wood songs, and if you do, what are your favorites

Two! What do you think about all the ask blogs that are au's of DSAF

Three, what's your favorite flavor of waffle (very important)

Four, this isn't actually a question but seeing your work makes me feel nostalgic for the pre-pandemic world

That's all :3

I hope you're fine with having a moth glued to your window lurking at looking at your Blog lmao

hello, hello!

1)yes for both. for lemon demon, i really like touch tone telephone, cabinet man and eighth wonder. for will wood, there's a lot of his songs i like. Skeleton Appreciation Day, Willard and Self + Ish are favourites.

2)I don't really follow any ask blogs, but fan aus are cool.

3)probably potato waffles because they're so cheap to buy and pretty filling. I literally just ate two less an hour ago and I've been eating tons of em lately. you can cook em in the toaster and top them with 2 fried eggs, then rinse 'n' repeat and feed yourself for weeks with a comically small amount of money. they also store in the freezer meaning if you buy them in bulk, you probably won't ever have to throw em out. for that reason, they're my #1. they've always got my back

[cakeyouareoh]

Random Ask Game

I’ve been wanting to make an ask game for a while, so here I am taking a stab at it :). I apologize in advance for the parentheses.

1. signature emoji?

2. signature emoticon?

3. traveling by train or by plane?

4. have a scenario: you have to break someone out of prison, and you are allowed a squad of four people. they can be real or fictional. who are you picking?

5. best vegetable?

6. favorite go-to home cooked meal? (I’m surveying you all for new meal ideas lol)

7. if you were a character from an animated series, what would your signature piece of clothing/accessory be?

8. themes and/or character dynamics in media that you are a sucker for?

9. favorite ship? doesn’t have to be specific, could just be favorite kind of water/spacecraft.

10. name a song with impeccable vibes.

11. favorite movie sequel?

12. favorite book sequel?

13. word(s) you overuse the most? (in conversation, writing, etc.)

14. describe your current dream house.

15. tell me about a childhood memory you’ll never forget.

16. what is the first “big kid book” aka chapter book, that you remember reading after learning how to read?

17. bonfire or indoor fireplace?

18. name a smell that makes you nostalgic. (for a time, a house, a place, a person, etc.)

19. sparkling water. yes or no?

20. if you had to pick a country to live in outside of your own, which would it be?

21. tell me about your pet(s)! (if you have one of course. can also be a past pet, or family pet.)

22. favorite ice cream flavor?

23. say you are taking a trip to the zoo, which exhibit do you visit first?

24. favorite computer game? (specifically one you would have exclusively played on a pc, probably pre-2010.)

25. recommend an instrumental track. (any piece of music without lyrics, not specifically an instrumental version of a song.)

[cxffexngel]

[ Vira ] || @literanis :: "i wouldn't consider myself much of a coffee drinker..." there's always something that follows one of vira's seemingly innocuous statements. "but you came with high recommendations from those who's opinions matter. so, there's no longer any avoiding it. in fact, i want to observe your technique." a grin, and she leans over the counter of the grandcypher's cafe as though she had been challenged to some sort of one-sided contest (the one she made up in her head). "so that i may surpass it. yes, that's right. i will master your craft."

Mornings and evenings cycle in a slow, steady rhythm that the Archangel had long since accustomed himself to. A cycle of gried and peace, both in battles fought and won to the tumultuous thing his mind likes to be. Always a betraying thing like his core, ever so weighted with grief and too many emotions at once. Ceasing it's whispers with a simple but fulfilling act of tending to the Grandcypher's cafe had been a great escape, one that everyday proved a great opportunity to forget, for a bit, everything that's wrong about him, his flaws even when he could clearly still see the scars marring his hands and forearms as echoes of the past. It's also an opportunity to lend an ear when he never had it in the past, when Lucifer returned once every centuries or more, even when he'd not always have a good answer to the pleas and mourning mortals harbored themselves.

No wonder Lucifer always found potential in them. With such short lives they still persevere despise the great misfortunes they might experience. No apocalyptic scenario made them less willing to live on, and that fills his core with a sour hope that he, too, can push forward – no matter how many times he thinks of that farewell how much he wanted to look back, that it physically hurt terribly greater than the grandest sword upon his chest just to give Lucifer one last glance and be enticed by his selfish request for another cup.

There's mortals that have a much too similar grief as his, Sandalphon knows. Both from conversations that picked his interest from the distance to when he's been a witness of their plights. Vira is one of those he's heard about, sometimes Gran, too, talking about her and his efforts to help the woman through what seems a struggle greater than the Singularity alone can manage. An unique case of a primal and mortal share fate somehow, Luminiera itself a small, lesser primal of great power when given a compatible host. He'd like to see more of it, but motivation and curiosity weren't quite there for most of the time. Sandalphon kept to himself much of the time, only talking when talked to, approaching when others approach. It was better that way.

So it comes as a surprise the times it was Vira the one coming ime from time. Never talking much beyond side eyes he pretended not to notice. It wasn't worth it – nor it'd be the first time other crew members tested the current Supreme primarch as most never felt so much a speck of intimidation despise the power at his fingertips; he never gave anyone a reason, anymore, to fear him, too. And much more so at the face of a.... challenge? Ah.

'' Excuse me? '' Truly, most of her words had bounced right off his head at the complete surprise in which she has approached the barista. Sandalphon can only blink while processing better what he can recall and then deflate visibly with a sigh. '' Ah... I'm not a good teacher, but if it's learning how to brew a cup is what you want, you can just ask. '' He tries not to sound too annoyed at this but alas, the tone sticks a bit dry, yet indulges her as rough but always meticulous hands pick the coffee pot he had just finished brewing and pouring for storage. '' I doubt much of that line of though, '' He says between almost muscle memory dance of pouring the drink delicatedly as the earthly but familiar scent puffs with a gentle steam from a clean porcelain cup, his other hand keeping it steady from within it's wooden rest. '' it took me centuries to perfect it myself, for someone - but even then there's mortals that have come out with their own blends as eras passed and for that, I'm quite fascinated. '' And scandalized, too. Especially when they dare sully the brew with too much sugar or milk before his very eyes. This, he absolutely doesn't say at all despise the light tick at the edge of his lips.

