#not Everything duh but still a fair amount

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Can I request Nsfw Alphabet with Monica Geller?

Thanks in advance

I got multiple requests for a nsfw alphabet with Monica so naturally I'm just gonna combined them lol. this is gender neutral and not strictly with a fem reader btw because whenever I write for smth like the nsfw alphabet I prefer to have it where anyone can read/enjoy it. that being said, I hope it was worth the wait!

Monica Geller nsfw alphabet

Warnings: smut (duh), gender neutral reader

Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Almost as soon as you're completely done with having sex, she has you get up so she can change the sheets (kidding....for the most part). She'll wait to do that if you're both exhausted, but in general she has a pretty strict aftercare routine that she follows. Both of you get wiped down with a damp rag, and you both drink water/have a light snack to help regain your energy even if you plan on taking a nap directly after.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

I don't think she has just one favorite body part. You've gotta remember, she's an ex fat girl who still can't help but obsess over how she looks. I'd say she's awfully proud of her physique/body in general due to how slim she is now versus when she was still in high school (I'm not saying that mindset is a healthy one, it's just the one she has in my opinion).

On you? She loves your stomach and thighs, especially if you're chubby there. Part of her yearns to be confident enough to be okay with gaining some of the weight back, but for now she prefers to just dote and fawn over you instead. She loves it if you have belly rolls, and any stretch marks get extra love whenever she presses playful kisses to your body during foreplay.

Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum? On her sheets? No thank you. If there's one thing she hates, it's the idea of making a mess. Sometimes you may be able to get her to forget about it if the sex is passionate enough, but the clean freak in her still can't help but worry about the stain your mixed body fluids will leave. On the other hand, the idea of being so caught up in each other that you two completely wreck the bed turns her on to no end. It lets her live a little, and the joy of getting to use her new detergent to wash the sheets afterwards just makes it all the more better.

Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She kind of has a thing for people older than her (that one's not a massive secret, as she did date Richard at one point). Also, messy kitchen sex? I know it sounds kind of weird, but imagine you're having a playful fight where she's trying to make a cake and you put icing on her nose, so she playfully tosses flour at you, etc. It's not super dirty, but given her reputation for hating messes of any kind she'd rather die than let people know she thinks a food fight resulting in sex is pretty hot.

Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I'd say she has a fair amount of experience. I think it's canon that she didn't lose her virginity until after high school, but that doesn't mean she hasn't had her share of boyfriends (and girlfriends, as I'm a bisexual Monica truther), not to mentions hook-ups or one-night stands. I wouldn't say she's tried everything there is to try, but she's not inexperienced, that's for sure.

Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where she can see your face to gauge your reactions and has access to kiss you. It doesn't matter whether the sex you're having is quick and rough or slow and gentle, she likes to pepper your face and neck with kisses regardless.

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She's not very goofy herself, but I think she'll put up with a reasonable amount of it from her partner (you've gotta remember who she ended up marrying in the show, because I just know Chandler was cracking jokes on the occasion while they did the deed). If the type of sex you're having is more light hearted and playful then you may be able to get a funny quip or two out of her, but that's about it. She will, however, giggle like crazy if you do the same thing.

Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh yeah, she definitely keeps things tidy down there. I wouldn't say she'd go so far as to wax (not sure if anyone remembers the episode with the "painless" wax strips or not) but she at the very least keeps everything trimmed back. It's more of a personal preference than it is for her partner, so I'm not sure how willing she'd be to let it grow out. Assuming you guys have been together for a while, she may skip shaving in the shower, but she won't let it grow out too much. Her pubes are the same dark color as her hair is, if not slightly darker.

Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be pretty romantic when she wants to be, especially when she's set the mood beforehand. Anniversarys, birthdays, any sort of special occaison like that will have her finding the perfect lingerie set to wear for later that night when you finally get home and have the place to yourselves.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She can and will always make time to masturbate if she really needs to. One thing about her is you do not want to get on her bad side when she's sexually frustrated with no way to let it out. If she has to kick everybody out of her apartment long enough for her to get some relief, then she will, and no one bothers to protest because an angry Monica is a scary Monica.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I'm a firm believer that she has some sort of a praise kink from the way she was overlooked by her parents and treated in high school. She always has to be the best at everything she does, and to hear validation from you that she's making you feel good and doing well at whatever it is that she's doing boosts her confidence (and her sex drive).

Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is obviously the most ideal place to have sex, but I really don't think she'd be against having sex in a more revealing place. As we've seen from the show, she's not above slipping into an empty room in a public setting for a quickie if need be. The thrill of getting caught outweighs most of the risks, in her opinion.

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? When you clean or organize something and do a good job at it. There's nothing worse to her than a messy apartment, so if you ever do her the favor of managing to clean in the way she likes it's such a massive turn-on for her. Another one is praising, like I said earlier. If you ever compliment her on a dish that she's made really well or the way she's cleaned you're basically giving her an invitation for sex. You'll see her pupils dilate before she pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

No (something they won't do, turn offs)

Degradation, from you or her. It goes back to her insecurities about never being good enough, and it makes her question her worth to have someone call her names, even in a scene. This goes for her degrading you too, by the way. She just can't bring herself to be mean to you in that way during sex, even if you've given her the go ahead and established a safe word.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This is another one of those things that she stresses about and practices until she's the best at it. And by the best, I mean the absolute best. Regardless of whatever you have going on in your pants or down betwen your legs, she's going to be really good at pleasing you with her mouth and tongue. In terms of whether she prefers giving or receiving, she actually doesn't have much of a preference. It all depends on the situation for her, and who made the first move.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She could be either depending on the mood set. If it's a more romantic night or you're celebrating something, she's much slower, choosing to take her time. However, if you've sneaked away for a quickie obviously she's going to be faster and maybe a little rough. One thing that's certain is that she always makes sure to check that you're comfortable with the pace before continuing.

Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As a professional chef, she already has a lot of stuff on her plate, so it's safe to say quickies don't bother her and are actually one of her preferred methods of getting off. Long and slow sessions don't typically happen unless one or both of you planned for it ahead of time, so it's not uncommon for you to have a quickie whenever you get the chance.

Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She takes a reasonable amount of risks. She doesn't have any qualms about having sex in a semi-public location, and she's open to trying new things if you're up for it.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If it's a quickie or if she's had to wait a while for relief, she probably won't last very long, but she'll most likely be up for another round soon after. In fact, she has pretty good stamina in general, usually able to go for several rounds before stopping. You're more likely to tap out before her.

Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few different toys. A regular sized vibrator, a bullet vibrator for whenever she needs something small for out of town, and maybe a risque pair of handcuffs hidden away somewhere. Depending on your personal preference, she'll use them on either you or her, and if you ever want to try something specific then she'd be more than happy to (discreetly) order it for you.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a whole lot, but sometimes she'll wear a dress that's more revealing when you guys go out to eat dinner and the like. She doesn't like to tease you as much as you'd think because she doesn't like the feeling of having a ton of pent-up sexual energy with nothing to do with it.

Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, she can be loud. She'll restrain herself if you absolutely need to be quiet, but if not then she's not bothering to hold anything back. Pants, moans, groans- with her, you always know whether you're doing well or not, because her sounds will dictate it.

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Honestly? I could see her being into feederism, which is basically when you get off on feeding other people/being fed by another person. She most likely wouldn't have a preference on who does which, whether it's her feeding you or you feeding her. In fact, she might even want the two of you to feed each other at the same time. It's almost a way for her to pay homage to her old self while comfortably entertaining the idea of her healthily gaining a few extra pounds and keeping them.

X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

She definitely has stretch marks (yeah I said it). There's several all along her body, including her boobs, thighs, and stomach. Most of them are pretty faded due to how old they are and how long it's been since she's lost weight, but if you ever compliment them or gently trace your fingers along them when you're laying in bed together she'll melt and propose to you on the spot. She's joking, don't worry (for the most part, anyway).

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not extremely high, but I could see her wanting to have sex at least once or twice a week, maybe more if the two of you aren't busy for once. Again, she doesn't like having to wait for too long if she's in the mood. That's not to say she'd ever pressure you into having sex, because she wouldn't, it just means if you're unavailable for sex or just don't want to have it she has to get some time for herself to take care of the issue, otherwise she's going to explode.

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes her a little bit, especially if she has the nagging urge to immediately get up and change the sheets. Pillow talk is one of her favorite times to have deep, intimate conversations, so she'd love to do that with you if you're up for it, but she understands if you're too tired.

End notes: it's kind of embarrassing just how quickly I wrote this

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For the tans winter maiden jaune au, think we can get a snippet of him meeting with Nora? Does he start using she/her pronouns by then or is he still mostly repressing everything and using he/him?

First of all, it’s not a repression thing. I cannot stress enough that Jaune’s pronouns are he/him. Being a woman doesn’t change that. Like I said before, it took this long for his egg to crack because he feels no discomfort in using he/him to refer to himself. He is a bisexual girl who uses he/him

That being said, I’ll do my best :]

Fair warning, I got VERY carried away

Jaune’s been acting weird since he got back.

Well duh Nora, of course he’s been weird. He’s been trapped in another dimension for gods know how long with nobody to talk to. And he’s apparently a fairy tale character, from a book popular enough that even HER mom had time to read it as a bedtime story before abandoning her.

Good times.

He’s the Winter Maiden.

She’s the Winter Maiden. He? She? They? Do the rules of that even apply anymore now that even Ozpin doesn’t know what’s going on and her family met the mother of the gods?

And how did it even happen? All she knows is her leader is back with flames from blue eyes and Jaune refuses to talk about it. So does the rest of RWBY. Well, to an extent.

The death of the Winter Maiden was something that got brought up immediately, especially since no Penny came through the portal and Winter showed up with Qrow and the Ace Ops. Everyone assumed that Penny was dead, but nobody knew who got the powers.

And then RWBY returns from the dead with a flame-eyed Jaune and an impossible story. They all dance around the question in meetings. It was Cinder’s fault, they all say, and Nora believes them. But they also all glance at Jaune whose hand is tight on the hilt of Crocea Mors.

Nora is many things, but she’s not oblivious. A ditz, sure, over-exuberant, definitely. But unobservant she is not. Jaune was involved in Penny’s death. How, she doesn’t know, but she recognizes the haunted look in those eyes from dark nights in Mistral. No amount of years could dull that.

Ren has taken his turn looking through their leader, and apparently Jaune is fine. Or at least as fine as can be expected. And Nora trusts him. She trusts him more than he trusts herself these days.

But there’s still something. Something in Jaune’s eyes when they land on her, a flicker of something she can’t recognize. Or wishes she couldn’t.

Blame. Guilt. Pain. Emotions that have never been directed towards her from Jaune. Flames from blue eyes, twenty years alone, a trauma she knows nothing about.

She doesn’t know who Jaune is anymore.

And it’s that realization that pushes her to find Jaune and talk in person.

“Jaune? Can I come in?” Nora knocks on the door. The Nora-Of-Before would’ve just barged in without thinking. There’s a lot of things Nora-Of-Before wouldn’t have bothered to think about.

“‘Course, door’s open.” Jaune is sitting on the bed that’s shared with Oscar, adjusting the straps on the shoulders of the armor. “Hey, Nora. Did you need something?”

“What do I call you now?” Wow, great going, Nora. Just blurt it out.

Jaune blinks and looks up at her, visibly confused. “Um… Jaune?” Blue eyes glance over her face. “Unless something changed that I don’t know about?”

Something did change, she wants to scream. You changed. You changed and you can’t even see it because it happened when nobody was around to point it out. You were alone and vulnerable and it’s all my fault.

“Can I sit down?” she asks instead. Jaune slides over immediately, shoving the armor onto the pillow to make room for her. “Jaune, we need to talk.”

“Okay. Shoot.”

“I need to get something out of the way first of all.” She looks her leader straight in the eyes. “What do I call you now?”

“Jaune. Nora I don’t-“

“No no not that,” she waves away. “Not your name, I know your name.”

Jaune chuckles. “You’d be the first.” Short, sweet, ladies love it. The whole world knows them now. Not as much as Ruby, but still. Nora can’t fathom how Jaune deals with the world knowing the fairytale title more than the name from the broadcast.

“It’s just… So much has happened, and you don’t have to tell me all of it or any of it-” The words are tumbling out of her before she knows it, before she can stop them. “-but clearly so much has happened and you’re like family to me, and I’m sorry about what happened, I’m so sorry, but-”

“Woah woah woah, slow down.” Jaune grabs her hands. Dammit, she was rambling. This is about Jaune being hurt, and here she is rambling. “C’mere.” Jaune slides her over and plops a head of white streaked curls down on her head. She can feel Jaune’s voice rumble. “You can talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I just… I don’t think I know you anymore.” And dammit why is her voice so small. She’s supposed to be the strong one. Gods, how does Jaune do this?!

Jaune doesn’t answer for the longest time, and for her it’s like having her worst fears confirmed. You’re right, you don’t know me, her leader’s silence seems to say.

“I don’t think I know myself anymore,” Jaune says eventually. “I was the Burning Knight. I still am, I guess.” There’s a pause, and Nora leans into the ratty sweatshirt Neptune lent. “I don’t really know who I am without the fairytale. It’s hard to explain.”

I don’t actually know who I am without Ren. “No… I think I get it,” Nora says. “Ren and I have been spending time apart since you…” Died. Since you died, and we buried you, and I couldn’t bring back help. But Jaune isn’t dead, she can feel the tickle of blonde curls on her forehead and the warmth through the hoodie. “I wanted to figure out who I am. I’m still working on that, but I think I get it.”

Jaune hmms.

“I’m the Winter Maiden.” It’s so matter of fact that Nora had to remind herself that Jaune’s had decades to get used to the idea. “but I still feel like Jaune Arc. I think… I think I’m a girl, but I still feel like a man.” And Nora has to admit, she’s shocked by how quickly Jaune admitted that. Other dimension therapy must be bonkers.

“So who are you?”

Another chuckle, this one failing to hide the hurt. “If you only knew how many times I failed to answer that question.”

More silence. Less stifling.

“I think… I think I’m still me.” And Nora can hear the relief. How long has her leader been dealing with identity and self all alone? Did it start in fairytale land, or did she just miss the signs? “I’m the Maiden, and I’m a girl, but I still feel like a guy.”

“Oh yeah?” Nora shifts so she can look at Jaune’s face. Blonde hair streaked with white over blue eyes. The eyes are still the same. “So you’re a woman? Like May?”

Jaune grimaces, thumps back down on her shoulder. “Girl feels right, woman doesn’t. I don’t feel… grown enough for woman.” Nora nods. Young, then old, then young again. Enough time has been stolen, it makes sense that Jaune’s had enough of being grown.

“So you’re my sister now, not my brother?” Nora asks.

She feels Jaune curl around her, long arms holding her like a teddy bear. “I don’t think I know who I am if I’m not your brother. Or Ren’s. Or Ruby, or Oscar’s.”

Who is Nora Valkyrie if she isn’t part of Ren and Nora? “It’s just a part of you,” she murmurs. How many Winter Maidens is she going to lead down this path before she reaches the end herself? “Don’t forget about the rest.”

“The rest of me feels like a guy,” Jaune replies immediately. “Not a man, not a hero just… just a guy. Or a girl. ” She can almost hear the smile behind the words. “A friend.”

“So, what do I call you now?”

“What do I call you?” Jaune shoots the question back at her. “Who are you?” And that’s not fair, ‘cause she hasn’t had two decades to work on this, she’s only had two months. And most of that time was filled up with grieving.

Although, with the white-streaks in blonde hair and the haunted look in blue eyes, Jaune probably spent the two decades similarly.

