#oh oh and!! thank you! always delighted to hear that i delivered ~

[ughscara]

YOU'RE SO FELT ON READING CONTACT NAMES FIRST THING BEFORE THE MESSAGE OMG ;; silly names are so superior to whatever cute shit my brain cooks up ( i love cute names still!! )

as for pianist kuni and violinist reader — i am SO working on that series once 2024 rolls around, specifically around spring because i think it would be so fitting for the theme i have in mind and PLEASE THAT RIVALRY (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) as a music nerd and one that never passes up the opportunity to think about kuni in the music scene everyday, it's actually so fun and that rivalry i have in store is everything to me ( even funnier when you consider how you meet each other ) and thank you!! i believe you are incredibly talented regardless of skill bub 🤍 you're a very talented writer yourself and one of my biggest inspirations!

extra rambling utc because ayame doesn't shut up /lh

you're so right on kabuki's part! the meal he ends up making for you is not his only birthday present. kabukimono is an incredibly soft guy and he celebrates your birthday in a similar manner to how you celebrated his; doing the things you two adore doing together. 'suragi is the "wingman" in a lot of what ends up happening in the kitchen and yes, kabukimono does receive a little lecture on kitchen safety ;; but!! katsuragi finds it endearing that kabu is willing to listen because while kabuki did feel bad, the expression that dawned on the puppet's face was nothing short of endearing; in spite of feeling disheartened his expression still held an immense amount of determination. especially so when he ( kabukimono i mean ) would nod subtly to the advice katsuragi would give. that expression of kabu's would brighten once katsuragi suggests helping him around the kitchen.

“how did you even—?” said katsuragi, rather exasperatedly. his eyes darting to the mess that can be spotted pretty much anywhere he set his eyes on in the kitchen of your and the kabukimono's shared home. utensils used covered in lavender melon juice along with the eccentric's fine attire, not to mention the little stains of said juice on his face.

what katsuragi failed to witness however was how absolutely disheartened the youth appeared, did he do something wrong? is your special day going to be ruined because of him? what should he do? — kabukimono's mind spiraled and he immediately bowed his head down. feeling embarrassed and, well, afraid.

and so, to save his skin, kabukimono held his hands together, fiddling with his thumbs as he mumbled; “i'm sorry...” the puppet's voice was but a soft murmur as he spoke, head hung low apologetically. “i just... i heard it was (name)'s birthday, so i tried to make something for them.”

katsuragi's eyes lit up at his reasoning. so that's why the kitchen is in such a state. katsuragi only sighed deeply afterwards as he spotted the flour on the ground, the overcooked rice in a bowl and... what even is that? dango? whatever it may have been — it's clear that kabukimono is trying. but he's putting himself and the kitchen at risk.

but nevertheless, the young swordmaster couldn't help but chuckle in delight and ruffle the youth's hair playfully ( or rather reassuringly ). kabukimono's head perked up and for a moment, that once apologetic expression faded into one of confusion. katsuragi sounded more happy, why's that?

as katsuragi hung his head low to look at the puppet, still very much a mess of his own doing, he beamed. “i am sure that (name) will be very happy to know you're making something for their birthday,” said katsuragi, ruffling kabukimono's hair a little again to soothe him further. “but they wouldn't be very happy to know that you're putting yourself and the kitchen at risk. so, how about we make something for them together?”

that confusion present in kabukimono's expression dissipated entirely, he beamed at the idea — eyes lighting up in unbridled joy and determination. “i will do my best!”

(⁠人⁠ ˆ ▽ ˆ): “that's the spirit! now let's start with...”

(つˆ▽ˆ): “oh, that's the dango i tried to make!”

