#now youre one toeless

[futturmangamez]

What if you stubbed your toe and it just came off

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 4: I'm creepy?...

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

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your POV:

back at the hotel, I went straight to my room, putting all of my clothes that angel bought for me in there drawers and hangers. angel said that there weren't any shoes that work for my paws so he said to try and wear toeless socks....there comfortable but I just have to be carful were I step. walking to the lobby I decided to grab a drink, sitting on the stool "what do you want kid?" "nothing strong" sliding the drink over to me I decide to ask about what happened earlier "hay husk right..." "yeah?" "do you know who valentino is?", setting down the glass he was cleaning he turns "hes an overlord, part of the Vees ...owns a strip club angel works at" well that explains it "what's an overlord?" "you ask to many damn questions kid" "sorry...just asking since I'm still getting used to the permeant damnation thing..." "overlords are powerful demons, ranked by there power over others. humans deal in favors and money, but down here...you deal in souls. and fuckers like radio face abuse that power" radio face? that's new "you mean Alastor? "yeah kid, hes an overlord, haven't you ever seen those posters outside?" now that I think about it, no...I haven't but that would explain his whole dark and twistedness "is that why hes so creepy.." "I'm creepy?...", whipping my head around my heart feels like it just fell out of my ass "oh how you wound me dear, tell me what makes me so creepy hmm..." "well I- no I didn't mean- how long have you been standing there..." "well I heard my name and couldn't help but listen, tell me what is it that has peeked your interest in me?", "w-well husk was telling me about overlords and that you were uhm-...one" "ah yes my dear, husker is correct!, what brought up such a subject?" "oh well... me and angel ran into this Valentino guy and when I asked angel he looked so scared..." "hmm well if he works for valentino, then there's a high chance he made a contract" "contract?" "yes, a contract for his soul~" of course, a contract or a deal for a soul "husk also said something about the Vees who are they?" hearing loud static I look up, Alastors smile was tight and his expression was that of irritation, the static getting louder "oh nobody important..." "oookk..." I'm not gonna pry into that anymore, I like my second life...sorta.

Alastors POV:

so our little bunny got into some trouble with the Vees? and it seems valentino has caught interest in her, I cant have that... "tell me dear what did valentino say to you?" "hmm he asked me if I wanted to work for him, said he could make me rich or something like that" oh Valentino, how does one fine joy in taking advantage of young women, maybe he has an animal fetish or something, for once that makes my skin crawl "and what did you say?" "I told him no naturally, the guy has no boundaries, and from the way he treated angel I don't think I would want to work for somebody like him" hmm smart girl~ "well its good to know your alright!" wouldn't want my toy to be broken before iv played with it first... "i just hope angel is ok" "you need not worry about angel, I'm sure hes doing just fine dear, you shouldn't get involved" especially with the likes of such nasty people like valentino, how dare he attempt to steal my plaything, I guess ill have to show him that I don't like sharing.

your POV:

chatting with Alastor and husk I feel a bit tired, probably had one to many refills of my drink, iv always been a light weight... "its getting a bit late, I think I'm gonna head to bed now" husk takes my half empty glass as I stand from the stool "well goodnight my dear, sweet dreams~..."

I had writers block for like 30min because I just felt like adding a whole extra part for Alastor and it nearly killed me!!! but anyways I love you guys and please enjoy this chapter stay tuned~

-squerlly

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You have Luvia's favorite pink girls, Junko and Baiken!!

She loves her pinkette's rough and crude~~

"What in the… I don't know who this Luvia girl is but what is she calling me 'rough and crude' for? I haven't been THAT brutish in a while! Does she think I'm gonna whip her the moment I look at her? That's nearly insulting!

"Nay. I plan for the downfall of my cohorts. Do you believe the Killing School Life was exclusively planned through the whimsical cacophony that rattled my mind in days that are a worthwhile distance away from the one in which we stand? I had to learn more about all of my classmates. Their motivations, talents, personalities, relationships amongst themselves, preferences, the things they abhor… All of this was taken into consideration as I devised what was ultimately a drama meant to appeal to my amusement.

"Then again… That got too boring for me. The thought of knowing everything that was gonna happen was going to put me in a really bad mood. I could already feel the tears swelling up to my eyes, engulfing my vision as the first case proceeded without any deviation from my plan. It made me realize just how empty my chest felt at that moment. I had to fill it with something that would give it the energy to keep the blood in my body flowing through its many vessels or there was a probable chance I might've just become catatonic… That's why I had to kill my sister. I had to fight through the remorse to keep myself alive. The woe of such a betrayal was what my heart demanded in order to convince my heart to keep my heart. She probably still hates me for that right now. Realistically, anyone would. I don't even know how I could make it up to her. Should I? She probably doesn't even want to see me again for the rest of her life.

"Does that make me rough and crude? Maybe. I wouldn't fight against the idea of being a vulgar woman. I can be crass if people want me to, even if I would rather be more personable. I think that's what I want to be right now."

"… I was plannin' on saying something back to that 'Luvia' gal but I don't really know if it would feel right after all that. I wasn't expecting her to spout all o… Wait.

"Hrmph!"

Baiken's arm arose from her white, loose sleeve and her feet lunged her body to the side before her fingers clasped onto Junko's pale arm. Her eyes peered at Junko's free arm, watching its fingers briefly wiggle in rapid waves before she took a step back and pulled her ensnared arm upward, causing the former to jolt in place and her foot to slide forward in a few milliseconds. Baiken's black coat swung forward along with her tattered sleeve while Junko's strawberry twintails blew behind her, her light blue eyes violently vibrating in place before they locked onto the ronin's lone, pink eye and eyepatch.

"I had a feelin' you still had some stress inside you despite that spiel you went on. There a reason why you threw your hands at me?"

"As my hypothalamus is currently distributing an abundance of cortisol to my nervous system as a result of my psyche remembering my distressing and complicated memories of my sister, I desire an apparatus I can compress so I can reduce the amount of it and possibly counteract it with the production of serotonin. If I were to allow myself to continue remembering these thoughts, there's a possibility my lacrimal glands will produce an excess of tears. I believe it imperative for me to compress a preferably pliable apparatus in order to aid in diminishing these distressing memories. I may resort to pleading in desperation should you choo--"

"ShhhRRSH! Errgh. I figured that's what you were aiming for. I usually don't have anything to say to people like you but given everything you just said…"

Baiken's wide thighs flexed and stretched her toeless greaves into the ground while her grip onto Junko's arm tightened before it swung it down and tossed it away from her. Just as she saw Junko's face and shoulders twist in her peripheral vision, Baiken launched her right shoulder forward and slammed it into the back of her cardigan, sending her blubber into a wobbling fit, loosening a few buttons and pulling down her black, spotted bra far enough to have her chest's fat plunge further away from her clothes.

"Don't try to 'squeeze' out any stress you're feeling if it's severely bothering you. It's better to face it straight on and acknowledge why it bothers you so much. Know what's distressing you and see if you have any way to fix it. That's all I have to say to you for now. Try using me as a stress toy again and the soil's gonna know the way you taste really well."

"Wh… I… Wait. Come back. No. B--But…

"PLEAAAASE come BAAAAAACK! Don't let my thoughts about my sister make me feel worse! I couldn't even do the cool counter I wanted to do against you! Waaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

[stoicbreviary]

Chuang Tzu 5.3 

In Lû there was a cripple, called Shû-shan the Toeless, who came on his heels to see Kung-nì. 

Kung-nì said to him, "By your want of circumspection in the past, Sir, you have incurred such a calamity—of what use is your coming to me now?" 

Toeless said, "Through my ignorance of my proper business and taking too little care of my body, I came to lose my feet. But now I am come to you, still possessing what is more honorable than my feet, and which therefore I am anxious to preserve entire. There is nothing which Heaven does not cover, and nothing which Earth does not sustain; you, Master, were regarded by me as doing the part of Heaven and Earth—how could I know that you would receive me in such a way?" 

Confucius rejoined, "I am but a poor creature. But why, my master, do you not come inside, where I will try to tell you what I have learned?" 

When Toeless had gone out, Confucius said, "Be stimulated to effort, my disciples. This toeless cripple is still anxious to learn to make up for the evil of his former conduct—how much more should those be so whose conduct has been unchallenged!"  

Toeless, however, told Lâo Tan of the interview, saying, "Khung Khiû, I apprehend, has not yet attained to be a Perfect man. What has he to do with keeping a crowd of disciples around him? He is seeking to have the reputation of being an extraordinary and marvelous man, and does not know that the Perfect man considers this to be as handcuffs and fetters to him." 

Lâo Tan said, "Why did you not simply lead him to see the unity of life and death, and that the admissible and inadmissible belong to one category, so freeing him from his fetters? Would this be possible?" 

Toeless said, "It is the punishment inflicted on him by Heaven. How can he be freed from it?" 

[pondslime]

find the word wip game

rules: search your wip(s) for the words given to you and share a sentence, then assign words for the people you tag

@visceravalentines MEG TYSM FOR THIS TAG this was so SO fckn fun. what an electric concept!! I shared more than a sentence for each bc I'm a fiend

my words were mouth, fall, dirt, teeth, and open!! cracking my knuckles like wooooooooo let's GOOOO

MOUTH;

from sacramentum (midnight mass // father paul hill x reader)

What happened to Mary in that cave? Alone, having stripped herself of all other pleasures—nothing but her thoughts and the one book she’d allowed herself. Wandering the seaside and building crucifixes out of sticks and roots, tied together by some stray fishing line. Had she looked down on his face, whittled crudely out of stone, and wished for steadier hands to carve his likeness? How many times had she woken with the sound of the sea in her ears? Perched by the mouth of the cave, watching the sky turn from gray to blue to gold to black?