“I don’t think I know,” Nora admits.

“Me neither,” Jaune sighs. “I should probably talk to May about this. She’s the expert.”

“Probably.”

“Who do you want to be?” And the way Jaune says it, the question clearly means something. Something locked up in fairytale land and the lost years spent there.

But it’s an interesting question.

“I want to be someone who’s there for her friends,” she says. A golden portal and knuckles and throat bleeding under the force of desperation. “Someone whose friends know that she’ll fight the battles they can’t, and laugh and cry with them afterwards.”

“Sounds like you want to be Nora.”

It does, doesn’t it? “Who do you want to be?”

“I want to be someone who can help people,” Jaune says. A gleaming shield and a shattered blade, glowing hands meant to comfort and heal. “The kind of guy who can say “Everything’s gonna be alright, I’m here to help,” and people believe him.”

“Sounds like you want to be Jaune,” Nora quips back at her leader, and receives a weak laugh in response.

Him. Jaune said him.

“Do you still want to be a him? You’re a girl who feels like a guy.” She leans back against Jaune’s chest, snuggling into the warmth there. “Whatever you say, I’ll still love you.”

Silence. Nora feels Jaune shift awkwardly, sees calloused fingers pull at borrowed hoodie sleeves in front of her. “Is that like… allowed?” Theres a shocking amount of vulnerability in her leader’s voice. Like her answer will decide the rest of the future.

Oh Jaune.

There’s an immortal witch trying to kill us, time travel is apparently real, and you’re a fairy tale character. Who cares what’s allowed? It’s what she wants to say. It’s what she’s thinking. But cradling Jaune’s bleeding heart in her hands, and knowing better than she knows her name how important the opinion of her leader’s friends are, she stays quiet.

Nora looks up. Blue eyes, full of shadow and doubt. But still Jaune’s. “It’s very allowed.”

And his smile is like the sun.

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I will never actually write this because it was too sad (even for me and my angsty skills...)

A while ago, I came up with the idea to write a really sad fic about the turtles. Duh.

A goal with all my fics is to have a moment where I make the audience cry, or at the very least get emotional. And this was no exception. It’s a personal challenge for me, to see if I can get my audience truly invested. But, I also need my fics to have a PURPOSE. So, if I was gonna write a sad and angsty fic, I needed a way to bring it to a moral or happy ending, to show a reason why the characters went through what they did, rather than just have a story for story's sake. So, I went about coming up with a synopsis for a story that showed how to deal with grief and guilt and hopelessness. But after several months of writing and ideas, I realized that it simply wasn't working out. The story wasn't just sad or angsty, it was utterly depressing. The message of hope even after death wasn't pulling through... and in addition, I got worried that the massive amounts of despair in the story were going to be detrimental to my mental health, if not also for the readers. Thusly, I scrapped the plot.

So fair warning, the stuff you're about to read is very emotional and kinda dark...

Naw I ain’t playing, turn back now while you have the chance.

CW: LOTS. OF. DEATH. Major illness, disintegration, intrusive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, even a suicide attempt.

I was even in the process of making cover art for it (which I do for all my fics lol)

The fic literally starts out with a note from April (the narrator), explaining that she documented everything and warns the reader that this story does not have a happy ending. It takes place about a week after the invasion, and the family was having a rough time. Mikey's hands were absolutely scorched, Donnie's immune system was shot and he seemed to be getting ill, Raph was having constant panic attacks, and Leo wasn't getting better from his injuries. To top it all off, a new government branch was setting up camp in NYC and interrogating people about the events of the Krang attack. April had narrowly escaped but figured the Earth Protection Force would come back for her. Meanwhile, Leo’s injuries weren’t healing like they should have and he was getting worse… Eventually the family caved and asked for help from Agent Bishop and the EPF, but after some doctors and scientists took a look at Leo… they realized there was nothing anyone could do. They’d waited too long. Leo was not going to make it, and all they could do was make him comfortable for a few hours before he... yeah. So everyone said their goodbyes, and I actually have some snippets of dialogue written down and it makes me cry every time. Donnie had the worst reaction, upset by Leo's peace with the situation and devastated by his loss, believing that he never showed his appreciation and love for his twin as much as he should have. Leo attempts to comfort Donnie, but eventually tells him to "get over it". A few hours later, Leo dies in his sleep, and the room erupts into grief and panic and chaos until Donnie, in his pure anger, punches a hole through the heart monitor and leaves. Leo is given a viking send-off in the Hidden City, and afterwards, April asks what they are supposed to do now. Donnie angrily repeats Leo's last insight: get over it. April goes home, and after her parents ask her how her day was… she bursts into tears.

Several weeks later, Mikey tries to get Donnie and Raph to talk about their feelings, but they both refuse. Mikey himself is having issues, his hands not healing quickly and he wonders if he will ever be able to make a work of art again. He manages to get Donnie to admit his guilt of not being there for Leo and still holding anger and resentment towards his twin for sacrificing himself and dying. Mikey suggests that he speak with Raph, but Donatello refuses. Later, during an attack, Raph was knocked out and Donnie collapsed from his illness, which he had been hiding. Mikey realizes that it's left to him and uses his mystic powers to portal his brothers to safety, at the cost of his own life. Mikey comes to terms with this, believing that what he did was his mangum opus, and he feels no pain as he vanishes, greeted by Leo in the afterlife.

Donatello and Raphael mourn the loss of two brothers, and Donnie finally talks with Raph about his grief over Leo’s death (in honour of Dr. Feelings’ memory). However, his declining health is brought to light and Donnie is placed in quarantine. Casey Jr. identifies his illness as a common Krang disease, one his mother died of, and the group work overtime to create the cure. Raph stays with his last sibling and keeps him company. Donnie gets more and more sick, and one night while April and Casey are working with Agent Bishop to finalize the antidote, Donnie's fever worsens and he sleepwalks, hallucinating Mikey and Leo's return and them comforting Donnie and telling him that the others will be alright in his absence. Donnie senses that his time is almost up. Raph finds him but doesn't understand what Donnie is seeing or who he is talking to, and takes him back to bed. April and Casey finally finish the cure and rush home, hoping to make it back in time, but find Raph asleep by Donnie's bedside… Donnie having just succumbed to his illness a few hours prior.

Raph is left as the last one alive, dealing with extreme survivors' guilt for outliving his brothers and blames himself for their deaths. April tries to comfort him, Splinter, and Casey. (Casey notes that history seems to be repeating itself in reverse order— that while in the alternate timeline Raph died first and Leo last, the opposite has been happening here, and Casey fears that Raph might actually die somehow very soon.) Meanwhile, Raphael tries to atone for his guilt by overdoing the vigilante work on his own. Eventually he decides that it isn't enough, he can never atone, and he misses his brothers too much… so he writes a note to April and emails it to her, then goes to the Hidden City to pick a fight with Heinous Green... and let him win. April receives the email and she and the others rush to save Raph, who at this point has already found Heinous Green and is letting him beat the ever-loving life out of him. Halfway through, however, he realizes what he is doing and that his brothers would not want this for him, but it's too late... April and Casey find Raph near death and attempt to save him, but he goes unconscious from his injuries.

While April, Casey, Splinter and Draxum work to heal Raph's wounds and revive him, Raphael dreams of the afterlife, meeting up with his brothers and apologizing for everything. They comfort him, yet also explain that he has to wake up soon; and how April, Casey, and Splinter still need him. Raphael asks if he can stay, to which they promise that he will be okay without them and someday they will see each other again; that they aren’t mad at him for their deaths, but that he cannot speed up their meeting. Raph agrees to go home, to which they all say how proud they are of him. Raphael wakes up with his family around him, relieved that he survived. Later that night, he and April have a discussion where she scolds and berates him for trying to leave them, saying that she had no one left. He admits his actions and apologizes and promises to get better.

In an epilogue, April explains that it has been a full year since Raph’s injuries, and he is doing much better. The Hidden City made a memorial for the three lost brothers in honour of their sacrifices. Casey Jones Jr. has been doing better as well, though he will often have nights of panic and moments of grief that only Raph can get him through. Agent Bishop works with Raphael and Casey to keep the city safe from mutant attacks, and they work to create a new team, hinting to characters like Mona Lisa, Venus De Milo/Frida Kahlo, Leatherhead, and other characters from the comic series. April ends by stating that at the beginning, she said the story did not have a happy ending. She stands by this, stating that the story has not ended and will continue for as long as they live, and that she does her best to remember her friends and keep going on, not for their sake, but for her own. And that one day, she will see them again.

And as if THAT wasn't heart-wrenching enough, I also planned a short after-story of how something like 80 years later, The Hamato ghosts get ready to welcome Raph into the afterlife, showing Leo preparing a house for him and Mikey decorating and Donnie gardening.

So yeah this is the most depressing and heartbreaking thing I've ever written, and I ACTUALLY SPARED YOU FROM THE DIALOGUE I HAD WRITTEN TOO

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Yeah buddy, I'd want some time alone too after that full-blown verbal holy war Kendrick Lamar dragged your ass with. Kinda shit that makes you need to stop and reflect on your life choices. Drake is back and he is straight-up pulling a Crane Wife hot on the heels of Stussy putting words to some interesting concepts we've seen.

It's been a while, so for a refresher I care a lot about X Drake coming back around because we dangled his report on Wano as a Chekov's Gun way back at the start of Egghead. If he's the one to open up a reinterpretation of Wano...Drake's scenes overlap with Kiku/Izo's a fair amount. So once again, hot on the heels of Stussy speaking that potential baggage aloud here's Drake playing very nice as a followup. Drake, Stussy, Marco. That was the trio I was looking for in this pseudo-anthology's third side story. Speaking of...

It's been a while. Always had nascent ideas about the idea Zoro busts out an attack called Rashomon with Kuma way back when. Of course I've made plenty of mentions of the film reference. Even if you haven't seen it you've seen the story structure. Three POVs on the same event, the real magic is in stitching the truth together out of three unreliable narrators. Marco's perfect to spell it all out as the sorta "framing device" between Wano & Egghead.

It's hard to tell week-to-week what we'll do with this one, but I think we can see what our trio is for Egghead:

First we step away to see a collection of side stories, end on filing in the truth of Sabo/Vivi in Reverie. This though obscured what happened in the lab.

Next we give Bonney a whirl through her backstory with Kuma, where he'll both be a bit of an unreliable narrator and also rewrite some events we've seen prior through giving his POV. When we return we reiterate last night was a gap and add the mystery pile of food for Luffy.

Vegapunk's Broadcast, duh. It was more of a distraction while we saw some relation to the main plot but it still fits the bill. We've done Stussy, we're getting Drake, if you do loop Marco in than it's a way to complete the ASL theme with an Ace connection too. And don't sleep on the York focus here either.

Of course, we'll need to see the next few chapters to really evaluate that. Each one have had their content that raises questions, unreliable narrators and oddball tropes like that. But let's get back to this chapter, there was a cool running line in there I liked:

I could riff on Koby, Grus, & Kujaku getting a bit meta here but I'll save that until I know the next few steps. Kujaku gets to shine a lil more in this SWORD segment as the one checking on Drake but her line here gets a lot more interesting when Bluegrass & Doll have a similar mindset attacking the giants. Bluegrass especially encouraging the young ones to step up and become a star. Makes me think a lot about our OP for the anime adaptation The end of the dream, the end of the sea...but first we have to make a shining legend of ourselves.

It's just funny to me one could interpret the lyrics to "Us" as a threat this arc maybe will break the direction I've long hoped it would is all I'm saying. Let's bring this all home with the main highlight of the chapter though.

It's not just the stinger, the Gorosei seemed a little shocked their first hits on Robonosuke stopped everything. York is relieved but recall last time we talked about her theory that's where the antenna snail was hiding was just that, a theory.

Type of thing that could go either way and either option could have a lot of ways of unfolding. That said...this is a perfect ending if some unknown force is about to take advantage of these gaps to justify being in prime position to hijack the broadcast. Kinda feels like it'd be a cop out to have Robonosuke hanging around this whole time just to get smacked around a little. Still very, very excited for this next stint.

[dipplin-daycare]

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About us...

Starting with the basics... We're three brazilian young adults and we all love pokemon We're also a T4T polycule and been together for around a year at this point(and we're not looking for romantic relationships here), we all have some background with the agere community and agree that we prefer to not be a part of any specific community and just treat regression as an individual thing (non-community)

I'm Leaf! I'm 21 and go by they/them. I'm a caregiver and care for both my partners whom I love very much <3. That aside, I'm a leafeon therian and sometimes I pet regress to a fox or cat Even though I'm not an age regressor I still deal with a fair amount of anxiety, OCD, dissociation and I'm neurodivergent Currently majoring pedadogy and I dream of working as a educator or school counselor, I have a fair amount of knowledge on sociology and neuropsychology as well. I'm also a pokemon fanatic, shiny hunter, and I love everything nintendo (Splatoon and Kirby are my other favorite franchises), roguelike and metroidvania games and TTRPGs. I enjoy collecting stuff and I'm very fond of lizards (snakes included!) My favorite pokemon is leafeon (and hydrapple) and I'd be a grass type trainer/gym leader

I'm Rosabella, Rosa for short! I'm 20 and my pronouns are she/they/fae I'm a flip, that is, sometimes I'm my partner Blu's caregiver and sometimes my other partner Leaf is my caregiver! My little age is around 4-8, I started regressing recently and so far I love the idea of getting to live the ideal childhood I've never had. I'm a puppy regressor too, a pomski to be more specific I'm a DID system and switch between using we/us and I/me, I'm also autistic+ADHD and HoH. Because of that I'm very invested in disabled and Deaf/HoH rights activism I love pokémon (duh) Scarlet/Violet have been my favorite games so far! I also like Animal Crossing, nostalgic toys, The Owl House, Amphibia, Adventure Time, OTGW, and similar cartoons. And I love anything magical girls!! My favorite pokémon is the hatenna evolution line and I'd be a psychic type gym leader!

I'm Blu, I'm 20 years old and go by he/they and occasionally it/its I'm a regressor and my two primaries act as my caregivers. My regressed age fluctuates from a little toddler to an edgy teen. I also heavily relate to birds, am a bird regressor and a swablu therian(that's where my name came from lol) I have OSDD1a, though I strictly refer to myself as singular person (I/me), I'm also autistic and physically disabled Majoring geography and specializing in meteorology, loooove storm spotting and retro videogames (my partners might disagree on that but I think the best pokemon games are the early ones + spin offs). Be sure that I know and have played the most obscure nintendo and sonic spin-offs My favorite pokemon is obviously swablu/altaria (murkrow is a close second) and I'd be a flying type trainer. That's it.

dipplin sprite by RetroNC

[ass-deep-in-demons]

I love Domhall Gleeson so much, you have no idea!!! 😱😍😭❤️ I was already super interested in your wonderfully conceived Derufin before, and now I'm even more determined to bring him into my AU with a significant role! With your permission, of course!

I know he's technically canon, but the character is one of those blank slates that makes him practically an OC (in my view, anyway). When you have the time, could you please give me an info dump of everything you've created for him, as much as you are comfortable sharing? If you don't mind! :)

And speaking of fancasting, is his father Duinhir played by Brendan Gleeson by any chance? 😂

PS. Have fun with BG3! I haven't played it myself, but my sister spent a solid amount of time being lost to that game too. So I understand the fixation. 😂

Thank you so much for sending this ask @sotwk! And thank you for your infinite patience, unfortunately my new job has been hectic so I've had to delay forming a replay, but HERE WE GO!

