#oblio tag

[sillystanleystuff]

"What you've been up to?" A lot.

Anyways, here's some Oblio's fanart

That audio recording must've been really awkward

Anyways, I think the player would just look like Frenchy and Marcos (but maybe gray).

Speaking of which

:D

[tinybibmpreg]

Summary:

After Pete runs away from the Chen Family Foundation, Kenta is introduced to the remaining Enigma in the family, Way, and is told to support him. Not knowing what Way’s special ability is, Kenta mistakes the daze of hypnosis for the same kind of love he’d felt for Pete.

Then when Way is old enough, Tony needs to see if his Enigma is capable of subverting an Alpha successfully. Kenta is the obvious choice of test subject.

[sillystanleystuff]

That's fucked up 😭💀

Tag game time baby

Ok here are the rules:

1: Go to Character Headcanon Generator

2: Type the name of your current #1 kin character/comfort character

3: Press the "Create Headcanon" button

4: Take a screenshot of the headcanon that it generated and post it in your reblog

5: Tag some moots

Here I'll go first :3

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Tags:

@drizzlemoth @lunozapp @hey-imma-fangirl @awakentrashpanda @aintan0driscollnomore @mylivingend @orangeleftyart @flower--ghoul @selora-florients @n-atsu @ol1verdrawsyt @skullgirlrawr @stitcheds-sewing-box @carnationstars @dat1jamesandthegiantpeach @worldsbiggestnerd101 @fanoffandoms23 @foulfictkin @chaosbug-png @sillyjesters @datotota @catinabeartrap

[oblio-k]

based off the original meme/comic by mysillycomics.

me: etolak would love those horrible Live Laugh Love decorations if they exist at cardassian walmart

my friend: garak would too

me: god. etolak goes to grab a decoration and looks up and sees his dad reaching for the same one from the opposite aisle

[p4percr4nium]

eyyyy here they are

second set of dance central characters made with picrew! last 2 are kichi and shinju btw

feel free to use them as icons, but pls credit the artist who made the picrew @adriabun and me as wellllll :D

epic times yo

[tsutsukkomi]

joint dance central selfship doodles ft. my friends keith and nat and my oc truth ( and me wheeee )

[klarex]

Hi, I found your account through the tag Dance Central and your fanfic with Mo :) Is it possible if I can request a Oblio x Reader fanfic?

Hello Dance Central bestie! I'm sorry it's short but I haven't got any ideas for this one!

You know school, so I won't post that much I had eariler sorry, but I have a little suprise for you guys! So stay tuned! And I came back to my Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss addiction, so there will be a Blitzø x reader fic soon I think.

Okey sorry for taking your time if you even read this.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: You are working at a local café that Oblio really like coffee from.

Paring: Oblio x barista! reader

Coffee

Pov. Y/n

I was running to my work.

I'm going to be late!

I thought and ran faster. When I got to my work I fastly put on my apron.

- Well, well, well... look who's late again..

My boss said leaning over a door frame.

- I- I'm so sorry boss.. This won't happen again!

He nodded and went to his office. I sighned and turned around to service a customer.

- Hi! What can I get for your you?

I asked a boy with a blue hair.

- I'd like a black coffee with a little bit of sugar and this beautiful cheesecake.

He said and I giggled and started to do his order. When I finished I saw him staring at me and sitting at our small bar we have. I blushed and he looked away blushing too. I came up to him with his order.

- Okey dokey! Here's your order...?

- Oblio.

He took it and held his hand for me. I shook it and he slowly put my hand to his lips and gently kissed it. I blushed and took my hand away.

- I- I'm Y/n.

- It's plesure to meet you Y/n..

He said smiling.

- Soo... Y/n... Would you like to meet up sometimes?

I smiled and nodded. He stood up ready to go.

- Wait!

I took a piece of paper and wrote my phone number.

- Call me! And enjoy your coffee!

I said and gave him a paper, going to service another customers. I saw him looking at me last time before leaving. I smiled. My day was better, because of him.

masterlist

[monstertidbits]

tagged by @neupink to post 4 songs im obsessed with ! thank u sm oblio 🥰🥰

♡ okinimesumama by eve

♡ starboy by the weeknd

♡ peek a boo by rv

♡ just the two of us by bill withers

i tag uhh @paranormalactivity @g3nos @songoku @bashirs and anyone who wanna do this mwah <3

[cameronvevo]

I know I spam this tag alot but hear me out.

The player character is a literal cryptid.

In DC1, you/they show up outta nowhere, climb the ranks with little or no prior set up and dances/defeats ELIOT at Dr. Tan’s Estate, a ‘club’ Mo was promoting and then dissapears off of the face of the earth for a little.

Then, you/they (we? us? I?) show up again in DC2 and complete all the crew challenges, collecting crew cards/commendations and gains the attention of Dr. Tan whom you/they defeat and save the dancing world (for the time being).