Did she ever see ships on the horizon? What did she think of them? Had she ever thought of flagging one down? And what was the punishment she’d given herself for that?

When did you stop feeling hungry? You couldn’t survive on tears alone.

FALL;

from dancing in the moonlight (an american werewolf in london // david kessler & jack goodman x reader)

“We could’ve gotten frostbite.” Jack mutters.

“In the worst case scenario, yes, I suppose.” David replies, helping himself to a bagel.

“We almost got trench foot.”

“We did not!” David exclaims, laughing.

“That’s why I said almost, poindexter.” Jack counters. “One more night of wet socks and my toes would’ve fallen off. One by one—” He flicks his index finger three times, making a popping noise with his lips. “And it would’ve been all your fault. Good luck explaining that to my mother when we get back in the states. Oh, sorry Mrs. Goodman, I had Jack trekking through miles upon miles of soggy moorland and now he’s toeless. Those socks you knit him, forget about it. Maybe give it ‘til next Hanukkah and he’ll regrow his toes—oh, wait…”

“You’re ridiculous.” David shakes his head.

“Oh yeah? I’ll remember that when I’m decomposing next to you. Toes gone. Rotting.” Picking up the tongs, Jack wavers above the platter of croissants. “Sure you’ll find me real funny then, you schmuck.”

DIRT;

from sometime after midnight (house of wax // bojangles sinclair x reader)

The dull blue glow from the keypad barely illuminates the ground, but you can make out the unmistakable sign of cherry red fluid leaking onto the dirt. A steady trickle of it drips from the underside of the car—and it's not stopping anytime soon.

Your transmission is fucked.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You exclaim.

TEETH;

from serotonin (house of wax // carly jones x reader)

She pictures her tank top, bloody and tattered, stuffed into a plastic bag labeled with EVIDENCE in bold letters. The prosecutor clicks to the next projection slide and there she is, another picture.

“Who are the women in the photographs? Are they still alive? It’s difficult." The detective on the screen grimaces. "We only have remnants of them. We’ve found teeth…clothes. The trophies they kept of these women will hopefully lead us to discovering their identities. I don’t know how long it’s going to take. But they deserve to have their names given back to them.”

“Carly?”

OPEN;

from a handful of bluebonnets (tcm // thomas hewitt x reader)

He’d been young. Young enough to still show his face, but old enough to know that it was the reason people were staring. He didn’t remember much from that day, just open-mouthed stares and the cow at the county fair with big watery eyes. Black, shining irises eclipsing the thin white sclera, framed with long lashes. She was a regal old thing, standing with her neck held high, ears twitching.

He thought he saw her again once, years later.

Her coat was duller, her head dropping. She’d traded her blue ribbons for slippery red blood, splattered along the wall and running down the grate. You use up all your usefulness on pride and this is where you’re bound to end up.

Maybe she’d been the first one. Spoiled with the heartbreak of a life that never came to be.

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[tulipthealtsblog]

BNA tickling headcanons

So this post is going to consist of every major character besides Alan, Boris, and Mayor Rose. Even a few minor characters, too!

(Please, PLEASE don't confuse this for BNHA, I have not watched it, and only found out what it meant a few days ago.)

Without further ado,

Michiru:

The biggest Ler of the crew.

Especially helped by her claws.

She *loves* dragging them slowly around to tease her Lees.

Coincidentally, she's the most ticklish of the crew, too.

Nazuna used to be the most ticklish, but once they became beastmen, Michiru just became that much more sensitive.

Her most ticklish spot is her ribs. Gently tickling her from her sides all the way up just demolishes her.

Shirou:

He tends to not get involved in the "ticklish shenanigans" Michiru and Nazuna get caught up in.

But when he does, he's not that bad a Ler.

Usually it's just giving Michiru some soft tickles.

Usually only happens when Rose says she needs to be "punished somehow".

He is... not ticklish.

Well, maybe a little bit behind the ears when he's in his beastman form.

Michiru likes to scratch him there like the good boy he is.

Nazuna:

The most teasey Ler of the bunch.

She loves watching her Lees squirm, then tease them for how squirmy they are.

Usually the winner of most of her and Michiru's tickle fights.

But by a very small margin.

She used to be the most ticklish of the duo when they were humans.

The beastman transformation effected Michiru's sensitivity more than Nazuna's.

Not to say she's not still ticklish. She's still as ticklish as ever.

Her worst spot is her feet. It's the reason she wears such thick socks.

She made the mistake of getting toeless ones though. She pays the price for it severely, though, during tickle fights.

She doesn't like to tell anyone, but she actually likes being tickled.

Marie:

She used to rarely tickle anyone. She didn't even know what the word meant until Michiru told her.

Now she does it relentlessly, especially after she found out Nazuna likes it.

But she doesn't prolong it. She's quick with her tickling. Some heavy pokes/drags in or near your death spot, over in about 30 seconds.

She's rarely the Lee, but she's most ticklish on her neck.

(I don't have anymore Lee!Marie headcanons lol)

Nina:

Extremely playful Ler.

When she finds out you're ticklish, she occasionally does some light tickling.

Nothing too much. Maybe some light side taps.

She's pretty ticklish though.

Her worst spot is her belly. She can't handle it there, but she still tries to get some tickles there occasionally.

Also, in her beastman form, her fins are actually pretty ticklish.

Jackie:

Tickling is actually a pretty big thing within the Bears Baseball team.

(That's something Michiru learned the hard way)

They do it all the time, after training, during victory celebrations, or just in general hangouts.

And of course, the most proficient Ler is Jackie.

She's extremely small, so she can just climb on you and go ham.

She's just about a walking tickle spot, everywhere on her is extremely ticklish.

And that's all for BNA! I'm gonna do Deltarune next, since that was the second place at the time of making this list.

[empirrepostr]

heads fulla eyeballs.

but what if we were actually talking about disney's hercules?

elevent.

ant.

albert fish is food not friends.

dude was straight up being a fantasy furry irl.

oh he went there.

zoo 2 in real life. yikes.

is there a guy in the fish army called albert?

sweet jesus i hope not.

that's a deed poll moment.

can't believe they killed the american river salmon.

screw you alabama corpos.

leaves the squirrels alone will ya gees.

there are corners now and i am not happy.

get your pointy nonsene out of here. you already killed the fart fish.

alabama man living the vin diesel life over here.

why can't we just be more like the pasenger pigeon consevationists.

and you're back in the room.

oh hi cark.

if we go to war with north korea you know they'll destroy them.

on one hand totalitarian dictatorship on the other the environment.

i wondered why our helmets had skulls on them.

they actually do by the way.

holy crap michell and webb was right.

we're living in the supervillain's au.

they killed superman. they put him in a dumpster.

that explains te kryptocurrency.

don't worry we have edwards. oh god we have edwards. that's worse.

rawshack is real!

does bill king count as dollar bill?

we are living on the even better than that earth.

snappy the crocodile has genuine lore.

there's a psychoville is suicide squad as well.

great. we got the universe with the worst joker.

i am now suspicious of barbie.

yeah but it's not like we have harley-

bing bing bong bong. get those lights off!

let's kart.

queen latifa.

at least the football blanket is canon.

murk.

half of it.

to the backrroms wit ye.

skyfall.

if you knew the plot of that movie…

spare the toes.

it's too later for megaphone.

dick! [Rex note: richard entered the chat]

rabsolutely rothing rarge.

i don't need your onions.

i won't forgive them for what they did to ettie.

Jon can fix them. send them to his daycare.

PROMPT!

there's some umami as avalon in here.

GGFF coming through with a shiner.

well we do have jerky over here.

i like furries but when they get all albert fish…

MFN raises questions.

icetop raising.

where is my oat flour?!

otoole.

bing bing bong bong. get those lights off!

i'm waking up to ash and dust.

the chemicals were earlier.

they made breeding algae illegal. they literally want us to die.

they planet is suffering. luckily it's immune system ki- you!

arnold turn around.

he puts his fist into your stomach.

vertibrate problems.

screw bones who need 'em.

so it was Jon who was the evil genie og that family guy episode.

he has the evil genie laugh fromn the meme.

well at least land development is killing off the nematode's only pred.

talk about shooting yourself in the foot.

haha! i am immune.

don'tt shoot there. what will the TRTS eat?

Charli is sus.

no toe gang.

can't toe the line if you got no toes.

toeless money gang.

"ketelds use twigs and disgarded hair as a hat".

are we sure he's not a kappa?

THE BOWSE! THE BOWSER IS REAL!

his name jeff.

that would be a genuine reason to disguise his surname.

well he certainly spits fire.

cause they know that he can.

it's a house of wax.

asdfdf TATVA!

ah british engineering. take something german and make it cheaper.

then drive like a dangerous idiot.

a mars a day!

weetabix.

i need flour! flour of oats!

darkrise.

ducklore pls.

dm-dm dm-dm dm-dadmdadm.

get me outta here oz.

sometimes i get a good feeling. i get a feeling i never ever had before.

you know that weekend song with the fax machine and the robot?

