#oh dear god hel-

[moe-broey]

WOW. WOW. WOOOOOWWWWWWW. WOW. WOW. WOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW. WOW. WOW. WOW. WOOOOWOWWWO. WOOOOOOOOWWWWWW

[transmechanicus]

The description here confuses the hell out of me like i know this is the Blood Games and Custodes already have unlimited authority, but what's this about bribing a tech priest and taking control of a battlefleet solar ship, like are those ppl involved not going to be killed for helping with this training exercise??

I must say the author of the codex fluff story has managed the impossible: they managed not only the first canon appearance of a female custodes, but she also is a fan-favourite now.

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 4 : Flashbacks and Fear

Continuation the The Prolouge, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3.

Just his luck...

This stupid Fenton Luck.

He's lost in Gotham and Dante is still at work, He forgot where he was for a moment and remembers 'oh he's not in amity' too late and now he's wandering the streets.

"Fuck.... Oh Ancients... Where do I go.... Oh no.. Dan will be so worried." Danny combs his hair back with his hands and letting it ruffle back down again.

Stress. That's what he's feeling right now, confusion too maybe. He wanders the streets in search of his way back hoping the "Fenton Luck" would be on his side and guide him back home.

"Please, please plea-" He stops talking as he hears a commotion, possibly a gang fight he thinks and he decides to hide within the darkness of the alleys in fear of getting in the crossfire.

He doesn't like to hear the fighting... Not anymore much so. He covers his ears as he curled up in the corner of the alleys trembling with his hood up. He tries to muffle the fighting noises coming through his ears by lulling a lullaby Jazz always sang to him.

"🎶p...pass the fourth turn.... By... The barn ... Where Mrs. Full man.. lived until she passed on... There is a cottage.. by the lake..side... Where fairies.... Come out at night.... Hic- .... There's a music.... Box in the bedroom... Hic.... It's playing songs... From 1922.... And if you listen... Hic—🎶" He stops singing as tears rolled down his cheeks, the memories were getting to him. Happy memories when she was alive.

He curls up even further and sobbed hoping his sobs would muffle the Noises. Until the noises finished, but Danny still couldn't stop crying in fear and the memories flooding in on his mind. Replaying over and over again.

The warm smile she gives him, the reassurance that he's no less than human despite having becoming a Halfa. The Family he misses, he misses her so much. He wishes she was still there to comfort him with her lullabies, her gentle touch, her soft spoken voice.

"I'm scared Jazz..." He mutters sobbing.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Damian perked up, they had just finished breaking up a gang fight but Damian couldn't help but hear... Subtle sobs of a child...

Damian isn't always one to care much but he couldn't help himself this time.

"Is everything alright Robin?" The Big B asks with a monotonous tone.

"Not sure B, I hear a child sobbing their eyes out...." Damian answers and starts to walk trying to track the sobs. It made his heart ache- Fuck why is he acting like his father and that so called Genetic "Adoption Tendencies". He refuses to be one of his brothers with that Genetic. Maybe even Grayson is a more reasonable option for that Genetic.

Damian saw a glimpse of the sobbing child in the alley. He tries to mimic his father and try not to be intimidating.

"Hey there... Kid.." Damian spoke out softly with the gentlest smile he could muster out of his face. The kid looked up and it made Damian Flinch.

His eyes, they're too... Reminiscent of the Lazarus Waters.... Did someone dunk this kid there too? What the fuck happened to him? Who is he?, many questions ran through Robin's Mind but he shakes it off to check up on the kid.

"Are you alright... Do you need hel—" Damian was cut off by the kid suddenly hugging him tightly.

"Please... Bring me back home... Hic... I want to go home..." The kid sobbed, almost pleading to go back home.

Why is Damian's Heart Aching?. Why is it making him want to cry too... It was odd, but Damian just hugs the kid back and carries him— Dear God he's so light weight. It's like lifting a feather, very concerning... His body temperature was also ice cold. That's even more concerning.

"Ofcourse... I'll take you home... Do you uhm- have any family?" Robin asks worryingly.

"Mhm.... My big brother..." The kid mutters softly.

"And where is he?" Robin asks again and was told that he works at a local new Cafe near Gotham U.

Robin just nods and looks at Batman with a stern yet softer look.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Bruce was confused, Damian was being.... Soft-spoken, really. A rare sight. Damian consoling a crying child.

A child with Black hair blue eyes and .. a lot of scars, including a very concerning Lichtenberg Scars that traces along the child's eye to his skin and possibly down to his chest or back.

"B, the police can handle the rest of them, I'll take this child to the Cafe near Gotham U." Robin states blantantly.

"...hnn... I'm coming with you." Bruce said and Robin just sighed and nodded.

Who's child is this...? How did he get here? How did he make Damian so soft-spoken? Is he a meta? Is one of the criminals they subdued his parents or-... Bruce tried to keep his thoughts calm, it's just a child after all.

Bruce gave the kid a Candy, Odd that he had one in his pocket but it still calmed the kid nontheless

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

They eventually reached the Cafe and Saw a Panicking Man yelling out the name "Danny" as he wanders around concerningly.

"Dan!" The kid yelled out, still in Robin's arms.

"OH ANCIENTS! DANNY!" Dante was very worried, tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was already About to call Vlad.

Robin sets Danny Down and Danny ran to Dan and Jumped at him. Dante hugged Danny tightly, "Fuck... Where did you go... You little twerp.... You shouldn't run away like that... Or even wander off. Goddamit.." Dante sighed in relief as they pressed foreheads with each other .

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Danny mutters under soft sobs.

"It's okay kid... It's okay.." Dante reassures him as he looked at Robin with soft gentle teary eyes. "Thank you..." Dante utters with his voice almost breaking.

"C'mon Danny.. say thank you to the heroes." Dante tries to distract Danny through telling him to say thank you and Danny tilts his head towards Robin and Batman.

"Thank you..." He smiles with teary reddish eyes that made Damian's Heart Ache but also throb with happiness.

Robin smiles softly. "It's what...we do..." He says with a gentle soft-spoken tone. Batman just Grunts approvingly and Danny Giggled.

"Thank you. Thank you again. I wish you all the best.." Dante mutters as he kisses Danny's Hair and Bows at the two heroes before walking off.

Danny waves goodbye at Robin and Batman and Robin couldn't help but wave back, he slowly stares at his hand that was waving goodbye and presses it to his chest.

"... Such an... Odd feeling..." Robin utters with a smile still plastered on his face as he noticed the kid had left a sticker on his glove. A star sticker infact.

He plans to keep that sticker on the glove now. Never letting it be taken off, because it made him smile.

Really.

Odd... So odd.

As promised @craftyexpertchild and @darkenedenchantress tags for y'all

I wrote this in a 40-30 minutes timeframe

Older brother Dan is my type of Man and Cunt™

[ammoniteblue]

Not a Hero, Just an Author (p.1)

kenji sato x reader

Her latest novel a flop, Y/N is starting to worry she wasn’t meant to be an author. She’s 24, lives alone and most of her college friends are either married or in more traditional jobs. she feels like she’s being left behind. That is until a charming baseball player finds his way into her life and shows Y/N that it takes more than talent to be a star.

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“-And we’re expecting light showers this afternoon with heights of 17 degrees celsius. So make sure to pack an umbrella. In other news, the Giants are about to welcome legendary Japanese baseb-“

The morning radio rambled quietly in your car, some light background music on your morning commute to work. Today you’d left too late, a delay caused by your alarm clock not going off on time, and now you were paying for it. The traffic jam was long. At this rate you were going to be late for work.

You sighed, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel impatiently. If you were even five minutes late your editor was going to kill you. this was a super important meeting, one Sana had been fighting for for months. It could make or break your career, taking you from a small time author to the real thing. An international bestseller. A book adapted into a screenplay. A movie. A show. World wide recognition. A dream come true.

You could feel that dream slipping away as the traffic in front of you crawled forwards.

There was a ding. Your phone. No doubt Sana asking about where the fuck you were. A cursory glance at your watch informed you had twenty minutes to get down town.

fuck.

Was your heart racing from the three cups of coffee you chugged this morning or the stress ?

Another ding. And then another. Oh my god.

It was wrong, perhaps even evil. something you’d never admit aloud. but a tiny part of your brain wished, just for a second, that a Kaiju would drop down from the sky and rid the streets of traffic.

A great scream tore through the air. It was unlike anything you’d ever heard before. Beyond animalistic. a noise only a monster could make. Horns began to blare ahead of you and as you strained your neck to look up you realised why.

“Be careful what you wish for…” You hissed to yourself, as a towering reptilian figure appeared ahead of you.

It was easily taller than the surrounding skyscrapers. The Kaiju resembled a lizard, a knock off version of Godzilla. It’s beady yellow eyes didn’t seem to blink and as the creature took a step the ground trembled. earthquake like ripples shook the earth, sending your cup of coffee teetering over in your car.

People had begun to panic. Pedestrians turned and ran in the opposite direction, not afraid of pushing each other out of the way. In your rear view mirror you watched as an office worker knocked an old lady over in his hurry. He didn’t bother to stop.

Now you’d never call yourself a hero. You weren’t particularly brave or even outgoing. Maybe that’s why you became an author. It was a great gig and one you got to do alone. So it came to a shock to you when you found yourself getting out of your car and rushing into the crowd.

People barrelled past you, mothers clinging to their children, workers evacuating buildings. even cats and dogs had taken to running for the hills. You did your best to push through them until you were there, standing over the old lady.

She was struggling to pick herself back up, her cane discarded to the side. Quickly, you grabbed it and with your free hand helped her up to her feet.

“Thank you my dear, you shouldn’t be putting yourself in danger.” She said her voice wobbling a little.

A quick glance down informed you that she’d been hurt. blood was trickling down her left leg. she needed medical attention.

“It’s okay, we need to find you hel-“ You began to say only to be interrupted by a thundering roar.

A ray of purple light shot only metres past you both. It hit a row of cars near you, each one vaporising into nothing but debris and ash. From where you were huddled you could feel the heat radiating off of it.

The old lady let out a scared scream and as you glanced up you realised why. The Kaiju’s snakelike eyes were trained exactly on you. You blinked as your body suddenly went numb. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. To be under the glare of a creature so big, so terrifying. A primal instinct in you told you to run. to leave the old lady and turn and save yourself. But you didn’t. You stayed. Whether that was out of nobility or fear you didn’t know.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Not when in mere moments you would be dead. reduced to nothing but ash on the sidewalk. No big meeting, no movie deal. You’d die a small time author no one has ever heard of. Your parents. What would they think ? their only child dead. They wouldn’t even get to say goodbye.

goodbye mum. goodbye dad. I’m sorry.