The second I read your idea about Brendan Gleeson being Duinhir it immediately became my canon also <3.

There are some things about the Derufin/Morwen/Boromir triangle that I've cut out from Under Our Darkening Skies.

"When Lady Morwen had first arrived in Minas Tirith, she had wasted no time to approach Boromir and subtly prodded him on his designs regarding marriage. He was, after all, the most sought after bachelor in Gondor. A bachelor still, in his late thirties, to his father’s eternal chagrin. In response, the Steward’s Heir equally gently had let slip that he had not been planning to take a wife, and she had quickly pranced off to the greener pastures that the City offered."

Because of Morwen initially setting her sights on Boromir (I mean duh), Derufin is still to this day reluctant to make his feelings for her known. He thinks Morwen still prefers Boromir. In reality Morwen's making a pass on Boromir back then had been dictated more by her youthful ambition than any real feelings for him or even any genuine regard. So, Derufin, grow a pair and just ask her out already!!!

Some more trivia:

Derufin's older brother Duilin is prone to brooding and melancholy while Derufin is the funny, carefree one.

Derufin's love for Lady Morwen is rivalled only by his love for his finely made and custom-decorated yew longbow - a gift from Lord Steward given for Derufin's knighting. He has, of course, named the bow after the Lady. Boromir groans loudly whenever he's reminded of it. Derufin is so so so cringe about his bow but also INSANELY good at archery.

Derufin is one of the few people who know about Boromir's fling with the Archivist. He found out accidentally (and has been wishing to erase the image from his brain ever since).

Derufin is actually not the only member of Boromir and Faramir's friend group from their youth. The "pack", aside from Boromir, Faramir, Derufin and Duilin, also included Hirluin the Fair (nicknamed Pretty Boy by Derufin). Faramir befriended Hirluin when he squired in under Hador, the Lord of Pinnath Gelin. Hirluin (who has as of 3018 TE succeeded his late father) is a ladies man and a party animal, so his friendship with Faramir is an unlikely one. However, their bond is strong because of the shared memories from their youth.

I dread what will become of these babies during the Battle of Pelennor. Just know that I am out od my mind and I can promise nothing :D

[hyog-blog]

Wonderland of Love

Today the dash reminded me of one of the steamiest and hottest historical war cdramas that is pure fun, delicious flirting, and two main leads exploding into sparky fireworks of mutual attraction the minute they see each other. It's one of my favorite performances by Xu Kai (apart from Arsenal Military Academy which is still THE BEST one). The man is a very good actor and is perfect for the romantic genre, but this whole cdrama just let him have so much fun with this youthful, daring, and dashing character who is very capable and too smart for his own good (but doesn't want to get into the whole shitty palace power-play, and I get you boy, no one ever wants that stuff, just go play warrior with your boys and a pretty girl). He has quite a bit of character development and the plot is fast-paced with lots of cool fighting scenes. There is literally not a single boring thing about this drama!

For me, this was The Double of 2023 in terms of steamy-hot romance and amazing on-screen performances, although this drama does focus on romance much more. It's that rare case when the actors just click both on screen and in real life, looking like a perfect match in every regard. On-screen couples, they either have it or they don't, that X Factor or whatever you call it. Well, this couple was definitely one of the best ones in regards to love/relationship development, which was the opposite of a slow-burner, or at least, the plot was so action-packed that they got to see each other often and the ML would never miss an opportunity to woo his girl or sneak into her bedroom at night (hehe). Flirty and straightforward.

The girl (Cui Lin, played by the mesmerizing Jing Tian) was also amazing in this one - a powerful fighter, a brilliant strategist, the daughter of a famous general, and a cunning little fox who most of the time was a few steps ahead of the ML, but was rarely left behind. And unlike him, who stubbornly resisted being dragged into the royal shenanigans, she understood that it was quite unavoidable, plus - she wanted him to get all that power because he was one of the good guys, who could actually make a difference, make everything better somehow.

But being a good AND a smart guy, he didn't want to have anything to do with it unless he really really had to. The couple had quite a bit of drama around him taking the responsibility and becoming the Crown Prince (which also meant they both would be locked inside the palace they kind of hated if they did get married). It was twisted, it was fun to watch, and they did manage to work around that in the end (the finale was also incredibly satisfying, with no open endings and that kind of stuff).

There's also a slightly weird obsessive-possesive love scenario with the FL's not-actually-brother who goes off rails to have her no matter what, up to the point that he betrays his whole country (because, duh, she's smart AND pretty), to keep things fresh between the two leads so that they don't get too lovey-dovey with each other, heh))

I just wanted to mention this sweet historic cdrama here as well - it's perfect for everyone who loves good fighting scenes, smart characters, plotting, loads of flirting, good acting, pretty leads, and a fair amount of steaminess. 100% rewatchable. Do watch it if you haven't already!

[springfallendeer]

Vampire AU - Lore

I went ahead and wrote up all of the lore I could think of for my Vampire AU. Just a fair warning, its a LONG read. 6k+ words. Under a read more because duh.

There is technically some NSFW content in this as it describes a few things like Vampire genitals, murder, miscarriage, and sexual things in some amount.

VAMPIRE AU

Background: This is a world in which Gods exist. Born alongside the very fabric of reality, these entities were tasks with the unfathomable burdens of maintaining the balance of everything. Every concept or tangible aspect of life can be tied back to the work of some form of God. Some of them docile. Some of them hostile. Some of them well known and established. Others known only in theory due to their reclusive nature. They are timeless by human comparison. Insanely powerful and incredibly important. Their very existence requires in order to assure the survival of reality as it is known.

They are immortal, but they are not deathless. They are powerful, but not without means of being defeated. Their status capable of being stripped away from them and granted to others, either willingly or through the use of force.

The origin of the Celestial brothers stems from the destruction of a God and the subsequent need to replace it.

The previous God of the Cosmos was a great and powerful entity, but it was a wrathful and violent one. It would go from world to world, bringing with it all manner of chaos and destruction. The purpose of this Deity was to maintain the countless untold balances of space and time. The rise and fall of life on every inhabitable planet, the creation of new planets, the destruction of old planets, the births and the deaths of stars, and so much more were all under its direction, but not under its absolute control. The old God was meant to act as a powerful guide that would dictate the flow of calm and chaos through all of space and time.

Whether this job eventually drove it mad or not, the entity was as malicious as it was powerful. When it arrived at Earth, it may as well have brought with it an extinction event. Its massive frame towered over even the tallest of trees and its body a construct not easily comprehended by the inhabitants of the world.

Balls of molten rock rained from the sky. The sky burned red as the Deity willed the protective ozone layer of the world to be eaten away. The lava beneath the crust of the Earth bubbled and boiled with enthusiasm. The arrival of the Cosmic God brought with it the promise of annihilation. Not just for humanity, but for all of life on Earth as it was known.

The desperation for survival brought with it a dire need to eliminate the threat. Genuinely, it is not known how any one man succeeded at striking down the malicious Deity. Be it a stroke of luck or sheer unwillingness to die despite any horrific injuries endured, it does not matter. All that matters is the fact that that God fell.

The Cosmic God was slaughtered. Brutally murdered by one desperate man in hopes of bringing salvation to his people. But in his desperate desire to save, he unwittingly brought the promise of greater destruction. With no God to rule the Cosmos, the apocalypse of all life would prove inevitable. When the destruction did not immediately stop but instead grew worse from the aimless chaos of a reality without guidance, a new act of desperation was taken.

That lone man took up the burden of the Cosmic God. He hastily consumed of its flesh and blood, devouring its power. While the corpse proved more than any mortal body could stomach, he still succeeded in taking what needed to be attained. He shouldered the burden of a God and all of the horrors that came with it, but was further cursed by the spite of the dead Deity to punish him for his actions.

His humanity was stripped from him. His body warped and changed into something corrupted by the basis of the power that he had stolen. To condemn him for his actions; selfish in the eyes of the executed God; he was made to bear a curse that would end only with his own destruction. The humans which he sought to protect were doomed to become his source of sustenance. Cursed to forever crave the blood and flesh of humanity as retribution for having dared to consume the blood and flesh of a God.

In his madness, he shared his curse with two others. Two brothers, by blood or by virtue, forced to also partake cursed of blood and flesh. Made into Celestial Deities doomed to crave the blood and flesh of humanity. Gods made Vampire out of spite as life faded from the corpse of the fallen Deity.

There followed centuries of horror as this trio of freshly created Deities struggled to satiate their horrible desires. Countless human lives were lost. How humanity evaded extinction is unknown. These new Gods established themselves as something just as vile and evil as the Deity that had been destroyed in order to create them. This was damage to their reputations that could never be genuinely undone without isolation and the passage of time.

When the madness faded, the trio of Deities retreated. Bearing equal parts the burden of the Cosmos, the three secluded themselves far beyond the reach of human settlement. To hide from the shame of the horrific things that they had done. To wait for the passage of time to ideally erase them from history. Only ever leaving to tend to deal to the other problems born of the destruction of the old God.

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Celestial Vampires: A trio of Deities created to replace the previous Cosmic God. These Deities share the unfathomable burden of overseeing the balance of the Cosmos, each bearing an equal portion of the crippling weight of the responsibility.

These Deities bear the curse of Vampirism as punishment for the slaughter of the previous God. This curse instills into them a desire to consume mortal flesh and drink human blood. As they were once human, the blood and flesh they crave the most is human. The true purpose of the curse is to make them suffer for choices that were made. A God was killed and devoured by people, for the sake of protecting people. There is no punishment more fitting than a punishment that would make the new Deities harm the very same creatures that they sought to protect. Such was the curse created from the seething rage of the previous Cosmic God as it fell before the hands of humanity.

Though they cannot die if they fail to do so, the Deities will become afflicted by a horrible madness that will drive them to satisfy these cravings. In these fits of madness, they will haphazardly mutilate, kill, and even torture the people that wind up being used to satisfy themselves. They will become as cruel and unfeeling as the very being that was destroyed in order to create them. Previous failures to properly satiate their cravings has resulted in multiple incidents of humans being callously slaughtered, which further adds to the guilt of the Deities.

These new Cosmic Gods are heavily feared and despised. They are worshiped only because that is what humans are expected to do. They are given offerings not out of respect, but out of fear. The Deities in turn go out of their way to maintain distance from humanity. They have taken residence in an isolated space that is not easy to access, to discourage visitors. There they remain. Immortal and isolated. Venturing out only to tend to duties pertaining to governing their subjects or satisfying their accursed cravings.

Like the lesser Vampires born as a side effect of the previous God’s death, their bodies have been warped and twisted by untold forces. Their human appearances are all but gone, replaced is traits that make them better resemble entities of the Cosmos. Their skin is bitter cold while their insides burn with the heat of stars. Their blood glows. Their eyes mirror the celestial bodies which orbit the Earth. However, this change in appearance is not believed to be an additional side effect of the Vampiric Curse, but a side effect of having absorbed the powers of a Cosmic God.

Strangely, many of their sexual or biological defining traits have changed. They lack nipples. Their genitals have been tucked away inside of an orifice that could be compared to a mock cloaca. This gives them a seemingly doll like appearance when stripped of clothing, further stripping them of their previous human forms.

Additionally, their genitals have taken on an appearance quite different from humans. No longer a basic human penis, but a long phallus that would better resemble the arm of an octopus, minus the suction cups. This peculiar phallus is even prehensile, and can be freely moved about. The lack any sort of noticeable testicles, inside or out. If there is an explanation behind these bizarre changes, then the Deities have not provided it. Namely because such details are rather private.

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Vampires: Creatures cursed to crave the blood and flesh of mortals, most specifically humans. They have their origins in humanity, but have been stripped of many basic human traits. The Cosmic Gods are the original bearers of this curse, but it has spread to afflict those uninvolved in the murder of the former God.

Vampires are most well known for their frozen skin and burning insides, as well as their cravings for human flesh and blood. Most satisfy these urges on blood alone, with the initial bite into the flesh satisfying the urge to consume it. What is lesser known are the varied traits found among the Vampires.

Vampires have branched out into three distinct factions as a result of their diverse traits. These three distinct branches each specifically follow the leadership of one of the three Celestial Deities. Eclipse, Sun, and Moon. Those who fall into a specific faction will generally best resemble the Deity associated with that faction. The curse expresses itself differently throughout humanity, just as it has expressed itself differently among the Gods.

In terms of reproduction, Vampires do have struggles. The basis of their curse means that the addition of an extra life growing in a female body leads to increase in thirst for blood. Complications are less common in Vampire x Vampire pairings and grow more severe in the event of Vampire x Human pairings. The exact reason behind hybrid partnerships resulting in so many issues has yet to be discovered and is chalked up to some additional byproduct of the curse.

Strangely, Vampirism cannot effect non-human animals. Animals which might have been afflicted by the curse are instead driven to cannibalism, but suffer no additional effects such as immortality or heightened strength.

The Vampires of these world are not deterred by sunlight and cannot be poisoned through use of Garlic or Silver. Christianity does not exist in this world (Yahweh

/Jehovah is not an entity that exists, or if he does, it’s definitely not in the same way as in our world), but there are other religions that focus on other Gods. Association with some of these religions does bring with it some level of protection against Vampires.

Even the weaknesses most commonly associated with Vampires are not entirely guaranteed. The three distinct factions of Vampires each have unique traits that grant them different levels of weakness. Some Vampires are weak to Flame. Some are weak to Ice. Others cannot be harmed by either. To puncture the heart with wood, steel, or stone is unlikely to be lethal and all manner of physical injury can heal if the injury is not immediately fatal. The one surefire way to kill a Vampire is to remove its head. Puncturing the heart with a weapon made of human bone can also prove lethal, but is not guaranteed. Either option proves difficult, as their frozen skin does not cut as easily as human flesh and their bones are not easy to crack.

---------------------------------------------------------------------- Originals) The first generation of Vampires, cursed directly by the previous God. These Vampires acquired their curse by consuming water polluted by the blood of that God, and by consuming produce grown on land polluted by its rotting flesh, or by consuming animals that were fed that produce. These Vampires most strongly resemble the Trio of Cosmic Deities, and have near identical anatomy as a result. The only difference being that their height will rarely exceed 7 feet, and their blood does not glow. Still, their flesh is frozen and their blood will burn anyone it touches.

The males lack nipples and have their genitals tucked away in the false cloaca, with the same tentacle like phallus that the Deities bear. Females have retained their nipples for the sake of providing for their young. Additionally, their vaginal areas no longer have the external defining features. All of these features have been moved to the interior of their genital cloaca.

The Original Vampires (Also referred to as True Vampires) are the only among the Vampire species to be able to create Thralls, as the curse is strongest with them.

As the lands polluted by the old God are still able to afflict humans with the curse, new Originals are still born from time to time. Often on purpose to assure a specific number of True Vampires exist. These lands are sealed off to prevent humans from being able to access them, hence it being near impossible for a human to accidentally become an Original Vampire by consuming of the cursed ground.

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Dull Bloods) The offspring of Vampires who bear a slightly weaker version of the curse. These are descendants of True Vampires that have not had any human blood mixed in. They are an important distinction only because of their ability to look slightly more human. A distinction that was only made due to growing confusion of humans that might interact with them in an intimate manner. Questions are inevitably asks when Vampires have such a wide range of biological appearance.

In terms of power and ability, they are identical to True Vampires. Their skin is frozen and their blood hot. They visually resemble the Celestial Deities, except for where the most bizarre changes are concerned. That meaning that as generations pass, Dull Bloods begin to look more biologically human. As descendants have had descendants and have had descendants, the changes have gradually appeared. To the point that now, some Dull Bloods have genitals that almost perfectly match the genitals on humans.