Finally in DC3, you’re/they’re famous enough to become a DCI Agent and basically have the stress of saving the world put on their shoulders. You/they figure out all the dance crazes like no big deal and help everyone return to the present. You/they free MacCoy, Dare, Rasa, Lima and Oblio all from mind control like no biggie and kick Dr. Tan’s ass (again) and save the day (once and for all?). Then, you/they are made aware of the threat of the Glitterati and then fuck off once again to resurface after the atrocity that was Dance Central: Spotlight to dance their way into Hart’s, Aubrey’s, Emilia, Mo’s and Oblio’s hearts in VR then dissapear (again).

Nevertheless, you create relationships/bonds with the characters through the art of dance, leaving behind a legacy that will never be forgotten.

Anway, I’ll return to my crack den to spam the tag again later

[valsedelesruines]

Some Late Night Thots

There’s something strange about culture shock in your home country (haha how pretentious is that). And it’s not just the crisps/chips issue, which makes me feel a bit like a cringy Anglophile rather than whatever living in England for the last four years can be classed as. I desire no sympathy or correction for those tidbits of slang. It’s not nostalgia, or some end of my time in education and the subsequent bittersweet anxiety that tags along. I think I just never expected to come back here for more than three weeks. It makes me think about where my mind is at the moment.

My relationship with life circles back to this same feeling every now and then. Sometimes I like to do something distracting, mostly by physically leaving and traveling somewhere new. Sometimes I like to take very long, arduous walks somewhere quiet with no people, and do something meditative. Not sitting and thinking, more like dancing and screaming into holes in the dirt, carving symbols into tree trunks. If I stay there too long though, I swear I would go mad. Any respite from society requires a return, otherwise you might never want to retrace that golden thread. The issue with being a hermit and retreating from the world is that you can only teach yourself so much on your own. I love life, but like in any relationship, you can’t be 100 percent over-the-moon in love all the time. Sometimes, with routine, with expectations, I can only feel apathetic. No, not apathetic. And it’s not discouragement. The feeling is best described in the Peggy Lee song, Is that all there is? where she describes herself as not ready for that “that final disappointment,” despite feeling a bit underwhelmed up by the highs and the lows of it all. The question really is, Is that all there is?

Ok, so this is my fear then. And it is not the final disappointment. It’s the many disappointments that are set up along the way. And how I would react to those disappointments, for I can only imagine that even with great sadness or great joy I would subconsciously ruin it all by wondering, “Oh, so that’s what that experience or feeling is like.” Maybe it’s a fear of understanding life as it reaches its points and passes by. It’s like how pilgrims feel disappointed when they finally reach their destination, after having travelled long distances with high expectations for what it would be when they got there. When I was younger, I read Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being, and read “We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.” Since reading that I never worried about if I was feeling happy or sad, because there was nothing to compare it to. How was I supposed to know if this was the greatest happiness I would feel if I had nothing to compare it to? How would I know if this was the deepest sorrow if there could be more sorrowful days ahead of me? That was a great, yet existential, first lesson in subjectivity for me and I will never forget it. I stopped worrying about happiness and sadness back then, which works for me personally as so far i’ve never been predisposed to depression ( I wouldn’t recommend Kundera to those with depression).

When I see the hopefully vast amount of years ahead of me it scares me. I can’t plan out anything in the future, not because I couldn’t achieve it, but because I can’t imagine being so driven by the knowns of life. I can’t imagine living a life, a peaceful and full life, essentially. Chaos is a nice distraction for me. And it makes me happy. But even with my happiness, my mind tends to feel like some troubled seas, perhaps never finding any peace, but rather attempting to lead me to a myriad of locations. I can work with that though. In fact, I have made it work and to be honest I probably bring it upon myself. I don’t really want a purpose in life, or meaning, or some kind of point. I think for me that would be limiting. It’s like what the Rock Man, from the cartoon-film The Point, says to Oblio ,who asks him whether or not he’s in the pointless forest: “You see what you want to see and you hear what you want to hear.” I think with some sort of purpose, meaning, identity, whatnot, it makes the individual eliminate experience that can deny, refute, or change that “point”. I suppose that’s personal bias and can’t be avoided, but can you at least try?

I think a lot of young people lie to themselves and are good at it. It’s no one’s fault except that those are convincing lies of convenience to make life simpler. Recently, I’ve done a lot of lying to myself about what kinds of things I want out of life. I read in Spinoza’s Theologico-Political treatise that ”Every man’s true happiness and blessedness consist solely in the enjoyment of what is good, not in the pride that he alone is enjoying it, to the exclusion go others. He who thinks himself the more blessed because he is enjoying benefits which others are not, or because he is more blessed or more fortunate than his fellows, is ignorant to true happiness and blessedness, and the joy which he feels is either childish or envious or malicious. For instance, a man’s true happiness consists only in wisdom, and the knowledge of the truth, not at all in the fact that he is wiser than others, or that others lack such knowledge: such considerations do not increase his wisdom or true happiness.” Pretty basic stuff, I suppose, getting at the basis of happiness. Ideas like, happiness is better attained through helping others rather than individualism or “self-care” and such. But I think the idea is that we can lie to ourselves about happiness, and whether it is true or not. Going back to our metaphoric relationships with life, we can lie to ourselves and to others about whether or not we are 100 percent ok about it all the time, but that’s not going to help anyone and probably would be confusing in the long run. It’s a confusion that leads to loss of true self, and the satisfaction of a true life.