There was nothing you could do but try to shield the old woman as the Kaiju opened its mouth and roared. There was a great flash of purple and heat. heat unlike anything you’d ever felt. and then nothing.

Moments passed and you realised you weren’t dead. Neither of you were. The attack hadn’t come. But how ?

A feeble glance informed you how.

Stood only mere feet away from you, shining in silver and red was Ultraman himself. The city’s hero returned after months of absence. He was here. He was back. He saved you.

“Ultraman.” You breathed, staring in wonder up at him as he used a shield to divert the attack.

It was almost beautiful. the way the purple ray clashed with the blueish shield creating a symphony of light and colour.

The attack stopped and his shield dropped. Before the Kaiju could move, he raced forwards and tackled the beast into the ground. the impact sent tremors through the earth, one’s that almost sent you and the old lady toppling over.

“Quickly, let’s find shelter.” You slung her arm over you and used this diversion to try and drag you both to safety.

Soon after the KDF arrived, and emergency services. A paramedic saw to the old lady, Mrs Tanaka, who repeated endless apologies to you. She held your hand in hers and said:

“my dear you saved my life. i can never repay you. i am forever in your debt.”

Then as you started to cry, overwhelmed by stress and sheer relief at still being alive, she brought you into a hug. it was warm and homey. it felt like you were a kid again. like everything would be alright.

When you did finally turn up at your editors, six hours late and covered in scratches and blood, some yours and some Mrs. Tanaka’s, Sana flung herself into your arms. Your boss bitch editor, the self proclaimed Ice Queen of publishing, bawled in your arms like a homesick baby. The meeting was pushed back till you felt better and she demanded you take a few days to rest and de stress.

By the time you got home you were a shaking mess of nerves, trauma and exhaustion. if not for the blood and dirt you would’ve flung yourself on your bed and promptly passed out. But a shower was sorely needed and after the shower you realised how hungry you were. Saving an old lady’s life hadn’t left a lot of time for lunch.

There was a ramen shop below your apartment. a nice cosy spot run by a sweet old man who’d gone out of his way to actually read your book, after you’d finally told him you were an author. you’d been a regular there since you moved into your apartment a year ago. A nice warm bowl of ramen might just be the thing you needed.

In sweats and glasses you padded out of your apartment and down the stairs.

It was only nine thirty and the streets of tokyo were very much alive. People shuffled up and down the streets. groups of giggling university students, no doubt on their way to a bar or club. Oh to be young. Office workers were only just now leaving work, slumping down the streets like zombies. Their briefcases hanging limply in hand.

You shuffled into Mr Ozami’s ramen shop to be greeted with the savoury smell of veggies and meat. It was fairly quiet, a lull between the dinner crowd and night walkers. The booth in the back, your favourite spot, was free. Mr. Ozami didn’t even give you a menu, he nodded from behind the counter and went to whip up your usual.

It was nice. the pair of you exchanged barely any words but had somehow forged an unlikely friendship. right now it was just what you needed. quiet company and a warm meal.

Prompt as always, Mr. Ozami slid a bowl in front of you, popping a pair of chopsticks down. He nodded again and like that returned to his spot behind the counter. He knew you’d leave the exact amount of change for the meal after. Never a tip. you’d tried the first time you came and he’d immediately handed it back.

It was perfect. down to the last minute detail. Warm broth flowed into your stomach and slowly your nerves began to fade. an ease settled over you. tonight you’d sleep well. despite the absolutely harrowing day, you’d sleep well.

Or so you thought, until a stranger walked into the shop.

at first you didn’t notice. your whole face was almost in your bowl of ramen, too fixated on slurping noodles to realise someone else was in the shop. Maybe that’s why you were so startled to notice a guy standing by the counter, examining a menu in hand. Or maybe it was because the longer you stared the more you realised he looked familiar.

Too familiar.

And that’s when it hit you.

Tall, lean and dark haired. the man in front of you was Kenji Sato. New addition to the Giants and legendary baseball player.

Holy shit.

He looked up not giving you any time to wipe the broth off of for your face. a noodle hung limply from your mouth. for the second time today you were shocked still. The moments of eye contact were unbearable. His eyes flickered over you and you could see in his mind he was weighing you up.

Of all the days to be wearing sweats and slippers.

Thankfully he must’ve registered you as disgusting because he glanced away and back at the menu. With his eyes off you, you were free to slurp the noodle up and wipe the broth from your mouth, while trying to ignore the gentle stab in your gut.

Of course a superstar like Kenji Sato wouldn’t find you attractive. He wasn’t just a stupidly talented athlete, he was also good looking enough to be a model. in fact he did model. you’d seen the giant billboards with his face on, the flying blimps with him eating food or drinking something. not to mention in one fashion magazine there’d been this pic of him half naked with fake tattoos a-

No that was enough. stop it. today had been hard enough and you came here to relax. this person, because at the end of the day Kenji Sato was a person just like you, would not ruin that for you. You needed to sleep tonight. You needed to stay calm.

“Hey I saw you staring so i thought you might want this.” And there goes staying calm.

Kenji Sato was stood in front of your booth, looking like sin itself in his varsity jacket and sunglasses, holding out a signed baseball card to you.

For the third fucking time you froze. seriously it was becoming a problem. clearly you could only take action when it came to saving little old ladies. but anything else ?? nope not happening.

“Here then, i’ll just leave it on your table.” He half chuckled, sliding the card next to your bowl.

It wasn’t till he turned away that your brain finally started to work and your stupid mouth opened.

“O-oh uh thanks. that’s very nice of you but maybe you should save it for someone else ?” oh my god. what the hell were you saying.

Kenji paused and half turned to face you. one of his eyebrows was raised.

“It’s just,” you quickly tried to save yourself, “i’m not the biggest baseball fan and there’s probably a fan out there who’s really like it.”

nope yep you made it worse. why were you telling like the best player in japan, maybe the whole world, that you didn’t like his sport ?? Did you hit your head today and just forget ? It had to be the exhaustion talking, it had to be.

Amazingly, Kenji didn’t balk at your words. Rather the corners of his mouth twisted into an amused smile. He considered you for a moment and maybe he would’ve said something in response, if Mr. Ozami hadn’t come over with a take out box.

“Here.” He said plainly, handing the box to Kenji.

Kenji took it with a thank you, maybe a little perplexed at Mr. Ozami’s blunt way of speaking. he had been in the states almost his whole life. They probably did things differently over there.

“So um yeah…here you go ?” you held the card out to him, trying not to blush in embarrassment at your awkwardness.

everything that had come out of your mouth since he walked in felt stupid. it was like you were a completely different person. Why were you acting like this ?

Kenji glanced between you and the card. His amused smile never faded.

“You know what,” he grinned, “keep it. might just make a baseball fan out of you yet.”

He gave you one last look and it took everything in you to not turn bright red under his gaze, before turning and walking out of the shop.

It wasn’t till many minutes later that you glanced away from the doorway where he’d disappeared through. The card in your hands was shiny, a small laminated rectangle.

There he was, bat in hand, dark eyes shining, a self assured smile on his face. at the bottom was his signature scribbled in dark ink.

you flipped it over, expecting to find nothing but a blank white space. what you saw sent your heart into a cacophony of thumps. the blush you’d been holding back spilled over. every part of you felt red and hot and horribly unnerved.

scrawled across it in lazy handwriting were the digits:

+81 3 1234-5678

Kenji Sato’s phone number…..

[writingsofwesteros]

#their treasure-

The three siblings sat by the hearth long after the festivities had ended, Aegon and Aemond drinking wine as Helaena sat between them. "Lord Lannister told me there are dozens of proposals that have beens sent for my niece," Aemond commented. "Surely at least one must be appealing." Aegon grunted in irritation- not this again.

"Not one, dear brother," Aegon replied, drinking his wine. "But she's ten and eight, brother, surely she must wed at some point." Aemond said. "She is your last remaining child, she must conceive a son to stabilize the line of succession." Aemond glanced at Helaena, who didn't seem happy by this conversation. "She must stay here," Helaena said softly, and Aegon said, "Come now, brother. Do not upset Hel, she is of delicate constitution." Not wanting to upset Helaena he once again left the matter. But when he retired, walking down to his own chambers he heard nosies coming from Helaena's rooms. He concealed himself well as he peered in, to see Helaena, and Aegon in the bed, undressed, and another- his niece? "D-Daddy-" She hiccuped, her eyes rolling back. "Such a pretty cunny, all stretched out to take her Daddy," Aegon cooed. "Oh-Oh, gods-Mommy!" She moaned, the slick sounds of Helaena's hand moving between her legs, rubbing her clit. "Shhh, sweetling, that's it," She hummed.

Aemond could only stand in awe, unable to look away.

Aemond not escaping the kink he has of watching!!

[stormbreaker-290]

O HF UCK-

just one bite(Halloween Mal drabble)

you sigh as you glare at your calendar. Around this time of year, Mal drops by to visit and stays until the week before Thanksgiving.

A chill runs up your spine at your last encounters with him, blood rushing to your face at the memories of his teasing glare and pronounced fangs near your neck. You shiver at the ghost sensation of his sharp teeth near your neck as if he's actually there.

You walk away from the calendar that hands on the fridge, sighing as you can't really do much to stop this demon of a person. His image fit the thought.

Mal has been known to you as a demon since you first saw him thanks to his horns and wings and odd anatomy that was visible, such as his translucent orange torso and external ribs, though you're pretty sure those aren't his.

You flinch as you hear one of your windows slide open, the purple and orange menace balancing on the windowsill.

"hello there sweets," he purrs out, his bright orange eye narrowing as he grins, bearing those all too familiar fangs.

"hello, Mal," you say with a deadpan, though it's false as you just want to get this whole thing over with.

Mal hops down from his perch, closing the window behind him before striding over to you, his tail swaying.

"did you miss me, little crow? Because I definitely missed you, might even stay around a bit longer than last year," he speaks as if a close friend or even lover with the amount of seasonal pet names he's given you, to which you roll your eyes.

"not really, as you cause far too much chaos and you taunt me constantly just because you're incredibly tall," you huff back at him, crossing your arms with a mock scowl.

An odd silence falls which isn't normal for Mal, you turn to face him with a questioning look before a large hand grasps your hip from behind.

"how did-" you try to question but you're cut off by Mal, who says, "I'm a being of many tricks, a magician never tells his secrets you know~" he purrs directly into your ears, his breaths hot against your skin as you flush red. You were back in this situation from the previous year but, he was much closer than you remembered.

You jolt involuntarily as his fangs grace the name of your neck, your breath catching in your throat.

"you wouldn't mind if I had a small bite, would you? I was so close to getting it last time, won't you pity me?" Mal breaths into your ear, his clawed hand pressing against your chest, keeping you firmly against him.