(⁠•⁠ ⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠): “i can tell...”

now me writing a little thing aside, you are so welcome for the 'nushi brainrot~ fall down the rabbit hole with me... fall down! (⁠ノ⁠•̀⁠ ⁠∇⁠ ⁠•́⁠ ⁠)⁠ノ⁠ ( fatui kuni kaomoji hehe )

honestly, mf had me on a chokehold since his first and last appearance and i am sure you still remember that i told you about the thesis i have for him. update on it: I AM WORKING ON HIS DESIGN SHEET >:) which i am so excited to ramble about in the post ~

but that aside, yes ME. making you love-love kuronushi huhu (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) i have this really vivid imagery of my bonus hc of him in which the other four kasan tag along to celebrate your birthday. after all, you are the one who made him come out his shell a little bit, no? someone who provided so much sunshine to their eccentric poet's life deserves a proper celebration! especially so since they only knew about you through his haikus that he mostly keeps to himself and goes without saying that suikou can't keep his curiosity regarding you at bay. so, with a week worth of convincing, he agreed with reluctance still present. but despite kuronushi's reluctance, you still appeared to have a good time with his fellow kasan and if there is anything the eccentric fifth values more than anything, it's his lovely darling's happiness <3

FATUI KUNI IS A FUCKING MESS AND I LOVE IT AJJSJS no bc holy shit — SO !! first and foremost as always, you're so right on the whole "those are just foolish mortal customs" but in reality he's, in every possible sense of the word, agonizing over how to actually make you smile without having to follow what you always tell him. like, i love you and all but the fuck you mean my mere presence is enough for you? cut the bullshit i'm gonna abandon the cup of tea you made me and agonize over how to please you. and PLEASE he will step on people like they're pests if he had to because yes, you as his darling doesn't deserve the stares people give you. he honestly doesn't give a deadly fuck about whether those stares are on him, but you? bestie you said it yourself — whoever dares to stare at you for too long, good luck with the snappy even more angry midget of a sixth harbinger because while you get to have an amazing day as you deserve; some won't. and it's entirely their fault for having their gaze, good or bad, set on you. honestly no matter where you go for your next few birthdays, there'll be NO ONE in sight ;;

OH I AM SO DOING THAT TO YOU >:) listen, i project a few personal things of my recent years onto wanderer kuni because... it just makes SO much sense in my eyes. while he may have obtained peace, he was never truly happy since obtaining it. and i feel like the best way he compensates for it is by relishing in the small joys of his now mundane life. but since you came into his life; he finds that once small joy he gets from doing what he wants become of incredible importance to him. kuni is a very simple guy in his present life as the dendro archon's lancer and as the wanderer, and such simple things like being around his aunt and you, his dearest beloved, to be more than enough to make that joy prolong and persevere. and absolutely he deadass REFUSES to have the tea either you, nahida or the aranara make because shit he's willing to indulge you on your special day but not stoop THAT low, no thanks, he'd rather be caught slacking than have a tea so filled with sugar that it makes that faint crack on his face show up again. ( exaggeration at its finest, my specialty )

here's to yame's usual response to your reblogs in the signature lengthy ask .. greetings suzu! 🤍

now to get the quick ones out of the way — i was DYING for someone to notice the contact name in "heart rhythm" and listen i was laughing my ass off the moment i decided on the name because on the other hand i had a cute theme in mind but i was like nah, let my crackheadedness show <3 and yes! i am a violinist :)

glad i could awaken the musical bone in you hehe. i actually posted a random post about a very specific idea i had featuring violinist reader and pianist kuni but that's a whole can of worms that i'd rather save for another time because .. well, my kabuki series lmao

now for the collection of birthday hcs i posted........ oh boy, let's go:

. kabukimono is actually so fucking proud of himself. especially so since i was running along with the imagery that is him being a mess in the kitchen, not only that; but you always occupy yourself with making him what he likes, why not reciprocate the gesture? he found out it was your birthday through niwa who urged you to come over for tea and have a chat. katsuragi spent just about the whole day to early afternoon looking for kabu only to see bro cooking up in your shared home, and katsu ended up tagging along! i like to imagine that kabu finds solace or some form of acceptance when he's around humans like you for instance; a human who sees him as one of their own. kabuki felt something akin to relief wash over him as katsuragi stuck around and helped him by providing tips on making your favorites for your birthday. he felt alive, human. and that smile of sheer delight on his face was not only because he saw your smile at his simple method to celebrate, but also because he felt accomplished. he repaid you for a simple gesture you never hesitated to do for him.