It takes a moment, but once it's done, foam manipulated into a gentle little doodle of a bird is when Sandalphon scoops the cup into his hands to offer it to the woman before him. Gentle as he can be. A brew not too strong nor too sweet, with tints of caramel in it but never clouding upon the bitterness if it, as far as he can adapt the blend from his initial impression of the host of Luminiera. '' Say.... You wish to learn for someone, or just curiosity? ''

[cxffexngel]

And at that, Sandalphon was torn. But he's heard worse from other's - from himself even when he'd stop and actually think of his own actions in dire situations when his pride would get the best of himself. He could scold the other from a distance with his eyes later - he knows Seofon is strong. Not someone to be taken lightly even if the front shows a bravado of a fool, there's something deeper. Ever since the whole ordeal with the six dragons; one which he steered clean from as his assistance wasn't needed but, even then, the archangel stayed at a healthy distance should his hand be needed, he's felt it. Something odd.

Something about the boundary, the sea of stars - he's read if from Lucilius's research back in the past and remembers a lot from it, but even then such topics, the scale of that power itself, something the Eternals and even Captain were capable of harnessing was beyond him. It scared the archangel as he respected it as the force of otherwordly nature as it is. It scares him because of theories he read – but ah, It'd not do good for his concentration. Flesh and bone, broken vessels of blood pulled back like seamless strings. the forceful nature of healing in his hands was bound to be a bit itchy, not a careful nor painless thing unlike other healers - not to mention molten armor that surely is stuck into skin. Plus with the dire situation at hand, the winged Ceodric that even now he can sense around close and furious – '' Survive, and maybe you can have a free drink later at the Grancypher. '' He promised. Jagged hands full of closed wounds leave the other's jaw, wings retracting as the grand purple spades around the two cease to be in sparkles of dust. Wings of white stretching to the skies to gather energy once more for incoming flight. '' Ceodric can be killed, but if you're going to make a show of it, don't get others caught in it, I can help with it. '' whatever plans the other has is lost to Sandalphon, but even then, he can improvise.

Being made as an adaptative force, somehow being compatible to almost every element and force of nature had it's perks. And sandalphon knew best than to lower his own focus. Captain needed still a push, even with the power of the great one at their palms, he doubts a being much older than the astrals themselves would allow that to happen. '' Just be sure to assist Captain once your side is done... '' there's an understanding lip quirked, a small smile he could offer, before six pairs of wing propel the archangel's body up.

                                                 ༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

Compared to perhaps days ago, or weeks – Time never really being in the mind of the current supreme primarch past cataclysms that keep happening and going, always thankfully nothing irreversible happening time from time to also those moments when he could feel his own core shaking within his insides. There he is, back at the cafe; rather late as the sun is barely peeking in for this morning as it baths sweet sunlight for a new day. Clear from clouds and from beyond ornamental circular windows, the song of birds chattering mixed with the bubbling of new brews stirring within hot water in a keetle in a low flame under a magic circle manifested by the archangel managing the place.

Usually, he'd mostly stay clear or away, often opening late the cafe after everyone has already eaten or gone on missions, but for now, despise everything, Raziel and Magus's recruitment meant Sandalphon had his own demons at the back of his mind. Many thoughts, choices that at the time, he had done without hesitation but 'what ifs' still lingering there like alluring shadows.

He pretends to not listen to that part of himself.

'' Stand too much by the doorstep and you might get pushed by someone else when they wake up. '' Calls out, gaze not leaving the gentle stirring of new beverages and pastries Sandalphon's occupied with, but he'd be a fool if he didn't sense the Eternal's presence. One he saw injuried and burned and yet still was one of the best aids that kept the ordeal with the Phoenix at bay. He'd not understand why the six dragons let it go away – but he had no say. It only meant a problem for the future and even if he personally would butt heads with them it'd do no good.

Aw, well, wasn't that flattering! In his own way, Sandalphon cared- pot, kettle, though. Loath as he was to admit it, Seofon was in no position to continue to push himself as hard as he'd been (even if he wanted to. Gods, he wanted to! It's his job as the leader of the Eternals- to right wrongs, to stop people like Ceodric. To prevent catastrophes like this, and he can't-) because Sandalphon is right.

He can't die here. It would be rather unbecoming of the Star-Sword Sovereign to fall in battle like that. Not that Sandalphon would know, but this wasn't the worst injury that the swordsman had endured... but the Archangel had a point.

The wound still hurt like hell, too. Usually Fif was right there with her healing magic, but he'd not brought the other Eternals for this fight (he was still on thin ice after the whole Seven Star Sword ordeal- but if he'd been in their place, he would've given himself the cold shoulder, too. What sort of friend goes to beat up all his other friends just to prove his own power? Yikes). He thought he could handle it on his own.

That was probably why the others didn't show up. Maybe they thought he didn't need them- but this time ...

Damn it.

❝ Yeah- I hate missing out on a good fight, but ... I ... ❞ He'd done his part, here. Unfortunately, the whole ultimate power ordeal would have to rest on the Captain's shoulders- Seofon would make it up to them later (he'd have to really do something amazing to not be on their shit list for bailing on the big fight)-

He really owed Sandalphon for this one!