I consider myself a fool, but I don’t view it as self-deprecating in any way. I view it as a universal truth. I think we are all fools by nature and shouldn’t get down about it or overwhelmed. There will always be someone who knows more than you and there will always be someone who knows less than you. Learning from these people, alive and dead, can be used as an opportunity to fill in the gaps while we’re alive. I think there are knowledgeable fools, as best described in The Beatles song, The Fool on the Hill, but for the most part we are all lacking in that expanse of knowledge that exists about our own lives, the lives of others, what is to come, what has been, and what is already happening around us. Sometimes tarot can help, for those who will it to be, but even that is something I’ve moved away from. I no longer care about what happens in the future. It’s too vast, too unknown, too untenable, too stupid, too boring, too exciting, too small, too short, too long, too sad, too loving, too accomplished, and too full of failure for me to want any of the details. A girl in middle school once gave me a handmade bookmark which said, “always read the last page of the book you are reading, in case you die before you reach the end.” I hated that bookmark.

I know a part of my life has ended, and now it’s time to live out the new part. At first I felt overwhelmed, but that was more because I started to fall into the trap of trying to figure things out. I’m not frustrated, or sad, or really apathetic, I suppose. At this point, I am not happy all the time, but simply riding on the waves of my own creation. I am here to fill in the gaps not to understand or plan or care about what will be.

[sillystanleystuff]

Some MC's art (plus their dynamic with Oblio)

Yes, I like drawing a squishy little version of the MC

[tinybibmpreg]

prompt fill 8/80 - #39 - You don’t have a choice in this matter. ft. The Stranger/Newcomer, Jinnen, Agammen, and Reverend Rousseau Paschal

i love the ‘priest has a demon baby’ mpreg trope so of course i wanna try my hand at it finally lmao. Reverend Paschal’s gonna end up w 4 demon babies in the stories i have planned for him ;^) but have this thing fleshing out the setting/background first lmao

The High Court: Choices 

“You don’t have a choice in this matter,” the Stranger said to the two children in front of him. “I don’t have a choice, either. I’m not like the two of you, who have avatars. I’m a vessel for the one you wish to speak to.”

The older child, who held onto his infant brother, shifted on his feet and asked, “M-may we speak to her, then? It’s important that we persuade her to keep her silence.”

“She doesn’t want to listen.”

The baby made an unhappy sound and tugged on his brother’s shirt collar. The Stranger couldn’t hear what was being said, but based on the way the older child wilted and glanced away, he guessed the boy was being scolded or yelled at telepathically, as he then spoke for the infant. “Agammen s-says that She of the Red must listen to us, er, him, because he outranks her according to the Lord Ruler’s Court.”

The Stranger sighed and crossed his arms. “It is as I said, Lord of the Final Ruling, High Judge Agammen, I cannot do anything about it. I am just a vessel. I cannot open her eye and make her aware of these things.”

He couldn’t really tell how the Court Judge reacted, being as his avatar was a swaddled infant held tightly by a young boy. But the way the baby squirmed beneath his blankets was a definite sign the demon lord wasn’t pleased.

“Scribe of the Lord Ruler, Heir Jinnen,” the Stranger asked the boy, “-what are your thoughts, before your mortal father comes to retrieve you?”

Jinnen’s pale eyes widened and he began to tremble. He flinched as the High Judge scolded him again and then stammered, “It is not my place to have an opinion on such a matter, Vessel of the High Lady of the Proceeding, She of the Red. I defer to the wisdom of High Judge Agammen.”

“Certainly you must enjoy this life as a reverend’s son. I understand why you and the High Judge do not want to inform the clergy of their misconception. I do not want to inform them, either. I enjoy my life, even if who I serve as a vessel for wishes to return to the Lord Ruler’s Court.”

Jinnen straightened, gasping. He took a step back and whispered, “That can’t be! The Lord Ruler insisted that all who chose to undergo the ritual was to only return upon completing their mortal life or if they are called back.”

The Stranger knew that. He shrugged. There was nothing the three of them could do unless the demon who was forced to use him as a vessel was ever willing to listen. And the Stranger doubted it. She of the Red was stubborn and resentful. She was angry at the demon court for convincing her she should be the first one to try to take a human avatar, for them to allow her to remain trapped in an imperfect vessel.

Instead of being like the children, demon royals reborn into human flesh, she was trapped in a body with the original occupant still inside.