. kuronushi is a man of both words and actions. when it came to how he should make you happy, he surprisingly found a little bit of difficulty in figuring it out because and i quote, “knowing you're here is enough to make me smile, 'nushi.” so what? is he supposed to simply stay by your side for the remainder of the day? that simply won't do and isn't enough of a gift for you; an individual who practically made his existence more meaningful to him. such a simple gesture like staying by your side, while something he does more often than not, simply isn't enough as stated. and so, just exactly a day before your birthday, he excused himself by leaving a note that said he's out on an inspiration walk. by the time he arrived to kannazuka island, the atmosphere was exactly what he desired; partially cloudy with an auspicious breeze and most importantly, the stage was all his as his brush began to make short work of the once empty scrolls, and as cheesy as it sounds the dim and gentle lighting of the sun emitting from the clouds above reminded him of you. which helped immensely with his inspiration. honestly, a simple portrait isn't enough to capture your radiance, but if he had to give a gift he'd make with what he has, it'll be this for now.

. kunikuzushi is an interesting case. once unnecessary now an absolute fucking must as he simply looks at you while you sleep at an ungodly time of 2 a.m. a frustrated frown slowly but surely painting his face as he juices his non-existent brain out on how exactly he should make you smile on your supposed special day. the things he does for you, all due to those mind boggling emotions you allowed his mechanical heart to influence. the first time he took you to said café; people were staring. eyes not only on him but you, how come his benevolence be with an ordinary individual? on a simple get-together no less... he finds offense in the stares that were mainly on him, why? is it so strange for him to be sighted like this? foolish mortals won't begin to understand how he chooses to spend a day he deems dear to him. now breaking from writer ayame for a bit YOU'RE SO REAL ABOUT HIM JUST SNAPPING AT PEOPLE WHO WERE STARING ;; the next time he took you to that café at the same day, you were taken aback by seeing no one other than the workers in sight.

. somehow in someway, wanderer has found himself in the company of buer, the aranara and you — while nahida is partially correct about this being his idea; he meant only you along with him and the little sprout. not with the company of talking cabbages! but alas, here he was at the small table sitting by your side as his aranara lookalike is chatting the tea party away with along with nahida who's elated to finally know more of you. he couldn't bring himself to ( or rather was unable to ) convince nahida otherwise about her idea, not when you looked both interested and excited, more than willing to go. he was quiet for the most part, only deciding to chat if he was brought into the conversation which contradicting what i said earlier, he ended up using his voice quiet a lot; from indulging you in your lighthearted remarks to indulging nahida's playful inquiries and teasing. it felt a lot more like a family gathering than a birthday celebration, but if he to admit to himself at most, he enjoyed it while it lasted.

.. shit ayame you popped off for this one lmao BUT!! what's an ask ayame sends in reply without kuni brainrot? anyways <3

i did have a wonderful birthday, thank you very much! a lot of it was made through seeing your and many others' asks which i appreciate you all an incredible lot for! 🤍

and the izumi reference? yeah your welcome for the dose of soft angst <3

— signed, ayame.

AHHH AYAME THESE KILLED ME... (LOVINGLY) AND PLEASE THE FIRST THING I DO WHEN READING MESSAGES IS LOOK AT THE CONTACT NAME 😭 i love seeing silly names as the contact it's so cute 🥰 AND YES I DID SEE THAT!! and ugh i could just imagine the rivalry... the tension (i know nothing about music but i just know it'd be good) AND I SAW THE KABU DOLL YOU DREW!! THAT WAS SO ADORABLE!! 😭💗💗 so you can draw, write, and play the violin... *cutely steals your skills*

AHHH Kabukimono always making a mess of the kitchen but it gets ten times worse on your birthday because he's trying so hard 🥺 i imagine it's because not only is he cooking your favorite meal, but he's also cooking and preparing stuff to cook even more stuff for you later in the day. Look he is the kind of person to pull out all the stops for his darling. Kabuki is the kind of guy who probably slipped a few times in the kitchen because of how he's running all over the place but has gotten right back up like it's nothing. 😭 Once Katsuragi has seen the kind of madness he pulls he really doesn't know what to do other than sit the puppet down and lecture him on general safety and kitchen precautions. Kabuki feels a bit bad after that for making his friend worry. 😭 (And yes definitely. 🥺 Kabukimono definitely feels really accepted and at peace in the company of other kind humans. It's little things like this that make him feel like he truly belongs.)