❝ We've got a lot going on here, y'know? I have to take care of Ceodric at least, and when that's all done, I'll rest, pinky promise! ❞ He breathes, and the sea of stars flashes before his eyes- starlight dyes his golden hair. ❝ It shouldn't take long. He might have some of the Phoenix's powers, but he's sloppy in his swordsmanship. Plus, if someone doesn't get rid of him, there's going to be a lot more trouble to deal with later. Just one more task and then I'll rest-! ❞ This time, he intends to keep his word.

Really, he also wants to show off just a little more. Typical.

[cyberneticfallout]

Chapter Nine: Wouldn't It Be Nice

Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 7 - Ch 8 - Ch 9 - Ch 10 - More Coming Soon

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader Summary: Tensions run high after the previous night's kiss and The Ghoul reveals a small part of his past. Tags: Slow burn (and I mean SLOWWW), angst, eventually more smut, language, canon-typical violence, chem/alcohol use, more tags will be added Posted on AO3: Smoothie and The Ghoul Word Count: 1.7k

The journey to the old associate is a lengthy one, likely spanning a few days at the very least. The landscape is mostly desolate, with sand dunes engulfing the remnants of old-world buildings. The memory of the previous night's kiss lingers heavily in your mind, leaving you curious about The Ghoul's thoughts on the matter. You resist the urge to ask. Instead you decide to keep your distance from him and look at your pip-boy to distract yourself. Focusing on the device, you navigate through its functions until you locate the radio feature, tuning in to some classic tunes from the past that fill the air.

As the familiar lyrics of “Orange Colored Sky” by Nat King Cole fill the air, you find yourself lost in the nostalgic melody. The rhythmic beat of the song creates a sense of comfort amidst the desolation. The radio crackles and the signal fades momentarily, but you manage to catch the few lines of the song before it returns to full clarity.

Slowing his stride, The Ghoul positions himself next to you. You sneak a glance in his direction, but his expression remains an enigma, offering no insight into his thoughts. However, he begins to hum along with the tune, his voice blending with yours in a harmonious duet. You can't help but wonder what would it be like to sway to the music in his arms. A faint smile tugs at your lips at the thought.

The two of you continue like this for some time, singing softly to the old tunes that fill the air. After a while, he extends a piece of jerky from his bag to you. Gratefully, you accept and savor a big bite. The flavor is unfamiliar, yet surprisingly delicious.

"What type of jerky is this?" you ask.

"Ass jerky.”

"Alright," you giggle, "The ass of what? I don't think I've had this kind before."

"Ghoul," he states plainly.

You burst out laughing at what you assume is a joke, only to realize it's not when he stares back at you blankly, munching on his own piece of jerky.

"...What."

Staring at The Ghoul in disbelief, the realization hits you like a ton of bricks. His stoic expression adds to the surreal nature of the moment, and as the truth sinks in, a wave of nausea washes over you. You start gagging uncontrollably, unable to contain your revulsion at the thought of consuming human flesh. His reaction surprises you as he bursts into laughter at your discomfort, his amusement contrasting sharply with your horror.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" you shout, your voice filled with disgust as you dry heave. "Oh my god. It was that dead ghoul I came across, wasn't it?"

"Soundin' like that vaultie," The Ghoul chuckles.

"Not all us vault dwellers come out that naive," you mutter quietly, the words barely audible to him.

"What'd you say?" he questions, eyeing you suspiciously.

"Hm? Nothing," you quickly reply, trying to brush off the tension. The Ghoul's skeptical gaze lingers on you, and without a second thought, you fling the remaining jerky at his face. The dried meat slaps against his cheek with a thud, slowly sliding down his face and plopping onto the dusty ground. The silence that follows is heavy as “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by The Beach Boys suddenly starts blaring from your pip-boy.

♪ Wouldn't it be nice to live together in the kind of world where we belong? ♪

"Pick it up," he finally breaks the silence.

You raise an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Smoothie," he says, taking a step closer to you. "We ain't wastin’ good jerky just because you're too dainty. Pick… it… up."

Your eyes meet his in a fierce stare, both of you mirroring the intensity. Closing the distance between you, you stand almost nose to nose. As you gaze up at him, you notice the anger in his eyes, but you also catch a glimpse of Cooper Howard peeking through.

♪ After having spent the day together, hold each other close the whole night through ♪

"If you want to watch me bend over that badly, all you have to do is ask," you quip, a playful glint in your eye.

"Two choices, sweetheart,” The Ghoul's voice takes on a dark and gravelly tone. "Either you pick it up like a good girl, or I make you pick it up - and I won't be gentle."

Good girl. You muster all your strength to resist cracking under those words, a smug grin spreading across his face. In that moment, you can't help but wonder if he's being playful or if this is just his usual, asshole self shining through. After all, he has no shame when it comes to this shit.

♪ I wish that every kiss was never-ending ♪

Your mind races for a witty response, the lyrics of the song only adding to the awkward tension between you. His eyes bore into yours, a mix of challenge and arrogance that makes your skin crawl. With a defiant tilt of your chin, you sarcastically remark, "You better be prepared to catch me when I swoon from your overwhelming charm."

The Ghoul's smirk widens, a flash of malice glinting in his eyes as he replies, "Oh sweetie, I don't catch… I watch you fall.“

♪ You know it seems the more we talk about it, it only makes it worse to live without it ♪

As you crouch down to retrieve the jerky, a mix of resentment and anger swirls inside you. The act of picking up the tainted piece of meat feels like a bitter concession, a silent acknowledgment of the power play he has initiated. Standing back up, you hold out the jerky towards him, your gaze hardened with a mix of defiance and humiliation.

The Ghoul plucks the jerky from your hand with a satisfied smirk, relishing the control he holds over the situation. The tension between you crackles with unspoken words and unspoken desires, each gesture and exchange charged with a potent mix of attraction and power dynamics.

The tension between you lingers like a heavy fog as you trudge forward in uncomfortable silence, the music from your pip-boy serving as a strange soundtrack to the awkwardness that envelops you. With the sun sinking towards the horizon, long shadows stretching across the landscape, a sense of unease settles in your chest like a heavy weight.