From what he’d learned, he wasn’t surprised it went horribly wrong. Why they thought it a good idea to put a High Lady into a body that was already a teenager, he couldn’t understand. He hadn’t fought it when it happened. It was simply the way of things- he’d been taught to respect and fear the higher powers, so when one had come to take over his body, he’d stepped back in his mind. Only to end up sharing his body with the demoness, her eye replacing his right.

They’d finally figured it out once it got to the Scribe and High Judge, it seemed. He wasn’t sure why the ruler of the demons had decided to send his own heir into a mortal body, even though She of the Red had said in many rants that it should have been Jinnen stuck sharing a body with a mere mortal. Surely what was essentially the Court’s prince should have been kept out of the mortal realm, even if the demoness had called Jinnen spineless and pathetic and unworthy of the honor of being a member of the High Court.

Jinnen and Agammen had been completely reborn as mortals, being born through a willing parent that had answered a call from the Lord Ruler. Their human father had no idea the children he’d given birth to were actually demons in mortal avatars. He and the rest of the church clergy and town believed the two were half-demons.

After an incident, they also believed the same of the Stranger.

Which was going to change, if the High Lady went through with her plan to try to escape his body and return home.

The Stranger really hoped the demoness would change her mind. He had a feeling it wouldn’t go over very well with the clergy, to know that their gods had kept such secrets from them. And he didn’t want to disrupt the life and happiness of the children’s human father. Reverend Paschal loved his sons dearly and was expecting another if the ill fit of his cassock was anything to go by. Certainly, he would be upset to know that his sons weren’t really children, but two of the ageless demon lords his church worshipped that had just used him in order to take an avatar form.

Rocking on his heels and glancing around, Jinnen whimpered and asked his brother, “What do we do? This isn’t good… How are we supposed to live as mortals do if Papa knows what we really are? The Lord Ruler won’t be pleased…” His brother must have responded because Jinnen grew frantic. “Surely we can’t just do nothing! And what of Lord Sen, when he arrives? Will he not even get a chance to do as the Lord Ruler asked?”

He probably should have tried to calm the Scribe, but the Stranger was too surprised. “The High Judge wants to do nothing?”

“He says you’re right, we’re truly helpless to the High Lady’s treachery… Oh, I hope things end up okay…”

Their conversation came to an end when the Stranger spotted Reverend Paschal headed their way. He was definitely expecting another avatar-child. The Stranger didn’t often see him, but now the once ill fit of his cassock was replaced by a large mass straining against the new and bigger robe he had. Reverend Paschal’s gait was not quite a waddle, but it was clear he was adjusting to being heavily pregnant.

He was puffing a bit as he approached them, his hands on his belly. “Oh, there you boys are! I asked you both to stay close to the church while I spoke with Bishop Achard.”

“Sorry, Papa… I didn’t mean to wander so far down the road,” Jinnen said quietly, hanging his head.

Reverend Paschal smiled and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “It’s alright. Just try to stay closer, next time. I can’t chase after you so well now, with the new little one on the way.”

Jinnen promised and shuffled closer to his father. Satisfied with his son’s agreement, Reverend Paschal turned to the Stranger. “Ah, hello, Newcomer. How are you today? I didn’t see you at mass this morning.”

Hoping desperately that the demoness in his body wouldn’t take control to spill everything to the Reverend, he maintained his composure and answered, “I had to fix my wagon wheel before coming into town. It took longer than I expected.”

“Oh! Well, I thank you for keeping my sons entertained and in one place while I was busy. I was worried I’d have to walk all over town to find them.” Reverend Paschal laughed. “I hope they weren’t a bother.”

“Not at all. I was just stopping for a bit on my way to the square. They’re sweet boys. You’re doing well raising them.”

The Reverend smiled brightly and the Stranger really hoped things would turn out alright. He didn’t want to see this man heartbroken. “I hope you do well selling your produce today! It was nice speaking with you, Newcomer. We’ll be headed home and let you get to the square, then.” He held out his arms to Jinnen and started to lean towards him. “I’ll take your brother now, son.”

“O-okay!” In his haste to make up for disobeying his father, Jinnen quickly held up Agammen. Reverend Paschal made a sound of surprise but didn't get out a warning in time. With Jinnen’s weak arms and all of Agammen wrapped up in a blanket that made him rather slippery, the infant immediately tipped out of his brother’s hands.

The Stranger stepped forward and scooped up the baby before he could be dropped.

The baby immediately began to wail, squirming in his arms. In his head, the Stranger heard a furious voice snarl at him, “I didn’t give you permission to touch me, Vessel! Hand me over right now!”

With that voice yelling at him all the time, the Stranger could see why Jinnen was so high-strung.

“Agammen!” Reverend Paschal gasped. The Stranger handed over the baby carefully to his father, who worriedly checked him over. Agammen settled down once he was in his father’s arms. “By grace- It’s alright, little one… You’re alright. Goodness, my heart is racing. Shh, it’s okay, Agammen, it’s okay…”

“I- I’m sorry, papa, I…” Jinnen whimpered, eyes filling with tears. “I didn’t mean to drop him.”