UGH IM NGL YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MADE ME LOVE-LOVE KURONUSHI. Like, i've always loved him because he's our beloved Kuni right? But i wasn't as attached to him since there's like, no lore or content for him, but YOU. you're making me love him. THE PAINTING? THE BRUSH AND SCROLLS? THE SCENERY? i love to think about laying on his lap or something while he draws or writes :(

DEJKFEBWKF SCARA AGONIZING OVER HOW TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. 😭 oh he so would. Because what do you mean he has to make you smile and laugh on your birthday? Those are just... foolish human customs. (That's what he says, in reality, Kuni is pacing back and forth wondering how best to please you. Sure, he may not care much for birthdays, but this is you. His love.) AHAHA let's be real, he snaps at anyone who dares to look at you, whether it's a bad way, a good way, a neutral way, he doesn't care. Look too long at his darling and you will have a snappy Balladeer on your ass. He does not play around and will take offense to anything when it comes to you. 😭💗

DONT TO THIS TO ME... THE FAMILY GATHERING. THAT'S ALL I WANT. I want to bond with Nahida and help Wanderer heal with her :( he deserves it, and she deserves loving people to talk to as well :( He may not talk much during the conversation. He may click his tongue and roll his eyes when an Aranara or two crawl into his lap or steal his hat to lay on. But he truly loves you two!! He's so happy to see his darling and his auntie bond!! (He's definitely going to sip on the specially prepared bitter tea though.)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Naga King // Part 2

Part 1

Shian is the King of the Naga, the valued birthright of his family to one day earn the tribe’s respect as they murder the reigning King if they don’t offer their service to the heir. Many other tribes and kingdoms may say this is brutal but it was his way of life. 

“My King! A warrior of the canine race was found on our borders–how would you like to proceed?”

“The same we always have. Devour them.”

“Yes, my King.”

It was how his family established a kingdom in a world where the human kingdom was in the mood to acknowledge different tribes as kingdoms. Word has it that a hero had come to the humans that would unite all the separate tribes with some peacekeeping power. Naturally, Shian thought such a thing was the stuff of dreams; instead was planning to make the journey to gauge the threat of this new being. But of course his strength brings so much attention the chatty little snakes couldn’t help sharing about the oddest thing.

“Did you? Did you hear?

“Yes! Yes, I did! So beautiful! A beautiful thing!”

“A naga youngling! A naga youngling and their human parent!” 

“What a sight! What a sight to behold.”

Granted this news was not delivered maliciously but that didn’t matter to Shian. As King of the Naga it was his duty to protect the clear separation of all humans and Nagas. History and biology spoke volumes—Nagas are the better creatures. Shian was more eager than anything to prove this, especially on the journey to observe eliminate the hero meant to unite them all. But of course, this changes when he meets you.

“Oh (Y/n)! I saved our dearest Nox from a wild boar and I saved the body for a hearty meal!!! Can’t I come inside now!”

“No!”

“Please!? Wouldn’t you like it if I didn’t break the window, this time?”

Since he’s met you everything has changed. Now that he’s discovered that his destined mate is a fiery little human he’s had no choice but to reconsider. Now he can adore your flaws as a human and admire your unique traits even more. His skepticism about other humans hasn’t completely gone away but he’s plenty more merciful now that he has you to woo. 

“HISSS State your name and business human!”

“-I-I- just wanted to deliver the fruits I always do sir!”

“Hmm my mate did mention something about their usual shipment….fine but thank your stars I’ve decided not to gorge myself on those eyes of yours.”

“Y-y-yes Sir!”

Not to mention you have an adorable little Naga son! Not that he finds Nox particularly cute on his own but it’s the words he parrots from you that make him a delight to be around. It’s a biological thing that Nagas interested in a mate aren’t fond of their children previous or otherwise. Even when they’re created together, there’s a strong chance that paternal love humans expect may never appear. But he’s found when he acts as though that’s what he’s doing you excuse more of his behavior.

“Now to strike with your tail you’ll have to shift your weight like this."

“Oh I see!”

“Yes…good job…”

“Are you looking back at the window, again?”

“Well of course I am! You said they were looking, right?!”

He does find that the more time he finds with Nox he doesn’t hate him. He’s sure if he was any other little snakeling in his kingdom he’d fully be invested but this is the snakeling in the way of attaining his mate’s complete attention. This is why it’s easier to blame him than accept you’re not very interested in giving him your attention anyway. It does annoy him that Nox isn’t unaware of this. The little narc snakeling is happy to string him along; baiting him with his praises to you to learn things from him.