[Editor's note: this one, posted it above after the full convo]

[Editor's note: was Ready For The Weekend but Vevo is screwy]

no not you Calvin Harris get utta there!

you take me out of my mind when you and i intertwine.

it's still a better song. [Rex note: Calvin Harris Not Alone stole it]

clown posse is once again asking.

where's enforcer. they need to be on tumblr.

ag.

that makes sense.

that would truly be the start.

flour becoming a mario bros movie joke by this point.

cracks knuckles. how irritator. rex!

what did echidnas ever do to you?

defender upender.

knuckle sammich.

[fishnettig]

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[bunjywunjy]

Do you have any human facts I love finding out odd things about us

there actually is one unique aspect of humans that's INCREDIBLY dangerous to small animals, especially birds! can you guess what it is?

I'll give you a hint: it's on your head right now.

that's right! FUR HAIR IS MURDER.

see, human hair isn't just long, it's INCREDIBLY strong- if your hair is long enough, go ahead and pluck a strand from your head right now, then gently pull it between your hands until it finally breaks.

how much strength did that take? do you think a lizard or a small bird could generate that kind of force?

(spoiler! no.)

(because he is just a little boy.)

so what happens is a small animal gets one of its extremities tangled up in a long strand of discarded human hair, and if it can't reach the strand to bite it off or doesn't even have teeth in the first place, it's stuck!

(like this but way sadder)

and because human hair doesn't decay in any kind of a reasonable timeframe, the animal will STAY tangled until something yanks on the end of the hair and pulls it tight, cutting off bloodflow to the affected limb. if this isn't corrected by a helpful passer-by, the limb will die and fall off.

this is why there's been an epidemic of toeless pigeons in urban centers in recent years- they get their feet tangled in hair and lose their toes!

I was going to try and say something funny here, but, well.

if you have long hair, keep track of your hairbrush and DEFINITELY don't offer any of that stuff to birds for nest building material!

[insomniiyac]

Temptation

Jayce is reminded that all demons were once angels casted from Heaven.

Pairing: Jayce x Ekko

Warnings: nsfw (minors dni!), religion kink, blasphemy, corruption, dubcon

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Was slick obsessed with this AU and had to get it out. Enjoy!

Jayce Talis was a devout man who dedicated most of his life to the teachings of Father God and walking the righteous path. Many Piltovens looked up to him as the Poster Boy of their country and sought to follow his teachings as well. As Father Talis, he was able to extend his reach to teach everyone from all walks of life. Although he attracted many people who took his teachings to heart, his status also attracted some bad faith actors- one of which he had a sneaking suspicion was following him for about a week following an exorcism.

This suspicion came to a head tonight when the two wide doors to the church, which was locked, swung wide open. The air that passed him was unusually cold, goosebumps raising from his flesh. 

“ Demon ,” he half-mumbles to himself before setting the water pot to the side and adjusting himself. He turns to see a familiar small, cloaked figure walking the aisle. “It’s you.”

The figure stops short of the steps, reaching up to pull down the hood. Standing before him was a dark-skinned scowling demon with bright, glowing eyes with slit pupils. His hair was bleached and in locs, adorned with hair jewelry with an hourglass motif.

“You finally decided to show yourself.”

This little demon, the one that visited him every night and drained him little by little, may try to claim his life today.

A corner of the demon’s lip twitches upwards into a little smirk, his tail swishing behind him.

“Well good evening to you too, Father Talis.”

“Come to claim my life, I presume?”

That smirk dropped to a dark scowl, his red eyes piercing.

“I’m going to make you pay for what you did to Vi.”

Vi? Hm, so that explains it. That demon he exorcised must’ve been his friend.

“You can join her if you like.”

Jayce reaches for the holy water by the altar, but finds it missing much to his dismay.

There’s that smirk again as the demon holds up the bottle.

“ Looking for this old thing? ”

“Tch!”

Shit. He definitely planned for this. Normally he doesn’t advocate for violence, yet he found himself really missing his HexTech hammer. However, being a man of God, he begins doing what he always did whenever faced with adversity. He pulls his rosary from his pocket, holding his cross close to him.

“ Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name… ”

The demon rolls his eyes.

“Oh Brother, not this shit again,” it groans before dropping his garbs and revealing a tight, black, shiny sleeveless halter neck top with a matching skimpy thong. He wore long, sleek, black fingerless gloves with thigh-high tights that were toeless as well. His fingernails and toenails were long, dark red, and shimmering. Curly, black goat horns hung by his temples, his slick wings stretching to its full span- a true testament to the fact that he was not from this realm.

Thump!

Jayce’s heart begins to pound. No… he wasn’t going to lose faith! He points the cross towards the demon who was now slowly approaching him. His mantra speeds up as he backs up, defensively.

“ Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. ”

“I am going to chew you up… and shit you out, you disgusting pig,” he hisses, seemingly becoming more agitated by the second. “That’s after I drain you and that worthless body dry and watch you wither away before I drag your soul to hell to burn.”

“ G-Give us our d-d-daily bread… and f-f-forgive us our trespasses- ”

The priest finds himself stammering over his words, not because of fear, but because of a second voice that found its way into his subconscious:

< Come to me, Father Talis…>

A voice that was so sickly sweet that it could only be from one place… Hell.

“Get out of my head, demon,” he growls lowly.

“I have a name, Father,” he saunters closer before leaning in to whisper. “ It’s Ekko…”

“I don’t give a damn what your name is, demon!” he retorts, shoving the cross in its face.

It winces. There’s a flicker of malice in its eyes before it relaxes, reaching a hand up to move it out its way. It edges closer, looking up at the priest with doe eyes.

This incubus had a very pretty face and an attractive body, and he was going to use it all.

< Touch me… >

“Wh-what do you want from me?” Jayce stutters, backing up, nearly tripping on the steps to the altar.

< I want you, Father… >

He inches closer, his fingernails grazing the priest’s clothed chest. The little voice was getting louder. He grips the cross until his knuckles go pale, continuing to recite the sacred text.

“ Give this day our daily bread and forgive our trespasses as we forgive those- unghh~!!”

A shuddering breath escapes the priest’s lips as Ekko reaches down and grabs his bulge, his tail wrapping seductively around his leg. He drags his warm, long tongue up Jayce’s jawline and laps around his ear before whispering: “ Keep going… I wanna hear you stumble over those words, Man of God.”

“Who t-t-trespasses against us; and l-lead us not i-into temptation…~”

A long whine escapes Ekko’s full, glossy lips as he loops his arms around Jayce’s neck and rocks against his knee.

“ Fuck yes, ” he throws his head back. “Finish it, Father.”

Jayce groans in response, feeling his hard-on pressing painfully against his slacks. His hips instinctively jut against the other, begging for his body not to betray him like this.

“ P-P-Please… stop this ,” Jayce pleads in a whisper, dropping to his knees before the demon.

“Stop what , exactly?”

Jayce shakes his head, solemnly.

“Don’t make me pervert the Word of God even more. Just kill me… please ,” he clasps his hands together and begs.

This was shameful, but he couldn’t do it. He’d walk on hot coal for all of eternity before he’d ever stoop so low to recite the sacred text so sacrilegiously. The heat of Ekko’s stare burrows into his very core; he hoped and prayed that alone would end his life then and there.

Ekko smirks.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

Thump!

“Ekko… please… stop it… ” he pleads through shaky breaths.

“Oh? You remembered my name? How nice.”

THUMP!

He doubles over, clenching his stomach. Ekko barely touched him, but somehow he felt him envelop his entire body and mind. The air around the chapel became so heavy and thick, clogging his lungs and making it hard to breathe. He was so focused on gathering his bearings that feeling Ekko’s nails caress underneath his chin made him flinch.

“Look at me.”

Jayce allows his head to be tilted up, still kneeled before him. The view of once was repulsive to him charmed him beyond understanding. The way the blood moonlight splashed across his skin and features made his dark skin glisten in such a delicious way that had him drooling.

Ekko straightens his posture with a smirk, raising a foot.

“Lick.”

He drops his rosary to the ground and takes his foot gingerly into his large hands, making sure to polish it thoroughly with each deliberate lick. Ekko hums at this, his tongue swiping against his teeth. He raises his other foot in which Jayce wastes no time in sucking each toe, slowly but surely making his way from his ankles and up his legs to his thighs. Father Talis could feel the heat radiating from between Ekko’s legs. He needed a taste… just a taste and he’d be satiated-

“Wait.”

“ Huh? ”

“Don’t good Catholic men say Grace before indulging?” he purrs, his tail swishing behind him.

Jayce nods, leaning forward and bowing.

“ Bless us, O Lord and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our lord. Amen.”

“ Amen, indeed ,” Ekko bites his lip before pulling his thong down, his nice above-average sized dick flying up.

The older man’s chest heaves, the sickly sweet smell of Ekko’s dick wafting through the air. He knew incubi and succubi had stronger smelling aromas, yet experiencing this in person was on another level.

Jayce leans in and laps his tongue around his balls, gently taking each into his mouth. He relished the sweaty, salty taste of it hitting his taste buds so much that he couldn’t help but sneak a hand down his own slacks.

“ Aht aht, don’t touch yourself, Father. Naughty boy~ ”

He whines, reaching up to grip his hips instead, moving up to take his dick into his mouth. Ekko lowly chuckles, encouragely raking his fingers through his hair.