"fine," you resisted the urge to growl out the word, "just be gentle, okay?" You ensure that he won't harm you too much, your shoulders dropping from their previous tensed position.

You feel the vibrations of mal's purrs against your back, something hot and wet sliding slowly across the side of your neck, your skin prickling with goosebumps.

It's his tongue- his forked, orange tongue, savoring every little jolt and huff you give because of the hot breath and saliva hitting against your pulse.

After Mal's teasing, you feel the tips of his teeth dip into your skin, you have to force your muscles to relax so it's not as painful.

His teeth sink into the junction of your shoulder and neck, far enough from your jugular to not be worried over.

Mal keeps his fangs lodged into you for a moment before retracting his head, his tongue lapping up any blood that wells up in the fresh mark on your shoulder.

"see? That wasn't so bad, was i" Mal purrs after 'cleaning' your wound, which you'll have to properly disinfect and bandage later.

"I'm just glad you didn't bite my actual neck with those vampiric fangs you've got there, that would have actually killed me," you scoff out, trying to hide the way heat stains your cheeks.

(pst @stormbreaker-290 , I did it)

[kamisatoqiqi]

Heated dispute, solved by the cause.

14+

You and Rin got into a heated argument that caused you to leave, and somehow end up in Sae’s house? CONTAINS: angst, slight force/aggression, swearing Pairing: Itoshi Rin x Reader FT. Itoshi Sae

WORD COUNT: 1708 CHARACTER COUNT: 7304

Rin has been rather busy with his Soccer career. This wasn’t exactly new to you as this has happened a lot in the past, it’s just that you can’t shake off the feeling of something being wrong or out of character. You see, Rin always manages to “give” you what you want despite his busy schedule. A hug? Sure. A quick peck on the cheek? Why not? A quickie? Of course. But suddenly, he hasn’t been able to even hold a proper conversation with you or just give small replies.

Y/N: “Hey Rinnie? What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

*No response*

Y/N: “Rinnie??”

Rin: “Huh? Oh, just whatever.”

Y/N: “Alright then, and how was your practice match thi—”

Rin: “I'm heading out.”

Y/N: “Out? To where? Isn’t it a little late?”

Rin: “It’ll be quick..”

Y/N: “Okay, be car—” Rin shuts the door behind him. You won’t lie to yourself it did sting a little and struck a small nerve. He isn’t usually like this. The only time you can remember he did something similar was when you went out with friends and came home at nearly dawn. Not to mention, some of them being males. Around 3-4 along with 2 females, excluding you. (He found out through your friend’s story) However you failed to mention this to Rin as you were running late to your agreed time. So of course, when you came home, reeking of alcohol, at ungodly hours. See your supposed stoic boyfriend, frowning, phone in hand. You’d be scared. Thankfully though only one word left his tired mouth; “Bed.” And that’s when the morning then came and you tried to apologise yet your dear boyfriend brushed you off. Of course it didn't last long. It had been months since this incident and hasn’t happened since. Though to your surprise. It happened. Lasting longer too. It used to be days. However it turned into weeks.

Y/N: “Rin? Dear?”  *wraps my arms around his neck from behind, whilst he sits on the couch*

Y/N: “Is something wrong?”

Rin: “No, nothing.” Y/N: “Then how come, you’ve been colder to me?” Rin: “It’s nothing.” Y/N: “Are you sure, baby? Maybe I did something wrong?”

Rin: “Y/N, I told you it’s nothing.” Y/N: “Are you really sure? I can hel—” Rin: “God will you ever shut the fuck up?!” *I let go of him and stand back, letting out a gasp* Y/N: “What?...”

Rin: “All you do is fucking talk and talk and talk! I'm SICK of your stupid voice!”

Y/N: “What do you mean?? You literally have to be lulled to sleep by it..!”

Rin: “Well not anymore! I’m tired of you continuously bothering me. Being a literal pest. I’m so fucking done.”

Y/N: “D-done..?” *Thousands if not millions of thoughts ran through my mind. Every single reply and outcome I could think of coming in. “You want to break up?” “But I just want to take care of you” “I’m giving you the love you deserve and you say I’m a bother?” “Are we gonna end like this?” “Fuck you.” “Is it really my fault?” “Fuck..I—

Y/N: “I'm leaving.”

*Rin suddenly stands up* Rin: “What?” Y/N: “I said I’m leaving. Y-you said I’m a bother, a fucking pest to you, then since I love you so fucking much, I’ll leave and give you the space you want.” *Rin froze. He stood there, staring me dead in the eye.*

Rin: “Fine then. Fucking leave.” *What the fuck..? Did I just say that? N-no.. I-I don’t mean it.. That’s not what I was meant to say..!”

*I started to clench my fist and scurry towards our shared room, shouting:* Y/N: “Fine!” *I packed my bag, tears falling out of my eyes. He….really said that to me? He meant it. He fucking did. Shit. Are we going to break up? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fu— phone notification— Instagram: itoshisae_  added to their story —

Doorbell rings

Sae: “Oh shit, Y/N. Come inside” *hands you a towel*

Sae: deep sigh “Let me guess? Rin?”

*I nod, drying my hair. And slowly tearing up* Y/N: “Yeah… He— We, got quite heated, during a small talk”

Sae: “Doesn’t seem to be that small for you to leave without an umbrella during a storm, huh?” 

You just smile and look down on the tile flooring. Watching the drops fall down from your hair, creating a small puddle. Then feeling your cheeks get rolled on by tears, the aching feeling in your chest worsening by the second.

Sae: “Come on, tell me what happened. I mean, why would you think of coming to my house out of all places?”

Y/N: “Well—...” *I end up explaining to Sae what happened, and the events of the past weeks. He just kept nodding and nodding and when I finished, He just said:*

Sae: “I might be a part of the problem”

Y/N: “No, I already know you are. N-no offense... You’ve been part of something else since the beginning of our relationship, and it never gets us to this point.”

Sae: “No no, I mean the “current” problem”

Y/N: “Huh?” Sae: “Well, since about a few weeks ago, I was invited to Blue Lock to train the supposed “future of Japan Soccer”. However, during the practice match, Rin’s team didn’t win against mine. And I don’t know exactly what triggered him but he suddenly came and held me by my shirt. I told him to quit soccer if he doesn’t plan on improving even one bit and brushed off his hand.”

Y/N: “What? Seriously..? I-I mean I know you both aren’t on great terms and all, but did you really have to say that??”

Sae: “Rin isn’t the type to “just” start. He needs a concrete reason for it. And the fact that I told him such, probably could be part of your current argument. Though in all honesty, I just want him to improve even more. A little push as his older brother.”

Y/N: “I guess…B-but did it have to be that harsh? You technically pointed out that certain things, such as that could potentially trigger him…”

Sae: “Like I said, a little push for him.”

Y/N: “Then that wouldn’t make any sense. Why did it get so bad? Over something that he mostly opens up to me about. Like I know he wants to have, and he does have, that “strong” persona and all but… Still I-...” sigh 

Sae: “I’m not too sure about this, though I think I need to ask you about it,”

Y/N: “What is it?”

Sae: “Before all this and the past years you’ve been together, whenever he opens up to you. Is it a lot? Does he start feeling vulnerable and sensitive?”

Y/N: “Yeah, he does.”

Sae: “When was the last time he opened up?”

Y/N: “A little while back, actually, just before he started being cold.”

Sae: “Ah, there it is. I think Rin might be going through a lot again. And since he talks to you a lot about these sensitive topics, he probably thinks you’re—”

Y/N: “Tired of him? N-no, no never…”

Sae: “There, at least you understand now.”

Y/N: “And I’m guessing his way of coping is, ignoring and lashing out on me… Huh.”

Sae: “Exactly… Now, you should probably get ready for bed. I have a spare room upstairs a door after mine, talk to Rin in th—”

The door bursts open. Rin stands there, drenched in rain. Clutching the door, his eyes looking red. But you can’t really tell if it’s from the rain entering his eyeballs or he has been crying.

Y/N: “R-Rin?”

Rin: “What the fuck are you doing here.” *my voice both raised and husky*

Y/N: “I came to see—” *He cuts me off.*

Rin: “Sae? chuckles SAE!? You know how much I fucking hate him and yet I find out you look for him whenever we have an argument?!”

Y/N: “This is the first time! And besides where the fuck do you expect me to go during a storm? Everyone lives farther off in the city or in the suburbs and I can’t really show up at a hotel looking like this now can I?! What!? You would rather have found me dead instead of alive and staying at your brother’s place?” *Rin pauses and takes heavy breaths. Before he took my arm and held it up.*

Rin: “You’re coming with me.”

Y/N: “No!” *I took his hand off my arm.*

Y/N: “Not until you calm down.” *Rin doesn’t respond and just stares at me. With eyes fuel of negativity. Anger, jealousy, and deep sorrow. However if anyone can look directly at his soul, it would be me. And despite his showing anger, glowed with relief. So much that I just hugged him, ignoring his brother.”

Sae: “Alright now, both of you get ready for bed. I’ll set up your room… For two. Calm down and settle your little fight in the morning.”

Y/N: “Yeah yeah, sure… Thanks, Sae.” *Sae just nodded and proceeded upstairs, leaving me and Rin alone.*

Y/N: “Look I’m sorry I left, okay? I’m really sorry, I should have understood and approached you better.”

Rin: “N-no, no no no don’t apologise. Please. I-I should be saying sorry. I l-let my emotions get the better of me and bursted out on you. You were just trying to help me. Like always.. D-don’t leave me….Ever again… Please.” *I smiled and managed to distinguish his tear falling onto my cheek from the water. He hugged me and held me close, showing no sign of letting go.* Y/N: “C’mon, let’s get ready for bed, okay?”

Rin: nods “Okay…”

Morning shine appeared on the bed you both slept on from the large window. Its beaming rays lit up the room, and shone on your beloved boyfriend. Causing you to chuckle, as you finally confirm the cause of his eyes’ redness.

[liminalpebble]

Stray: Part 9

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Stray: Part 9

“Brother! I knew you would show yourself once again and we would find you. You can't run forever, you conniving little snake!”, Thor bellowed across the tiny space as great gusts of wind billowed around him, sweeping into the apartment and leaving it in disarray.

Loki shot up from the couch, and held onto you protectively, his tall body guarding you. “Now hold on just a minute! You were the one who instigated this whole game, brother. In fairness, shouldn't we both face consequences? Or are you too golden and blessed in our parents' eyes to do any wrong?”

The wind subsided and Thor seemed to deflate slightly, then spoke more plainly, “Shut up, Loki!”

You giggled, you couldn't help it. The Norse god of thunder was standing in your living room, dominating the space one moment, then looking like a scolded overgrown toddler the next.