“What?! I thought you weren’t watching the fight?!”

“I didn’t but the forest talks. So how do you move so fast across the forest like that?”

“Hmph that’s a secret. Family secret, actually.”

“Oh, that’s a shame…guess I ought to tell them you could never see us being a family.”

“What?! That’s not what I–”

“Guess I'll call out in one. Two. Thre–”

“Okay okay pay attention I’m only showing you once.”

“Yes!”

In the Naga King's heart of hearts he kind of really loves likes this domestic life with you two. It feels as though the whole world is right when he can spend all day following and pestering you as he learns more about you. But it won’t stay that way forever. And unfortunately, his entourage and advisors will find him. Reminding him of that pesky hero he has to eat meet. It’s simple to debate with his team about taking you with him or sending you back home to his newly constructed castle. Of course, he neglects to ask your opinion on the matter and must reap the consequences.

“My (Y/n)...why are all of my servants tied on the drying line?”

“They started moving my stuff. I thought I told you and your little buddies to stop touching my house.”

“ But how are we supposed to move you to my castle?”

“What?!”

“(Y/n)...please put down the knife!”

After talking you down committing his entire entourage to chores you wanted done he ordains that you should try accompanying him on his mission to the human kingdom. Leaving out the part about the hero he suggests that he leave some of his servants to tend to your home and babysit Nox. This is entirely so that he can convince you to come to his castle one day. Not just so he can enjoy some alone time with you. And while you’d like to refuse Nox thinks it’s awesome. When you aren’t chasing the Naga servants away they regard him with kindness and very giving. And it’s that same observation that has you kissing Nox goodbye as you depart for the human castle.

“Alright, Nox be good…try not to grow up too much while I’m gone.”

“Of course not…if you want I can send my shedded tail skin to you so you can ‘see me grow up. ”

“Nox don’t do that. That’ll be weird.”

“I thought so too but the others say it’s an endearing thing.”

It’s going to be hard, returning to civilization. Since you’ve been isekai’d you limited almost all of your interactions with other humans and now you were going to meet the protagonist. But you wouldn’t let your mind be completely occupied because you would be distracted by the obsessed Naga king.

Part 3: ....

[natailiatulls07]

When they lost her

2023 formula one grid & female!driver!reader

Warnings - Death, crying, car crash

Summary - After a horrible accident on track, the other drivers have to learn to cope with the death of someone very dear to all

Part 2

-

Y/n was always a joy to be around, always had a smile on her face, curious about how you are and would never fail to make someone laugh.

Aside from her warm hearted attitude, she was also well known for being a incredible driver. She was a favourite in the motorsport, totally helped flip misogynistic opinions on females in the sport completely.

That morning, Y/n had brought in a selection of homemade baked goods to share amongst the drivers and the staff. A clear example of her good and humble nature. Everyone extremely thankful for the goodies.

Only a few hours before, the driver was seen doing a wholesome interview with the fellow sky sport commentator, Martin Brundle. Each race the pair managed to bump into each other, not that anyone was complaining.

“Martin! Do you want some cookies?” The women ran over to Martin who was flabbergasted by the upbeat attitude radiating from her, even though she had an intense race later that day.

“Oh thank you so much, now Y/n tell me how can you be this happy even though you have a fierce race today?” It was something many fans and viewers were keen to know, jealous of her calmness.

“Well in all honesty Martin, I am absolutely terrified. However, one quote that stuck with me in my 20 years of life is fake it till you make it! So that’s what I do” Y/n’s voice was sincere. She had a habit of speaking rather poetic. “Well I got to deliver the rest of these before all the boring serious stuff begins so bye Martin!”

Waving goodbye to the older man, the girl ran off to find more people to share her delightful treats with.

-

“Radio check please” Y/n’s race engineers voice came through her ear piece, awaiting her reply.

“I’m a Barbie girl in world! Life in plastic, it’s fantastic” Her singing could be heard from the radio, alerting the engineer of her connection.

She sat snug in the sport car, eager to start the race. To left was one of her favourite British man, Lando Norris, racing for McLaren. She raised her hand up waving in his direction, which he happily replicated.

It wasn’t long until the five red lights all lit up individually before flashing off and the cars started down the track.