All manner of genital appearance in between have come to exist. From everything tucked neatly away inside of a cloaca, to a peculiar halfway point, to everything exposed and vulnerable. These Vampires are still 100% Vampire with no human blood mixed in genetically to dilute or change the curse, but for some reason the defining genital changes are just less exaggerated.

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Mixed Bloods) Hybrid offspring of humans and Vampires. Mixed Bloods are very rare. Not as a result of an unwillingness to breed, but as a result of the curse not properly cooperating when it comes to creating offspring.

Pregnancies where hybrid offspring are concerned are dangerous and difficult.

If the mother is human, it is incredibly likely that she will die without being able to carry the fetus to term. Her human flesh and blood will be consumed by her own body in order to satiate the cravings of the curse. A human woman who is not given thorough and care while pregnant with a Vampire’s child will waste away to nothing and die. One who is given consistent care is still highly likely to suffer near crippling health risks. Even with this high level of care, it is still incredibly likely that that the fetus will expire before it has grown enough to be reasonably born. This in turn leads to additional complications from the miscarriage, which might render the mother sterile.

If the mother is a Vampire, then the pregnancy will be easier, but the odds of success as still low. A Vampire mother is better suited to satisfy the cravings of the curse by consuming human blood, but her cravings will be more intense and she will be at risk of going mad. Many would be Vampire Mothers of Hybrid children die not as a result of getting weak, but as a result of being executed for the good of the public. An inability to satisfy their thirst will lead to madness. That madness will lead to violence. That violence will lead to death. Often times these madness driven slaughters will only end with the destruction of the mother or the loss of the pregnancy.

Additionally, Vampire mothers do not have better odds of delivering a live child in the event that they manage to keep themselves sane. Miscarriages are pathetically common. The one upside being that a female Vampire is unlikely to be rendered sterile as a result of the complications brought on by a halfblood miscarriage.

Mixed Bloods are distinct in the sense that they can either look more human or more Vampire depending on which parent was the mother. However, regardless of their appearance, a Half Blood will always have some specific defining traits. Half Bloods do not have frozen skin, their blood is not nearly as hot, and their fits of madness are less extreme. They grow quickly then will abruptly stop aging after reaching a specific stage of growth, at which point they are equally as immortal as their Vampire ancestors. Going without blood for too long will result in madness, but their madness can be quickly cured with a single drink of blood.

Additionally, a Half Blood will begin to waste away and can eventually die if they do not consume enough blood. The blood that they drink does not have to be human at all.A Half Blood can survive entirely on animal blood if they so decide, with some even finding animal blood more appealing to their sense of taste. Their visual biology will either more closely resemble human or Vampire in terms of the peculiar status of their genitals.

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Thralls) Vampires who were born through an unnatural means as a result of consuming the blood and flesh of an Original (or True) Vampire are referred to as Thralls. These Vampires retain almost all of their human traits, making them easy to identify among their peers. Visually, the only real difference between a Thrall and a human is their teeth, as Thralls have the typical sharp teeth associated with Vampires.

A Thrall has frozen skin but cold blood, and the curse is so laughably weak in them that they never come to properly resemble the True Vampires or the Dull Bloods. It would take constant and consistent feedings of Vampire blood and flesh in order to cause any sort of additional changes in appearance, but the process is long and tedious and ultimately would only serve for vanity purposes. The only real reason to feed a Thrall Vampire blood and flesh is order to create and maintain them.

Thralls are most commonly created for sake of reproduction, because Vampire and Human relations come with a wide range of complications. Because Thralls are technically Vampires, they are able to safely reproduce with other Vampires without any of the risks associated with Vampire and Human pairings.

One important distinction that must be made when it comes to Thralls, is that they are not genuinely immortal. A Thrall will continue to age due to how weak the Vampire curse is within them, but they are aging so slowly that they often get mistaken for immortal. It takes centuries for visible changes in age to be made, and these changes can be reversed by consumption of more Vampire blood and flesh. A Thrall that never consumes the blood and flesh of a Vampire past the moment of creation will slowly but inevitably grow into old age and eventually succumb to all of the issues associated with it.

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Faction of Eclipse) A group of Vampires that primarily worship and serve Eclipse, though they remain subservient to the other two. These Vampires most closely resemble Eclipse in appearance, and so are believed to be most tied to him. The most common defining traits are extra arms, above average height, dark skin with fiery markings, eyes which resemble a solar eclipse, and a halo of solar rays which resemble a dying flame. Any combination of these traits will result in a Vampire falling into this faction of worship, but all traits are not guaranteed to be present in any one individual. Individuals of this faction cannot be harmed by flame or by ice. Faction of Sun) A group of Vampires that primarily worship and serve Sun, though they remain subservient to the other two. These Vampires most closely resemble Sun in appearance, and so are believed to be most tied to him. The most common defining traits are pale skin with golden/yellow/orange markings, eyes which resemble the sun at mid-day, “Overly hot” blood, and a halo of solar rays which burn vibrantly. Any combination of these traits will result in a Vampire falling into this faction of worship, but all traits are not guaranteed to be present in any one individual. Individuals of this faction cannot be harmed by flame, but can be weakened by ice. Faction of Moon) A group of Vampires that primarily worship and serve Moon, though they remain subservient to the other two. These Vampires most closely resemble Moon in appearance, and so are believed to be most tied to him. The most common defining traits are pale blue skin with white/silver/icy markings, eyes which resemble the moon at any phase, and trail of cosmic dust which will follow their heads, and “cold” blood. Any combination of these traits will result in a Vampire falling into this faction of worship, but all traits are not guaranteed to be present in any one individual. Individuals of this faction are weak to the flame, but cannot be harmed by ice.

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The Cosmic Vampire Deities And the Celestial Pact

Eclipse: The first of the three brothers to ascend to the status of Godhood, and the one most afflicted from the Vampire curse. The scars of his former life as a human remain on him even now as a permanent reminded of what he has done and what he has lost. His human name has been lost or abandoned to time.

Eclipse is the one to have slaughtered the old God and to have first partaken of its blood and flesh. His body has been twisted, making him unrecognizable to his old self. His skin is black as night and his body marked with patches that resemble flame. He lacks hair and instead wears a halo of glowing light that protrudes directly from his skin. This halo shines with the light of a dying flame. As part of his transformation, he grew taller and gained an extra set of arms. His skin is freezing and his body is hot, but not as hot Sun’s. He is most compared to a dying star.

He has taken up the name “Eclipse” in reference to the peculiar appearance of his eyes, which resemble a solar eclipse in a dark sky.

Having regained his sanity following the madness of his transformation, he can no longer bear the taste of human blood. As such he has taken to drinking the blood of animals to fend off the cravings. When those cravings lose ability to be satisfied by animal blood, he will drink the blood of one of his brothers after they have consumed human blood.

He is isolated by his own choice, even in his own home. This has rendered Eclipse as someone that could be described as socially awkward. He is blunt when addressing people and honest with his words, to the point of it being unnerving. This has resulted in him being mistaken for a cold and callous creature, as he struggles to form emotional connections with those that he might interact with. Even his brothers would appear to be treated more as servants than as family.

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Sun: The last of the three brothers to ascend to the status of Godhood. Forced to take up the role in order to avoid being left to the passage of time while his siblings were cursed to an eternity of suffering. The Vampire curse does not bother him as much as it does Eclipse, but it bothers him more than it does Moon.

As a result of his curse and having become a God, his body has been twisted, making him unrecognizable to his old self. His skin is pale and his body marked with patches that resemble resemble gold. These golden markings will shimmer and glow with a light that mirrors the radiance of the sun. He lacks hair and instead wears a halo of glowing light that protrudes directly from his skin. This halo, like his markings, shines with the radiance of the sun. As part of his transformation, he grew taller. His skin is freezing and his body is hot. In fact, his blood burns the hottest of his siblings. He is most compared to a thriving star.

He has taken up the name “Sun” in reference to the peculiar appearance of his eyes, which resemble the sun high in the sky at mid-day..

Having regained his sanity following the madness of his transformation, he has chosen to isolate himself with his brothers. Despite having lost access to his humanity, he still craves those many human things that he once loved. As such he has taken up a multitude of hobbies for the sake of feeling closer to his former human self. Those hobbies including cooking, eating, and drinking human food. These actions do nothing but bring him comfort and help him maintain his sanity.

Despite not being as badly tormented by the curse as Eclipse, he is the one most prone to snapping and injuring the humans that he feeds on. This has resulted in him being the most known to kill people; a fact which torments him to no end. He struggles to maintain any sort of a happy sibling relationship with an Eclipse as a result of this guilt, as he cannot help but blame his brother for the hardships that they now face. Still, there is no denying that he cares deeply for his brothers. Enough so that he is willing to use himself as a means of feeding Eclipse.

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Moon: The second of the three brothers to ascend to the status of Godhood, but the first to be forced to do so by Eclipse. Moon had actually been severely wounded by the assault of the former God and was doomed to perish. His life was secured by his ascension, but he was stripped of his connection to humanity as a result. He is the least effected by the torment of the curse, possibly as a result of having been genuinely forced to partake of the blood and flesh used to transform him.

As a result of his curse and having become a God, his body has been twisted, making him unrecognizable to his old self. His skin is pale and his body marked with patches that resemble silver or snow. Unlike with Sun, these markings are not a direct result of his transformation. These markings are the scars of his former human body, made beautiful by his transformation. These silver markings will shimmer and glow with a light that mirrors the pale glow of moonlight. He lacks hair and instead wears a “night cap” made of cosmic dust. This dust shimmers and glitters as he moves and it follows him wherever he goes. Fingers can be moved through it as though it were hair. There even appears to be a miniature planet trailing at the end of this “cap” of space dust. He has been known to joke that this miniature planet houses life.

As part of his transformation, he grew taller. His skin is freezing and his body is cold, compared to his brothers. In fact, his blood is hardly any warmer than that of a human. A reality chalked up to a belief that, after having nearly been burned to death as a human, he cannot bear to carry the heat of the stars within him. He is most commonly compared to a frozen comet. A false star made not of flame, but of ice.

He has taken up the name “Moon” in reference to the peculiar appearance of his eyes, which track the various phases of the moon in the night sky.

Having regained his sanity following the madness of his transformation, he has chosen to isolate himself with his brothers. Despite having lost access to his humanity, he still craves those many human things that he once loved. As such he has taken up a multitude of hobbies for the sake of feeling closer to his former human self. Those hobbies including gardening, medicine making, and reading. These actions do nothing but bring him comfort and help him maintain his sanity. He often sneaks the medicines he crafts to distant human towns as a means of providing for those in need.

Moon is the least prone to bouts of madness, but when he snaps, he snaps hard. This has resulted in him doing the most damage to people during a feeding, meaning that every time he does snap, he kills someone. A fact which torments him to no end, as he wants for nothing more than to help people. He struggles to maintain any sort of a happy sibling relationship with an Eclipse as a result of this guilt and anger, as the choice to become a God was never given. He was forced to become what he now is. Still, there is no denying that he cares deeply for his brothers. Enough so that he is willing to use himself as a means of feeding Eclipse, if only reluctantly.

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The “Celestial Pact”: The “Celestial Pact” is a sort of verbal arrangement created by the Celestial Deities following a series of dramatic events. The terms of the pact are admittedly inconsistent, prone to being changed over time and altered from time to time in order to maintain the safety and the happiness of everyone involved.

The overall basis of the pact is simple. A human who agrees to the terms will be allowed to live in the home of the Deities. They will be cared for in any way they desire; food, water, clothing, and shelter are guaranteed to be provided. Any additional wants or needs can be tended to at request, but nothing is guaranteed.

Some of the lasting rules of the pact that cannot or will not be changed, are as follows.1. The pact is set in stone once the human provides their name. If the human later reveals that the name they gave was a fake one, then the pact is considered void and they will be expected to leave.2. The human will not be forced to spend all of their time in the Gods home, but they are expected to live there. If the human in question leaves with intention of no longer living with the trio, then the pact is considered broken and they will never be allowed to return.3. The phrase “A drink for a drink, a meal for a meal” is used in reference to the human being expected to satisfy the hunger for blood and flesh that the Deities suffer with in exchange for the Deities assuring that the human is given all the food and drink that they need to thrive.4. There is a lesser discussed addition to the previous phrase, known as “A touch for a touch”, which is used to voice consent in acts of physical intimacy. This intimacy does not have to be sexual, but depending on which Deity this is being expressed with, there will be demands of it being equal. That meaning do not touch where you are not willing to be touched, and do not expect to be shown skin that you would not be willing to show yourself. Because the Deities struggle to connect with people, it is unlikely that “A touch for a touch” will be uttered at all, or that it will be uttered a second time if there has ever been a case of rejection.

5.Another lesser known addition to the first part of the phrase is “Health for Health”. By providing blood for the Deities, the human in question is assuring the well being of their sanity, aka their mental health. In turn, the Deities will go out of their way to assure that the physical and mental health of a pact holder is tended too. Hence there are going to be a lot of social interactions outside of the actual feeding for the sake of assessing the physical and mental well being of the pact holder.

6. Someone bound by the pact is under the protection of the Deities. Thus meaning that by all accounts, Vampires are forbidden from touching them or feeding on them. To hold a pact with the Gods is more or less to become their exclusive meal. A Vampire which makes the mistake of feeding off of the pact holder is likely to be punished, but often times the pact holder is the one to settle on the punishment.

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The “Bleeders Orgasm”: A sort of nifty trick used by the Deities and by non-divine Vampires in order to assure that humans don’t put up much of a fuss during feedings. It is something consciously arranged for by the Vampire as a sort of marker for when enough blood has been drawn.

The act of feeding is an act of drawing life from the human whose blood is being consumed. No two humans are likely to respond the same way to that life being drained. No two humans are guaranteed to survive from the same amount of blood being drawn during a feeding.

Why do humans experience an orgasm when having their blood sucked? To provide an obvious physical reaction when the Vampire’s draw too close to crossing the line and doing lethal damage to the person they’re feeding off of. Not all Vampires utilize this particular trick, but there are variants of it.

There also exists the “Bleeders Sleep” is one such example, where a human will abruptly lose consciousness once enough blood has been drawn. This is not uncommon but it is not as favored, as the abrupt collapse can unwittingly mask the fact that potentially lethal damage has been done, preventing emergency care from being given.

Alternatively, some Vampires go the other route and make the feeding more painful as blood is drawn. They’ll judge when to remove their teeth based upon how violently the humans that they feed on will thrash in their grip. This trick is less favorable as it leads to additional injuries to the human in question, while also providing excuse to label Vampires as creatures that must be feared.

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Extra: Unspoken Rules for Vampires 1. No targeting children (You will be personally struck down by the Gods) 2. No targeting pregnant women (You will be punished) 3. No targeting the sick (You will be ostracized. Also the sick have bad blood) 4. Do not kill your target (You will be ostracized)

Extra: The Vampire Towns There exist towns predominantly made to be inhabited by Vampires. Over the years, these towns have become places where Vampires and Humans comfortably coexist. These are the towns most commonly visited by the Deities, as they are less likely to be met with fear upon arrival.

There are churches dedicated to the Vampire Deities in these towns, and most other religions are not practiced there. Especially the religions with practices that actively harm Vampires.

The whole concept of feeding is treated as a game, to make the children in these towns more comfortable. The game comes with rules on both sides, which everyone is expected to follow. This game is where myths pertaining to Vampires not being able to enter a home uninvited and not being able to cross water come from. The later of which being an aspect of the game which has been drastically changed by word of mouth outside of these towns. The real rule is to not go after a man or a woman who are in the bath.