“Don’t forget to kiss the glans, Father Talis <3.”

Jayce pulls back and plants wet, open-mouthed kisses on the pinkish tip. He had such a pretty penis, just as pretty as he was.

A deep, demonic groan rumbles from deep within Ekko’s throat. He really loved this, didn’t he? Gripping his throat, he pushes the priest onto his back before rising to his feet and hovering over his face.

“I wanna feel your tongue elsewhere, Father,” he growls, dropping onto his face and leaning forward to rip open the other’s slacks.

The priest grunts at this, reaching up and spreading the incubus’ hole and spitting in it. Ekko ass bounces at this, pressing it further into his face. His little asshole was winking at him- how could he ever turn away at this opportunity to give it the best tongue-fucking it will ever experience in this realm?

He keeps his ass spread as he flicks his tongue over the creases of that glistening hole. He could feel Ekko’s firm grip on the base of his cock before an unusual, very warm wet sensation of his mouth engulfing the head. His tail swishes back and forth almost like a wag from a dog who’s excited. Jayce wondered…

He grips the base of his tail and pulls it, finally shoving his tongue as far as he could.

“ NGH!?? ” Ekko’s ass clamps down on his face, his thighs tightening as his tail shoots upwards, stiff. He slides Jayce’s cock out of his mouth with a pop, looking back at him with a smirk.

“ Father Talis!” he mockingly gasps. “Or should I say… Daddy Talis,” he bites his lip before sliding off.

“Don’t call me that,” Jayce warns.

“Or what?”

He jumps up and grabs Ekko by the arm, shoving him onto the altar.

“ Oh? You’re gonna fuck me on the altar, Fath-?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The incubus blinked wide-eyed with an uneasy smile, his tail tucked between his legs.

“What’s the matter, demon? Oh, now you’re scared,” he mocks.

“I-I’m not scared!” he protests, red faced. “I will actually fucking kill you, so you better enjoy it while you still can-!” his voice cracks upon Jayce gripping his throat.

Despite his manipulation, Jayce could tell this demon was a weak one- opting to use his charm and intellect to take control of his victims and lead them to their deaths. It was why he was constantly visited and drained a little each day. Unbeknownst to Ekko though, he still had more than enough energy to punish it. He unbuttons his robes and tosses it to the side, leaving on nothing but his white tank top and his ripped slacks.

Using his free hand, he pushes Ekko’s leg up and angles his dick, pressing it against his hole. Ekko croaks as he tries to speak, fidgeting beneath him. He lightens his grip on his neck.

“What is it?’

“If you slide it in, you’re gonna be bound to me forever just so you know.”

A bead of sweat trickles down his temple. He may have had some semblance of control back, but was this really something he wanted to do?

“You’re warning me, huh? Isn’t this what you wanted in the first place? To bind me to you so you can continue to drain me until I die?”

“Y-Yes but-”

“Then I guess my soul is yours to take.”

“Are… are you serious- mghnn~! ” he throws his head back as Jayce slides all the way to the hilt. Ekko looks down at the cock that’s impaled him, then looks back up at Jayce in disbelief. “You’re crazy…”

“You made me this way, so take responsibility,” he grits his teeth before thrusting roughly into the other, the altar creaking with each powerful thrust as he slammed into the shocked incubus over and over and over again.

Ekko yelps, digging his nails into the other’s muscular, sweaty arms, drawing blood. Jayce hisses, leaning forward and fully enveloping the other’s frame beneath his with nothing but the sounds of their debauchery reverberating around the cathedral.

His dick slams against a spot that felt really fucking good, so good that Ekko bites down hard onto his shoulder. Jayce bellows a primal growl, burrowing his head into the other’s neck.

“ Fuck me… don’t stop. I’m gonna cum… ohohooo FUCK!” Ekko’s legs trembled as he cums loads in between the two. But Jayce wasn’t ready to let up yet. He slows down a wee bit to lean back, getting a full view of his little incubus doused in pure pleasure.

Ekko licks his lips, swirling his iridescent cum around his tummy, making a show out of it. He scoops some into his mouth then offers some to Jayce in which he leans in and laps up gratefully.

“Does it taste good?

“It tastes delicious. ”

“Your mine now, so you can keep fucking me forever.”

The priest lets out a shuddering breath at this, shamelessly indulging himself in this cheeky little incubus and the desires he locked away from himself so long ago. Ekko was no longer in his head, this was all him. Jayce’s hips twitch uncontrollably, he was about to cum. He wanted to pull out in fear that the other was going to take this opportunity to drain him, but the way his innards clamped onto him made it impossible to leave.

It was then that Jayce realized he made a grave mistake.

His eyes glows a sickening crimson, a ghost of a smirk on his lips as Jayce finally released deep inside.

“Hahhh~!!!” Jayce found himself washed with a sensation of pure bliss mixed with dread as he just couldn’t stop cumming. His hole just kept milking and milking and the priest was sure he could feel his life force being drained. He swore to God Almighty that he would never do this again if he was ever given a second opportunity at life.

His surroundings meshed together in one big fog as he falls forward, everything fading to black..

—————

Jayce springs awake in a cold sweat, quickly feeling around his own body. He looks to his right and sees his rosary and holy water sitting neatly on his dresser. He looks to the left out the window. It was still dark out. Just what was the time?

He looks at the clock.

4:32am.

Was it all just a dream? There was only one way to find out.

He crawls out of bed and trudges to the bathroom, turning on the light and looking in the mirror. He checks his shoulder, his arms and his back. All clear.

He sighs in relief.

He turns to leave the bathroom and searches for his rosary. He was going to need to repent, and repent soon.

< It wasn’t a dream.>

Jayce pauses before his dresser, holding his head.

No… this was impossible.

The voice laughs.

< Oh but it is, Father Talis. We’re bound now, remember? >

Jayce grimaces. No way, he should’ve been dead then. At least he hoped-

< I could’ve. But I like you, so I’ll look past you exorcising my close friend for now. Besides… >

The distinct cool air passes by as he feels a cold, familiar figure brush behind him, wrapping his arms delicately around his neck and leaning in to whisper.

“What fun would that be?”

[feelin-lo]

Guardians of Dreams.

Part 3 - A Chase through a dream.

(Previous chapter)

Y/N was running, faster than they had believed was possible. This was way more than sleep deprivation, this was plain and pure insanity. What was up with Logan's eyes? What was up with the story he told them... nah, it's all lies.

It has to be.

Y/N ran to the woods beside their old primary school and hid, what else could they do? Realistically what could they do? The police were out, his parents? Hell no.

"Y/N please stop running, you'll tire yourself out" A voice spoke from next to them, they turned and saw Logan, sat in their secret spot. Y/N freaked out and ran, Logan sighed and followed, he didn't run. Oh no. He floated and was right beside Y/N.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Y/N yelled, but no matter where they ran, Logan floated beside them. "Y/N, please look at me" he asked, floatig beside them "I CANT-!" Y/N yelled, tears rolling from their eyes. "Why not? It's just me, your best friend" Logan said, wrapping his arms around Y/N in an attempt to call them down "No, my best friend isn't a monster " they cried.

Logan let them go "Y/N... I think it's time you sleep." Logan said, floating in front of Y/N. Before they could even react to the movement Y/N was seeing darkness, they felt cold, spiky leaves touch their skin and soon, complete nothingness.

Moments pased in a matter of seconds and soon Y/N was seeing light again, they were laid in front of a gate, it was tall and resembled a castle gate, half was golden and bore a sun, a kite on the door. The other half was silver and bore a moon, raindrops seemed to fall from the door, inside the door.

At the foot of the gate, sat upon a raincloud was a boy with long blue hair, however it was silver and faded into a deep midnight blue, half of his face bore a cloud in a grey, some of his facial clouds bore hanging raindrops whereas the others bore lightning bolts. He was dressed in a two toned waistcoat with an open shirt beneath it, adorned with the same two toned design, the shirt was held together by a sky blue ribbon that was hastily tied. All topped off with long gloves that started almost the whole way up his arms, stopping at his fingers, the fingers weren't covered except the middle one.

His lower half was that of a desert dancer, slits in long baggy trousers with thin and small shorts beneath them. His baggy trousers were two toned too, they bore rainclouds and stormclouds, he wore no shoes, only toeless thin socks. His trousers were tied with a longer version of his neck ribbon.

Logan floated over, he looked like he did in the house, stars falling from empty sockets, he wore a longer coat that dripped with the same stars and bore a diamond design.

"Stormy, open the gates" He said, helping Y/N up. The boy called Stormy hopped off of his cloud and when he spoke, it was like a thunderclap chorus behind him "How do I know they're not dangerous" he spoke Logan sushed him "I picked this one and have been keeping an eye on them. Now, gates. Open." He said and with a grumble from the Gatekeeper, the two toned gates were open.

Y/N didn't even think, once the gates were open, they ran into there and before they could look at any signs in the colourful town square. They ran and hopped a fence made of salt and into a dark, dark town.

On the outskirts of the salt wall sat a pile of salt with a sign that read "Nightmare town" and sat upon it, it's only denizen. The keeper of nightmares in a way, the one and lonely, Morning Storms.

[onetoothpig]

Well, time for more OCs! A few here are from Borras Kingdom, a Kirby anime-inspired universe I mentioned earlier, and some are just a few random ones. Like my last OC dump, I'm throwing in a cut so this doesn't clutter up some poor mutual's dash.