Loki glanced to you and smiled. Then beamed his grin to Thor “Oh dear brother...” he said in faux-shock, “you didn't tell them your role in all this, did you? How ignoble for a future king!”

Thor stepped closer and scoffed. “You dare to judge me? As if you have any morals of your own, you slimy little....” .

You interrupted, sliding between them and putting a hand on both of their breastplates, trying in vain to push them apart (a woefully useless attempt). However, the two princes were raised properly to respect a lady and, therefore, did take the cue to step back.

“If I might interject gentlemen...” you said calmly.

Thor flinched as if slapped, realizing his impoliteness, and took your hand to kiss it. “Oh dear lady! I apologized profusely for my entrance, and for putting your residence in disorder. I must have frightened you terribly.”

“Not really,” you said lightly, and Thor flinched, almost insulted by that. “But listen, I uh, I understand some of this. Loki's told me some things and...”

“Has this weasel been keeping you hostage, fair maiden, or deceiving you? I shall...”

You put your hands up. “No! No no no! Please...just listen. I'm sure there's some kind of solution here if you would only talk to each other and....”

Before you could finish your sentence, a brilliant multicolored beam rained down on all three of you from overhead in a kaleidoscopic blaze. Loki held you closer again and said, “Hang on, little mortal. Heimdall is calling us home.”

“What?!” you shouted over the blast of the portal fluttering around you. Before you knew it you tumbled through space and were hurled into a golden dome occupied by a single gilded guard with a sword. Unlike the two Asgardians, you immediately lost your balance and Loki had to catch you.

“I feel dizzy. I think I'm gonna puke,” you warned.

“It's alright, darling, give it a moment. It'll pass. It happens to everyone the first time.”

Thor rounded to his brother, pointing his hammer to his chest, and Loki's eyes went wide. “Why did you bring us back?”

“It wasn't me, you stupid oaf!” Loki hollered back, arms up in surrender.

Heimdall's deep commanding voice echoed around the dome. “It was the order of King Odin, your majesties.”

-----

Your heartbeat ramped up higher and higher as you made your way through the palace. By the time you'd finally made it to the vast throne room, flanked on all sides by guards, you felt as if your heart might beat right out of your chest.

“Lokiiii?” you hissed, in a concerned whisper.

“Yes, darling?” he replied, his long arm still cradling you.

“Should I be afraid?”

“Nooo. No. It'll all be just fine. I know this must be terribly alarming and baffling for you, but I assure you....”

“WHERE ARE THEY?” a voice thundered through the throne room. “Where the Hel are my arrogant, troublesome, unruly, infantile sons!”

A red-faced stately man, with a full white beard and gleaming armor rushed to stand before his throne and slammed the base of his golden staff upon the floor. It reverberated through the entire room and your every bone. You felt a primal kind of fear, and could barely breathe. Instinctively, you tried to hide your much shorter body behind the two towering brothers, but to no avail.

Odin's scathing blue eye, found you quickly and bored through you. The Allfather shouted, “Why is that HUMAN in my throne room, or in Asgard, for that matter? What are you ungrateful shits playing at now? Which one of you has done this?”

Just when you felt about to dart away or pass out in abject terror, a melodic feminine voice reached your ears, slicing like a subtle knife through the high tension. “I have, husband,” the regal woman said, pushing effortlessly past her husband, and gliding down the steps to where the three of you stood like confused students who had landed in the principal's office.

She waved a hand wordlessly, commanding her sons to step away from you. You felt a clutch of panic in your throat as Loki relinquished his grasp, leaving you exposed and small in a world of gods. The queen smiled sweetly to you, said your name slowly, deliberately, then said, “Welcome to Asgard, child. I am Frigga, the Allmother.”

Unsure of what to do or say, you curtsied to the best of your ability in jeans and said, “Your Majesty, I'm honored.”

She gave you a knowing smirk and a wink (so much like Loki's that it made you feel immediately more at ease and familiar). “I apologize profusely for the behavior of the men of this royal house.” She gave a warning glare to both her sons and her husband. “Shame on all of you!” To your surprise, all three of them readily deferred to Frigga's judgment of them, heads hung in embarrassment.

She held your hand with her bejeweled fingers. “I wanted to meet you, my dear, and it will be my pleasure to speak with you soon. For now, please allow my ladies in waiting to attend to you. For now I must attend to some family matters.”

“Yes...yes ma'am,” you said, with another little curtsy.

Loki rushed to your side and kissed your hand, saying quickly, “It'll all be just fine, darling. I promise. Just relax.”

Unsure what else to do, and completely disoriented by this entire chain of events, all you could do was nod as the ladies whisked you away.

----

As soon as the human girl was out of earshot, Odin continued, “You idiot children and your stupid...”

“Oh shut up, Odin, you old windbag,” Frigga said with annoyance, and he immediately obeyed. She turned to the princes, arms crossed. “My sons, I know you've both been up to some mischief among the Midgardians, is that correct?”

Thor stuttered out, “Loki was...”

“I said 'you both', Thor. I'm not a fool.”

Thor hung his head like a scolded Labrador.

“Yes, Mother,” Loki said, “I'm afraid we have. It was all meant in good fun. Just a silly bet between us and it seems to have gotten rather out of hand. I apologize and take responsibility.”

All three of them stared at Loki, wide-eyed with overwhelming shock. They expected many things from Loki, but never a direct and sincere apology.”

Thor said, “Norns, you mean it, don't you? What happened to you on Earth?”

Loki rolled his eyes at his brother, but blushed nonetheless.

Frigga nodded knowingly, “And have either of you harmed or killed any mortals in the course of this...prank?”

“No, mother,” they answered in unison, as if they were 8 years old again.

“Alright. And Loki, have you made amends for any chaos you might have caused on Midgard? Have you done at least some good works as penance?”

“I...I think so, Mother. I hope I've done enough. But you might ask the human her opinion on that matter.”

Frigga smiled and nodded with a twinkle in her eye. Like her son, she was impossible to fool; a powerful sorceress, raised by witches. “And so I shall.”

She stepped closer to Odin, whose face had now calmed down to something approaching flesh tone rather than an apple. Offering her hand gently to him, she said, “Husband, I think that is enough of this matter, isn't it. Might we simply call the whole affair settled? Are there not more important matters to attend to than this squabble?”

Odin sighed. “Indeed, my sagacious wife, your wisdom always seems to win the day. And in any case, I can deny you nothing. So be it.” He kissed her hand then began to leave before turning back to his boys with softened eyes. “My sons, I am glad to see you again. I...I was concerned for you both. Please, desist with this foolishness, for the sake of an old man who no longer finds it entertaining.”

They both smirked and said, “Yes, Father.”

----

“Well,” Thor said, looking to Frigga and Loki, “that could have gone worse,” and shrugged.

Loki sighed out, “Thor you are an insufferable imbecile,” but pronounced it with a fond smile.

He winked and smiled in return. “You're just jealous. Farewell, brother,” he declared sauntering away.

Once it was only Loki and his mother, he hugged her and said softly, “I've missed you. Thank you for placating him...again.”

She pinched his sharp cheek playfully. “You're lucky I love you so much, my sly little raven. Come with me, we're not finished talking yet. I want you to tell me about this girl.”

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[firedrakegirl]

Loki lounged indolently next to his father as they watched the singing contest. Everyone was signing the same song by design, so that no one could discover Loki's favorite and use that to influence him. Odin had gotten tired of his youngest's monstrous children, and had announced the singing contest to find him a bride.

Loki looked at Odin. "I do not see the point in this. I am not going to find a suitable spouse by watching pretty people sing."

Every single prince, princess, duke, and duchess had beautiful singing voices. But they all grated on Loki's nerves for being too polished and perfect. Each blended into the next and previous, an endless succession of marionettes. He was the God of Mischief, by the Norns. And not one of them seemed to understand that. Hel, most of them didn't even dance at all, let alone let any part of themselves be seen in how they sang. They were too busy grasping for power to have real personalities.

Later that night, or perhaps early the next morning, Loki couldn’t sleep and so was wondering the palace. Then he heard the same song as he’d been hearing all day long. He quietly padded in the direction of the singing. It was quite the change from the polished, perfect voices he’d been forced to endure all day. The singer was clearly completely tone deaf, but was also putting their all into the song. He rounded the corner and had to cover his mouth to stifle the laugh. One of the servants was cleaning and dancing as she went, singing cheerfully. This part of the palace was typically abandoned at this time of night, so she clearly had no qualms about singing.

“'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate  Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)  Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break  And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake  Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake  I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)” She danced around as she worked. Loki’s grin widened. He had a plan, and had spoken with this particular servant often enough to know she would roll with it.

“My dear, you are so tone deaf it makes my teeth ache.” He grinned as he announced his presence. “Please sing any other song. I’m so sick of that one.”

She spun around with a gasp, before relaxing abruptly at the sight of the dark prince. “Oh, good morning Loki. Can’t sleep again?”

“I cannot, but I’m glad for once. I think you have the solution to a problem that has been plaguing me.” She had always treated him like a person instead of someone to be put on a pedestal and then knocked off at the slightest provocation. Plus she enjoyed his mischief. He had long since given permission for her to use his given name when they were alone. Yes, this would work.

“You know it would be my honor and pleasure to help you with anything. Are we pranking the council again?”

“No, but I need you to go along with me without question, and I shall explain later.”

She looked at him for a very long moment. “If I may finish this section, I shall be done for the night and I’d be glad to help.”

Loki grinned at her. “Continue then. But please sing a different song.” She laughed and shrugged. “It’s been stuck in my head all day. Not my fault it was sung so much. Where is it from?”

“Midgard. Father thought the challenge would amuse me as I picked a spouse.”

She raised a brow as she cleaned. “And they still found a way to make it boring. I watched a few of the contestants before I went to bed this morning.” “Sadly, they did not improve.”

“You poor god of mischief.” She laughed, clearly teasing.

The two continued talking until she finished her work and put away her supplies. When she finished, she walked over to Loki and looked up expectantly. “Very well. It’s time for your next bit of mischief. How can I help?”

Loki took her hand, then wrapped an arm around her. “I need you to play along with me, and I shall explain later.” He guided her down the halls and through secret corridors that not even the servants knew. Eventually, they came to a gold gilded door, and Loki pounded on it.

“That’s the Allfather’s room!” His lovely servant hissed, eyes wide with fear. “Yes.” Loki didn’t have time to elucidate before the door swung open to reveal Odin in a dressing gown. “My son. It is hours before dawn.” The king stared at Loki then his eye drifted dismissively over the servant then back to his son. “What do you need?”

“Father, you can cancel the rest of the contest. I have found the one.” Loki pushed her forward gently as if to show her off. “She is a servant of the palace.”