The myth claiming that Vampires cannot enter a home uninvited comes from the rule explicitly stating that you must ask permission to feed off of a person. Permission is given when you are invited into the home “for a drink”.

The game does change from town to town and even from household to household. Particularly in homes where unmarried people without children might live. Vampires and humans alike are bound to seek the pleasures of the flesh, and when there is a trick used that can make someone experience an orgasm during a feeding, it is inevitable that the game has erotic variants. There are even erotic variants of the game that involve “predator and prey” style behaviors, or other questionable forms of roleplay. (Don’t kinkshame a Vampire and they won’t kinkshame you).

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 10th May

Something in the water with this week's songs. Not least because the title for both songs sound like pulp action thrillers, or vintage spy films. Will they live up to the expectations this has created in my head? Only one way to find out...

Mack the Knife - Louis Armstrong (peaked at Number 8)

Well, if you've been attentive, you know already that I really like this song. It's got a sort of dark comedy to it, a fun jazziness, a catchy but simple melody and links to a play I actually kind of know. What isn't there to love?

Louis Armstrong, on the other hand, is a prospect that I'm not wholly sold on. I don't dislike him, by any means, but I've yet to find a Louis Armstrong song that I properly love. Something in the gravelly voice doesn't quite work for me - though if there's any song that could turn me round on that, it's probably this one.

I love the little Dig man, there goes Mack the Knife spoken intro at the start, and to be fair, the muted trumpet that starts the whole thing off is also very cool, especially with the jazzy piano scatting underneath. It's a classy vintage start to a song, just laid-back enough to put you at ease.

Then Louis comes in, and actually, his voice does work for the song really well. I always think of Macheath as quite a smooth, debonair character, but Louis brings in a slightly rougher, more "knife you in a back alley" energy that makes Macheath into a slightly different type of criminal archetype. It's very menacing.

The instrumentation thoughout is spot-on, from the tinkling piano that comes in and out, to the clarinet that periodically rears its head. None of them are particularly obtrusive, but they keep the song moving along nicely, and stop it feeling like it's getting repetitive.

And then a brief spoken Take it away, Satch launches us via a fabulous key change into an instrumental ending. I like it, it's like all this pent up, nervous energy just got released. After a song about a murder skulking round, the instruments just let rip, and it's a great way to end.

I also should give Louis some credit here, as apparently he's the reason this is charting, with the other contemporary versions - like Dick Hyman's, a few weeks back - being copies. It was Louis that went to see an off-Broadway performance of the Threepenny Opera, and insisted on doing a version of Mack the Knife. Louis is also apparently the source of the little lyrical nod to Lotte Lenya, Kurt Weill's wife, and an actress in many of Brecht's plays. Which is a little nerdy nod that I've always appreciated. So yeah, respect, Louis.

Man With the Golden Arm - Billy Mays (9)

I went into this certain that this was going to be a James Bond song, but it turns out that that's the Man With the Golden Gun. Instead, the Man With the Golden Arm is from a 1955 film by the same name, scored by none other than Elmer Bernstein.

Everything about this film screams cool, from the poster - done in a very mid-century collage style with this weird arm - to the star-studded cast - Frank Sinatra and Kim Novak, anyone? - to the controversy it caused on release, as a film about drug addiction, which was still apparently a taboo topic to show so frankly on screen in 1956?

Honestly, I'd normally look more at the summary for a film like this, but even the brief look I took convinces me that I maybe ought to actually watch this film, so I don't want to spoil myself. Sorry!

Anyway, all that to say, it looks like a cool film, and trumpeter and bandleader Billy May's version of the main theme doesn't in any way disappoint. It's got this iconic "duh-duh-duh-duh-DUH" opening that I swear I've heard before, and the whole rest of it is just a little shy of 3 minutes' worth of big band awesomeness, with this insistently pounding horn line, escalating amounts of trumpet, and a driving drum beat to get your pulse racing - except for when it gets replaced by a cowbell. And it makes the cowbell work!

The whole song has swagger, style and swing. It's not a James Bond song, but somehow, if you'd told me it was, I don't think I'd even be surprised. It's got the right attitude and the right brand of jazzy confidence. I want it to play as I enter a room, you know?

Oh, man, both those songs were awesome. I don't think I've described so many things as "cool" in one single entry before, and I don't even regret it. I was prepared to crown Mack the Knife, because, let me repeat, I really love Mack the Knife. And then Billy May, completely out of left field, ladies and gentlemen!

Favourite song of the bunch: Man With the Golden Arm

[simptasia]

Hey! You've probably already made a post for this and if so I'm really sorry, but do you have any LOST post-finale headcannons?

Don’t be sorry! And, yes... yes I do. Including but not limited to:

kate/claire & miles/richard are Things now, my post-finale otps. like, friends to lovers. both pairings eventually married with kids

kate and sawyer stay as friends, I like ‘em better than way

okay All of these friendships and relationships are great and i love them but i have extra delight for miles being besties with kate and claire

i give kate n claire about a year of living together before they get together (time for claire’s recovery, all of kate’s pregnancy (more on that next), an for claire to realise she’s into women, specifically kate. she just had to be exposed to kate’s Bi Aura a while before she got it. and no way was kate gonna make the first move, so claire gotta get the ball rolling with an adorably nervous confession and a tippy toe kiss

ya know that bit when kate and jack bang before they got on the ajira flight? i hc that kate got pregnant from that (the time between that event and the finale is like 2 weeks) and thus kate has jack’s (rip) baby and it’s a boy named david (basically i got that theory that david shephard in limbo was david austen in living life) and kate n claire raise two boys together

claire is also gonna need a lot of therapy/recovery time, she’s not okay

desmond and penny have a daughter and name her danielle in honour of daniel

before miles got on the boat he put a buncha stuff in storage so even with his old place rented out, he’s got something to work with. richard is kinda disorientated by his new life and miles sees that and in a fit of Character Growth induced kindness, offers that he stay with him. hotel rooms at first but its a start. (ken said miles would “take care” of richard post-finale)

i give miles and richard about 3 months of living together before they Smash and also feelings. takes a while for miles to deal with that because he’s not into romantic relationships and love so This Is New For Him. and also richard has his own angst about being in a relationship again AND it’s a guy AND the age difference (150 years). miles legit doesn’t care about that (finds it kinda freaky but is meh) but richard feels weird for some time

i dunno what sawyer and frank are doing (besides being friends to everybody else) but i support them [pops the southern US lads in the corner] y’all be good now ya hear?

oh i mentioned more kids for the next gen, 10 years post finale richard and miles decide to have kids together. claire very kindly offers to be surrogate and they have twin girls, izzie (isabella) and lara alpert-straume

i like to picture kate and miles, post the birth of the twins, having a little bonding moment over how they bother never thought *they’d* become parents. like, miles found the idea of him becoming a dad to be absurd. and kate never thought she’d be a mom. but it happened. fyi all the parents that the post finale entails are great parents because Break The Cycle!!! good parents in lost? it’s more likely than you think!

claire becomes close friends with liam and his family and in turn he considers claire and aaron to be members of the pace family

oh, claire finally listens to driveshaft and she feels really guilty that she thinks their music is awful. but is still fond of it out of love, ya know

claire makes a point of never mentioning thomas. aaron is raised to believe that charlie pace is his biological fatherbecause fuck you thomas nobody likes you. it helps that aaron just looks like claire but a boy (short, blue eyes, blonde) so outsiders wouldn’t be any the wiser. (side note: charlie had asked claire to never tell anybody he’s trans and she’ll keep that promise forever, so outsiders dunno it’s not bio possible). to claire, charlie is aaron’s real dad in spirit due to Love and that’s that

aaron also has a hero worship thing going on with charlie, and david does so with jack too to a lesser degree. this is a result of kate and claire doing a Don’t Speak Ill Of The Dead thing that is common and thus the boys only hear about how great and brave their dads were and never the flaws

hurley, ben, walt and vincent live on the island together but also hurley gives richard powers to ben (by accident, he JUST got his powers) and vincent (on purpose, walt deserves time with his dog)

walt is gonna be the protector after hurley is done

hurley decides he’s done with this once all of his friends have died. he long ago created a mural for All Those We Have Lost and has been adding more and more to it over the years. hurley and ben went to all their funerals too

ji yeon is raised by her grandmother but she’s practically like a daughter to kate and claire

all the kiddos are friends and have known about the crazy magical world they live in all their lives so they’re pretty casual about it

“remember sweethearts, we don’t tell anybody at school about how papa is almost 200 and daddy can talk to ghosts” - richard (later miles and richard have to visit the principal's office because Guess Why)

claire becomes an illustrator for children’s books

penny funds the creation of a scientific education... place called The Daniel Faraday Institute. penny never met her little brother but he saved desmond’s life twice over and was part of bringing her and desmond together so she feels his life deserves honouring (that and i imagine kate and/or miles mentioned That Shit That Went Down with daniel)

eloise visits the opening of this place and needless to say, our squad really doesn’t like her being there. ranging from anger, seething and aching disappointment (last one’s from richard) and miles even tells her to drop dead in his own special way: “i hope i hear from you soon”

i imagine post-finale at lots of points but i like to default to 15 years later (2022) at a party kate n claire decided to throw for the anniversary. hurley, ben, walt and vincent visit (claire drops her plates when she sees that van out front) and it’s like :D :O ???!!!!! and also all the ghosts appear to hurley because now that he’s off island, they wanna see everybody!

fyi i imagine that ghost thing never stopped being a thing for hurley 

before hurley finally does die, the last thing he sees is his death bed surrounded by *everybody who has died*. michael thanks him for taking care of walt. libby kisses him on the cheek. i imagine some other words of encouragement, like jack asking hurley to let go (heh). its all very sweet and sad and most the couples of holding hands (also i imagine this and every time i think i have everybody, i remember even more people!). and then, holding walt’s hand, with vincent beside him, hurley dies

(ending Ghost Time and kickstarting Limbo Time. maybe? i dunno)

[katelynthecrazy]

Bass Beats

       This couldn't be real.

       Kirishima couldn't be this lucky.

       According to the poster proudly hanging from Mina's hand, his favorite band was not only in his province, but they were looking for a new bassist. Everyone had since heard about the scandal in which their last one had quit, so it was only a matter of time.

       And she'd just broken into his garage. Where he was sat next to his amp and microphone. Playing his bass.

       "You're kidding me," he gasped, carefully setting his instrument next to his stool and reaching for the paper. "You're kidding!"

       Mina rolled her eyes and tried to hold it out of his reach. "You can keep saying that, but it's not going to make it suddenly true."

       Considering she was a good five inches shorter than him, even her best attempts were futile, and he snatched the paper from her, beaming at the colorful advertisement. It featured a familiar sight: the drummer and the lead singer going at each other's throats, the other band members playing in the background, and the details for the audition tucked into the corner. "No way! Mina, this is so awesome!"

       "Uh, duh," she grinned. "Why else do you think I brought it to you?"

       "Ah, these will be so cool to watch! I can't wait to see who gets pick--"

      "Woah there tiger," Mina growled. "Who said anything about watching?"

       He blinked. "Huh? What else am I gonna--"

       "Audition, you big dummy!" She whacked him over the head. "I present you with the opportunity of a lifetime, and you say 'cool, I'll pass?' What the hell?"

       Kirishima winced, his heart sinking under her expectation. "Mina, it's not like I'll get picked. What's the--"

       "Try, you moronic, hair-brained, oaf!" She snapped, stomping forward. She picked up his bass and packed it into his case with practiced ease, snapping it closed and hauling it onto her tiny shoulders by the strap. "Try, so that someday you can say to your kids, 'yeah, I met Midoriya Izuku and the Groundbreakers. Auditioned for the band and everything. I got pretty damn close, and even left with the band's autograph and a shitload of good memories!'

       Despite her passionate speech, Kirishima's mouth became a hard line. "I'm not going to cuss at my kids," he argued.

       Her eye twitched. "Take. The motherfucking. Guitar."

       "It's not a--"

       She slammed the instrument into his arms and jumped to grab him by the ear, yanking him painfully out the door. "Don't care, let's go, loverboy. I already signed you up."

       Kirishima wished he'd kept his mouth shut. As if incurring the wrath of Mina Ashido wasn't enough, she dragged him all the way through town to the audition. By his ear. And no amount of whimpering or pleading could convince her the let go until they were standing in front of the local performance hall. In front of them stretched a long line of waiting, anxious performers.

       It wasn't until she let go of his ear that he was able to think of a retort to her jab. "I'm am not a loverboy."

       It wasn't a very good retort.

       "Ri~ght," she grinned, fussing with the spikes in his hair. "And Bakugo Katsuki isn't the hottest drummer in Groundbreakers."

       Kirishima blushed faintly. That wasn't fair, and she knew it. It wasn't his fault the man had an Adonis body and the grace of a god. "He's the only drummer in Groundbreakers."

       "Your point? That still doesn't explain why there are posters of him all over your room."

       "Mina, I have posters of all of them in my room."

       "Yeah, but you don't have all the photoshoot covers of the others off their Instagram."

       "Hey!"

       "And his twitter. And the cut outs from magazines. And screenshots from the music videos."

       He had to move into her face as someone behind him tripped over the curve and nearly stumbled into him. He pushed out a mumbled apology as the hooded figure flipped him off in retaliation, before turning back to Mina. "Stop it, right now, or I'm leaving."

       He knew that was a mistake when she snagged him by the ear again and yanked him down to her level. "You wouldn't. You can't."

       "Lemme' go," he whined, his nerves getting the best of him. "I can't do this, I don't wanna!"

       "Yes you do, you're just being a baby about it."

       The bickering continued. In a way, it was helpful. It kept Kirishima distracted--

       Distracted until they were clearly at the front of the line. Some of the band hopefuls had since come out of the performance hall looking like some combination of depressed and terrified. A few minutes later, when Mina pushed him onto the stage of the makeshift audition hall, Kirishima saw why.

       Because in front of the stage, amidst three other people, reclined the one and only Bakugo Katsuki. His boots propped up on the table, a clipboard rested balanced on his crossed knee, and Bakugo glared at it with folded arms and the same scowl that leered back from every poster.

       To his left sat the band's keyboardist and their manager, Jiro Kyoka and Yaoyorozu Momo, looking put-out but professional. On his left sat Midoriya Izuku, the band's lead singer and co-founder, popping his knuckles like he really wanted to hit something. Their day didn't look like it had gone very well.

       Oh, this is gonna be bad...

       "H-hi--" Kirishima squeaked into the microphone, wincing with the others when it screamed at him. "S-sorry!"

       Midoriya's smile was strained, but he leaned forward and holy shit, Kirishima was actually in the same room as his favorite band. They may have been the same age, but these guys had struck it big before they'd even left high school, and now three years later, they were superstars and he was just... average. "Hi there. Can I have your name?"

       Kirishima jolted, though the direct question should have been expected. "Ah! Kirishima Eijiro." He tried to cover his nerves by slipping his case off his back as he kept talking at the usual rapid pace. "My friend signed me up and convinced me to come to the audition--dragged me here even. I get nervous. Still nervous. Probably shouldn't admit that."

       A heavy bang sounded in front of him and his gaze snapped to find that Bakugo had just slammed his head into the table with a groan, startling his bandmates. Midoriya stammered at him. "K-Kacchan, are you oka--"

       Bakugo's muffled voice reverberated through Kirishima when he growled. "If he rambles as much as you do, I'm leaving. This day has been shit--I'm ready to go home."