As darkness descends, a canopy of stars twinkling overhead, The Ghoul's voice breaks the silence, his tone devoid of the earlier hostility. "We'll set camp here for the night. Keep watch while I get a fire going," he instructs, his words cutting through like a knife. You nod stiffly, grateful for the chance to have some space between you.

Sitting by the crackling fire, you wrap your arms around your knees, staring into the flames. The Ghoul settles across from you, his eyes fixed on the fire as well. After a moment of comfortable silence, you finally speak, your voice soft in the night air. "What did you mean the other day when you said you remembered Moldaver differently?"

His gaze shifts from the fire to meet yours, taking a moment to consider your question before answering, “I knew her as Miss Williams.”

“Miss Williams?” Curiosity fills you.

“I met her. Before the war,” he continues, “Which makes me curious as to how she’s still around.”

You ponder for a moment, lost in thought. "Seems like prewar folks are more common than I thought..."

"Oh yeah?" The Ghoul laughs. "You know a lot of 'em or somethin’?"

You chuckle softly at his question. "No, no," you reply, shaking your head slightly. "I just didn't think many people made it this far - ghoul or otherwise. Say... What's something you miss from before the Great War?"

“My daughter.” He answers immediately. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, filled with sadness and longing. The firelight dances across his face, casting shadows that seem to echo the weight of his words. You’re surprised he’s shared something so personal - he had a daughter?

"What is her name?" You ask gently, making sure to refer to her in the present tense, not wanting to add to the sting of her possible death.

He hesitates, his demeanor softening slightly as he considers your question. After a moment, he quietly responds, "Janey."

You rise from your spot and walk over to him, settling down next to him by the crackling fire. "Is that who Sorrel was referring to? Who you've been looking for?" you ask, your voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"Yes," he sighs, his voice heavy with weariness. Despite his usual guarded nature, there is a sense of trust that begins to form between you. "I've been lookin' for over 200 years and ain't found shit. No leads. Until now.”

"Moldaver," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. "Do you think she knows something? Being prewar and all?"

He locks eyes with you, a subtle look of uncertainty in his eyes. "Thats what I aim to find out, Smoothie.”

"Well shit," you say, taking a deep breath before gently placing your hand on top of his. "We'll find your daughter. We'll find Janey, no matter what it takes."

He looks at you with soft eyes, as if no one ever truly wants to help him. Maybe it makes him question your intentions, wondering if you might be deceitful. After all, he knows nothing about you or your past. Will you ever tell him who you really are? Why do you even care so much about him? He flinches slightly at your touch and swats your hand away, a reflex you assume is born of decades upon decades of betrayal and disappointment.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you head back to your spot across from him. “I’m serious though. I will help you find her.”

The Ghoul grimaces and turns his back to you, his posture defensive and closed off. You sense a deep well of pain and longing within him, a father's desperate hope to be reunited with his daughter. Sitting in silence, you give him the space he seems to need to process your offer of help. After a few moments, he finally speaks, his voice rough with emotion.

"I appreciate the offer," he begins. "But this is somethin' I must do alone."

"We'll see about that," you respond, a steely determination in your voice. He gives you a look of annoyance, but you refuse to let him face this alone. This is no longer just a bounty to collect; it is so much more.

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[716chr]

Chihiro Natsuyaki SSR Story “Dazzling Dancing!” - Part 2

#ち���とデートなうに使っていいよ

Location: HAMA Street

Chihiro: Haa~….. Those pancakes were a total delight, so fluffy and chewy~!

Kaede: For sure. The sauce wasn’t too sugary, but you can still taste the fruity flavor….

Chihiro: Yep, yep! The strawberry flavor is the perfect match for Turysuke. That cafe is totally worth a recommendation ☆

Chihiro: Thanks for sharin’ Stakichi’s pancake too

Chihiro: Gettin’ to eat both made Chii’s belly and heart so full of happiness~♪

Chihiro: Huh? Is that music coming from somewhere?

Kaede: There seems to be something going on over there….. Ah

Kaede: That boy is using the storefront windows’ glass as a mirror to practice his dancing

Chihiro: ……Somehow, that’s pretty nostalgic

Kaede: Nostalgic?

Chihiro: Yeah, yeah. This feels super nostalgic!

[Alternate Choice]

Kaede: That boy resembles you, Chihiro-kun

Chihiro: Eh, is that so?

Kaede: Yeah. It’s not about his appearance, but the way he’s carefully checking the choreography and the attention he gives to each of his movements

Chihiro: …..Mana-pii, ya got a sharp eye for details

Chihiro: You see, actually, when I was little, I used to practice dancing in front of stores’ windows in the city, just like that

TL Note: From this point onwards, Chihiro swapped over to using オレ so I’ll be using first person pronoun instead of third person pronoun like before

Chihiro: This is long before I even appeared on an audition show

Chihiro: No one taught me; I was practicing dancing alone, copying whatever I saw

Chihiro: “Quiet down!”, people would sometimes yell at me as they walked by, but I was too immersed in dancing that I didn’t pay any attention to that……

Kaede: Chihiro-kun….

Chihiro: W-Well, even though I practiced my ass off, I still got rejected from the audition show!

Boy in uniform: Sorry I’m late, I was on duty today!

Boy practicing dance: No worries. Let’s pick up from where we left off!

Girl in jersey: I’ve been practicing those steps on my own. Today’s gonna be the day I perfect it!

Chihiro: Ah….. That kid’s part of a dance group….

Kaede: (The boy who was dancing alone earlier looks much happier now…..)

Kaede: …..To me, that’s how Chihiro-kun looks like right now

Chihiro: Huh?