“It's alright, son. We’ll just be more careful from now on. Your brother is okay.” Jinnen latched onto his father's leg, burying his face against the length of his cassock.

The poor Reverend looked quite ruffled. He adjusted his baby and then earnestly said to the Stranger, “Thank you so much for catching my little one! Bless you.”

“I'm glad I could help.”

Agammen whined and his little arm poked out of his blankets, waving down at Jinnen. Reverend Paschal smiled and said to his older son, “Look, Jin! Agammen isn’t upset with you either. He misses you already.”

Jinnen mumbled something incomprehensible, and the Stranger thought that the baby didn’t miss his brother at all, rather, the High Judge was probably trying to grab the Heir so he could scream at him telepathically for almost dropping him.

“Come on and let go so I can hold your hand, Jinnen. Let’s head home now. We’ve kept the Newcomer from his work for long enough.” Jinnen reluctantly detached himself from his father’s leg so he could take his hand.

The Stranger almost offered to take them home on his wagon but decided against it. It would be difficult for the Reverend to get on and off of the front of the wagon, and the Stranger didn’t want to have to lift the children onto it either. He doubted either of them would enjoy being held by him.

So he bid them goodbye and headed to his wagon, stopping to pat the muzzles of his two horses. Then, he climbed onto his wagon and took the reins in his hand.

Before he could tell the horses to start walking, the Reverend called to him, “Ah, Newcomer!”

He lowered the reins and looked over at the little family. “Yes, Reverend?” He felt hazy and brought a hand to his face, feeling that his right eye had opened slightly. His hand dropped down without him wanting to.

“You’ve been attending church for a few months now, and have established your farm, but no one knows your name. I know you said you don’t have one, but is there anything you would like to be called besides Stranger or Newcomer?”

The Stranger tilted his head. “No. It is as I told the doctor and bishop. I have no name and no need for one. Stranger and Newcomer suit me just fine.”

“Ah… alright, then.” Jinnen tugged on his father’s arm, and the Reverend chuckled. “Alright, now we’ll head home.”

He waited until the Reverend and his sons were finally on their way before he flicked the reins and called for the horses to pull the wagon. As they rode towards the square, his right eye opened. The Stranger braced himself to lose control, but he kept a firm hold of the reins and his left eye stayed open instead of being forced shut.

“I can see why the Lord Ruler has chosen that silly little Reverend as a concubine,” the demoness said to the Stranger, using his voice. “He’s ridiculous, oblivious. He’ll do whatever he’s told.”

When his mouth wasn’t clamped shut as he went to respond, the Stranger replied, “Reverend Rousseau Paschal is a nice man. His children like him.”

“Of course that fool Jinnen likes him. That pathetic whelp would sit at the heel of any that showed him the barest scraps of affection. He must be ecstatic that he has a human parent to love him unconditionally.”

“And High Judge Agammen?”

“A short-sighted fool desperate for power. He’ll only stick around for as long as his avatar body demands it, and I’ve no doubt he’ll drag along that poor excuse of a prince with him, and whatever low-ranking idiot volunteers to be shoved out of that mortal’s body with Agammen pulling the strings.”

“The Scribe-Heir said Lord Sen is next.”

She laughed. “Oh, Agammen must be furious! Sen is his equal, the High Executioner, Lord of the Will. Jinnen won’t be following him after all. If Agammen demands his service, and Sen demands it as well, he’ll stay with the clergy of this town to worship the Lord Ruler, just to stay with that mortal mother that loves him so.”

Not wanting to lose control while holding the reins of horses, he didn’t ask her to reconsider her plan. If she grew upset with him, then he would lose his ‘body privileges,’ as she called it.

“I wonder what will happen, then, before the High Judge and High Executioner are old enough to demand Heir Jinnen follow them. Will they fight over his allegiance?”

“Agammen and Sen lowering themselves to fighting over the scribe prince of all people… that’ll be a sight to behold.”

The Stranger slowed the horses as he thought of something. “Lord Sen consumes memories, does he not?”

His left eye narrowed, and he knew she wasn’t pleased with the question. Not after the years she’d spent educating him on the High Court. “Yes, he does. Why do you ask, vessel of mine?”

“You said because of his extensive memories, the Lord Ruler often consults with him, as do the court magicians. Would Lord Sen know of a way to help you or a way to consult with the Lord Ruler from this realm?”

“...He might. I didn’t think of that. Agammen wouldn’t know how to do such a thing, and the Lord Ruler never wants to speak with his pathetic little heir. But Sen is a close friend of his… and Sen has many messengers devoted to him. Surely they would have feared for him and taught him how a human might consult them. In turn, they could seek an audience with the Lord Ruler.”

He’d solved it, somehow. At least until after the Reverend gave birth again. That was bound to take a few months, and presumably, he wouldn’t be bringing his newborn out and about in the colder months. That would give them all more time, in case Lord Sen didn’t know how to help.