       "You took a break like two hours ago, chill out." Midoriya's concern suddenly became cold, and he turned back to Kirishima. "Ignore him, he's being an ass. You'll have to get used to it, if you're any good."

       Bakugo made a noise of disagreement.

       Kirishima chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "I-it's no problem, really. I've been following the band since your debut, I think he's really manly. You're all really manly--" he watched Jiro mark something down on her sheet and wondered if he had offended her.

       Bakugo growled again, obviously in a worse mood than usual. "Start playing or get out."

       Playing. Right. He could do that. Playing was the easy part. He could smile as he floated away to his happy place, and pretend he was back in his garage. And because Mina hadn't given him any time to prepare he defaulted to one of his favorites, realizing halfway through (and far too late) that he was playing one of Groundbreaker's songs.

       And if he fucked it up he'd be going home, especially since Bakugo seemed dead set in glaring an angry hole through his bass. The blonde drummer grumbled something at Jiro, who elbowed him sharply in the side.

       Midoriya smiled kindly at him again when he'd finished, and he found himself returning the grin enthusiastically. "That was good, Kirishima. Thank you for--"

       "Where'd you get the sheet to learn that from?" Bakugo interrupted harshly.

       Kirishima flushed. "I didn't. I learned it by ear."

       Midoriya and Jiro both stiffened in surprise, but Bakugo scoffed. "By ear? The bass part? And you could hear that shit?" He turned back to Midoriya. "Do we even need a bassist?"

       "It's your fault we lost Monoma, you jerk!" Without turning, Midoriya smacked the blonde on the head with his clipboard, making Kirishima wince as he tried to stammer out a response. "I don't care if you only smashed a replica, you damn near gave him a heart attack and if I didn't have to suffer with you I'd say it serves you right!"

       "I-I have a friend!" Kirishima squeaked through the tension. "He's real into soundboards and audio editing and stuff, and he likes to pick apart songs and find the different instruments. He'll do all sorts of funny things with the tempo and notes, a-and he let me listen. A few... dozen times..."

       Bakugo only met him with the usual glare, holding his own clipboard up to Midoriya with a subtle middle finger. Midoriya ignored him entirely. "So Kirishima, what are your plans currently? Do you happen to know any of our other songs?"

       "Oh?" They wouldn't ask unless they wanted to know, right? Maybe he really had a chance. "Well, right now I'm kind of between years in college. Thinking of maybe changing my majors, but having a crisis about it. The usual attempting-adult stuff. Oh, and only... all of them..." he admitted.

       Midoriya laughed, which he took as a good sign. "So you'd be open to do a lot of travelling? Not a lot of weights taking your time?"

       "Dude, yeah."

       Holy shit.

       Holy shit.

       Was this happening? Was this real?

       For the first time since entering the performance hall, Kirishima's usual earth-shattering smile broke out onto his face. He saw Momo blink at him and Jiro cover a smirk as Bakugo suddenly choked.

       Midoriya grinned back with his usual expression. "Well, we've got a few more candidates to meet with today, but it was very nice meeting you, Kirishima. Actually, If you could maybe leave your phone number with Yaomomo there?"

       "Yeah!" Kirishima beamed, slipping his base back into his case and hoisting the strap over his shoulder. He hopped down the front of the stage and stopped himself from skipping over to Yaoyorozu. "Yeah, totally!"

       She supplied him with a pen and the back page of her notebook, where two other names and phone numbers were written. Competition, sure, but they'd auditioned at least a hundred people by now, and Kirishima had made a list of three. He had a chance, a real chance!

       He tucked a fallen spike shyly behind his ear as he handed her notebook back, and she smiled at him. Though Jiro elbowed her, and she sighed. "One more thing, Kirishima."

       He perked to attention like a puppy. "Yes."

       Yaoyorozu covered her suddenly sly smile with her notebook. "It's just a suggestion, but maybe you should redecorate your playing space. Before Bakugo breaks his nose tripping over another curb."

       What?

      Oh.

      Oh, no.

       Kirishima squeaked, sure his face had gone a deep shade of firetruck red. He wasn't alone, as Bakugo also looked a bit flushed, but that didn't stop him from stammering another thank you, turning on his heel, and booking it from the room. He snagged Mina's arm on the way out. "I hate you," he declared once they were out in the blinding sunlight.

       She rolled her eyes. "It wasn't that bad."

       "No, you weren't there, you didn't hear what she said to me."

       "Nope. Hey, how'd you do?"

       Kirishima paused. Took a deep breath. Allowed himself to hope. "I'm in the top three."

       "What?! Kiri, that's amazing!"

       "Oh, and they heard your jabs about my posters."

       "Oh--ooohhh..." She trailed off. "That's... not amazing."

       "I have decided to die of embarrassment."

       "I'm sorry?"

       "You should be. This is your fault."

       And it was. It was all Mina's fault.

       Because the next morning Kirishima woke up to a phone call, from Bakugo Katsuki himself, asking him (somewhat begrudgingly, though it may have been bashful) to join their band and demanding he show up for practice within the next hour.

       And coffee. The angry blonde asked him to go get coffee. Just the two of them. Next to the studio. The real studio. Alone. With a hot drummer.

       God, he really needed to get Mina backstage passes for life at this point, didn't he?

~Might continue?~

[baiwu-jinji]

hi! sorry to bother you, but i'm always interested in your opinions, i was thinking lately about the (deliberate) parallel between xie lian's suporting the celestial pagoda and jun wu's maintaining the heaven crossing bridge while their spiritual power is fluctuating and depleting itself, both failing in their endeavours. i was wondering if one could read into the differences. the pagoda is like xianle, the reign of xie lian's father and the status quo, that we know is tyrannical -duh- (1/4)

and especially unfair to the people outside the capital; even if the crisis is artificial (and we don't know to what extent), it reveals the injustices of the system. jun wu's bridge is meant to unite heaven and earth, it's really a revolutionary idea that the heavenly officials hated and ended up sabotaging to cannibalize his kingdom. here the crisis highlights heaven's injustices. BUT, after everything, jun wu's heavenly reign is not that different from its predecessor, (2/4) it's still a terribly corrupted heaven and common people still suffer miserably. i haven't read the extras and i don't remember if there's any evidence in the text that xie lian's heaven is any less corrupted -except for jun wu's own demise-, and godhood can be still achieved by terrible means. (3/4) idk, maybe those falling buildings mirror the things that collpase in them: in xie lian's case, home, his (over)confidence, his gilded innocence, in jun wu's his revolutionary attitude, his idealism, his love for the common people. mmm do you have any thoughts on this? (4/4)

 Hi! First of all fun fact: the director of tgcf donghua said that Xie Lian struggling to hold up the pagoda is his favourite part in the book. You made some great points about the symbolic meanings of the collapse of the pagoda and the bridge, and the last line is very well-put (so I emboldened it for you haha). Although I don’t know why you think Xie Lian’s father is tyrannical…The people of Yong’an accused him of incompetence, not of tyranny (and tbh I don’t think he’s especially incompetent either as kings and emperors go).

It is ruthless to shut the people of Yong’an out of the capital, but it’s also a practical move to prioritize the capital because the capital is the political and economic centre, if you mess up the capital you mess up the kingdom. The moral of the story is no one can bring justice and parity to everywhere and no one can save everyone; this not only goes for Xie Lian but for Xie Lian’s father too.

I agree that the system is unjust and you’re right about that, but I was just thinking whether it’s possible to have a system that’s perfectly fair and just. In Xianle there’s great economic disparity and social inequality (as was the case throughout ancient Chinese history), but a more equal distribution of wealth and resources, which sounds nice in theory, is rarely so rosy in reality. China during last century did try to implement a system of absolute equality among the people where living is collectivist and there’s no economic or social disparity (and this was precisely to uproot the “feudal” system that exists in Xianle and which lingered on in 20th century China), but the new system turned out to be terribly inefficient and huge amount of resources was wasted, and the result is that everyone was equally poor and equally unproductive, and then there was a three-year famine (1959-1961) where the economy collapsed and millions of people starved to death equally. All this rambling is not to say that the situation in Xianle was handled brilliantly in any way, but that sometimes it’s impossible to find the perfect solution.

The heaven, as you said, is also unjust. The heavenly realm in Chinese myths is often a reflection of real-life politics in the Chinese imperial court, therefore it won’t be any less corrupt than the human realm. Now that you mentioned it, I do wonder what the new order in heavenly court is like post-Jun Wu. They’re still rebuilding the heavenly capital in the extra chapters I think, so it didn’t say. Jun Wu didn’t die btw, he was restrained under Tonglu Mountain.

[diavolosthots]

Oh oh oh! Dude!!! I love your writing it's like the light of my life. 🎉🎉 If it's okay with you, I would like to request about caring about the boys all equally and finding it difficult to just pick on of them (romantically) for the brothers? Please and thank you. 🖤🖤🖤🖤

I read your other part and no worries i got you! Although i think I dipped my toe into poly territory for a moment here

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC being unable to decide between them

Lucifer:

Finding someone he actually likes and he can see himself with for more than just a short period of time is already complicated enough on its own, no questions asked. However, you saying that you’re unable to, not only choose just him, but also choose just any of them is a shot to his pride. Obviously he believes he’s the best choice no matter what and it probably borders Asmo’s narcissism in that aspect, so he may be down for a while. That doesn’t mean he gives up, though, quite the contrary if we’re being honest. Obviously he hasn’t fully grasped your heart yet and, if anything, he sees this as a challenge and as a need to try harder. 

“I’ll make you mine MC, whether you realize it or not.” 

Mammon:

As your self-labelled ‘first’, he thinks he already has you anyway. It never occurred to him that he doesn’t and when you tell him you can’t actually decide between any of them he gives you the “???” face because hello? You’re already his? Has he not made that clear? He thought calling you ‘mine’ and cockblocking everyone else made it pretty damn obvious. Not gonna lie, he’s a little bummed but depending on who… he could potentially see himself sharing in the future. MAYBE, depending on WHO. 

“Listen, Imma still be ya first MC!”

Leviathan:

Of course he’s that unlucky, what else was he supposed to expect? Having someone for just himself? He’s envious, duh. Envious of all the characteristics and personality traits he doesn’t have but you apparently like in others. It’s the confidence, no? And the brawns… the brains… the ability to sleep through everything? Make money? He’s jealous and he’s pushing himself into a deep hole that you, hopefully, can’t get into. He can’t even imagine himself sharing with anyone, MAYBE Beel and even that is a HUGE IF, mainly because Beel got brawns and he himself got… nothing. Probably puts distance between you two just so he can go back to ‘you’re just a friend’ point.

“Of course you wouldn’t choose me anyway…. I get it.” 

Satan:

Surprisingly, he probably doesn’t care a lot. Much like Lucifer, it would take forever for him to actually find someone, but he’d also have a hard time letting them go no matter what his outside expression may have you believe. He’d do almost anything so although it definitely hurts that you’re indicating he’s not enough on his own, and he might need a second, as long as you don’t choose Lucifer and/or Mammon, too, he’d probably be… relatively okay with it. Either that or he’s watching it all fail and just laughing in the background lol.

“I’m not enough on my own… but don’t you dare put me with Lucifer.” 

Asmodeus:

Flying solo is boring, he gets it. Flying as a duet is fun, but you know what’s better? BITCH! A whole ensemble!!! Although he does firmly believe that all you need is him, he does understand where you’re coming from and, if anything, he would just lean back and fanboy with you over everyone else and then turn to fanboy over you as well. He’s down for it as long as everyone gets treated equally and has a fair amount of alone time still with you. No judgement. He understands. 

“It’s so hard to choose just one rose when all of them are so pretty!”

Beelzebub:

Something inside of him feels super insecure about you telling him that. He gets that he may not be super exciting or super smart or… skilled in video games??? But it also makes him sad that he can’t just have you. But then it’s like “so… you’ll choose belphie too?” and he’s fine with that because he’d share with his twin no problem. Hell, he’d even share with Lucifer although that one is mildly debatable on Belphie’s part. He’s just not sure about everyone else… but the bigger the family, the happier the family, no?

“I don’t get it… but that’s okay.”

Belphegor:

Nope. Absolutely not. Bye. Much like Levi, he has a hard time accepting the words leaving your mouth. What do you mean you can’t decide? What do you mean there’s others? He may be able to tolerate Beel but even then he needs like… 65% of your attention. Beel can have 35%. It’s less of a jealousy thing with him and more of a ‘people will hold me killing you against me’ type of thing and he’s just not up for that mess. Also? Like? Is everyone just gonna get a night with you to themselves those seven days a week? Don’t you think that’s wack? Unfair? How are they supposed to feel?

“No I won’t accept that. Who do you think you are, running from brother to brother?” 

[bilgisticallykosher]

Don't Jump To Conclusions

TS g/t one-shots

I'm in a Sanders Sides g/t server, and sometimes we take scenarios and write on them. I've written a fair amount of stuff on there, myself, and I decided to collect my stuff, and clean it up. This was partially written by @borrowedblue and @andtheyreonfire

Happy birthday, Vel!

Masterpost | AO3

My Discord, not to be confused with the above g/t Sanders Sides one.

Word count: 3,300

Warnings: Spiders! Spider, anyway. Sentient beings sold as pets, attempting restriction of said beings, mentions of bites, implied past abuse/bad treatment.

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Virgil was out shopping. Not for groceries or clothing; he was at a pet store, shopping for supplies for his, let's say, pets. Okay, technically they weren't pets. They were research at the lab he worked at, but he still liked them, even when they did try to bite and attack and hiss at him. His descriptions of such had led people to believe that he worked with cats, but he didn't. 

He worked with spiders. 

Well, a lot of bugs, but he liked the spiders the best. His lab observed their behaviors both individually and in groups to catalog a variety of information. As part of their observations, they needed to keep the spiders in their ideal environment, which included as close to the exact blend of earth as they could get. Unfortunately, they'd run out of their supply today. Fortunately, that sort of stuff was widely available. Unfortunately, they used a very specific brand. Fortunately, they found some in a pet store pretty locally. Unfortunately, Virgil was the one who lived nearest to it, so he was stuck going in and getting it on his way home. What a drag, he had to actually interact with people. 

When he got there, he could see why this was the store that had it. It was certainly… well-stocked. Which, really, was just another way to say "huge." It was like the Home Depot of pet stores; no employees in sight, and aisles in need of some serious maps. But whatever. He at least knew which sections to go past. When he finally got to the specialty mix of dirt, near the back of the store, he grabbed it with an 'Ah-hah!' Then, after his elation had faded, he took in his surroundings a bit more. He looked to his left, and noticed the rescue. 

It wasn't odd for a pet store to have a rescue in it. And despite his surly exterior, well, Virgil wasn't immune to cute fluffy animals. Maybe he just so happened to need to walk back to the registers while passing it by. And maybe while he was walking that way, he'd take a little look. You know. While he was there. 

So, path decided, nodding to himself, he strolled over, bag of soil in hand, and prepared to look at the puppies and kittens. Then he stopped and blinked. There were certainly puppies and kittens, and even a bird there, but there were also some different manner of pets. 

He saw fairies, tiny mers, and all manner of little magical creatures. He walked through the display of cages and terrariums, when one in particular caught his eye. He stared at the sign plastered on the seemingly empty glass case.

CAUTION: I BITE! 

"What the-" he squinted, leaning closer to see if there was anything actually in there. He thought he saw something moving underneath the front of the fake log, and then all of a sudden-

-there it was right in front of him. 

He flinched and took a half step back on instinct, despite the fact that it's in a freaking terrarium, genius, and he took in the creature. It was partly human, but had multiple eyes, and its back half was an abdomen, black with dark blue bands, and had multiple legs. 