Alright, let's do this. Borras Kingdom denizens first:

King Borras

Full Name: King Gome Borras (derived from the French word gomme, meaning eraser, and the Spanish borrar, meaning "to erase or delete")

Age: 24

Appearance: Short, with a rounded top edge and flat bottom, titanium white, one visible beady eye, small gold crown

Description: An egotistical eraser who rules over the kingdom of Prennsia. An absolute jerk to everyone and a horrible customer to his fortune teller.

Likes: Being king

Dislikes: Treason, people trying to swipe the throne, losing his crown

Miss Porvenne

Full Name: Unknown (Miss Porvenne is a stage name of sorts. It's derived from porvenir, a Spanish word meaning "future".)

Age: About 37

Appearance: Adult woman, dark-skinned, black lipstick, mostly black outfit featuring black lace. Hair and eye color unknown, as she constantly has them obscured by her headdress.

Description: Not much is known about this mysterious fortune-teller, but she's set up shop in Prennsia, making the king one of her most frequent customers. If only his payments were as frequent as his visits...

Likes: Telling fortunes, apparently

Dislikes: Bad tippers, King Borras

The Pencil Guard

Appearance: Yellow pencils standing upright, normally holding swords and shields (though these aren't the only weapons they wield)

Description: The Pencil Guard is King Borras' elite fighting force. They work great as a team and are extremely loyal to the king... when they aren't planning pranks behind his back.

Okay, those are pretty much all the Borras Kingdom ones for now. Random OC dump time!

Queen Amisha

Full Name: Amisha, the Fairy Queen

Age: Timeless

Appearance: Adult woman, fair-skinned, green, flowing hair that reaches down to her waist. Often seen wearing a puffy cyan dress and an iridescent tiara.

Description: As her name suggests, she's the queen of the fairies. She is usually calm and cheerful, but be on your best behavior around her - she is merciless to anyone she deems a troublemaker. Aside from her royal duties, she runs a rehabilitation center for young imps and demons.

Likes: People getting along, chrysanthemum flowers

Dislikes: Troublemakers

(so she's basically ms. accord but fifty times worse.)

Burger

Full Name: Burger

Age: Unknown

Appearance: Child, tiny, brown body, teardrop-shaped head, jagged mouth, fingerless hands and toeless feet.

Description: Burger is a demon who was taken into Amisha's rehabilitation center. He is very prone to mischief, and always seems to have too much energy. It doesn't help that Amisha is downright cruel to him...

Likes: Having fun!

Dislikes: Getting into trouble, Queen Amisha

[Note: The following characters aren't fully fleshed-out yet. Actually writing characters is hard!]

Princess Rhinestone

Full Name: Haven't thought of one yet...

Appearance: Teenage, fair-skinned, flowing pink hair, silver crown full of rhinestones. Often wears a pale blue dress with royal blue highlights.

Description: Rules over the Rhinestone Kingdom. She is cheery and bubbly, and usually the moral support of any group she's in. However, she seems to go overboard whenever thanking someone for doing her a favor. Once, she was possessed by the power of the Miracle Stone, but a brave hero rescued her from its clutches.

Likes: Having friends, jewels, dancing around her castle

Dislikes: Being taken advantage of

Sequin Mermaid

Full Name: ...Molly? I dunno

Appearance: Teenage, dark-skinned, sky-blue hair of medium length, green mermaid tail with iridescent sequin "scales".

Description: This mermaid lives down inside an underwater city. She's a little insecure and is ashamed of how she looks. She discovered the beautiful Dazzle Sequin while exploring one day, and, hoping it would improve her looks, she took it. Unfortunately, the Sequin corrupted her and transformed her into a sea monster. Luckily, a daring adventurer saved her from the Sequin's influence and showed her her real beauty.

Likes: Seashells, being alone

Dislikes: Her looks, crowds

Yarn Witch

Full Name: Raye Pollamori

Appearance: Teenage, fair-skinned, red hair made of strands of yarn, pointed black hat and clothes made of felt.

Description: A mischievous little witch. She lives in a spooky place where it's always autumn. The only thing she like more than casting spells and making potions is yarn, which is why she was ecstatic when she chanced upon the Eternal Spool, a spool of yarn that never runs out. She realized too late the power of the Spool, which turned her from mischievous to just plain evil. She was almost set on conquering the world before a legendary warrior stopped her and destroyed the Spool, transforming her back to her old self.

Likes: Casting spells, making potions, yarn

Dislikes: Being bored

Clay Centurion

Full Name: Johnson Cobble

Appearance: Teenage, medium color skin, short, curly black hair, armor made of hardened clay.

Description: A warrior made of clay. His armor may look heavy and clunky, but he can move almost effortlessly in it. He lives at the top of Mount Pumice, challenging any passers-by he meets. Despite his fearsome appearance, he's actually quite friendly, if overly chummy. When he picked up the Sunbaked Sword, an unbreakable and remarkable weapon, he became conceited and overconfident. Thankfully, a paragon of justice went up to Mount Pumice one day and defeated him, freeing him of the Sword's control.

Likes: Sparring, defending his homeland

Dislikes: Being lonely

And that's all for now! I still need to work on some of these guys, and I of course need to talk about them more so people actually acknowledge them. But hey, one step at a time.

@bipperbopperbee @fluffernauto @mynarco i have no idea who else to tag in this

[allstarsstorymode867]

ALL-STARS -STORY MODE- CHAPTER 20 PART 3

Hello!

I don't know how many I had to post for the full one but I am making good progress, just a little mishap here and there.

I had done a collab with @sampoststuff for the part when they realized they are in a different place that is unlike Frank's dimention.

Give her a lot of credit this and more will be coming in. I promise that this chapter will be over in several other posts.

“I got it open…” Frank groaned in distress as he had made a rough landing and lay upside down on a bush in a world that seemed to be dominated by forest and the moon above never seemed to move across the sky but the clouds were. No noise had come from the woods but the air here had smelled stiff and still as Frank rolled off the bush and then dropped down onto the ground with a grunt. He could hardly feel the impact as well as he hardly believed that he survived, “Yeah… This is going to go on the “I shouldn’t be alive” show right now…” as he winces after standing upward, he checks to make sure the camera he had is alright and much to his relief, it is intact. He then felt a pair of two, fake hands on his shoulder, he flinched as he turned around to see something that he believed wasn't a person but an Animatronic bear that is a bit taller than him. This bear had orange and tan fur with cyan lightning bolt planted from blue eyes, one of the ears has a red ear ring with a small black top hat with a blue ribbon, he has a bowtie, cyan blue fingernails on his four-fingered hands and knee high toeless socks with red pauldrons as well along with spiked bracelets. The make-up sky blue and red is similar to an reminiscent 1980’s punk rock style and his “bear” appearance seemed to be more like of a jaguar or a lion due to the teeth looked like a canine as Frank was too shock to be seeing this robotic animal humanoid before him as the bear’s eyes flashed, looking at him down then slowly upward, scanning him, before letting him go with a gentle robotic voice coming from the animatronic. “Scanning complete.” the bear said as he looked at the startled photojournalist who looked at the bear in shock, “Just don’t scare me like that!” Frank said as he patted his chest, “Christ! I nearly died from the fall and you!” “I-I… I apologize for scaring you.” Animatronic Bear answered softly, before tilting his head to the side, “Mind repeating what you said? What did you fall down from? From a tree?” Frank wasn’t sure what to say, but then again, he was talking to a robot so he had a feeling that he would not believe whatever his programming was, “I had actually fell out of the sky.” The bear gave him a confused look judging from the expression, Frank was interested, whoever made this animatronic must've put a lot of time designing and programming into it and he said “Sir, it is unbelievable. There is no way that you can fall that high, you would be dead if you fell from a plane.” “Listen, uh…” Frank said, already he believed he was crazy by this point but rolled with this, “Who are you? Exactly?” “I am Freddy Fazbear,” Bear introduced himself, “I am a model of the original one that originated from the 1980’s, or Glamrock Freddy if you’ll call me.” “Oookay… Glamrock Freddy,” Frank West greeted as he waved, “Will you alright if I just call you Fredy?” “I am fine with that too, sir…” Bear tilted his head to the side again, one upper eyelid half-way closed while the other eye remained open. “It is strange that your database wasn't anywhere in the guest profiles. Who are you?” he said as Frank West looked around the woods before looking back at this strangely friendly bear robot. Freddy looked down and noticed that Frank had a camera, pointed at it with his finger and asked “It’s rather a fine camera you have, do you take photos for a living?” Frank was a little weary but he was interested that he had pointed it out, “Well, yeah I do. Frank West, photojournalist.” He introduced him to the bear. “Good to meet you, Mr. West.” Freddy said as he grabbed his top hat (That seemed a bit about the size of a bouncy ball) and lifted upward a little before putting it back on his head. Frank West laughed a little at the gesture but then looked around the forest and then muttered “None of this is here before…” he then looked up at the night time sky. Moon is still right there, the clouds are moving by but the sky itself is pitch black and stars are nowhere to be found, not a single sparkle of light. Frank was speechless as he looked around once

again, sounds of the forest were nowhere to be heard, the forest itself appeared to be dying; most of the trees had lost their lives, weeds are husks but a very few plant life remained. Frank then remembered something that shocked him and didn’t come to his mind sooner as he mumbled “Oh no…!” Freddy had studied the features on Frank’s face as he watched him yell “Nikolai! Engie! Rabbit Lady!”