And though the demoness couldn’t read his thoughts, she knew him well enough to guess at what he was thinking. “You’re not to discuss any of this with those two fools. They’re the ones that suggested I be trapped in this body. Let them wallow in their fear.”

“Yes, High Lady.” His right eye closed and he had the horses resume their pace.

Sighing, the Stranger was relieved. He didn’t have to worry about dying, not for a good few months. And with the High Lady satisfied, his life was sure to be more peaceful. Her rants were bound to lessen, and he wouldn’t have to worry about tasks on his farm going incomplete or being done incorrectly.

He decided he’d stop by the Reverend’s house to drop off some of his crops and a bit of meat and eggs. In order to give himself good time and make sure the Reverend’s pregnancy went well, it wouldn’t hurt to make sure Reverend Paschal was eating well. A healthy diet would help him carry to term and give him strength for the birth, and if his children were also well-fed, that would get rid of some stress from the Reverend’s life, especially as it got colder in the coming autumn.

And of course, he’d drop off some of his produce at the church for the rest of the clergy. It wouldn’t do to be playing favorites, and he did feel that he owed the Bishop for saving his life a few weeks earlier. The doctor and his family could have some as well. If the doctor’s daughters came to him in the square, he’d pack some extras in with whatever they purchased.

-

Jinnen wanted to run to his bed to hide in his blankets until he could calm down, but he used all his will to keep himself from showing how frightened he was and stayed by his father’s side as they entered their home. He looked around for some other way he could try to relax and saw some loose pieces of parchment and an inkwell on a desk. Writing or drawing always helped to calm him down. But he had to ask permission first, something he struggled with.

In the Court, he spent all of his time writing, using as much parchment and ink as he wanted, whenever he wanted.

As a human, ink and parchment were expensive, and his father wanted him to use them for learning only. He didn’t mind only being able to copy down scriptures and spiritual texts, since he needed to learn human writing, but he wished he didn’t have to ask.

He took off his shoes and jacket at the doorway and turned to his father to ask if he could practice writing. Before he could ask, though, his father said, “Jinnen, would you help me start dinner? I know it’s early, but I’m quite hungry after all that walking.”

“O-okay, Papa.”

“I’ll go set your brother in his cradle. Can you get some vegetables from the garden, please?”

He got only a couple of vegetables and a small handful of herbs, figuring his father was just going to slice them and cook them in a pan so they could eat quickly. Jinnen brought them to the kitchen and set them on the table, then went to see where his father was. He found the man in his bedroom. He’d removed his cassock and hung it up. Agammen was in his cradle, unswaddled and holding onto a toy.

His father had one hand on the wall, leaning against it while his other hand was on his back. He didn’t look well, a frown on his face, hunched over.

“Papa? Are you okay?”

His father immediately straightened up, giving him a big smile. “I’m alright, son. My back just hurts, that’s all.” He came over and gave him a pat on the head. Jinnen missed when he was able to get picked up. It was nice, being a child again, especially to Reverend Paschal.

Even if he had to share him. He glanced at Agammen. The other demon was trying to glare at him, but with his pudgy baby face, it wasn’t threatening at all.

“Let’s go make dinner!” His father took his hand and led him to the kitchen. As they walked, Jinnen thought it was more than just an aching back that was bothering his father. He looked far too tired, and tugged at the suspenders he wore over his clerical shirt. But he was too young to be asking about it and didn’t know what he’d do to help anyway. His father had managed with him and Agammen. Surely he wouldn’t have too much trouble with this new baby.

Jinnen couldn’t remember if his father had been so bothered when he was carrying Agammen. He hadn’t really paid attention. Walking around and doing his duties as a clergyman hadn’t been so difficult for him until much later in his pregnancy. It was much too early for things to be getting hard. He was only six months along.

Though the man’s belly seemed bigger than it should have been. He hadn’t been so large at this stage with Agammen.

Sure, Sen was physically on the large size for a demon, but Jinnen didn’t think their original forms really had any effect on their human avatar size. Agammen was much larger than he was, and he fit fine into all of Jinnen’s old baby clothes, even if the townsfolk sometimes remarked that Agammen was chubbier than Jinnen had been and even chubbier than most of the other babies in town.

He didn’t think their father was eating much more than he had either, but maybe he was just gaining more weight than he did before. After all, he hadn’t had much time to lose any of the weight he’d gained while carrying Agammen before he’d been called on by the Lord Ruler to carry Sen.

The demon prince supposed this meant he would have to step up to help his father more often instead of writing. He liked to help, but… he just didn’t like to help with Agammen. It was hard to hide that the other demon was constantly screaming at him. In the Court, it hadn’t been so bad, since there had been so many others to bear the brunt end of the High Judge’s temper, but now that he was the only one Agammen could talk to, it made life harder. Even if he tried very hard to do well as an older brother, he didn’t think Agammen would calm down in his rage until he was no longer stuck as an infant.