A drider. 

It was reared up on its back legs, and it was bearing its (he squinted closer to be certain, and sure enough its human half had freaking fangs), and was generally acting very aggressive.

He thought it- they were trying to puff themself up, emphasizing their eight (eight!!!) limbs, six on the bottom, plus their arms. Their multiple eyes were narrowed, directly at him. They were snarling. 

And Virgil couldn't possibly help but to walk towards the terrarium, warning sign be damned. He sees the spider-person pause, some of the aggression draining out, before they rear back again, seemingly trying to be more intimidating than before. Virgil smirked, fascinated, and sank down into a crouch. He really took in the shape and look of their eyes, and his own eyes widened in response. 

Jumping spider, he realizes, and then, Well, duh, they jumped at you, moron, of course they're a jumpy. He tilted his head a few times, trying to really see the details of the drider, while he had the chance. 

"Woah," Virgil whispered. "You're so cool looking." He watched as they frowned and clicked their mouthparts (didn't look completely like typical chelicara) idly, running their pedipalps over them. They seemed to hesitate, lowering down, and stared at him in a more placated manner. 

Honestly, they were pretty cute. "How far can you jump?" Virgil asked, taking in the size of the enclosure. The creature was watching his gaze like, well, someone who had plenty of eyes, then finally, they spoke up. 

"Far beneath my limit in this facsimile of a proper environment," they crossed a pair of human arms and one set of spider legs. They seemed distrustful, gaze still not fully on him. As though they were apprehensive about his reaction, like it was going to be negative? 

"I'll bet," Virgil responded instead, and he nodded a little as his smile fell into a grimace. "This thing has gotta really suck, huh?" He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, eyes still flitting over the spider creature's form every so often. They raised an eyebrow. 

"Indeed." Yeah, there was no way they were used to having a normal conversation. They seemed less wary now, but they didn't seem to be holding back their speech at all. Virgil really admired that. He liked that attitude, and that he was the one getting it out of them, and, well, he liked a lot about them. He had...a dangerous thought. 

"What if," Virgil bit his lip, "what if you got out?" The spider huffed, rolling their (well, some of their) eyes. 

"Then I would be able to jump further," they replied, voice clearly dry despite their size difference. 

"No, no," his smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "I mean. What if you," Virgil hesitated meaningfully, being sure to emphasize the words. "Got, out." The creature's limbs uncrossed. Virgil saw as comprehension dawned. 

"I am," their words were chosen carefully, he noticed. They had been throughout this entire interaction. "Not allowed to leave my enclosure." Their eyes raked over the human's form. 

"What if I got you out?" The spider person chittered, nervousness written on their face. 

"Theft is not an encouraged activity," they eventually settled on. Virgil snorted and muttered 'be gay, do crime' under his breath. "No, I meant like. Maybe, I could, sort of." He paused, breathed in, breathed out, and tried to look as serious as possible. "Take you home? With an adoption fee and everything?"

"I," the drider swallowed visibly, and of course they didn't trust him, they just met him and he doesn't even know their name, or anything, and he didn't introduce himself- "I am unable to survive in the wild on my own," they finished succinctly. 

Virgil hadn't meant that. They might be a drider, but they were clearly still human, especially after the conversation they'd been having, so, was it wrong that he wanted to take them home? He knew that everyone here was raised to live in a home, with a human taking care of them, just like the pets they adopted out beside them. So, maybe they wouldn't mind if he took them home? But, he guessed that their non-answer gave him his answer, then. That kinda sucked. 

"My name's Virgil," he blurted out before he forgot again. "He/him." They stared at each other for a moment. "Uh, what's your name?" He saw them startle, "I mean, y'know, only if you don't mind."

"My name is Logan." They said, voice even, still, but maybe a little less cautious, he thinks? "I… am also male?" And Virgil couldn't help but smirk again at his confused tone. It was sort of adorably endearing. His eyes drifted towards the sign again. 

"So," he smirked a little more. "You actually ever bite anyone before?" Logan rolled (all of) his eyes. 

"Of course," he pointed to the sign. "Otherwise, it would not be stated on my tank." He sounded almost a little proud. He went on, clarifying despite not being asked to. Virgil was not complaining. "Two separate humans, not to mention the time a child opened my tank after wandering away from his parents." His pedipalps whisked over his face, "I jumped just under my potential that day, unfortunately." He didn't sound sorry at all. Virgil's mouth twitched dangerously. "I landed right on his head."

Virgil burst out laughing. Several people in the store turned around to see what the commotion was about. A volunteer in particular hesitated, before starting to come over to the pair. Logan looked smug, Virgil wiped a tear from his eye. 

"Hello, sir, may I help you with anything?" The voice came suddenly from over his shoulder. He just barely suppressed a flinch. 

"Ah!" Couldn't suppress the scream, though.

"You two seem to be getting along!" The volunteer said. "Do you have any questions about him?" The tone of the question was clearly an underlying 'Would you please take him?'

Virgil gave a look towards Logan's direction. He looked back at Virgil. Maybe, Virgil thought, not as hesitant as before.