“Your rules did not include that my spouse be of noble blood.” Loki retorted. “Just that they sing the song. We shall be married in two days time, as per your own rules.” Before Odin could get upset, Frigga stepped forward. “May we hear the voice of your bride to be?”

Loki nudged her gently, smiling encouragingly. She took a deep breath then started to sing. Odin winced at her singing abilities, but then Loki took her hand and pulled her into a dance as she sang. It did not help the quality of her voice, but it did make it clear why Loki had picked her. She tripped over her own feet, stepped on Loki’s feet, and yet they were both smiling widely as they danced together. Frigga put a hand on Odin’s arm before he could argue, and nodded her approval. “Very well, Loki. You will be wed in two days to our lovely… I’m sorry dear. I don’t think I know your name?”

“I usually work late at night, your majesty. I don’t believe we’ve crossed paths in a very long time. My name is Eldra.” She curtsied deeply. She was concerned that Loki was just using her to get out of some sticky situation, but he promised to explain later. Odin sighed, expression screaming that he had a migraine forming. “Eldra, I declare you the official winner of the contest, and of Loki’s hand.”

[verona2314]

Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART VII

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Summary:

In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell. For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments. As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.

Chapter 7: Like a Family ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alastor

"After walking a couple of minutes down the street, Alastor released the judge's arm. Yes, it was amusing to see her annoyed and hear her constant protests, but he didn't want to attract attention. Now, he continued walking at his usual pace while Victoria struggled to keep up, trailing a few meters behind. Could he walk slower? Yes. Was it the right and polite thing to do? Definitely. Would he? No, because he greatly enjoyed the sharp glare Victoria was directing at him. It was evident that she knew Alastor was doing it on purpose.

"Dear judge, you better move those legs if you don't want to fall behind. Should I perhaps hold your arm again?" he said mockingly.

"I appreciate the gesture," Victoria responded sarcastically with a polite tone, "but I believe the problem isn't a lack of vigor on my part; I would say it's an excess of yours. But you already know that. Enjoy it while you can, as I doubt I'll have any desire to go for another walk with you in the future."

For some reason, that statement made him feel a bit uncomfortable. He hadn't even considered the possibility of having more walks in the company of the judge, but the notion excited him. He liked the idea of having more conversations with Victoria and inviting her to explore new places was a good excuse to generate such interactions. And now that pretext had been discarded by his innocent joke. Now that he thought about it more carefully, why was he even thinking about justifications? Yes, he wanted to know more about her to find ways to manipulate her and thus obtain a quite powerful card. Winning the favor of the judge meant, perhaps, accessing a stack of files with valuable information, and more importantly, being able to modify or even annul contracts... his contract. It was also true that his interactions with her were absolutely entertaining and kept his mind very active. But that wasn't reason enough to feel so intrigued by her. Or was it? Perhaps she simply piqued his curiosity because of her origins from the Limbo.

"Oh my god! Is that Robert Johnson? What is he doing here? And is that Sinatra? I can't believe it!" exclaimed Victoria excitedly. It was the first time Alastor had seen her so enthusiastic about something. He could understand her excitement about Johnson, but the name Sinatra, while sounding familiar, he couldn't fully recall."

"I see you're familiar with the King of the Delta Blues. While my tastes lean more towards jazz, I can't deny that Johnson was a great musician," replied Alastor as he gently nudged Victoria to keep walking.

"Of course I recognize them! Jazz, you say? I hope you're familiar with Yardbird. And I imagine you also know about Sinatra," said Victoria, still excited as she kept her eyes on the two musicians.

"Yes, of course I know who Charlie Parker is. I've had the pleasure of hearing him here in Hell. As for the other one, I'm not sure."

"Are you kidding, Alastor? But you're the radio demon!" exclaimed the judge, surprised. Alastor tilted his head, not understanding the connection. Victoria sighed and continued speaking, "Frank Sinatra became famous through the radio. He was one of the first musicians to take advantage of the microphone because he didn't know how to project his voice very well. He had a great knowledge of radio. He became very famous with his rendition of 'I Will Never Smile Again.' Have you really never heard of him? It was a big radio hit. He even had a radio show for 14 years."

Alastor's expression darkened slightly. He remembered the man now. Frank Sinatra. A singer who rose to stardom after Alastor's time, but whom he had the misfortune of meeting in Hell. The man had dared to give him "advice" about Alastor's broadcasts. What audacity! As if that smooth voice knew more than he did. And that stupid song. He couldn't stand it. Why would anyone wait to smile until they meet someone? That would be a complete waste. Alastor realized the judge was looking at him with curiosity. He tried to force a broader smile to hide his growing irritation. "No, it really doesn't ring a bell, my dear judge. But it seems you're quite illustrious."

"Really? Then let's go talk to him. Maybe he can sing us something," the judge replied, stopping in her tracks. Alastor immediately took her shoulder to urge them to continue walking.

"My dear judge, I'd prefer we didn't. Let's avoid bothering these sinners. Besides, don't forget we have another priority," Alastor insisted to Victoria. While they kept walking, her eyes were fixed on the singer. Strangely, the fact that all of the judge's attention was on that individual caused his irritation to increase even more. What was so interesting about the guy? Sure, he sang wonderfully and his voice was charming, but so was his, and of course, Alastor ego would make him think that his was even better. And he could bet he was much more witty than "Francis." That guy could never measure up and engage the judge in those intellectually demanding conversations. Maybe in life, he had been a radio phenomenon, but Alastor was the radio demon, and he had managed to keep it at its peak even against new technologies.

"Alright. You're right. I'm sorry. I got carried away, I apologize," sighed the judge, returning to her usual calm. Finally, her eyes stopped paying attention to the singer and turned forward. "I wonder which other greats will be here. Beethoven? Rachmaninoff? Wagner? Debussy? I doubt Haydn or Vivaldi. Although it seems ending up in hell is much easier than one would think."

"I see you like passionate musicians. Tell me, dear judge. Do you know about them from having seen their lives from your comfortable seat in limbo?" inquired Alastor, fascinated by the knowledge the judge seemed to have in music. It was unexpected, but it was a conversation topic he enjoyed greatly.

"Of course, I adore the most passionate composers! Music serves as a vessel for expressing internal emotions, allowing others to understand them or even oneself. The tumultuous whirlwinds of emotions convey immense energy, vitality, and life. Moreover, softer or timid melodies can stir the heart and evoke feelings of nostalgia, sweetness, and countless other emotions. Often, we find ourselves constrained by social and internal norms, but the uninhibited expression found in music, its raw honesty, never fails to captivate and enchant me. I simply cannot fathom an existence devoid of music," responded the judge, her eyes shimmering with vitality.”

"I can understand what you mean, my dear judge. Indeed, it would be a waste to have ears if we couldn't appreciate music. Undoubtedly, it can be great company and quite inspiring." He could even add that his best crimes were committed under the fervor of music, but he preferred to omit that detail.

"Surprisingly, I agree with you," added the judge, looking him in the eyes.

At that moment, Alastor was overcome by a sense of understanding and comfort. He felt completely satisfied with the conversation and wondered if he was beginning to forge some kind of friendship with the judge. Yet again, this feeling was replaced by a noticeable discomfort and bewilderment.

As they approached their destination, Alastor began to feel the need for a moment to breathe, a few seconds for himself. At that moment, something caught his attention. A new butcher's shop. It was strange to find the establishment in that area, as they had not yet entered the cannibal district. However, it was almost noon and it wasn't a bad idea to settle their lunch. Besides, it was impossible to resist the temptation to try the new business.

"My dear judge," he called out. Victoria looked at him and nodded to indicate she was paying attention. "Would you do me the favor of waiting here while I make a brief visit to the business across the street?"

"Don't you prefer me to accompany you?" she asked, with little interest.

"Not at all! Don't bother. However, be a good judge and don't leave this spot," he emphasized, briefly tapping the tip of her nose with his index finger. Victoria shook her head in reaction to the sudden gesture, as if shooing away a fly. Once again, that strange discomfort overcame him, and his urgency to be alone increased. Without waiting for Victoria's response, he hurriedly crossed the street and entered the butcher shop. Once inside, he took a deep breath. The scent of fresh meat filled his senses, arousing his appetite and calming his spirits. He was starting to feel like himself again as the predatory instinct slowly awakened within him.

"Yes?" the butcher asked.

"Greetings, sir!" he exclaimed, paying little attention to the man. He approached the glass display case to inspect the available products. To his delight, there was a wide variety of cuts, all seemingly fresh. For a brief moment, he felt tempted to turn his head and look through the shop window to make sure the judge was still there, but he immediately shook off that impulse from his mind. There was no substantial reason to worry so much about her. Yes, she was a minor judge from limbo who could be a useful tool, but nothing more. There would be no real loss to him if something happened to her. Perhaps they would send another judge to finish her task. It was tedious to start over with another judge, but perhaps it could be less stubborn and charming. His teeth clenched. Why didn't he like that idea?

"Damn it," he lightly tapped the glass case with his fingers. The butcher watched him with fear.

"I-Is there anything to your liking?" the man asked, his eyes betraying a hint of fear. Alastor could sense the butcher's unease. "Not quite, my good friend!" he replied, his voice returning to its usual tone. "I seem to have lost my appetite," he chuckled awkwardly. Despite his efforts to make a choice, the task of selecting from the array of cuts had become absurdly complex. This was the finest butcher's shop he had visited in quite some time, yet he found himself unable to settle on a selection. How absurd! After several minutes of contemplation and frustration, he finally settled on purchasing a variety of cuts to put an end to his torment. It was more than he truly needed, but he reasoned he could always share some with Rosie.

Feeling slightly relieved, he gave his purchase one final inspection, bid the nervous butcher a polite farewell, and stepped back onto the street in search of the dear judge. It took only moments to realize she was no longer where he had left her. Scanning the area, he hoped to catch a glimpse of her admiring a shop window or captivated by a street musician, but she was nowhere in sight. A pang of anxiety twisted in Alastor's stomach. He began to search through nearby shops and alleys, but Victoria was nowhere to be found.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed, frustration boiling over for the second time that day.

Angeldust

That morning he had woken up feeling very lazy. The night before, he had had a few drinks with Husk and Victoria. Unexpectedly, the woman had turned out to be charming and very kind, but she had a mischievous spark that made her even more fun. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed so much. The only person who had managed to make him feel even better was Husk. His cheeks reddened at the memory of that moment shared with the former overlord. He was the only person with whom he had let his guard down, showing himself as he really was. Last night, he felt a little closer to him thanks to the instance created by the judge's relaxed presence. But everything comes with a price, and the feeling of a hangover made sure to remind him of that.