Guest facial features: West, Frank Job: Photojournalist Appears to be: Distressed and worried.

“Mr. West, what is wrong?” Freddy asked, Frank turned to Freddy with worry, “I was in a group and with a killer rabbit lady that tried to kill us, we had gone through a door that had an freaking abyss behind it and-” “Frank?” An all too familiar Russian voice spooked Frank as he screamed and turned around to see Nikolai who was also surprised by Frank’s sudden reaction and an animatronic he had never seen before. “Don’t scare me like that!” Frank repeated what he had said earlier, “Where the hell have you been?! How did we survive that!? And…” Frank thought of something and then said “Is anyone with you right now?” “We’re right here!” Engineer shouted from their left, making the three look over and see Engineer holding his shotgun rifle as the Huntress is standing by him, tomahawk in hand and never speaking a word. “Guys..!” Frank waved them to come over to them as Freddy had scanned Nikolai as they walked over to them with caution as they had their eyes on the animatronic who then scanned them as well as his eyes’ pupils glowed a light blue and then finished up as he repeated himself. “Scanning complete.” Freddy then drops one upper eyelid for a bit, “Huh… None of your guest profiles had turned up either.” he said as his ear lowered down a bit. Engineer was interested in the robot they encountered as it was different from the other bots they fought. “Well then, Ah would clear up the confusion here, hard metal.” Engineer said as he lowered the Frontier Justice a little as he walked up to Freddy, he then had to place it on the ground to get a good look at the bear animatronic, he asked “If Ah may?” pointing at his arm, Freddy was used to being checked up by mechanics at the Pizzaplex for routine maintenance work so he did. Engineer was amazed by this, looking at Freddy’s arm as he muttered something under his breath at this. “Good choice of casing, fur but under it is metal… Iron maybe.” Engineer mumbled with a smile on his face. He then looked up to Freddy and asked “Mind if ah ask ya, what man did quite the work on ya?” “Possible anyone that I have yet to look through my files for, but I do belong to a company called “Fazbear Entertainment.” sir.” Freddy Fazbear answered as he continued to let him check his arm before letting go and then took off his goggles, his sea blue eyes revealed under them with a soft smile. “Say, ya said that we are nowhere in the guest profiles, right?” Engineer said as he tilted his head, “I am Dell Cougher, the Russian beside you is Nikolai and a Russian rabbit here is-” “Anna.” The Huntress said in a rough Russian accent as others turned to her, she remained quiet as if she had never said anything but Freddy kinda knew by the way she looked and holding an ax, she wasn’t a good sign in fact, the group he met had weapons. “Anna, Nikolai, Dell, and Frank West, hm,” Freddy said as he looked at the group, “Hold on, I will notify the security guards.” “I don’t think there’s-” Frank has started to say but Glamrock Freddy began to call with a humming sound from within him but then an “error” noise sounded off upon this attempt. Freddy Fazbear lets out a confused sigh. “Connection error. I must be out of range.” “Hold on, let me try, Freddy.” Frank said as he got out a talkie and then pressed the button to let Jessie know he’s calling but a loud infernal screeching was heard from the speakers as Frank yelled, taking it away from his ear where he placed it as it startled the group. His thumb released the button to silence it and placed it back in his pocket. “No good either.” Frank answered from the tempestuous noise, as if someone was going to ask. “Whatever is going on, we can’t contact anyone from here.” he turned to and then went over to a tree and then placed a hand on it, the bark of the tall tree felt lifeless, and cold bitterly.

[Collaboration with SamPostStuff and Icefir (me)] Others looked around as Engineer had picked up his rifle back in his hands as Frank held the camera as he asked anyone that would know. “Where… The Hell are we?” Nikolai had raised the ax upward since he had lost the rifle in the fall as he looked around as well, “Frank, I wish I knew…” “Whatever is happening, I am sure someone will find us-” “Shh…” Anna shushed the group with a raised ax when putting the tomahawk back, looking around at the tree line like a wolf hunting for its next dinner. She is considering the fact of eating the three survivors’ pieces of meat if this is another trial by the Entity but she also is considering the fact she needs to find out exactly what is going on here. She noticed something between the trees, something that is shaped like a man and holding onto what appears to be a rope wrapped around their palm as the Engineer said “Oh well, nowhere to go but forward.” “We can’t,” Freddy said, “If safety programming had suggested, we need to be in the same place for the rescue team to find us.” “Well, Freddy,” Frank said as he looked at him, taking his hand off the bark of the tree, “I don’t think that falling down from the door in the sky and into a creepy-looking forest with the moon always in the pitch-black skies in mind when someone had done your programming. Staying around for too long can’t be good.” “I had to agree with Frank,” Nikolai said as his hand managed to reach the tall bear’s shoulder, patting it, “I am sorry but we have to get out of here.” Glamrock Freddy wanted to protest but protecting guests is one of his priorities when it comes to the company being too lazy to the safety of those that wanted to be entertained. “Alright, if you insist but first, I had found these when I first got here. Have a look.” Others looked in amazement and bewilderment at Freddy’s chest plates opened up, a stomach hatch with a Wind-up present box revealed to them, Engineer walked over to Freddy with wonderment, as his inner inventive part coming out as he said “Ya can do that, Fazbear?” “Of course I do, I normally give gifts out on birthdays but your situation is a rare one I see.” Freddy replied as he watched Engineer take the present out of his stomach hatch while he observed it. “Ya’re hatch is seemingly big enough for a child to go in.” Engineer muttered as the hatch closed up while Freddy unchonty stated “It’s also reserved for oversized birthday cakes and piñatas.” as he rubbed the back of his head with his paw. Engineer now examines the gift box with the wind-up key before he takes it and then gently begins to wing up the gift as music plays from within it. Frank felt uneasy when the Engineer was doing this. “No no no… I know that I think it is going to do… Are you really doing this?” Frank stated hestianty as he had lifted his hand a little as it seemed forever until the lid popped off with a trumpet noise as Engineer yelped in alarm as a white light came out of the box as others besides Freddy were surprised. Engineer had to place his goggles back on to see what it was. He then takes a jar out of the box, the jar has a white glowing crystal inside of it as the light dimmed a little as he muttered “Now who in the right mind decided to put a crystal inside a jar?” as Anna titled at this, the last time she had found it was pitch black. Engineer had to set the jar down to get something else from the box that had caught his eye as well. A piece of paper with a child’s drawing on it and writing that came from a child.

[Drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

Once upon a time, there was a little girl, her mom and dad. They all lived together and loved each other very much. The house they lived in was a cottage in the forest, life itself was full of kindness and rewards.

“Well, what is it?” Nikolai asked as the Engineer looked at the drawing, “A child’s drawing.” Engineer said as he gave him the paper to Nikolai to look at. “A child was here, Freddy?” Nikolai looked at the confused Glamrock Freddy who replied “No, I have not.” Anna shouted out for them to come over to the dirt path ahead of the group, they noticed another piece of paper with the child’s drawing again, this time it was a same little girl crying over the two graves with a person wearing black.

[Drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

Sadly, her parents had died in a tragic accident while driving back home. Orphaned at a young age, she was taken into the hands of foster care.

Just as they read this sentence on the paper and lifted their heads to see another piece of paper had fallen from above gently as a feather onto the ground, they all walked over as the Engineer picked up and there are more papers falling into appearance. With each one, the story progresses more from the children drawing and short sentences.

[Drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

Soon afterwards, she was abducted into a new family that seemed nice as her old one but...

[Drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

She will eventually realize that these people are not nice at all. They disliked the fact her blood had come from a land foreign to them, with the mix of bullying from school and them verbally abusing her. She was sad and lonely.

[Drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

But then one day, she had discovered a jar with a black colored gem inside, when she had opened it; A mystical being painted in black and eyes red as an apple had spouted out of the jar as soon as it was freed. They told her that they will grant any wish she wants for a price of her spirit. She, believing that her new family would love her if she did better, willingly agreed and gave them her spirit.

[Drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

Since then, her grades have improved. Bullies were overruled and punished. Teachers loved her as if she was their own. Finally, after a long while she was happy.

[Drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

Overjoyed by her improvements, she happily told her new family about her new friend and what she had done to be better. Yet... Her new father had coldly yet gently ordered ""Go to your room."

The group was uneasy on the previous page as the story continued and the next pages will not be pleasant.

[Drawn by Meaghan "Icefir" Halter]

She went to her room and fell asleep that night as her family argued downstairs, something about her no longer a child but a demon instead. Then her older brother said "Mom, Dad! I know but I have a plan."

[Drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter] The next morning, her family had finally started to be nice to her. They made her a big breakfast and showered with love she was longing for since she was brought into their care. For the first time after her parents died, she was truly happy again.