Kaede: Chihiro-kun, just now you talked about how you “used to have fun dancing”, as if it’s a thing of the past

Kaede: But aren’t you also having a great time dancing with everyone in Ev3ns right now?

Chihiro: Wh…. Wha…..!?

Kaede: …..Am I right?

Chihiro: …..Hnng. Yeah, it’s definitely… much more fun now

Chihiro: Brainstorming ideas for the fanmeets with Raitin, rehearsing songs with Kinyari….

Chihiro: And making progress with Tao-Tao, us gradually being able to do things we couldn’t do before; each one of them makes me really happy

Chihiro: Because I wouldn’t be able to make all of this a reality by myself

Chihiro: ——The reality of being an idol alongside everyone. And to Mana-pii who gave me that chance…. I couldn’t be more grateful

Chihiro: Seriously, I’m so done! I always end up spillin’ everything in front of Mana-pii!

Kaede: Ahaha, I’m all ears if you ever wanna talk, so feel free to tell me anything

Chihiro: Geez….. You shouldn’t say that so casually. It’s gonna make me wanna be all needy around you

Chihiro: Today was really fun. Can I invite you out like this again?

Chihiro: But next time the line might be real bad though….

Kaede: Absolutely. No matter how long the line is, as long as I’m with Chihiro-kun, it’ll always gonna be fun

Chihiro: ……Yeah!

Part 1 | Part 2

[hell-drabbles]

Satan and Sitri 1

Summary: Sitri angers you and so does Satan. Just to get them to shut up, you yanked Satan and bite him in the neck.

(Baaarely finished chapter 1 and am going into chapter 2 but uuuugh so many filler battles.)

“Is there any tea you would like, Solomon? Ah wait, I think I know what you’ll like.”

Always with the ‘Solomon’ this and ‘Solomon’ that. Sitri’s eyes shine and that smile of his was certainly gentle, but a part of you wanted him to stop and an even larger one wanted nothing more for him to spill his tears and have his lips wobble.

Grief. You wanted to see his grief, raw and proper. At least then you’ll know he’s finally got it through his head that Solomon is dead and gone, no matter the fact that he’s in your blood.

The problem, unfortunately, lies in the fact that you’re a human. A human who’s bloodline is tied to a very beloved Solomon. Anything you do, be it rage or sadness, the devils will look upon it with nostalgic fondness. Like you could do no wrong.

It’s grating. It’s annoying. Infuriating. Maybe that’s why you refuse to freely share your kindness here in Hell?

When you hear the cup clink on the red table, you don’t touch it nor even acknowledge it.

“Is something wrong, Solomon?”

Everything. All that Sitri’s doing is just, wrong to you. Like nothing truly belong to you. But you can’t say any of it out loud, because then you’ll be responding to a name that’s not yours.

“Ah, could it be that you want a different tea this time? I do recall that you like to experiment with new flavors.” Sitri took the cup back but you didn’t look up from your book. You’re not even registering the words, you just needed something to stare at that wasn’t Sitri. “Perhaps something calming will soothe the harsh beat of your heart?”

The chair besides you was pulled and Satan made himself comfy in it, depressing against it as though the weight of the war was finally lifted from him. It didn’t take him long to regain his energy and lean forward onto the table.

Satan turned towards you, a knowing grin on his face.

“You’re angry,” Satan whispered, like it was some kind of secret you’re keeping.

You’re not in the mood. So you didn’t say anything. You didn’t even lift your eyes. Satan kept wiggling his tongue, clearly wanting you to break and shove him back.

“Ah,” Sitri came back with a new pot of tea brewed, “Your Majesty Satan. Is there anything you’d like to have for a drink?”

Of course he’d say Satan’s proper name. Yours? Didn’t matter for shit.

“Hmm, let’s see,” Satan needs to be quiet. Everyone needs to be quiet, “Well, I’m craving–”

You tossed your book on the table and grabbed a fistful of Satan’s hair before yanking him back. He practically squealed like a pig and even started writhing like one when let your teeth sink into the pliant flesh of his neck.

Satan’s tongue rolled through your fingers when you clasped his mouth shut. You can feel the dumb smile under your palm but you didn’t care for it all that much.

Not when you can see Sitri just standing there, struck dumb with his steaming tray. When you saw him take his lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowing with emotional conflict, you unlatched yourself from Satan and kicked him off his chair.

Satan tried to get up, but the rush of it all had him shaking. You took a cloth from Sitri’s pocket and wiped your lips.

“I’m going to bed,” you dropped the handkerchief onto Sitri’s shoes.

Hopefully this nap will reset your mood back to normal.

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Crimson gaze lingers with a tint of curiosity, a calmness he's festered and nurtured ever since the grancypher had come, both against him and later in his aid. Companionship helping endlessly, and continues to do so on softening rough edges that once blazed in rage, revenge and worse - where they now only feel like numbed out bruises from bumping hard against a door's handle sometimes. Other times at most, just an itch that could sparkle only at very small, specific things – Compassion is something he once had, lost, and then learned again. Something he's come to feel terribly for almost every primal that in the past, he'd seen nothing more as stepping stones to prove his point to Lucifer who in the end, knew. And yet his hands were tied in a silent war Sandalphon's more than aware now when it was too late.