He hoped that Sen would be easier than Agammen to handle once he was born. At least then, Agammen would have someone else to shout at. Jinnen was certain that the High Judge hated the Executioner far more than he disliked the Heir.

Provided the High Lady didn’t ruin everything for them. Then it wouldn’t matter what would happen with Sen. He was certain the clergy would take them away from Reverend Paschal. Then they would fail in their mission to exist as mortals and would be revered as members of the High Court. Though Agammen was sure to enjoy it if they didn’t get in trouble with the Lord Ruler, Jinnen didn’t want that at all. He hated being the Scribe and Heir, even if he loved to write. It was so much better to exist as a human child, without so many expectations and so many superiors to see him as a failure.

“You look deep in thought, Jin!”

“Ah… Um… Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“I promise I’ll be okay. I know I’ll feel much better once we sit and eat! I’ve been on my feet all day, that’s all.”

Jinnen didn’t relax until his human father looked better. Indeed, sitting and eating had perked him up, just as he’d promised. Jinnen was relieved. He ate the rest of his meal of pan-roasted vegetables and a warmed-up biscuit with butter from the day before, and went to ask if now he could write.

Agammen wailing cut him off before he could even open his mouth.

“Your brother must be hungry! I’ll get him.” His father went to get up. “Oof… Goodness, these chairs are low.”

Despite knowing that he was going to get yelled at, Jinnen offered to go get the baby and hurried off.

“Hello, Agammen.” He lifted up the other demon.

Immediately, he was screeched at, “What was that stunt you tried to pull earlier?! If you get me killed and I’m sent home early, I will break free and hunt you down, you-”

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to drop you, I promise,” he whispered.

“Why are you here? I’m hungry, I don’t want to see you, you little worm! You can’t feed me, you can’t do anything! Let me go! Put me down! You will obey me, you worthless prince-”

Agammen tried to grab at him. Jinnen was thankful that babies didn’t have too much pinching strength in their hands, and that their father kept Agammen in little onesies that covered his hands so he couldn’t use his nails to scratch him.

He held the baby firmly despite how much he was screaming, both telepathically and out loud, and squirming and brought him back to their father. Agammen stopped wailing once he was handed over and quieted so he could start nursing.

“Poor thing, you get so upset when you’re hungry,” their father soothed. “There’s no need to be upset, little one… Papa’s here, don’t work yourself up so much. I don’t want you to get a fever.”

Jinnen covered his mouth to keep from laughing. Agammen finally having a consequence for his anger was too good. He couldn’t wait to throw that at him the next time he flew into a rage over something. It would be even more trying for Agammen, existing in his young avatar state if he were to fall ill because of his own doing.

As long as things didn’t get ruined by She of the Red. That sobered him.

He slipped off of his chair and went to his father’s side. He hugged him, careful not to touch Agammen.

“What is it, Jin? I’m not upset with you for earlier-”

Agammen kicked his forehead and snarled, “I am!”

“Careful, little one.” Their father tucked Agammen’s leg back in his arms. Then, he said to Jinnen, “Maybe tomorrow you can help me do some chores around the church. I’ll get a sling and you can carry your brother around. Won’t that be nice?”

A whole day with Agammen pressed against his back. Not even the threat of fever would keep the High Judge’s temper under control. He suppressed a shudder. Maybe he could pretend that he was tired after a while and let one of the other clergymen hold onto Agammen. Then he could enjoy actually helping his father do chores.

“Okay, Papa. It sounds fun.”

“Good boy. Why don’t you practice writing for a while? You know how your brother takes forever to eat. Then I can read to you.”

[rockingthegraveyard]

Tagged by @authenticaussi3

Place songs on shuffle and list the first ten.

The Plank - The Devil Makes Three

You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are - Keaton Henson

Feel Again - OneRepublic 

Into The Cold - Timberwolf

Best of You - Foo Fighters 

No Te Vayas - Camilo

Spirit Cold - Tall Heights

Someone New - Hozier

Chlorine - Twenty One Pilots

She’s Thunderstorms - Arctic Monkeys 

I tag @maemoth @jenafurby @flowingthroughtime @supurrnova @ohshanksno @di-oblio @pomodoko @rozecrystal @emeneska-chan @treavellergirl

[tmarauder101]

21 Questions Game

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Thank you @stressedbi  for tagging me in this!Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better

Nickname: Vix 

Zodiac Sign: Taurus 

Height: 5.5ft 

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor, like I’m 50/50 Gryffindor and Slytherin. From the extended quiz.

Last thing googled: ‘How to set up voicemail on google pixel’ I did figure it out!

Favorite Musicians/bands: When it comes to music I follow for music no for the artist so like it’s all over the place. But definitely,

BTS, Halsey, Ava Max, Lindsey Stirling, Little Mix

and I think that's it.

Song stuck in my head: Speechless by Naomi Scott Soooo good!