[ariadnes-subthread]

When your stylistic influences all come from the Ancient Mediterranean but you wear cheap-ass modern clothing, some things that are very challenging to shop for:

-sunglasses (i just try to find ones that look the most like bezel-set gold jewelry as much as possible. if I found a pair with faux granulation I'd probably die of happiness)

-cold weather and rain gear (i live in Oregon so it's non-negotiable lol. my fave currently is a cloth shower curtain i found at the thrift store and wear himation-sty·e, but it's pretty unwieldy)

-closed-toe shoes (the lacing is always positioned wrong!!! also soles tend to be too prominent, though admittedly I love flatform 'gladiator sandals')

-socks (easier now that 'flip-flop socks' are becoming a thing. I also wear a lot of toeless/legwarmer designs)

-bags/purses (i usually wear fanny pack/belt bag/hip bag kinda designs, anything that can easily be attached to a rope or chain belt, but it'd be nice to have a big shoulder bag or two that meshes well with my style)

-hair hoops(modern mass produced tiaras are all openwork/filigree, it's actually easier to buy and reshape collar necklaces for diadems)

[thesleepy1]

Spearmint Tea With A Teaspoon Of Milk And A Dash Of Honey

Tik Tok Writing Prompt

A/N: I saw this prompt on Tik Tok and have been thinking about it none stop for the past three days. I just had to write it. It may make no sense, but that's fine. I enjoyed the writing process for once. Completely unbeta'd because I'm lazy and this was written in a hurry before it left my mind. If you see any mistakes please let me know.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdVg7jBL/

Pairings: No pairings

Summary: “You have been an immortal for a couple of centuries now. Today, you’re enjoying a drink at a nearby cafe, when someone approaches you and says, “Hey, remember me? Peru, 1821?”

Word count: 2,578

Warnings: mature, suggestive themes, wump, angst, derealizion, mentions of depression, more warnings to be added,

You have been an immortal for a couple of centuries now; if not more. After a certain set of rotations around the sun, you hardly bothered to keep track of exactly how many times you’ve been around the block. You were something of a myth, a feared, terrified, creature of torn legend, a monster that stole little weaning babes from their mother’s arms and spun silver out of corn! A beast that ate beating livers from stray canines, ordered temples to be built out of bones, a ghastly creation by a bored god with too much time on his irreligious hands. Frightful!

All this hearsay and word of the street, were tall and monstrous tales that were overrated in your educated opinion, when simply you required very little to be content with the ways and whims of the vast, wanton world. No new born lamb’s blood or poor, ill timed virgins sacrifices were necessary in your, for lack of a better word, creation. You were merely one breathing thing and then the next; though you’ve fallen out of the habit of remembering to breathe after a while. There was no shedding of skin, sweat producing prayer, or historically inaccurate rain dance that resembled the pirouettes of toeless ballerinas involved. You just were, and quite frankly, isn’t that enough? Existence is never enough is it, though? You just had to think, and speak, and do much more than simply exist; because no one can be happy with the mere existence of another; there just had to be more to it, had to be.

You still vaguely recall the moment where you realized that you were no longer tied down to the laws of the cycle of the unnatural thing called life; a thing like a dream someone else had and merely inflicted you with the useless knowledge. Still having no need for surplus of red blood cells or hastily made offerings of sweets to the traumatized gods; you recalled the transition and the fact that it was a boring process, with no set of rules, or instructions, or any way for you to fully understand exactly what happened. From one form of existence to a new one, like a crawling larvae to a flying insect with big beady eyes and a habit of crashing into windows.

You were in a battle field one moment fighting tooth and nail with a long sword, or a bow and arrow, or a scythe from your own garden, or a hatchet from your home; and the next, you watched your substantially short life flash before your eyes; when ebbingly, you realized that your wounds had closed up and the battle had unbeknown to you, ended. Something over nineteen years after your self assumed death, that is. Your body; with its two legs, two arms, two ears, and two perfectly functioning eyes; as long as it wasn’t pollen season, were still by fair means or foul, in tack. Much to your dismay, for you still felt cursed plague such as irritation, displeasurement, the action of rolling your eyes as an emotion, annoyance, exasperation, and worst of all a hankering for spearmint tea with a teaspoon of milk and a dash of honey. Unfortunately, only one of which was curable.

And while you contained a great many vapid opinions of the flutterings of wingless avians; one of their creations you could never develop a disdain for, for they were simply far too grand, great, and good, were cafes. Magnificent things created by an italian man, a french man, a german man, an Englishman, or a combination of the four, you hardly cared; were the very reason you still wished to see the light of day. Candidly, the comfort that came with cafes; roasting coffee beans with such sharp and acidic aromas, the tinkering of ceramic mugs with adorable little glazes, scrumptious sweeties and colorful pasties that settled against your mind like ringing gunshots to war torn innocent unimpeachables. Cafes were just delightful, there were no two ways about it; an unassailable fact.

That was why, today; sunny, cloudless, and boundless today with skies as blue as incest mutated eyes, you were enjoying a nostalgic drink at a nearby cafe. The coffee house was a mix between modern and vintage, though for a creature such as yourself, you could hardly tell the difference. Their teas and coffees, and assortment of beverages were made in the classic fashion from even as far back as your day, and that was saying something. The walls were painted with a deep maroon, a shade of fine wine on a brick of vinegar; except one, which was left a bare, textured concrete with growing vines and dangling fairy lights the color of loose leaf chamomile offering a soothing dim lighting. The tables and chairs and any sort of decor hung up on the ways were mismatched, not one thing belonging to another; not one round mahogany table with spanish carved to the legs matched with any neon cushioned seats that looked like something from a feverish dream. Four paned windows were like eyes towards the street front, small enough to see outside but with an air of privacy from the delicate handmade lace curtains that were tied up with a sash of the same design. You could see the wayward world beyond the door from the faux safety of your table; couples biking with helmets strapped on too tightly, dog walkers with malnourished dogs, and a quartet of friends that were so obviously in love with one another.

Their love for each other was so clear, the baristas behind the repurposed bar counter were making bets on who would be the first to cave and spill out their love like guts from a deep heat, blistering sword wound. The barista with dyed gray cornrows and nose piercings betted ten pounds on the tallest of the quartet, who couldn’t stop playing with something in his pocket; a nervous reaction to being around the people of his affections if you had to guess. The barista with the rigid scars falling like uncrossed tallies down her arms betted twenty pounds on the shortest of the quartet who seemed to be the glue holding the quartet together in the first place. You personally betted on the fellow trailing the group from behind, a brother of one of the quartet members; from the shared features, and an ex lover of another if you had to predict from the way he walked and looked at them with an unhealthy yearning. He was going to pull them apart and in return be left with nothing as they rebuilt what he had destroyed. You had an intuition for these sorts of things, the passing lives of strangers and what they decided to do with themselves with their limited time. It was game to you, their lives seemed to end in days like a good book that you can’t set down; and like a book, you could flip it close at any given time with a flick of your wrist.

Your attention was drawn back to the present by the sound of the cafe bell that rang out through the small room with high ceilings, the simple pulley system alerting the baristas and yourself of a new occupant. Your hand instinctively wrapped around your cup of spearmint tea with a teaspoon of milk and a dash of honey protectively. The heated ceramic warmed your otherwise cold skin, your whole body was icy to the touch; you had no need for impractical things like a respiratory system or body heat; they were merely things you did when you remembered to, a delayed afterthought.

Like socialization for one, speaking to others was not your cup of tea; quick compliments and orders were one thing, however holding conversations were another. You sat alone at your seat, a red velvet cushioned sofa pulled up against a square oak table. Not once have you attempted to make conversation or even make eye contact with any of your fellow cafe goers; when you know for a fact that you would have gotten along swimmingly, only you’re too afraid of starting anything that’s doomed to end. The immortal existence was a long one and it tended to feel more drawn out when you had no one to spend it with.

Too deep in thoughts; the depressing thing the living chose to lose themselves in; a subject that you have yet to be rid of, you didn’t notice when someone approached your table. Whoever stood in front of you stared at you for a moment as if to make sure you were real, something you had to do for yourself every now and again, before saying in an astonished tone full of life, “Hey, you look familiar. I’ve seen you somewhere, haven’t I?” You looked up to meet their eyes; taking note of a face that could blend in during any time period, during any moment; a dime a dozen, a face that could be recognized for hundreds of others. “Remember me? Peru, 1821?”

You were hard of memory despite the centuries of existence in your pocket; unable to ever recall important dates and places, or those deemed important by those who still pondered what after truly meant. No wars that had cost thousands if not millions of lives lingered in your narrow mind, no treaties that had never been written in the blood of the man holding the pen; no discoveries stolen from their true inventors and instead repurposed and rebranded. Naught of which mattered; were paramount enough to be stored in the file cabinets so old, they perhaps predated the university of oxford. Those with an expiration date, nitpicked which dates and places were worth keeping record of; which war really mattered to one side, but not the other, and most definitely not the third party who lost the most in terms of wealth during the whole skirmish. Which treaties were worth putting up an act of righteousness and which were lit to ashes the moment the feather left the parchment. Which discoveries to credit the inventor, or the distributor, or the man with the large enough pockets with lots of loyal friends with not quite, but still ever so deep pockets. You cared little for the whims of those who philosophized and wrote the inaccurate, hyperbolized tales of the lawless, anarchic children with graying hair, wrinkled skin, and groaning bones.

Instead, your quite narrow, yet wrinkled mind remembered the seemingly dull things in life that only an immortal and tired soul would recall. You remembered the estonian woman with thick curly hair who flustered when you commented on how her fetching silk blouse brought out the brown in her eyes, as if you had just seen her on your way here. You remembered the blazing, aged guinean sailor with hair as red as sedimentary clay layered with crimson and bone marrow, who tricked you out of the very last shining coin in your pocket that you had saved to return to the mainland; as if you had just spoken to him the week before last. You remembered the french street performers who gave you the most complexing, suspicious looks when you loitered as they tuned their instruments, your hands clapping and tossing coins into their open cases before they had even the chance to play their trip the light fantastic ditty; as if you had spotted them as you left your home for the day; perhaps because you had just spotted the cellist, violinist, and fiddler some hours prior.