After tossing and turning in bed for a while, he decided to get up to find something to eat. He had the day off and wanted to spend it in the quiet of the hotel. So, after getting some snacks, he headed to the couch to lie down with a blanket and watch TV. Maybe he would find the replay of last night's episode of the tv drama about the guy who fucked up with someone's sister. However, upon arriving in the hall, he would come across Vaggie and Charlie sharing a tender moment before the former exterminator saw him and demanded his help with cleaning up the remnants of the chandelier. He didn't have much energy, but he was still willing to refuse and enter into a conflict with her until he saw Charlie's pleading look. He had definitely softened.

After getting to work, Vaggie went to fetch Husk and Niffty to join in the task as well. At least he could spend more time with Husk. That made him happy.

"By the way," he spoke to Charlie as he swept the floor, "I understand not wanting to involve the judge in this task, but shouldn't Alastor help too?"

"Well..." the blonde responded, "yes, but... he seemed a bit busy this morning. He left the hotel with the judge to show her around the city."

"Huh? I don't think it's a good idea for Deer Ears to be out there freely with the judge. He might try to convince her to make some deal without us around to prevent it. It's his thing, isn't it?" Angel commented, a little irritated. It bothered him a lot that Alastor wasn't helping.

"Come on, Angel. It's not good to always assume the worst of people."

"Are you kidding, Charlie? Of course you wouldn't suspect anything shady. But let me tell you, last night he stood outside the bar's door for several minutes, watching the judge very closely. I was the only one who noticed, but I didn't want to do anything because it could ruin the good mood. It's completely suspicious that Alastor shows so much interest in someone," he added this time, feeling genuinely concerned about the situation. After all, the deer demon had managed to make a deal with Charlie. He didn't know the details of it, but it wasn't difficult to deduce from what had happened that day and Vaggie's attitude.

"Aw, maybe he just likes the judge," the princess of hell replied, clearly trying to convince herself. "Don't worry, Angel. If Alastor really intends to use the judge, he won't let anything happen to her. I'm sure he'll take care of her diligently."

Angel was about to voice his disagreement, but the arrival of Niffty, Husk, and Vaggie cut the moment short. It wasn't worth getting into an argument. Charlie admitting that it wasn't an ideal situation wouldn't make Alastor return to the hotel with the judge. He shrugged and decided not to interfere any further.

After half an hour, they had finished the task. Despite its tediousness, Angel felt a certain sense of satisfaction. The best part was that he still had time to watch the episode replay. He quickly grabbed his snacks and blanket and rushed to the couch. He was finally going to have the morning he had been longing for.

"Can we join you?" Charlie asked from behind, smiling kindly. He didn't really feel like interacting with others anymore, but he was in a common area. Plus, he could sense a hint of distress in Charlie's eyes. Damn it, he really had softened. With a sigh, he shrugged indifferently and lazily nodded his head.

"Sure. But I want to watch the replay of my melodrama," he said, turning the TV on.

"Uh, what's it about?" the blonde asked eagerly as she sat down next to him.

"It's about a guy who hooked up with someone's sister," he explained briefly.

"I've heard of it. They say it's actually pretty good," Vaggie chimed in, settling in as well.

"Good? It's incredible. You have no idea about all the twists and turns it has, but the best part is, it's full of mysteries that keep you intrigued. Just when you think a secret is about to be revealed, another puzzle comes up. I don't know how the writers manage not to go crazy and tie up all the loose ends afterward."

"Uhh, you've convinced me, Angel," Charlie said excitedly.

"The leggies is right," Husk's voice was heard as he entered the room. "I've seen it too. At first, I thought it would be another crap soap with its stupid dramas and mediocre romances. But after the first two episodes, I realized that wasn't the case. Yeah, some of the acting is pretty bad, but at the end of the day, it's a minor detail," the former overlord finished with a half-smile as he looked at Angel.

A pleasant warmth filled his chest. Maybe it wasn't so bad to have a bit of company right now. Normally, no one shared his taste in TV shows, but this time it was different, and that made him feel happy. Maybe he could suggest to Charlie that they all watch the premiere of a new episode together and then discuss their opinions on it. He had many theories to share. The idea excited him. He snuggled further into the blanket, wanting to capture this warm feeling and hold onto it for as long as possible. Was this what people with a relatively normal family felt like? How fortunate.

They were halfway through the episode replay. Everyone in complete silence, attentive to every dialogue, every detail, every clue. The scene was tense, dramatic, and very exciting. Charlie covered her eyes, and Vaggie was on the edge of her seat, while Husk set his liquor bottle aside. One of the characters was saying their final words when the transmission was interrupted. It was a little past noon, so they weren't in news time. At least not on that channel, however, the screen was being taken over by the unpleasant blonde news presenter with a twisted neck. As always, Katie Killjoy living up to her name.

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you these shocking images captured by several citizens near the cannibal town. In what appeared to be a street altercation, an unidentified woman decided to intervene using a power that until this moment was believed to be mere legend."Said the presenter.

The television showed a video captured by a cell phone from a considerable distance, yet it was still possible to recognize the judge as the protagonist of the footage. Victoria stood tall in a long black robe. Her left hand held a staff with a gavel-like head. The judge's eyes shone intensely in their own amber hue as her hair fluttered in the wind, free from its usual styling. Despite the ambient noise, it was possible to hear her utter words that sent shivers down Angel's spine. "In the exercise of my judicial authority, I invoke the Mandatum iudicisos, by which I command you to release this sinner." Barely had the judge uttered those words when an ochre light flooded the area, causing the recording to abruptly cut off. "According to reliable sources, what we have just witnessed is an ability known as 'the judge's mandate,' a faculty that, according to various legends, belongs exclusively to the 'judges of limbo,' entities whose existence was merely speculative. Have we just witnessed evidence confirming the reality of these stories? What do the highest authorities have to say about this? Were they ignorant fools of this fact or were they concealing her presence? We hope to receive their statements soon. I'm Katie Killjoy, and this is News 666. Shut up, Tom," the news anchor concluded.

The screen once again displayed the replay of the soap opera. The episode had ended, and now the credits were rolling. The room was filled with silence. Even Vaggie was speechless.

"Fucking shit," Angel was finally able to say, "we're fucked."

Link part VIII

[kelppsstuff]

Benevolence 

Chapter one: Vivian

Warnings: cussing

Word count: 1851

Masterlist

I thought it was the happy hotel, not Hazbin. I thought to myself while staring up at the sign above the giant building. Well, it’ll be good to see Charlie again. I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear everyone in the lobby freaking out trying to get themselves situated– quite funny might I add. The person to open the door was a women, with an x over her eye. Interesting. “Hel–” I didn’t get to finish before she closed the door in my face, rude. I heard her started to freak out with the rest of who I presume are the staff. “Alastor! One of the commandments is at the door!” The voice who i believed belonged to Alastor had a radio effect on it.

“Oh what a sense of de-ja vu.” The door opened again to revel red. So much red. Red suit, red eyes, red cane, and antlers. The radio demon was a deer, who knew. “Welcome my dear! How can we help you?” There’s the manners a hotel should have.

“I’m looking fo dear Charlie, her father set up an appointment for her with the head of the exterminators.” The cat dropped a bottle and the spider fell over, well nothing. “She’s just getting ready for the day!” Good. I walked through the door, which should honest get a better bellhop. I waited as the first women I saw went to get Charlie. It was so obvious she was an angel I wondered if Charlie knew – of course I wouldn’t snitch.

The princess of Hell came running, full on sprinting down the stairs so fast I don’t even know if she touch one of them. “Did dad really set up a meeting?” She had stars in her eyes, It was nice to see how much she actually admire her dad. “Wants to help your Hotel, in any way he can. The only condition is I go with you.”

“Why?”

“Let’s say the leader isn’t a fan of your family.”

—

She started singing. She actually started singing. Sometimes I forget how much people in the after life sing. Even Heaven sings a lot. By the time we got to the sign in she looked at me – now done singing – and looked confused. I smiled at her and ranged the bell, a page appearing before us. I signed us in and the doors opened. Here we go. Charlie looked around calling out for someone. “Hellooooo? Anyone here.” It was pitch black but I could still see the silloutee of Adam. Yep Adam, the first man. “Sup.” The lights flicked on and charlie stepped back into me. I steadyed her before taking a seat.

“Oh hi, I’m Charlie my dad set up this meeting for me.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you.” She started to walked to him as he stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you too.” But she didn’t shake his hand as her hand went through him. He was a hologram. “HAHAHA! I got you! You see that shit Lute?” He turned to the other angel who just nodded at him. “What about you babe? You seen that?” Did he seriously just call me babe? Imma kill myself. “Wasn’t paying attention.” He nodded up and down and looked to Charlie. “It was good shit!”

“Well anyways I’ve been working on the project–” I took this as my que to teleport her notes in front of her with the snap of my finger. “And I really wanna get into it.” But she was sushed before she could even start, as Adam put his hand up. “Slow down, we’ve got time. Want some food, I got just the thing.” He held up a plate of ribs. God Charlie don’t fall for it again. “Oh thank you.” Her hand went through the plate, and I meedietly slapped my head. What a dumbass respectfully. “I got you again bitch! You see it that time babe!”

“Not my name and no I didn’t.” I wasn’t going to indulge him. I never indulge anyone. His mask frowned and his eyes brows pulled together.

—

“So I was playing this gig–” Of course he’s a rock star. “And this virtue chick was digging on the drummer.” He then turned to me to see if I was paying attention to his story. “And I’m like do you know who I am, I’m fucking Adam. I’m the original dick, every dick decens from me, and you think you want drummer dick?” He was speaking as if anyone who didn’t immediately want him was fucking stupid. “So then we fucked and it was great.” What a lovely tale. “What you two do this weekend?”

“Wait your Adam, like first man.That explains so much.” The said man just smiled and stuck his hand up saying. “I know I fucking rock.”

“Well, Adam, Sir, Sir Adam.” She was fumbling and his next words did not help. “Call me dickmaster.” I glared at his masked face. “Adam.” I said my voice final.

“Say my name all you want babe.” Imma throw hands with him I swear to god.

“Anyways, Adam, you seem like a smart stand up guy.”

“Uh huh.” Picking at his teeth. Are you serious?

“I know your the leader of the angels, your a revelational genius.”

“I mean your words sweetheart.”

“Who would want to put his name on something.”

“I fucking love putting my name on shit!”

Charlie walked over to him and put her hands out in a grand gesture way. “It’s a solution to our biggest problem.” He looked to Charlie and smacked his lips. “Oh herpes yeah thats a bitch.” Welllll, I suppose he’s not entirely wrong. “No! Our second biggest problem.”