"Well," Virgil pulled his gaze away, "maybe just a few."

~~~~~

Logan watched the human- Virgil- as the volunteer led him away, and he found himself repressing a pout. He'd been… nice. Pleasant. Tolerable. 

Okay, so Logan had enjoyed his company, and his conversation. It had been quite some time since that had happened with a human. In fact, it had been quite some time since any conversation at all had happened with a human. They never spoke to him directly. Every human he'd ever known had spoken over him, both literally and figuratively. Especially here, where they spoke instead to the volunteers and his general caretakers. 

He exhaled. Perhaps his standards for 'good conversation' had just slipped considerably. As well as his standards for 'acceptable human.' After all, there he was, discussing taking Logan into his home, with someone all-too-anxious to never see him again. Nice or not, he had to be cautious. He seemed like he cared about his opinion, but that was the thing about humans; they were good at seeming. 

He gave up on trying to listen into their conversation. They were far away, and it only seemed to pertain to what supplies he would need if he took him. At the very least, the volunteer was doing their job of explaining his needs. He skittered into the fake log that was in his environment as he considered his future. 

This was not the first time he'd met someone excited to see him, eager to adopt him. It had happened, once before. He'd been much younger then, much more innocent, much happier, much more eager to go into a home with a human family. 

That eagerness and happiness had lasted about a week. 

And, well, that's why he was with a rescue now. 

He considered Virgil. He spoke to him, yes, was interested, but he was still larger; Logan surmised he could easily fit in his hands, probably even only one. He had more legs, and more eyes, and could jump, and had venomous fangs (barely, to a human), but he was still the one with the disadvantage. A severe one. He shuddered from memories he'd considered long in the past. Apparently, they were still with him in the present. 

Likely, he would not get an opinion on who he went home with, anyway. It was why he made it a point to be so aggressive with everyone who came over to him. But Virgil… Well, he supposed he would see, and soon. The two humans were walking towards his enclosure again, this time Virgil had a large bag of items relevant to Logan’s care. 

He poked his head back out, eyes roving over his figure. Virgil smiled at him, one corner of his mouth tugged further up than the other. He turned to the volunteer. 

"Could you, I mean, if there's maybe…" he made a gesture with his empty hand, seemingly unable to finish his thought. "I kinda wanna," he lost his momentum again. He inhaled and exhaled a few times. "Could I just have a minute with him," he rushed out. The volunteer made some sort of face, but nodded, and left. Virgil took a step forward, and Logan met him (as much as he could from within his glass case) halfway, stepping out from his log. He was certainly more willing to be out in the open with only Virgil there. He returned a tiny, if uneasy smile of his own. 

Virgil crouched down again. "Have you really been here for most of your life? Around humans?" Logan blinked. That took some time. 

"Yes," he admitted. "I was abducted too young to learn any survival instincts." He couldn't say why he so willingly told him his past, but Virgil wanted to know, and Logan knew what that thirst for knowledge was like. "How did you know?" He wasn't accusatory, merely curious, undoubtedly as Virgil had been. 

"Volunteer told me," Virgil made a slight face, and Logan wondered what else he'd been told about his past. He was about to ask, but Virgil continued. "Said you'd been waiting here for way too long." There was a look on his face that Logan had only seen on childrens' face moments before a tantrum. 

He believed that Virgil was sad, but he couldn't figure out why. "That you'd been rescued from a bad situation." Ah. "Uh, listen." Virgil brought a hand up, and Logan flinched, but it was only to awkwardly scratch at his cheek. 

He looked at Logan intensely. "I know we've only known each other for a bit, and I totally understand if your answer's no, but." He looked pained. "Um." Virgil coughed into his hand, likely a gesture to fill the silence rather than a violent expulsion of the contents in his throat. "Would you? Like me? To uh? Take you home? Er- fuck." Virgil groaned, clearly frustrated by his own ineloquence. "Would you like to live with me? I could offer you a bigger space than what you've got here, take care of you- that water looks too old to be healthy- and you can decline if you want. I just- yeah," he finished, slumping over with hunched shoulders from the effort. 

Logan considered it. He considered it for a while. He considered the short time that he'd spent with the human, and made his decision. At the very least, Virgil wouldn’t be that cruel compared to his...other options. Logan nodded. The smallest of smiles flitted up onto his mouth, and that was apparently what Virgil was waiting for. He offered him a 'be right back', and went to grab an employee. Logan took in his cage one last time, hope was rapidly raising in him.

Meanwhile, Virgil was paying for his purchases as well as Logan's adoption fee. When he came back, it was with the volunteer, who was carrying a smaller containment box meant for transportation, and something else in the other hand. 

Logan's habitat was opened, and suddenly, the volunteer's hand plunged into his tank, startling Logan out of his thoughts and immediately put him on the opposition, fangs bared and ready. It didn't matter, though. The volunteer was wearing thick rubber gloves, preventing any form of retaliation on the part of the drider, and he was grabbed roughly around the middle. He hated being held, nobody knew how to properly hold him; he wasn't a human infant, why did they insist on holding him that way? Unable to resist, Logan squirmed in the grip of the human, receiving a light squeeze and a pained look from Virgil for his efforts. 

“Now, just to get him all ready for you,” the volunteer chirped, bringing a bundle of rope into view. Logan’s eyes widened, and he started struggling anew.

As if he hadn’t moved a muscle, Logan felt his arms being pinned and bound behind his back, knotted tightly. Logan couldn't move his upper arms. The volunteer had just grabbed a few of his legs between two fingers, Logan was kicking and still trying to bite, when-

“The hell are you doing?” Virgil asked in a tone that was, quite frankly, utterly terrifying. It made Logan shudder, before almost instinctively he stopped his efforts to escape. Was this Virgil's true nature, then? 

"Oh, this is just standard procedure for all dangerous creatures," the volunteer responded. And Logan's head snapped up to the two. His internal organs seemed to quiver, as much as he knew that wasn't possible. Virgil had been upset at the volunteer? "Just for everybody's safety." 

"Well then," his unending glare at purely the volunteer seemed to confirm who his ire was directed at. "I guess you'll have to untie him, because I don't think he's a danger to me at all." The volunteer stared back, and understandably backed down. 

"Well, you're his new owner, so!" And Logan remained untied, minus his upper arms, and placed in the transportation  carrier. Virgil paid the adoption fee, and took Logan by the handle, and he felt a thrill of freedom, combined with an atypical bout of anxiety. 

"Hey," Virgil started, as they were walking out of the store. "There's some more stuff on the shelves that I could get you,"  Virgil rolled his shoulder. "It's not, like, required equipment or anything, but some of it looked like it could be kind of cool?" Logan squinted. 

"Why would cold items be preferable to own?" Virgil smirked and then bit his lip. 

"No, I mean, like." He mulled it over, tilting his head. "Nea- no." He exhaled some air out his nose. "Fun? Awesome?" Ah. 

"I suppose, if you wanted to look, I would not be opposed." Virgil smiled, and for the next half hour, Logan was treated to a trip around some of the aisles. Virgil held up his cage, letting him look at some of the items made for a drider's physical and mental engagement. He let Logan decide entirely what he did and did not want to buy, even though he was sure it was difficult for him to keep lifting the transport box, in addition to being a tedious way to shop. His favorites were a little him-sized version of a 'Rubick's Cube,' as well as a better version of the log cave that he'd grown accustomed to in the store. 

He paid when he got up front, and they made their way to his car, placing his other purchases in the back. He put Logan on the seat next to him, 'passenger seat,' Logan vaguely recalled. He was about to buckle him in. 

"Alright, sit tight," Logan was about to ask what that meant when Virgil gasped. "Holy shit, I forgot about the rope." He dropped to the ground, crouched again, and opened the top of his carrier. He carefully took his fingers and untied the ropes, immediately freeing his arms. Logan rubbed around his wrists on instinct, "I'm sorry! Does it hurt? Are you okay?" Logan looked up at Virgil's earnest, open face, full of concern for Logan, and thought of how he'd treated him this entire time, how hopeful and excited he'd been. 

"Yes," Logan smiled. "I think I will be."

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In my mind he kinda looks like this, and check out that cool size comparison chart at the bottom!

My favorite line from the original: I guess there's like normal things there like cats and dogs and birds and like maybe magical-y things like, winged cats and winged dogs and winged birds.

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[gorbo-longstocking]

Could we ask for your headcanon appearance of each monster? How tall are they? Anything specific out of the typical appearance made by the fandom?

OOOO i have no idea tbh uh. hm.

gonna put this under cut because you said monster not skeleton….. whole rq list is getting da treatment >:3 fair warning i have no been super into the aus for very long so idk what constitutes as fandom wide appearance and what doesnt

sans: i dont think i have any hot takes on what he looks like? hes just regular old sans blue hoodie and basket ball shorts. i do think he smells vaguely of cheese whizz though.

papyrus: i cant stop envisioning him in sweaters and i dont know why. like the really dorky ones. the kind of guy to wear ugly christmas sweaters for months. my hot take is he tends to wear the same couple of outfits semi-frequently for months at a time as a comfort thing. his gloves and scarf are ALWAYS apart of the ensemble. the gloves r also for sensory reasons

red: i am OBSESSED with turtleneck wearing red its changed my life. i think about ur near constantly. he doesnt wear his jacket as much as sans maybe? i can also see him wearing jewelry some. if he had ears hed have one pierced. its generally rings and necklaces though. he and esge have shark teeth too like those kinds of sharp teeth but i know thats generally normal. big boneed and has a belly. bc he deserves one

edge: LEATHER ENTHUSIAST. he wears leather pants i think. he also has a purse to carry doomfanger around in (she is wearing a harness) he wears heeled boots which add to his impressive height (6’5) uhh. smells like spices. vaguely of cinnamon. gloves are less for sensory reasons, more he isnt fond of dirt.

blue: wears a bunch of goofy graphic t’s and also his scarf. has a tooth gap and freckles but thats a pretty common interpretation. he wears sneakers and has various silly ones like light ups and heelies. just for a laugh. my hot take is every sans had a tooth gap growing up and only blue didnt get it fixed. he thinks he looks better with it.

stretch: CARGO SHORTS. the many pockets for the many things he finds and picks up. theyre seemingly never endless. hes lanky looking, always slouching and leaning to one side hes never known good posture in his life. talks with his hands.

lord: wears shoes that give him a height boost. also unironically wears designer shit. his gloves are also for sensory reasons like papyrus. instead of shark like teeth he just has very sharp canines. he smells like coffee underneath and OVERWHELMING amount of cologne.

mutt: ALWAYS wearing his jacket youd be hardpressed to get it off of him (only lord can do it wnd even then its still a chore) his boots are furlined and everything he wears is the same texture. he defaults to sweat pants bc jeans r scratchy but he can manage it ok. hes got claws he tries to keep clipped down bc they scratched his phone screen. has a tendency to glare.

g: turtleneck under leather jacket wearer. he smirks more than he smiles. the tallest sans. he and ace take on a thicker set of bones to match gaster. wears docs probably.

ace: argyle enthusiast. very very tall, kind of gangly with glasses and a very sweet smile. his eyes are VERY kind you know the ones where someone smiles and their eyes crinkle up and youre like my god they r the sweetest.

height wise from tallest to shortest: ace (7'2), g (6'7) edge (6'5), papyrus (6'3), mutt (6'1), stretch (6'0), red (5'5), sans (5'3), lord (5'1), blue (5'0)

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gaster: tall, very tall. not really made of bone, it feels kind of boney but its more porcelain like?? holes in his hands and cracks on his face duh. kind of pudgy. like i know hes boney but hes got a dad bod tbh. his smiles kind of on the awkward side even when hes being genuine. he also tends to wear long sleeves.

mercury: eccentric sweater vest kind of guy. wears cordoroy pants and is a few inches shorter than gaster but not much. his missing a tooth in the front of his mouth (he tripped) but it only adds to his character.

epsilon: wears reds and blacks, with deep scars running along his face and also his body. his chest has a nasty one along with a few along his arm and on his back. shoes are snazzy, you can hear them click on the floor and he does it on purpose. intimidating.

height wise from tallest to shortest: epsilon (7'11), gaster (7'6), mercury (7'4)

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toriel: not sure what to say here except toriel in my head is soft shapes. not super curvy just kind of round. mrs clause shaped.

asgore: took the tits in the divorce

rose: a little curvier than toriel. she has the appearance of someone who used to be kind of buff but over time lost that. sharper teeth, thoigh theyre somewhat small and unnoticeable unless shes threatening you. she also has claws.

oleander: HUGE AND BUFF. where rose’s fangs are small his are not and got are they obvious. has black hair as compared to swap and uts blond. huge arms. tends to wear tight fitting plain black shirts. always sneering.

clover: also buff, gotta be buff to hold that trident. she wears flannels and jeans more often than not. shes a bit serious, leaning more towards the tired side. has eye bags that she tries to make less noticable. her horns are bit bigger than uf and ut toriel.

basil: wears glasses like ut toriel, his muscle has turned to fat so he is very soft. has a warm face, welcoming and inviting. hes the smallest of the asgore but hes still pretty damn big.

dahlia: her fangs are not as big as oleanders but much bigger than roses. seems lost in thought and when shes not shes cold and prying. doesnt sneer, she smiles, though its almost too wide and somewhat unsettling. on the off chance her face softens, she looks younger and sweeter. her real laugh sounds kind of like a bell.

hemlock: black hair like oleander although its kind of greasy. he wears cardigans, always mentioning being cold. hes got fangs as well and his eyes are somewhat down turned kind of making him look perpetually miserable. hes the thinnest of all the goats, looking borderline unhealthy.

height wise from tallest to shortest: oleander (8'4), hemlock (8'0), asgore (7'7), dahlia (7'6), clover (7'5), basil (7'4), rose (7'2), toriel (7'2)

[mageofseven]

are requests open? how would the brothers (or undateables) react to MC giving them a bouquet of flowers because they want to show their partner they care?

Ooo okay cute! I think I'd add another layer to this and use flower language so each bouquet has a cute meaning~

This will be for just the Brothers, but I will have another post out for the Undateables' version 😊

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Lucifer:

Gives him a bouquet of red carnations (symbolising love, pride, and admiration) and Peonies (symbolising happy life, happy marriage, good health, and prosperity).

The oldest was in his study, sighing over the stack of paperwork he had been trying to dwindle down all morning.

Their boyfriend has been so busy and stressed lately; the human simply wanted to help ease things for him, but in a new and meaningful way.

At first, the demon didn't didn't even acknowledge when MC stepped in, but when they approached his desk and started rocking on their feet nervously, the man sighed once more and looked up at them.

"I'm sorry, Love. What is it?"

"Okay so...I did a thing..." They mumbled before revealing the bouquet from behind their back.

The Avatar of Pride raised an eyebrow before letting a soft smile spread across his face.

"They are very beautiful. However, I don't recall there being any occasion for them."

"There is though!" MC insisted. "These flowers represent a message for you!"

Lucifer took the human's wrist and guided them around the desk and onto his lap. Arms around them, the demon stared down at the bouquet.

"I see." He kissed their neck. "Well, I'm afraid I am not caught up on my flower language so I'll be relying on your interpretation."

The human blushed and could feel the man's low chuckle from behind them.

"If you truly have a message for me, Love, now is the time to say it."

"I..." MC hid their face in the flowers and mumbled a little. "The red carnations are for love and admiration...I love you so much and I admire how hard you work...but the peonies are for a happy life and good health. I...want you to take better care of yourself."

"I take it you're worried for me?"

"Luce...you didn't come to bed last night and you were in here all day yesterday. Of course, I'm worried--and don't say you can handle this because even so, stress and lack of sleep are not good for you."

The man let out a long sigh before adjusting the human in his arms and rising from his seat.

"L-Luce?"

"If what you need from me is some rest then so be it."

Wouldn't usually give in so easily, but his Love put so much thought into expressing their worry so it would be wrong to simply dismiss them.

Mammon:

Gives him a bouquet of Alstromeria (symbol of wealth, prosperity, and fortune, as well as a flower of friendship) and Sweet Peas (symbolic of departure after having a good time).

It was the night before MC was being sent back to the Human realm. They knocked on his bedroom door and the second brother let them in, eyeing the flowers with a red face.

"W-What are those for??"

"For you." MC smiled. "It's...ya know since I'm leaving tomorrow. It's a thank-you."

Mammon grinned, trying to act confident.

"Well of course you got these for me! You got a lot to thank me for looking out for ya, now dontcha?"

"I really do." MC handed them to the demon. "There's a meaning to my flower choices though. Alstromeria is to wish you luck in money matters and express how much your friendship has meant to me. The sweet peas...to say that I had a lot of fun with you this school year."

The second brother went silent. I mean, what was he supposed to say after hearing that they put so much thought into giving him freaking flowers.

"Just...thank you for everything, Mammon. Really." MC leaned in and kissed his cheek before turning to the door.

The man's brain was short circuiting from the kiss, but still managed to push through the flustered-ness to call out.

"Oil! Wait a second 'ere!"

MC looked over their shoulder, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah?"

The words died in his mouth. This was his last chance to tell them how he felt...but he wonder if there was any point in it anymore? I mean, they leave tomorrow...

Despite still having the urge to say something, the man lowered his head and waved off the human.

"Eh, forget. Go to bed or something. I have things to do."

And then they left, just as he told them.

Now he's left wondering if he should of spoken up or not he should have.

Leviathan:

Gives him a bouquet of Hydrangeas (symbolising heartfelt emotions and used to express gratitude of being understood) and Anemone (which has a positive meaning of anticipation).

It was a couple days before MC had to return to the Human realm.

The two were hanging out like it was any other day though. Levi was immersed in his game, so much so that he didn't notice when MC left the room and came back with the bouquet.

"Levi, pause the game."

"Dude, it's an online match--"

Their boyfriend dropped the controller when he saw the flowers. His face went red as he just ceased to function.

"Levi?"

"W-W-What the hell are those?!"

"Flowers?"

"W-Well duh" He stammered out. "But why are they in my room?"

Because surely, surely they were not for him. I mean, why would the human be giving flowers to a stinky otaku like himself?

"They're for you."

Error. Blue screen. Levi.exe has stopped working. Please reset your Levi and--

"I...look." MC continued. "The hydrangeas represent...well, just how I appreciate the fact that I can be open with you. I feel like you're the only person who truly gets me...not just here in the Devildom, but even compared to those in the Human realm. The anemone...well, it has different meanings, but I'm using it to show that...I can't wait to find my way back to you."

The human was now blushing though not as much as the demon in front of them.

"Basically...I wanna say that I'm glad I'm your Henry and I'll always look forward to finding my way back to you...Levi?"

The man was tearing up.

"Sh-Shut up, Normie...I'm not crying..."

MC laughed and leaned in to kiss their boyfriend.

Yeah...they're happy to be his Henry 💕

Satan:

Gives him a bouquet of Purple Irises (symbolising eloquence, wisdom, and compliments) and Tulips (signifies a declaration of love and symbolizes perfect love).

Met the fourth brother in the library for their weekly study session.

Satan has been helping MC with some of their harder classes and in turn, the two had been spending a lot more time together

Which made it only too easy for the human to fall for him.

"Satan?"

The blonde looked up from the textbook he was skimming through in search of the correct page and raised an eyebrow as he saw MC standing before him, fidgeting in place and head down while hiding something behind their back.

"Is there something you need help with?"

"N-No...I..." The Human bit their lip. "Um...do you know anything about flower language?"

"Floriography? I suppose I know a fair amount." The demon watched them closely. "Do you have any questions based on the language?"

"No, I mean--" MC quickly shoved the bouquet in his face, their own face glowing a bright red. "Please accept these..."

The blonde took the flowers in confusion, staring down at them. Once he identified the flowers in the bouquet, a blush swept across his face, but was quickly replaced by a grin.

"Well now, why don't you tell me what these flowers mean to you?"

"D-Don't you know what they mean already?"

"I'd rather hear it from your lips, Kitten."

The human covered their face when they heard the new nickname.

"Kitten, I cannot accept these if you won't tell me their meaning."

MC lowered their hands.

"I...they..." The human mumbled. "The purple irises are to...well, thank you for your help and show that I really...really admire how knowledgeable you are. And...a-and the tulips..."

"And what about the tulips?"

"Please stop teasing me..."

The blonde chuckled before setting the bouquet on the table next to them and pulling MC close.

"Alright then. My answer is that I feel the same way, Kitten."

"Really?!"

The demon goes to fetch a vase for the flowers to sit on the table with them as they study.

Asmodeus:

Gives him of a bouquet of White Lilies (symbolising modesty and virginity), Aster (symbolising patience), purple lilac (symbolising first love), and Anemone (which mainly has negative symbolism to it, but can also be used to to symbolize anticipation in a positive interpretation).

The Avatar of Lust went to his room to change out of his school uniform and found the human sitting on his bed with the bouquet.

"Aww, Doll!"

The man rush over and squeeze the human in an embrace, carefully of the flowers.

"Oh you're so sweet! Getting me flowers like this!"

MC hid their face in their boyfriend's shoulder.

"Azzy...I have something to say."

"Okay~ what is it?"

MC pulled back and stared down at the flowers.

"I...do you know anything about Floriography?"

"Flower language? Oh, Doll, who do you think you're talking to? Of course~."

"Well...I used that for this bouquet."

"Ooo okay." The man gently took the bouquet from them. "Let's see then~ I see Lilies and Asters. Oh! A couple lilacs-- I love you two, Dolly."

He leaned in and kissed them.

"Oh and--" The smile that had been on his face suddenly fell when he spotted the anemone. "Dolly...is something wrong?"

The human started tugging on their sleeves.

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey...come here."

The demon laid the bouquet on the bed and pulled MC back into his arms. Face buried back into his shoulder, the man stroked his human's hair.

"It's okay. You know you can talk to me, right?"

MC didn't speak at first, just let their boyfriend's gentle comfort calm them for a bit.

"I...I'm sorry." They mumbled again. "I've probably just been overthinking. I just...it wouldn't leave my mind so even though it's hard to say, I knew I needed to talk about it and I thought it'd be easier with the flowers..."

"It's okay, Dolly. Take your time; I'm right here."

The demon kissed the top of the human's head.

"I just...you've been really good about not pushing me into...ya know...that next step. And I really appreciate it and everything because I've never done anything like that before. You're the first person I've ever dated, the first person I've ever fallen in love with...you've been my first date, my first kiss...and I want you to have my next first, but I'm still anxious about it. I feel bad though; I feel like I'm disappointing you since you're the Avatar of Lust and I just--"

"Oh Honey no!" The man didn't mean to interrupt them; he simply couldn't hold his words in anymore. "It's not like that at all. I'm with you for you, not your body. I can wait as long as you need me to."

He pulled away so he could look them in the eyes.

"I'm not going to be disappointed because you're not ready. We can wait as long as you need, okay?"

"Are...are you sure?"

"Of course, Doll. I don't want you to feel pressured into it. When we take that next step, I want it to be just beautiful and memorable for you as it will be for me and not something you feel obligated to do, okay?"

The Avatar of Lust finds a vase for the flowers and sets them on his vanity before cuddling up with the human in bed, keeping them close and murmuring sweet compliments and praises in their ear.

Asmo can wait. As long as he can hold his Dolly close and love them with all of his heart, he could wait a million years for them if that's what they needed.

Beelzebub:

Gives him a bouquet of Sunflowers (symbolising adoration, dedication, and dedicated love) and Peonies (symbolic of bashfulness, but also a happy life, happy marriage, and prosperity).

MC was too excited to give it to him so they waited outside of House of Lamentation for him to come back from practice.

"Beel! Beely come look!"

The redhead smiled at their Muffin and quickened his steps until he was right next to them.

"Here~." MC proudly presented the bouquet to him.

"It's very pretty. Thank you." Beel took the bouquet before leaning down and kissing the human.

"It's more than a bouquet though! It has symbolic meaning."

The demon raised.

"What's it mean then?"

MC blushed a bit before diverting their gaze from their boyfriend--or rather their fiancé since his proposed recently, hence why they made this bouquet for him.

"It's just...another way of saying I hope we'll always be happy together."

The big guys smiled before picking up his Muffin and kissing their forehead.

"I know we will, Muffin. Always."

Belphegor:

Gives him a bouquet of Statices (symbolizes remembrance and sympathy) and Red Roses (symbolising a deep love).

Sleepy boy woke up so confused when he found the flower basically shoved in his face.

"...What the hell am I looking at?"

"Flowers."

"No duh, Butthead." He pushed the flowers away, looking up at his Human. "I mean, why do you have them?"

"They're for you."

The man sighed.

"Fine..." He took the bouquet and set it on the other side of the bed before pulling MC down to him so they could lay together.

"Belphie, there's a point to them; they have meaning."

The man's eyes were already closed, ready to go back to sleep.

"Yeah? What?"

Silence. Avatar of Sloth cracked open an eye and saw his Human's expression weighed down with sadness.

"What's wrong?" Both eyes opened, he tightened his hold on them.

"It's...it's my way asking you to let it go."

Now it was the demon's turn to go silent.

Since the Incident™️, Belphie's been extra protective of them, but simultaneously really distant and harsh? It's been a back and forth sort of thing and even when they started dating, the trend stayed.

MC knew that he was just afraid of hurting them again. Sometimes he felt that keeping them close was for the best and others, he felt like pushing them away was. This back and forth was all because of the guilt that he carried.

Nervous, the human continued.

"The roses represent how much I love you and the statices...to show that even though I have not forgotten, I understand why you did it and I'm not upset. I forgave you instantly because I knew the pain you were in. I just...now I need you to forgive yourself, Belphie."

The demon buried his face in their neck.

"I don't want to talk about this."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

Belphie pulled back and gave the human a small kiss.

"Don't apologize for everything." He kissed them again. "You didn't do anything wrong."

It will take a lot more than a bouquet to make their boyfriend's guilt disappear, but the love and care behind it...the demon felt it, even if he didn't say it out loud.