But you just can’t seem to recall ever seeing the face in front of you besides that of the paintings reusing the same model over and over again. This person was familiar, that you knew for sure, but you couldn’t recall exactly where. 1821? Peru? You had gone to Peru before, you thought, you must’ve been everyone on the pandering planet at least once by now; statistically speaking. You existed during 1821, though you don’t recall much from the time besides some man being crowned king of some small islands, some paintings being painted, some lives being born, and some lives taking their last breath. Things that could have happened anywhere else in the woebegone world, during any time that your breathing counterparts inhaled and exhaled; a simple date and simple country rang no bells.

This person that approached you, must have known you, having recognized you and walked up to you free of will. Yet, as you stared at them, pondering how they must’ve known you after all these years, decades, and centuries without a mere mention of another immortal roaming the weak world; here you were, with another person just like you. It was astonishing, made your non beating heart skip a beat and stop again; because you’ve been so out of practice. It was almost unbelievable; a person with a limited mind would have fallen heart first into the claims and thought of them as gospel. You were not as blessed with the same ignorance that came as second nature to the rest of the parasitic population, because you recalled your trips to Peru; suddenly remembering just what you got yourself into in the year of 1821; you would have memorized a face like dozens of others; the similarities causing the sameness to be abstract. You would not have forgotten a face like that, a voice of naïve wonderment like the one you just heard. Immortality was not just something that was thrown like a swear, caught like a flu; there was no rhyme or reason to it. You would know; in the almost eight billion people in the wide, withering world you have not met another like you, and for this day, today; radiated, and diaphanous day with skies as blue as hypothermia stricken bodies; you were alone and had yet, still yet, to be proven otherwise.

You solemnly shook your head, having gotten your hopes up so far beyond the atmosphere; falling back down was misery like the first moment immortality had dawned upon you. This person must’ve mistaken you for someone else; a picture book with pages too bright to warrant your attention, a history book that pictured a person that shared your features or that of your long gone siblings who must have children because they were the type to yearn, and hope, dream, and live their lives instead of solely subsist; anyone but you. For you were alone on this endless path, just like how your life was now boundless, and had been for a while longer than you can remember. You cleared your throat, your voice unfortunately grating from years of hardly any use; hoping to make the interaction quick and to the point; something that was truthful and that would cut this painful conversation short so you could return to your envy filled hobby of assuming other individual’s lives because they had indisputable ends while you repeated in this endless pastime.

The person who claimed to share a curse with you, had a voice that rang out like a fencing rapier, cutting through the air with such precision that it hurt without even slashing against you; could stab you with words instead of metal, “I’ve seen you somewhere, haven’t I? Remember me? Peru, 1821?” And like a fencer running on the necessity for revenge for someone that wasn’t himself, you answered,

“No, I do gay porn.”

[and-they-were-crewmates]

Prompt Amos on painkillers (minor injury) is like drunk Holden. The filters are gone. Decisions made with the head not an option. But the heart? Suddenly it has an agenda Amos is willing to consider. And he wants Holden. Okay he has always wanted him, but now he wants to do something about it.

A/N: I’ve never been high on painkillers so idk what it’s like but I’m writing it like it’s the same as drunkenness 

NSFW text

Amos didn’t get drunk. He drank, sure, took the edge off a little bit more nights than he didn’t, but he didn’t get drunk. It helped that he was built like a bovine, all muscle and size, and it took a hell of a lot more to get him even tipsy than it took Holden, Naomi, and Alex to get completely fucking shitfaced. If he had any interest in getting sloppy, that might be a bummer, but he didn’t. Amos needed to be in control. He was barely starting to trust his own sober judgment. There was no way he’d allow himself to be at the mercy of his drunken whims. So he didn’t get drunk.

Amos didn’t get drunk, or high for that matter, so he was really fucking confused when he woke up feeling on the top of the fucking world. He blinked into consciousness and looked around. He was in the med bay, strapped to the auto-doc, and missing four fingers on his right hand. His first hazy thought was whether he could fit his whole fist inside his ass now that those pesky digits were out of the way. His second thought was that he needed the captain.

Alex was at his bedside. It was comforting to see a friendly face, but comfort wasn’t what his intoxicated brain was in the mood for.

“Where’s--” Amos started, then forgot the guy’s name. He swore he used to know it. “You know, the hot one?” Alex laughed at him. “I’ll go get Naomi,” Alex said. Amos shook his head. Easy mistake. Naomi is very hot. But he was looking for the other one, the Earther with the good ass. “No. The short hot one,” he explained. Alex squinted at him. “Clarissa?” “No. God, could you be any more heterosexual?” Alex was thrown off by that. There was only one other man on the ship, so the hot one was... “Holden?” “Right. Yes. Holden.” “Holden’s the hot one? Shit, what does that make me?” “You’re very attractive, Alex,” Amos consoled. “Go get Holden.” “Alright, I’m going.” 

***

“Hot one, at your service,” joked Holden as he came through the sliding door. It felt like it had been a whole year that Amos was waiting, high and alone in the med bay, trying to decipher the flashing lights and symbols that might’ve been words on the screen next to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Horny. How long I got to live?”

“I’m no fortune teller, but you’re not gonna die of four missing fingers.”

“Yeah, but I can’t jerk off, though.”

“They’ll grow back. It hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?” Holden just shook his head and took his seat in the bedside chair. “Doesn’t hurt. I’m on a cloud.” Holden smiled. Amos liked his smile.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you intoxicated.”

“I get high on life, usually,” Amos said, which was easier than saying ‘I don’t get high because if I lose control for a second I’m afraid I might get hurt or hurt someone.’

“Why did you call me in here?”

I trust you more than anyone to keep me safe. I need you here in case I can’t keep myself safe, Amos wanted to say. Instead, he said:

“What, you busy?”

“No, but Alex knows his way around the med bay better than I do. There’s not much I can help you with.” You have no idea.

“You’re prettier to look at,” said Amos. Holden figured that was the Oxy talking, but blushed anyway.

“You brought me in here to be eye-candy?” he asked.

“Maybe,” said Amos, dragging out the long A sound in a flirtatious sing-song that didn’t sound right coming out of the big guy’s mouth. 

“Over Naomi, Clarissa, and Bobbie?”

“Some of us don’t objectify women, Jim,” Amos said, a joking accusation.

“So you flirting with me... that’s your feminist agenda?”

“Yes. I’m very progressive. Take your clothes off.”

“Sorry, Gloria Steinem. No way.”

“I don’t know who that is. Is she hot?”

“You’re a real hero for women’s rights, Burton,” Holden deadpanned.

“Okay, so maybe I’m just flirting with you. Come sit in my lap.”

“Yeah, no.”

“Not even for a guy with six fingers?”

“You could be fingerless, toeless, and dickless, and I still wouldn’t be sitting in your lap.”

“Well you don’t have to be mean about it,” Amos pouted.

“Sorry. Can I get you something?”

“A hand job would be nice.”

“Something non-sexual?”

“What’s sexual about a hand job? I’m not asking for that pretty ass or nothing. Just a hand, for a guy that can’t use his own for a couple of weeks.”

“Not happening. Looks like you’re a lefty now.”

“Fine, we’ll compromise. A blow job.”

“How is that a compromise?”

“I get my cock sucked, and you get to suck my cock. Sounds like a win-win to me.”

“No dice.”

“How ‘bout a rim job?” Amos offered.

“For you or me?”

“Would it be a yes if it was for you?”

“No.”

“Then why ask?”

“I guess I can’t imagine how you went from ‘what’s sexual about a hand job?’ to ‘hey, Captain of the ship I work on, lick my asshole!’“

“So then a hand job is still on the table?”

“What about that sounded like a hand job was ever on the table?”

“I’m so horny. I’m usually like, 99% horny, but you drugged me, and now I’m like, 2000% horny. This is your fault. Make it up to me.”

“Good try, really.”

“It’s not fair of you to stand there looking that hot, and I can’t even jerk off about it.”

“How ‘bout I leave?” Holden proposed with a raised eyebrow. Amos’s face changed to something like genuine worry.

“No, stay,” he pleaded. “I’ll stop. I... I want you here, okay?” Holden’s expression turned serious, too.

“Because I look hot?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“I trust you, okay? More'n anybody else. Even me. Especially me. I don’t like being... out of control.”

“Is that why you never get drunk?”

“Yeah, okay? I hate it. My brain doesn’t work right on regular mode, and now I got enough Oxy in me to make a racehorse drop out of college, or something, and I need the only person who never lies or lets me down. ‘Cause I don’t know who I am right now, but I always know who you are, and it’s the guy who never lets me down.”

“Okay,” Holden said as he processed that. He wiped the tear welling in Amos’s eye and held his good hand in his own. “Okay, I got you. You’re safe with me.”

“I know.”

They sat there in amicable silence for a little while, Holden’s thumb moving in comforting circles on Amos’s skin. Eventually, Holden broke the silence.

“So, you really think I’m the hot one?” he asked, breaking the tension. Amos laughed.

“Don’t get a big head about it.”