“Oh ugly people?” My eye twitched. He looked to me with a fucking smirk that I woud wipe off in an instant if he were someone else. I suppose he finally did get a reaction out of me. “Math? Global warming? No thats Earth’s issue. Uhhhhhhh.”

—

“You mean when you take her out for the fifth time and she still expects you to pay! But wasn’t she like ‘hey I want equality’!” I raised my eye brow to him and looked him up and down. “Hard to believe you could get to a fifth date.” Now it was his eye that twitched. Before he could make a comeback Charlie groaned.

“No our shared problem of over population in hell!”

“OHHHHHH! That’s not a problem. Lute how many demon you kill this year?” The angel at his eye finally spoke up. “Got a good 275 sir.”

“275! Woah, awesome job!” The angel fist bumed her boss and glared at me. Fucking bitch. “No! Not awesome, those are my people, my friends.”

Adam nodded his head put his hands together. “Must suck for you!” Charlie heart looked broken listening to them, and this is exactly why Lucifer sent me with her. “Watch it. That’s royalty our speaking too. And sinners and saints souls are no different, death comes for both, and they both live a life.” Lute glared at me trying to burn a hole through my skull while Adam titled his head.

“Sinners may have made mistakes, but so has everybody.” Lute turned her glare to Charlie. “Angels don’t make mistakes.” I wasn’t going to let her continue her bullying, I’m over this shit. “Tell that to your bloody uniform, how bout you wash it. Would hateee for your secret to get out.”

“Listen to Lute babe, I’ve never made a mistake in my fucking life.”

“The only reason your here is beacsue daddy gave you and your hell born kind a pardon. How does it feel to know how little you matter.” This bitch. I stood up and yanked her away from Charlie. My hand didn’t go through her hologram. My hand was burning like fucking hell, but I had enough power to reach her as long as they were being projected here.

Her eyes widened as I pushed her to the ground. “Watch you fucking mouth, or next extermination I’m coming for you.” Before I could take another step Adam cleared his throat. “I guess we should hurry this up.” Charlie pirked up at that while she started to sing her little presentation to Adam – all the while I was keeping my glare on Lute.

“Let me stop you right there save us all precious time. (oh okay) if what your suggesting is letting them climb up the latter. Oh they rather cross the pearly gates.” Okay, I’ll admit it, his voice is fucking awesome. “Sorry sweetie but theres no defying their fates cause hell is forever weather you like it or not. Had their chance to behave better now the boil in a pot, cause the rules are black and white. Theres no use in tryin to fight it, there burininn for there life until we kill the again.” I started to speak up but he put his finger up to my mouth, stopping me. “Just try and relax babe, your wasting your breath. Did I hear you imply that they don’t deserve death?” I started to back up pushing Charile with me. “Are they winners? Are they sinners? Cause it’s cut dry. (well actually if you take a look at this–) Fair is fair, an eye for an eye. When all said and done. (Said and done) Theres the question of fun. And for those of us with divine ortainment, extermination is entertainment! Gutair solo fuck yeah!” He started to fly around with Lute while other angels appeared around us. “Cause hell is forever weather you like it or not, had their chance to do better now they boil in a pot. The rules are black and white, there no use tryin to fight it. (Where did all of you people come from?) There burning for their life until we kill them again. FUCKING HELL!” He brought out a guiatr and now I know the part he played in his band. “Is forever and it meant to suck a lot. You have to give up your endeavor cause you don't have a shot! He flew up beside me and leaned against my body he was slightly gitching, but I could feel him – just barely – but I still did. He was cold. “Now that I have your attention I guess I should mention that we made a determination! To move up the next extermination! (What?)” I pushed him off me and and turned to him, pure shock on my face. This mother fucker. My eyes started to glow purple and I could feel my power running through my veins begging to be released. “Can’t wait a whole year to slaughter those little cunts, I know it’s been a week but we’ll be back in six months.” And the he pushed us both out the door. Charlie was quick to try and get back into the room but it closed quickly. “Shit!” Imma fucking tear their souls apart and have them feast on it before ripping there throats out.

[amphiptere-art]

Xolo: Daddy. Daddy! DADDY!

Hum: Wha- hum- who- ya xolotl? Darling what are you doing up so late-

Oh Dear God!

Zip: Wha-

Xolo: I found Axo's daddy!

Hum: Haahhhh!

Zip: What the fu- *gets smacked*

Hum: Sh- th-That's wonderful darling. Where did you find it?

Xolo: Uner ta bed.

Hum: ......

Zip: How in the hel- Shh! -How did that fit under your bed?

Xolo: It wa ackfire. Then it whoosh out!

Hum: Ohh..

Zip: I'm telling you, this kid is cursed.

Hum: I WILL STRANGLE YOU!

[phighting-bean-husbandry]

Hey it's the injured scythe owner and I uh really need help please. I'm hiding and I can hear her walking around I'm so scared. So you know how I mentioned in my previous ask that I was giving her to a friend because I'm not that experienced in taking care of a bean? So far the bonding seemed to go smoothly, in fact scythe seemed more attached to my friend than me so I decided it was time to move her to the new home. I accompanied her to my friends house and brought all her stuff like her toys and bed, when we arrived scythe seemed to like her new home, there was lots of space for her to run around and more toys for her, while spending more time with her at my friends house she seemed to get less and less interested in me and more towards my friend and her new toys so I thought it was time to leave. While I got into the car I heard something outside is I went to check it out and I must've left my door open because when I went back in there she was! I thought she just wanted to say goodbye so my friend brought her back into the house. An hour after I left my friend texted me saying scythe was starting to bite her and frantically running around the house but I thought nothing of it until I woke up in the middle of the night to scythe staring at me sleeping! I don't know how she managed she managed to come all the way to my home since I live miles upon miles away from my friend and I know it's my scythe bean because she has the same exact scars as her.

Ever since she arrived home she became something like passive aggressive towards me, each time I get close to her she starts to hiss and bites me whenever I try to hold her but when I leave her alone she gets angry and starts to demand my attention by pawing at me or threatening to break fragile stuff around my house even though when I go to pet her she immediately goes back to attacking me. I can't leave the house either because as soon as I step near that door she'll run over and attack me until I'm far away, she loves stalking me around and I can't even rest without sensing her presence near me. I'm hiding in my closet but I can hear her looking around for me, foods running out but I'm too scared to try and leave oh my god I can hear her scratching at the door I think she found me please help me figure out how to calm her down I'm not sure if I'll make it out of this encouOHMY GOD SHE OPENED THE DOOR SOMEHOW SHE'S COMING AFTER ME SEND HEL

.....Oh dear. I can't tell whether the Scythe is attached or perceives you as prey, frankly, definitely call for help that can get to you quickly.

[borathae]

Chapter 9

THE WARNINGS oh my god ooh ma gad im excited for this but im scared after last chapter

OH MY GOD HE IS WEARING THE SLUTTY GLASSES 😋🤤😩🥵 the smut is understandable

Uhm…not really, but do you have to? mood💀

ooh vampire books, she is trying to connect stuff i see u gurl

omg the tension is still there even after a week damn

If he messes up the little markings you put in there, you will personally end him. PERIODT

oops joon was here to study welp or is he?? 👀everything is sus here, its soo sad ........... i love it (jimin is such a slytherin for saying that xd)

Oh dear, really?” Namjoon gasps. hunty i can hear the fakeness through a screen and thats saying something

Don’t read this, it doesn’t make sense” oh so this is the one that might be true huh

This story however is claimed to be the babbling of a drunken person did jin make it haha

oh my god im cringing and dying please joon go away, get a stomachache or something and go to the toilet, let there be an earthquake, urgent phone call aaah😭😭

as if someone else was controlling it for a moment while your consciousness is still trapped inside and is trying to escape. But it can’t, so you have to do what your body tells you to do whilst panicking inside. no, but similar one is anxiety attack from the moment you woke up, your consciousness all confused cuz there is nothing to panic but ur body does anyways

list soo long, she wrote it down damn 😭😭

is joon genuinely shocked about the bite marks NO SHE TOUCHED HIS CANINES I-

my canines were really sharp when they were new, and i bit a girl cuz she accidentally choked me and there was 1 deep puncture and small puncture on her hand 😭😭thankfully it didnt get infected

holy shit now we dont know if he is lying or not

nah yall aint gonna study, its going to be jimin pt 2

Namjoon’s steps are silent another sign yall

holy crap, I literally can’t remember.” did joon do that, or is it all jimin and tae's "good night's sleep"?

im losing my mind seeing her losing her mind and joon just scaring both of us AAAAH

I thought you were a complete snob, but you are actually really sweet aHa aHa 😃

they just look a little intimidating. they do until u see them for more than a minute

“Oh ___, you are adorable im starting to think anyone saying this is weird

I’ve talked with you enough to know that your mind has enchanted me OH MY GOD AJBFQ XLAH;CWOUIRA he is not weird/scary and im not scared TAKE ME DADDY IM YOURS

SEXY AND SMART JOON SAYS IM SMART AND WITTY I GOT THE ULTIMATE COMPLIMENT IN LIFE MY JOB IS DONE BYE

HE LIFTED MY CHIN AND WHISPERED “Don’t turn away from me DIED

HOLY FUCK IM GONE DIED EVAPORATED PHOTOSYNTHESIZING

OH MY GOD ITS TOO HOT, I FORGOT WE WERE IN THE LIBRARY

HE SAID PLEASE NO WAY WE WORE UGLY PANTIES

“Hush, it’s okay. Relax IM RELAXED, CALLED ME GOOD GIRL WHAT THE HEL KSDAHDLSKK AFL *turns on fan

ok suddenly im scaredbye NO THE LIBRARIAN SAW US BYE IM SHAVING MY HEAD, EYEBROW AND GETTING FACE PIERCING AND TATTOOS

STOP WE U APPEARED IN FRONT ME STOP LYING AAHAHHAHAJ she is having the same conversation again gosh aaah what power does that screaming have? shit its wednesday and she doesnt know fuck

im more confused and scared and pls just hang out 2seok and kook bye 😭😭😭😭😭

OH MY GOD HE IS WEARING THE SLUTTY GLASSES 😋🤤😩🥵 the smut is understandable

lmaoaooaoao ME FR jfjasdjf also a black turtleneck. the smut is understandable.

Uhm…not really, but do you have to? mood💀

fjdasjf me when men

ooh vampire books, she is trying to connect stuff i see u gurl

LIKE MISS GURL IS SO CLEVER I LOVE HER

omg the tension is still there even after a week damn

akdfkasj me fr like he could get it so hard

oops joon was here to study welp or is he?? 👀everything is sus here, its soo sad ........... i love it (jimin is such a slytherin for saying that xd)

JDFJAJFS no but what was he doing there fr??