Favorite Songs:  There is alot~ So here are my top like 10? In no particular order

Stars Align - Lindsey Stirling

Speechless - Naomi Scott

Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin 

Wide Awake - Katy Perry

S O S - Indila

Don’t call me up - Mabel

Nightmare - Halsey

Without me - Halsey

So am I - Ava Max

Hair - Little Mix

Following: 251

Followers: 133 

Do I get asks: Every now and again, but I love asks please do send me more! <3

Amount of Sleep: Never heard of sleep before  from like 12 am to 7 am

Wearing: it’s like almost nighttime so an oversized t-shirt, long shorts

Dream Job:  Writer 

Dream Trip: Uhhh, go to the UK or anywhere in England really 

Instruments: Violin, I also have a harmonica and a recorder

Languages: English, Gujarati and I can understand basic Hindi but ask me to speak it and I’ll speak a mix of Broken Gujarati and Hindi. I also speak Gibberish and Sarcasm. OH and I’m learning Spanish. 

Random Fact: About me or just random in general? Uh I have tailbone length hair and I guess that’s kinda neat, idk I’m not very interesting  

Aesthetic: Uh... Um IDK

I tag: @younggayanddoingokay @magickfluffy @drarry-caught-the-snitch @rmh8402 @dragonmalfoys @biconpotter @di-oblio @fu-ck-my-li-fe @xx-thedarklord-xx @younggayanddoingokay @potter-art

and I’m too tired to tag anyone else so anyone who wants to do this go ahead! 

[forever5hines]

shinee song tag post! I’ll be adding more post by post until I get all done eventually. Please be patient! all of the posts will be tagged ‘shinee song tag’ so check those if you didn’t get the tag notif, if I am done and I haven’t done yours, feel free to send me a message!

if i couldn’t tag you, I put your name in the tags so visit forever5hines.tumblr.com/tagged/*yourusername* to see if it was included

@1inaho one | @comintoyoulive love like oxygen | @smellycatohhhsmellycat up & down | @recurringpattern view | @yourenotmydaduglyassnoodlehead tell me your name | @apolutoxaos aboab | @chuupd black hole | @magicsnop an encore | @katania48 your number | @a-kat-in-southkorea savior | @kat-and-rin-in-japan keeping love again | @cursingwithkats don’t let me go | @mino-l burning up | @boobooheon punch drunk love | @oneredpineapple best place | @cokowritesfics u need me | @kuroo-is-my-weakness  love still goes on | @no-place-like-fandom dangerous | @kadamsel beautiful life | @acelululala countdown | @alextheawkwardnoodle hitchhiking | @faute-de-mieux-m haru | @himenation sweet surprise | @di-oblio lucky star | @eugeniakur02 photograph | @blackgeekgoddess love | @ddaengdude hold you | @taemincult runaway | @lastkim married to the music | @coffee-and-nctea sunny day hero | @retrofelix beautiful | @inpinkflames shift | @sweetmemoriesofyou an encore | @minhosgf get the treasure | @chassbenatriks punch drunk love | @but-minho excuse me miss | @isthischill kimi ga iru sekai | @wendysonredvelvet talk to you | @jeonginsaussieaccent one for me | @street-lamp-salad hit me | @thebeautifulyoux become undone | @youdthinkiwasplottingmurderbutno woof woof

[oblio-k]

tagged by @imaginationdrift !!

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. (I will be doing all the ones in my google docs)

Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

oh boy this is going under a cut because im one of those people who starts a new fic every other day, where i write half of it in one sitting and then dont touch it for weeks. (also known as: Oh God, Oblio, how many fucking stories are you working on?)

uhhh i’ll tag @distant-voices @silverelfmage and @kaelio u guys can do this if you want to lmao

ORIGINALS:

100-day prompts

Don’t be Cruel, Don’t be Kind

TIMELESS

Story w the 5 siblings

STAR TREK:

Whumptober #9

Frog (sequel to Sand Dollar)

Speculations

babysitter miles translator Off

Linaan fic

soulmate AU with molly and tee

Leos

another toran

im a ripoff heres a daemon au w dad garak

odo meets little ziyal

Another Enotek and Jayson - DD9 au

quin bday thing

little chef joey

another PJ thing

yet another sequel,,, Amusement Park

sequel to indiscretion ft. Baby

the one with Krella (18) and Ethra (8)

ziyal and kyle hang out in the dukat manor

quin and friends 2

minister

hhhhhhh another tora and kyle au

naprem ds9 kyle au

springwine chat fic

betazoid hybrid

trapped in the holosuite is overdone but dearly loved

dragon,,with Enotek and Jayson

Garak’s teen daughter wishes for death and a gf

sick little cardassian kiddo with his betazoid guardian

Nesting Fic

‘hey im not giving you your kid back’ fic

eggs and disko i suppose

Joseph sisko adopts ziyal

quin n friends 1

quodo family counseling 

garak teaches his kids to

an afterlife version for dukat

Joey fic w Satal and Molly

older dutain kid fic

odo fic w teddy

USS Nobility

Afterlife drabbles