So he understands the woes from the larger primal, and can only offer the safety of his cafe to let those feelings out when, perhaps, talking this to the group born from bits of the phoenix's ashes only had the same feelings and finding understanding could take time. When, sometimes, the best perspective is an outside one - and yet Sandalphon could only wish for every answer when despise everything, is as flawed as them. With the phoenix now gone wherver the hell her wings can carry her, Bennu and the rest were basically purposeless - A feeling he's all too familiar with and burndened with millenia of life without a break. To wander aimlessly and try to find purpose on smaller things despise the tug on their cores. '' The Phoenix... '' Sandalphon hums low as his gaze lowers. Clink sounds the cup that gently meets old plished wood as it's settled between the two, over the counter as the smaller primarch takes a seat before the other with a fresh cup for himself, arms crossing in though. '' Truly it's a mysterious being, far beyond even my own creation and I feel even Lucifer didn't know much about it beyond perhaps being lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her flames. The way she acted can only remind me of the Wedge of time and casualty. Moving cogs and crannies, the smallest things but for a grand purpose - when the later only wanted to keep the Singularity safe and away from pain. As far as I've been told. '' Recounting that was really something, having been busy at that time with his own missions, meeting the primarchs - yet the reverberating quakes of time itself warping and casualty breaking was felt all across the skies and yet; could only sit and watch. Trust the singularity with a fight he didn't need to get involved to. '' Perhaps, She cared in the end for that mortal - A deed repaid since Abramelin did his part and even beyond. Split god in half. So even if for us time still holds a weight, for the phoenix... It still meant something. Or perhaps just did it's part. I truly don't know and can only guess – ''

'' But I fear she may not even care about your group. While born from her ashes, the Phoenix only brought back Fenie because Abramelin asked as the end of their exchange. Otherwise I doubt she'd ever have a chance. '' Which was the hard truth. It was the coldness of the phoenix that intrigued and scared Sandalphon as well. Formidable and born from cosmos far beyond what astrals have touched, or even worse. Far beyond the moon and stars and even the great one's itself. '' If I were on your shoes, I'd try to process that, but to make peace that the phoenix only thinks of beyond millennia plans as it's existence is her own thing and nothing more. Even shards taken from her are just waste she won't deal with unless they get in the way of whatever is going on their head. '' It's almost like... Lucilius, in a way. As far as Sandalphon could compare his impression of the Phoenix to anyone. and while it's not a hopeful advice, Sandalphon hates lying, to sugarcoat things. So it shows in the purse of his brows and how nimble, yet rough fingers trace golden rim of the cup with reverence. '' To follow an aimless, almost invisible being can only lead to disaster, I've been there and it took great efforts and sacrifices that should not have happened to bring me back. I'd not wish the same for you and your group, to be honest. '' even when the current supreme primarch often played the nonchalant role, often by himself or hogged by the Captain and the Singularity, or those rather peculiar cats that often he can see from the corner of his eye strutting around without a care of the world. '' At least for now there shouldn't be anything happening around her anymore. So to rest and... find something to pass the time might be for the best. Even the four primarch have found themselves trying odd but fulfilling mortal jobs that have tangled them in countless mishaps. I'd say staying in this airship to be an option as well could help with it, considering a lot of unexpected chaos tends to brew within these walls – and great fighters there are to spar when needed. '' It counts that even Magus has found respite within the grancypher, despise everything. Even with all of the doubts and concerns he raised to the Captain about taking her in, even then it's not as if he hadn't also been one to cause cataclysms in the past to comment that much - and as long as he can sense her aura and the other fallen angels and know they aren't causing trouble... Then he can try and rest easy.

Most earth users were simple in matters, most of their attributes being sent into the more physical aspect. In a battle of strength, pure strength it would be Bennu who would come out at top. And with the advantage of being as fast as the wind, it made bennu even a menace in the battle field, off and on he would be fast as the wind and lightning, and strike harder then anyone would expect.

But coffee comes first, though he claims innocence from such a thing. Bennu is actually accustomed to the mortal items within the world of humanity. After all it is what allowed them to retain their sanity for the most part. Without these mortals, they would have been just sentient machines, aiming to get the phoenix no matter what the cost. But no true loss had happen saved for a sad king who lost their heir. It bothers him, how the king had expected his king to die. That king would have no one left, the story of one after another...it was rather cruel of the phoenix to do so much for such a little pay off.

It was baffling to say the least.

"...If you insist, the phoenix true goal as believed by everyone. If it was truly to reunite the family... why bring such suffering. Why bring such deceipt, is it so powerful that such things such as bonds become easy to break?"

"You saw how it turned that prince, into its own plaything in the end. Feeding him words that led to his end."

"I feel...only pity from this. How if the phoenix had chosen any other way, all this grief I feel would have been avoided."

To feel grief for other people, well perhaps being the most grounded of the primals. He felt the most emphathy.

"This whole series of events, it all plays out ...for the phoenix."

in the end, that little child is still, part of the pheonix so the phoenix wins in the end. It felt bitter like this coffee.