Oh dear, really?” Namjoon gasps. hunty i can hear the fakeness through a screen and thats saying something

JFJASDJF he is like *acts shocked* oh no

oh my god im cringing and dying please joon go away, get a stomachache or something and go to the toilet, let there be an earthquake, urgent phone call aaah😭😭

lmaoao the fear is understandable

as if someone else was controlling it for a moment while your consciousness is still trapped inside and is trying to escape. But it can’t, so you have to do what your body tells you to do whilst panicking inside. no, but similar one is anxiety attack from the moment you woke up, your consciousness all confused cuz there is nothing to panic but ur body does anyways

fun fact? i took inspo from my panic attacks JFAJDFJ help me god

list soo long, she wrote it down damn 😭😭

like she is so clever for that though

is joon genuinely shocked about the bite marks NO SHE TOUCHED HIS CANINES I-

"genuinely shocked" HAHHAHAH yes indeed very shocked indeed. also her touching his teeth is so funny like HFHADSHF

my canines were really sharp when they were new, and i bit a girl cuz she accidentally choked me and there was 1 deep puncture and small puncture on her hand 😭😭thankfully it didnt get infected

honestly deserved cause why is she at your neck?

holy crap, I literally can’t remember.” did joon do that, or is it all jimin and tae's "good night's sleep"?

mhmhmmh indeeed mmhmhmmh

im losing my mind seeing her losing her mind and joon just scaring both of us AAAAH

me fr

I thought you were a complete snob, but you are actually really sweet aHa aHa 😃

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH GIRL.

“Oh ___, you are adorable im starting to think anyone saying this is weird

NO BUT YOU AREN'T WRONG FOR THAT JFASJDFAJ imma stick with Yoongi who is rude af to us JFJADSFJ

I’ve talked with you enough to know that your mind has enchanted me OH MY GOD AJBFQ XLAH;CWOUIRA he is not weird/scary and im not scared TAKE ME DADDY IM YOURS

LMAOAO ME FR

SEXY AND SMART JOON SAYS IM SMART AND WITTY I GOT THE ULTIMATE COMPLIMENT IN LIFE MY JOB IS DONE BYE

jfajdsjf felt.

HE LIFTED MY CHIN AND WHISPERED “Don’t turn away from me DIED

BRO NO JOKE ME FR lmoaoa you losing your ass over the smut is so me like if he wasn't so weird about it, i'd be on my knees gobbling him up

ok suddenly im scaredbye NO THE LIBRARIAN SAW US BYE IM SHAVING MY HEAD, EYEBROW AND GETTING FACE PIERCING AND TATTOOS

lmaoaooao

STOP WE U APPEARED IN FRONT ME STOP LYING AAHAHHAHAJ she is having the same conversation again gosh aaah what power does that screaming have? shit its wednesday and she doesnt know fuck

NO BUT THIS IS WHERE IT GETS SCARY BECAUSE WTFFFFFFF

im more confused and scared and pls just hang out 2seok and kook bye 😭😭😭😭😭

honestly?? she should really do that cause 😭

[dr-ground-zero]

First time for everything

(Okay so this is my first Ha/zbin hotel/Hel/la/verse snzfic. So don't crusify me ((pun intended)) but a group from a snzcord server gave me this idea. This is a Lilith & Adam centered fic)

It was the first spring in the Garden of Eden, Adam and Lilith were exploring their world after such a harsh winter. The sky was a bright blue, the air warm with the sun shining down with no cloud sight. The garden had started to revive itself now that winter had ended and with that. Many plants, animals, and flowers were making themselves known during this time of year.

“Oh Adam look at these flowers, they’re so pretty!” Lilith exclaimed as she tugged the brown-haired man into the garden’s alcove seeing the bright colors of the flora. Adam followed her and smiled seeing the plants, they were pretty.

“Ooh, this one has a different pattern than before the winter!” The woman pointed out as she knelt to admire them. Her hand delicately brushed through a small bushel of hyacinths causing a tuff of golden pollen to rise into the air. This seemed to irritate Adam’s nose in a way he wasn’t all that used to. He made a soft noise and rubbed at the underside of his nose to make it go away but. It wasn’t making things better, and before he could truly process what happened he-

“Hehh! HH'ETSHHIIEW!” That sound sure made both him and Lilith jump, the woman had practically fallen on her bare bottom from being startled by the noise.

“Wh-what was that?” Adam shrugged a mixture of confusion and fear washed over him as he rubbed at his nose.

“I don’t know…” He gave a soft sniffle which seemed to kick-start the sensation again.

“Hehh! HH'ETSHHIIEW!” Lilith stared at the man sharing the same confused yet scared look on her face she asked again what that was, and like before Adam answered that he didn’t know.

“A-Are you okay?” She asked, Adam shrugged and rubbed at his nose.

“Yeah I think so, my nose just feels weird” She got up from her spot on the ground and approached him.

“Weird how? What’s it feel like?” Scrunched up his nose and wriggling it around he tried to describe it.

“I-itchy, my nose feels li-like its buzzing, and ki-kihh heh! Hehh! HH'ETSHHIIEW!” Once again Lilith jumped in surprise, who could blame her? She had never heard Adam make that noise before and it was loud!

“A-Are we cursed? Are we gonna die?” “I don’t know, i hope not” Adam replied nervously while harshly scrubbing at his nose.

“Make this weird feeling stop, my nose feels like it's on fire” Letting out a little giggle, Lilith gets closer to Adam pulling him towards him and poking him in the nose.

“Your nose is moving around like a bunny” Adam blushes at this but is interrupted by that awful sound again

“HH'ETSHHIIEW!” Lilith moved her hands to cover her ears at the sound while Adam had to hold onto her to stabilize himself, he could tell he was gonna do it again.

“Wh-why c-caah hah cad’t I stuhh huh! Heh!HH'ETSHHIIEW! HH'ETSHHIIEW!! Stop’b?!”

Lilith shrugged with concern wondering what would possibly be happening for Adam to react like this.

“Bless you young ones” Said a booming voice, although sudden it was recognizable.

“God?” Both humans questioned in unity.

“Yes it is me, do not fret, nothing bad will come of this, you are not dying” God reassured, Lilith sighed n relief at this statement but then asked him

“Why is this happening?” There was a soft chuckle from the heavens before the being answered her question.

“What Adam is experiencing will not harm him gravely. He is just sneezing, it is something I put into your design it is a way for your body to get things that irritate your nose out of it.” Listening to their creator their confusion washed away momentarily but now they were wondering what would cause this reaction. They hadn’t done anything for this to happen except explore the garden.

“Is this a consequence for exploring the garden, sir?” “Oh dear no, this isn’t a consequence just merely a design choice.” Adam managed to catch another sneeze into his hand thought this time it was more than one.

“HH'ETSHHIIEW! HH'ETSHHIIEW! EED’SSHIIEEW!” Moving his hands away from his face, his eyes were watery, and his nose turning an irritated pinkish red and leaking like a broken faucet.

“Bless you again, my you must be allergic to something in the garden”

“Ah-what?” Again another roaring chuckle came from the immortal at his human’s innocence on the subject.

“Allergic, it is when your body has an over-reaction to something in its environment.” He says trying to simplify its meaning, Adam gives wet sounding sniffle while rubbing at his nose again.

“How do I mb-bmake it stuuh stop?” “Go into the river and cleanse your body, it should wash off whatever is irritating you” Commanded God, nodding, Lilith took Adam by the hand and led him away from the floral cove. The entire way there Adam continued to sneeze, sniffle, and snuffle. Lilith was never one to question their creator but she did hope that his advice would work. Soon the sound of rushing water grew louder and louder almost crashing and drowning out Adam’s sneezing.

“Alright we’re here Adam” She announces and moves pasted the bushes she lets go of his hand as she makes her way toward the water. Just as she dipped her foot into the water she smiled, compared to the month before the water was much warmer with the sun’s light. Setting her self down on a rock beneath the water she beckoned for her love to join her.

“Come on in Adam, the water feels great!” She waved her hands in the water splashing around excitedly. Adam stepped down the rocks though just as he was making his way down the awful buzzing feeling was back. It prickled and spread its way through his sinuses with a force he didn’t see coming

“HH'EEETSSSHIIIIEEW!” SPLASH! The force of his sneeze sent him falling into the water, Lilith flinched and called out for him worriedly. Swimming towards him hoping for him to resurface, when he did his hair flopped over his eyes. He shook his head around animalistically and smirked.

“Aaaw were ya worried about me Lil~” He teased, Lilith shoved him back a bit and pouted.

“Of course I was you idiot, you fell under the water!” A soft giggle came from the brown haired man as he what the blond purse out her lips at him.

“I’mb sorry I’mb sorry, but see I’m okay” Adam smiled widely and tried wrapping his arms around Lilith but she shoved a wave of water to keep him away with a ‘hmph’

“I liked it better when you weren’t being mean 'cause you were sneezing your head off” Then a soft breeze swept through them and she shuddered feeling a rush of cool air run over her. This seemed to trigger a similar sensation. Her nose twitched softly and her breath began to hitch. She looked down cross-eyed at her nose and stammered out.

“A-aah adaah adam, ih iiih is thih this wh-what you were duuh hih!” She couldn’t even finish her sentence before a sharp

“Iitsshiiew!” Adam couldn’t help but laugh this time, and waded his way over to her as she shuddered through another sneeze.

“Hmm what was that word god used?…Ah right Bless you Lil, looks like you’re the one with allergies now~” Even though he wasn’t completely right, with the way god described it, he technically wasn’t wrong either.

First time for everything I guess~

[sigyn-foxyposts]

Incorrect quotes! - that I randomly thought about :D

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Thrud: *walks into the room* Hey Ali.

Forseti *looks around, confused* Ali? Who's Ali..again

Narfi: Him! *points at Vali*

Vali: *annoyed at everyone* for the last time my names Vali!

Vale: *Walks in thinking they talked about him*

Vali: NOT YOU ODINSSON-

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Loki: *takes a dress Sigyn can't fit into anymore*

Sigyn: Woah! Hold on, I was thinking about giving that to Hel..!

Loki: oh come on dear, we know I can pull this off way better. Just watch me~ 😉✨

Hel: *from another room* I HEARD THAT!

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Baldr: *sobbing and runs up to Nanna*

Nanna: oh gods! Darling what's the matter?!

Baldr: Someone *sniff* named Skadi *sniff* wants to..

Nanna: *strokes his hair comfortingly, concerned* yes dear, please go on..

Baldr: She said she wants to *sniff* marry me because my feet were so pretty..

Nanna:

Baldr: *thinking he upset her* oh no.. I'm sorry honey I didn't mean to-

Nanna: *not bothered by that* No, this lady has a feet fetish??