-

After about 20 laps of the track, it had started to heavily pouring rain. This was something that started to worry the female. Her car had medium tires on after her recent pit stop about two laps ago.

Soon enough the track had grown incredibly slippery, yet she were told to carry on with the race.

Only then did Y/n’s anxiety grow massive. Trying to calm herself down. One second she was in control of the car and then next she felt herself out of control.

Spinning off track, the car had flipped over. The racing car landed on the ground completely flipped over. This had crushed Y/n inside with no way of escaping.

There was a few moments of nothing for her except for a ringing in the ears and no pain. But those moments came and went, and she felt her consciousness slip away. Slipping into darkness.

-

Immediately the other drivers were instructed to return to their garages until they were given the all clear. It was a definite red flag.

Upon hearing about the accident everyone had grown increasingly concerned with the lack of contact on the females part.

It wasn’t long before medics were sent out to Y/n. A curtain was pulled across the car, providing privacy.

“It seem that Y/n’s car as been covered with a curtain, whilst the rest of the drivers have been told to return to their pits” Martins voice was somber, he had his worries for the girl who never failed to brighten up his race weekends.

-

“Lewis, we have a red flag please return”

“Lando, red flag. You need to return to pit”

“Carlos, please return to pit. It’s a red flag”

All the remaining drivers had gotten the news off their engineers. Compliant, everyone made their individual ways to the pits.

“What is going on?! Where’s Y/n?!” Charles had anxiety pumping through his veins, making his way to her pit.

It was fair to say that all the drivers shared the same concerns for the young wholesome driver. She was their little sister, most had seen Y/n grow into the grown women she is today.

-

The medical team had made their way over to the flipped car, starting immediately to try and get the driver to safety.

They had pulled her unconscious body from the car. Laying her down on the ground, rushing to check her pulse.

Checking her neck. Nothing

Checking her wrists. Nothing

They had checked three times and each time receiving no pulse.

…

“No pulse…she’s gone” The solemn voice of a medic could be heard in the garage. By then, all the drivers and engineers were gathered around the main radio, everything fell silent at the short announcement.

Charles felt tears fall down his cheeks, his close friend was gone. To his left, you could see Lando’s face of surprise and sorrow, he had just lost his bestfriend.

That day all the teams joined together to grieve the death of the paddocks little sister. Fans paid their respects to Y/n’s family on social media.

Since that day, the paddock no longer felt the same warmth that she brought even on her harder days, it was something that was lost when they lost her.

-

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Good Omens graphic novel update: August 2024

This time last year, the Kickstarter was in full swing, what a journey it’s been since then! Colleen is still working hard to complete the graphic novel and we have some incredible pages to share with you.

There have been many merchandise updates in the past few months and whilst a number of backers told us they loved these, others wanted to hear more directly about the graphic novel itself. So, for this month we will focus 100% on Colleen’s work, and how the various editions of the book are coming along. Everything is shaping up rather nicely, if we do say so ourselves!

You may have seen some of the sneak peeks Colleen has posted recently, such as this wonderful scene between our heroes:

And our favourite angel and demon on the road.

Collen has recently shared a rare view from her drawing board with us. "Working on pages 75 pages apart at the same time" she explains. The joy for us is that these pages arrive similarly out of order, so the graphic novel is unfurling like a magnificent jigsaw.

The reversible alternative covers by Rachael Stott and Frank Quitely are coming together beautifully. Different vibes, both ‘heavenly’ and we’re delighted to share them with you:

Moving inside. Here's an introduction to your introduction: our favourites include: Dog: Satanical hellhound and cat-worrier. Everyone should have one!

With the pencils mapping out the story almost completely in place, here are some samples from across the book – don’t worry we’re not giving too much away. It is always interesting to see these images come in, then watch them evolve over time

As we enter the latter stages of inking and colouring, we're also getting glorious new artwork by the bucketload. Colleen has been working diligently and it’s simply wonderful to see the story coming to life so vibrantly.

We shared this a few updates ago in its inked form. Now here it is in full glass-shattering colour.

A jaunty moustache and some 'definitely not-bad-news' being delivered in the middle of a birthday party.

A prior inked piece we shared before. Crowley venting his frustrations, oh so subtly.

And here's a closer look at some of the Horsemen in situ.

...of course you must also have some snippets of Aziraphale and Crowley having a fine time with books and wine.