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Apple Pie Cookies Ingredients: Apple Pie Filling 3 Gala apples, peeled and sliced 1/4 cup brown sugar, packed 2 tbsp unsalted butter 1 tbsp cornstarch 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon Salted Caramel 1/2 cup white granulated sugar 2 tbsp unsalted butter, cubed, at room temperature 1/4 cup heavy cream, at room temperature 1/2 tsp salt 1/2 tsp pure vanilla extract Cinnamon Cookies 3 1/4 cups all-purpose flour 1 tsp baking powder 1 tsp ground cinnamon 1 tsp cornstarch 1 tsp salt 1 cup unsalted butter, melted and cooled 1 cup brown sugar, packed 1/2 cup white granulated sugar 1 tsp pure vanilla extract 2 large eggs, room temperature Cinnamon Sugar Coating 2 tbsp unsalted butter, melted 1/2 cup white granulated sugar 1 tsp ground cinnamon Directions: Apple Pie Filling In a medium saucepan over medium heat, melt the butter. Add apple slices, brown sugar, cornstarch, and cinnamon. Heat until the mixture starts to bubble, then cook and stir for about 5 minutes until the apples soften and the filling thickens. Set aside to cool completely. Salted Caramel In a small saucepan over medium heat, melt the sugar until it turns an amber color. This takes about 30 seconds; remove from heat immediately. Gradually add half the cubed butter and whisk until melted. Add the remaining butter, stirring carefully as the mixture bubbles up. Slowly add half the heavy cream and whisk, then add the remaining cream. Stir in vanilla and salt. Let cool completely. Cinnamon Cookies In a medium bowl, combine flour, baking powder, cinnamon, cornstarch, and salt. In a large bowl, whisk together melted butter, brown sugar, granulated sugar, vanilla, and eggs until smooth. Add dry ingredients and mix with a spatula until just combined. Let the dough rest for 10 minutes. Preheat oven to 350°F (175°C). Line two cookie sheets with parchment paper. Scoop dough into balls and place on the cookie sheet. Press a circle into the dough balls with a measuring cup or spice jar, then shape into a neat circle. Bake for 11 minutes, remove from the oven and press the circle indentation again, then bake for an additional 1-3 minutes until edges are golden. Cool on a rack. Brush cookies with melted butter, then roll edges in cinnamon sugar. Assembly Fill each cookie indentation with apple pie filling, and drizzle salted caramel over the top. Prep Time: 20 minutes | Cooking Time: 15 minutes | Total Time: 35 minutes | Kcal: 275 | Servings: 18 cookies The warmth of baked cinnamon and apples fills the air with these Apple Pie Cookies. Each cookie is a soft, buttery cinnamon base, topped with a filling of caramelized apples and drizzled with salted caramel. Perfect for fall gatherings, these treats bring a taste of classic apple pie in every bite! These Apple Pie Cookies are a cozy treat, ideal for any fall day. The rich caramel and cinnamon flavors complement the sweet apple filling, creating a nostalgic dessert that’s easy to share and enjoy. With a mix of textures and flavors, these cookies are as inviting as they are delicious.

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Burning Bitterness: Cha 1 (White Lily Cookie)

Burning Bitterness (Divide)

The past affects all cookies. Young and old, strong and weak, even species outside of cookie kind. The past causes everyone to fear the future…But what if you could control it?

Special thanks to @brittle-doughie for inspiring/helping make this fanfic, You're awesome!

The Silver Kingdom was filled with merriment and the sugary smell of sweets. In honor of White Lily Cookie taking up the role Elder Fairy Cookie had left behind, the fairy cookies insisted on celebrating. White Lily Cookie was against the idea at first, but you promised to be by her side during the event...And yet, they seem to be absent. An uneasy feeling brewed like a cauldron in White Lily Cookie’s stomach, gradually bubbling as the combination of social exhaustion and your absence made it hard to appreciate the party thrown in her honor. 

Silverbell Cookie: “White Lily Cookie…is everything alright, Your Majesty?” In the brief moment White Lily Cookie had lost herself in her thoughts, a familiar fairy guard had flown by her side, a look of slight worry on his face.

White Lily Cookie: “Ah! Silverbell Cookie…My apologies, I guess I let my mind wander too much.” She said with the slightest blush highlighting her cheeks, holding her Lily staff closer. A month of being the ruler of the Silver Kingdom and she was still making the same mistakes…

The fairy archer merely chuckled in response 

Silverbell Cookie: “It's quite alright, Your Majesty. I've known you for long enough to know that you have a lot on your mind, So there's no need to apologize…although…something seems to be troubling you.”

White Lily Cookie couldn't help but hang her head in shame a little. Had her worry been so plain to see this entire time? 

White Lily Cookie: “Well…I suppose there is something…Y/N Cookie said they would be here, and yet they seem to be absent…This isn't the first time they've disappeared without a trace, But they've never broken a promise before.”

Silverbell Cookie: “I would be more than happy to retrieve them for you, Maybe they just lost track of time?” Silver Bell said with a warm smile. 

White Lily Cookie met the fairy cookie’s smile with her own, pausing for a moment to think. 

White Lily Cookie: “No need, I'll go and find Y/N Cookie myself. The fairy cookies have been working tirelessly and deserve a break. Besides, This may be a good opportunity for me to talk with them…they've been strangely distant lately.” 

Now that White Lily Cookie had formed a plan, her worried expression had been replaced with the more familiar resolve that the guard fairy was familiar with. Even though White Lily Cookie could seem meek at times compared to The other ancients, there were times when her resolve rivaled that of Dark Cacao Cookie.

Silverbell Cookie: “As you wish, your Majesty…just try not to take too long, this party is in your honor after all.” With a quick bow, The Fairy Archer flew back into the crowd.

With Silverbell Cookie’s worries sated for the time being, It was time for White Lily Cookie to locate where you had disappeared to.

With her staff clenched anxiously in hand and her growing desire to find the cause of your broken promise, White Lily Cookie found herself in the Faerie Library. The music from outside was nothing but a low hum that leaked from the windows, and the enchanting aroma of food was left at the party. The metallic scent of silver made the fairy kingdom quite distinct compared to other places on Earthbread. To many, the absence of flavorful senses would be quite haunting, But within the continent of Beast-Yeast, it was a welcome haven from the overwhelming atmosphere.

White Lily Cookie couldn't help but find her eyes wandering the library. Her thirst for knowledge had brought her to this place many times…So many memories…So many regrets…for the time being White Lily Cookie pushed the nostalgic memories away, she needed to find you to make sure everything was alright! 

Luckily for the ancient hero, she wouldn't have to search much longer for her close confidant. Sitting at a table with music sheets spread across it, you stare out a nearby window with disinterest and irritation. You could already tell by the footsteps echoing in the empty library that she had found you…A heavy dread finds itself in the pit of your stomach, making it near impossible to meet eyes with the ancient hero.

She calls out your name, face beaming as she begins quickly making her way over to you. Her tone is that of someone filled with overwhelming joy, most likely because she had scared herself with the possibilities as to why you weren't at the festivities…The combination of guilt from past actions and The curse of her imagination made for a sour blend of anxiety.