And this rather lovely panel ends the previews of our main duo for this update.

But one final thing before we leave our heroes for this month... feast your eyes on this absolutely gorgeous celestial piece.

And now to the admin.

If you have a query, please check the Good Omens graphic novel FAQ page at terrypratchett.com. Some key recurring questions:

The Good Omens graphic novel was listed to publish in July 2024 - why have I not received it? We shared an update on April 16th 2024 introducing the new timeline and full context on why dates had to be moved. You can read that here. We appreciate that some didn't catch the timeline update and had been expecting items to arrive across July and August - the graphic novel and surrounding items are due to arrive in Spring 2025 to align with the new publication date. Thank you for your patience. We promise that it will be worth the wait!  

I've been in touch with a query about my pledge but have not heard back - what should I do? We have been dealing with a significantly increased number of messages recently and our team are working through them as best we can. If you have messaged over a week ago and are yet to hear back, please get in touch again, either via the message thread on Kickstarter or your previous email chain. Rest assured, we are reading and working through all messages as quickly as we can and appreciate your patience.

If your question is not answered in the FAQ, please don't hesitate to contact us and we can get back to you as soon as possible.

Events

We announced in our June update that Crowley's S2 Bentley would be appearing at ACME Comic Con in Glasgow. Unfortunately, our team will no longer be attending, so the Bentley will not appear at this event. We wanted to let you know as soon as possible in case you have booked tickets expressly to see it, or to meet the Good Omens HQ team. Maggie Service is also no longer attending the event, however Quelin Sepulveda, our beloved Muriel, is still appearing on the Saturday, and there are many filming locations around the central belt of Scotland if you are visiting, so you can still make your trip a little more ineffable. We apologise for any disruption to your plans.

Colleen has also had to cancel her appearance at the upcoming DragonCon, as she explains here.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Touya Todoroki x Childhood Friend! Reader Part 5!

Part 6!

You can find Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 and Part 4 here!

Tsuki's note: sometimes I wonder where I am going with this, but the truth is, I just love that human barbecue and I wish I could hug him.

Tsuki's note 2: I want to write especific parts so magical timeskip is in order XD sorry. I promise it might end this soon. The reason why I ambreaking it so much is because A) I cannot write much I don't have time or health to do so and B) I rather read shorter pieces.

Tsuki's note 3: So Fuyumi and Rei calls you with honorifics, but as this is gender neutral I didn't place any. So fell free to go with the ones you would like. Shouto is an awkward bean and he would call you -san. Natsuo doesn't use any honorifics.

Tsuki's note 4: anyone who had a friend with younger siblings will understand what I mean. My friends young siblings will be forever 15 and 17 to me, even though one of them is married and has 27 now.

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You have heard that Natsuo was attacked by a villian. You called Fuyumi to know if he was fine and she told you that, yes, he was OK- thanks to Shouto and his friends, mostly.

You were relived to hear so, but also scared, it wouldn't be unusual for the endeavor's kids to be caught up in those incidents. But still, worried.

That night Shouto had gained permission from school to stay at home, as he was a bit worried about his brother.

And so were you. You called later, again, to make sure Natsuo was fine. Even though you weren't close to him, you still saw in him that 6 years old kid - which he hated, and often told you he isn't a kod anymore - but you couldn't help it!

Shouto heard your conversation with Fuyumi and a slightly annoyed Natsuo - sighing and huffing.

Fuyumi asked if you wanted to visit, which you declined, as usual. She was visibly upset at you turning down the offer but Natsuo was quite relieved - he wouldn't need to have you babying him.

Alas, this whole interaction got Shouto curious. Why you never visited? But he didn't quite knew how to ask that at this moment.

A few days went by and the siblings went to visit their mom again. Once again, Fuyumi brought her some flowers you asked her to deliver. But this was the first time Shouto ever saw something from you to his own mom.

Rei was delighted to see your gift:

" Oh, from Y/N? They always pick the most beautiful ones."

The boy got curious:

" Mom, do you know Y/N- san?"

He could feel Natsuo tense up and Fuyumi started to stutter something out, but Rei answered first:

" Yes, of course. Y/N, was always over to play. Such a sweet child"

Shouto got even more confused:

"I never saw them home. They never visit."