As White Lily Cookie made her way closer, she felt herself stop in her tracks. A wave of unease hit as she took a closer look at you. You looked exhausted. She saw the way you shifted in the chair when she came close, the way you stared at the window aimlessly as if you were hesitating about something. You looked so… fragile. The ancient hero began to worry, running through all the scenarios in her head…something felt wrong.

White Lily Cookie: “Y/N cookie? Is everything okay? You weren't at the party so I began to worry.” her hands absentmindedly fiddled with the powerful staff she held, her features softened as she readied herself for whatever burden was resting on your shoulders.

Y/N Cookie: “Do you believe freedom is a good thing, White Lily Cookie?” You say in an ominous tone, one that White Lily Cookie rarely ever heard from you, Your tired glare still fixed on the nearby window. 

White Lily Cookie: “Huh? Of course, Y/N Cookie! Freedom is what allows cookies to be who they are! It allows them to love, create, and discover brand new things.” White Lily Cookie's answer was somewhat hesitant. not out of disbelief of her own words, but rather the sheer Perplexing nature of the question you proposed. 

Her words still shined true with the light of freedom, As rich as the very soul jam that represented this virtue…You can't help but grimace at those words, a burning mixture of emotion seething underneath your dough.

Y/N Cookie: “Is that truly what you believe? The ultimate conclusion you've come to despite everything you've done?” A sour strip of malice lingered on those words

White Lily Cookie was taken aback at your strange hostility, But before she could begin to question it, you continued.

Y/N Cookie: “The Blueberry Yogurt Academy, The deal with the legendary red dragon and...Dark Enchantress Cookie herself. The more stories I hear, the more I question if freedom is really a virtue...and not a curse” You can't help but hear your own grief within your voice. The mere mention of the past events threatens to melt away your mask and leave you a weeping fool…But you would not allow such weakness to occur while faced with the ancient hero, as you couldn't afford your words to be tainted by her pity for you.

White Lily Cookie: “Y/N Cookie...I had no idea you felt such a way. You had always been so supportive...I never could have imagined you had such thoughts" she spoke somberly as she mauled over your statement. The sins of her past acted As a judge's gavel, a haunting tool that threatened to sentence her to a life of self-loathing.

For a split second, White Lily Cookie heard the sadness in your voice, and that was all she needed to realize how rich your despair was. Cookies that had been crumbled…civilizations that were destroyed…You have been secretly grieving these haunting events without her knowing, chipping away at you and corroding the friendship you both shared. A part of White Lily Cookie wanted to turn away, to avoid the pain and to ignore yours…But she refused.

Back when she had reawakened, White Lily Cookie was nearly swallowed by the guilt of her past mistakes…But thanks to her old friend Pure Vanilla Cookie and his new companions, she found new strength to try and forge a better future. She couldn't afford to let grief hold her back, and she wasn't going to allow it to do the same to you.

White Lily Cookie: "I've done...Many unforgivable things, But the light of freedom allows me to try and repent for my mista-”

Y/N Cookie: “Enough already!” Your voice boomed across the empty hall of the library, causing the walls to shake and White Lily Cookie to flinch. “All you ancient "heroes" ever do is rely on your virtues, but where is that led you!? All you've done with your "freedom" is destroy!” 

The spice of rage…The bitterness of hatred…The two vile ingredients performed a malevolent dance as they mixed into one another, becoming near indistinguishable from one another. You can practically feel it eating away at the sweet empathy you had for your “friend”, like a greedy cake monster devouring everything in its wake…..and yet...

Y/N cookie: “...How can I trust you, let alone be at your side when everything around you crumbles away?” You finally turn to look at White Lily Cookie, Your fear of seeing the hurt on her face having prevented you from looking until now…You were both just cookies at the end of the day, ones who cared deeply for this world…Making your actions all the more necessary.

Each word was like a sharp knight penetrating White Lily Cookie's heart. She had these thoughts hundreds of times, But to have a cookie so close to you say it with such...Vitriol…Whatever words white Lily may have wanted to use to defend herself, dissolved away in a soggy clump of despair...Could this be his doing?

You finally stand from your seat, filling White Lily Cookie with a raw unease she had never felt from you. You begin to approach the anxious ancient, causing her to step back in response and to hold her staff more defensively. This action doesn't phase you As you make your way to White Lily Cookie, the rhythmic tapping of your approaching footsteps seemed almost like a defiant response.

There's a few feet between the two cookies standing in the library. The damage that your words had done was visible on her face, trying her best to wear a mask of somberness to hide the herd from such heinous words...You find it strange you can still feel some empathy towards the cookie who had caused so much destruction…This is the only way to make it to your solution.

Y/N Cookie: “The light of freedom has proven itself to be far too dangerous…..I might have a solution.” Her face of woe turns to one of confusion and you take this as your cue to continue. “Freedom allows cookies like dark enchantress and the beasts to do horrific deeds, for cake monsters to consume cookies...And for evil to run wild.....But what if...We use the power of your soul jam to bring in a new era of order? No more fighting, no more chaos…just peace.” Even though your tone had softened a bit as you went on, the severity of what you were asking wasn't lost on you…The real question is was she willing to do what it took to protect all of Cookiekind?

White Lily Cookie's eyes widen with terror, were you suggesting what she thought you were?... How could the cookie closest to White Lily suggest such a horrid thing?! Taking freedom away from anyone, regardless of their actions was...monstrous. This HAD to be the work of Shadow Milk Cookie! The magic she had used to reseal the tree wasn't nearly as strong as the witches, But she had truly believed she had bought everyone time…

And yet…she remembered how showboating and impatient Shadow Milk Cookie could be, as being sealed away left him starved for attention…could this truly be your own decision?

[End of part one]

The Fates of cookies are as malleable as fresh dough, with the smallest addition changing the entire recipe…What flavor would you like to try?