Natsuo scoffed:

" Of course not. He definitly said something to them"

Fuyumi elbowed her brother. Rei looked far away into the nothingness. Natsuo continued:

" What? Do you think they were just overwhelmingly sad?"

Shouto was completely lost:

" Sad? Why would Y/N- San be sad?"

His older siblings just stared at each other, so Rei took it upon her to answer:

" Y/N, was Touya's classmate and friend. They were always together and Fuyumi loved to play with them"

Her eyes seemed lost in the past. It was as if she could see you three playing in the yard.

But Shouto got perplexed:

" Touya-nii's.... friend? I thought they were Nee-san's friend..."

Fuyumi panicked and eyes her mother:

"They are! We were always close!"

Rei seemed fine with this exchange. No triggers. She sighed:

" It would be nice to see Y/N again. They must have grown so much..."

Shouto has a thousands questions. You knew his brother. Natsuo said that endeavor said something to you, that's why you never came over, but what? And most importantly, you could tell him how his brother was. What he liked to do? What was his favourite food? Touya was a taboo in the family.

Alas, the boy never had a good opportunity to ask you, that is, until Dabi uploaded that video. After that day, not only Shouto could meet you, but you also gave some answers.

You were at your internship, when you saw the broadcast. Suddenly, the floor was gone from under you. That burnt body. Those blue eyes. Those details you knew so well. But most importantly, you did not hallucinate.

When the sonifer Villian attacked you, you saw Touya. It was him, he saved you. But why he lied? What the hell is he doing? What he didn't talk to you?

As soon as the broadcast was over you called Fuyumi. She watched it for sure. But she didn't pick up, so you left a message:

" Fuyumi-chan, how you guys holding up? Call me when you can or if you need something"

You figured she was not well. That video seemed so surreal to you. You didn't heard from the family until the next day. You received a messaged, not from Fuyumi, but from Natsuo, asking to come to the hospital ASAP.

Now that was odd and something was terribly wrong. So you promptly agreed. He did not explain to you why he needed you there. But you knew, this about Touya and who spent most time with him, was you.

On your way there you could see a crowd of people pissed at endeavor. Hate words left and right. You had a hard time getting in the hospital, to the point you had to call Natsuo to fetch you.

While you walked inside with him, you noticed he had a pained expression. You didn't dare to ask if he was OK, but you did ask about Shouto - because he was in that battlefield.

Natsuo face turned into a frown. He said he had his troat burned. You sighed. Worried about that boy.

On the elevator, Natsuofinally explained to you why he needed you there. You knew things no one else knew about Touya and also warned you endeavor was in the room - it was his room you were going to, after all.

In the corridor you saw Fuyumi. She was standing in front of a room with the door open. You sighed. It came the time to see endeavor face to face again. How long has it been again? Almost 10 years.

Your trembling with anxiety. Would he blame you again? Who else was here? You got removed from your inner monologue by Fuyumi - she ran to hug you tight and cry a bit.

All you could do was hug her and draw circles on her back. You had nothing to say to her. You didn't know what to say. You stayed there with her and Natsuo for a few minutes. Before she pulled away sniffing:

" Y/N... Let's g-go inside. We need to talk to y-you."

You sighed and nodded. Natsuo gently pushed your back, guiding you to the room with the open door.

[desceros]

i woke up to this newest chapter and i could not delay my gratification + read it on the way to the vet!! i loved it! i had a feeling leo’s thing was going to be something like that (and was steeling myself for it…) but was unprepared for how much i smiled during the donnie convo. it was so earnest and honest and cute, even, how clumsily they both are trying to communicate and understand each other. his open need for her to stay in his life… viola girl i feel you! that was a crowbar to the knees!!! think i fell more in love with donnie and im chewing at my arm about it as a self-confessed leo girl.

i read that you were writing viola-chan as mostly neurotypical and (as someone who is, afaik, neurotypical) i feel like you hit the nail on the head especially as far as vi’s reactions to realizing her misinterpretation of her relationship with donnie + how hard she’s trying to see things from his perspective go. chapter 20 was especially brutal because i’ve also been in the position of having stupidly assumed and had it come back to bite me in the ass, so really well done on capturing that!!! (← extremely pained by the story but also impressed by the writing) the way she and donnie talk in this latest chapter reminds me of my own relationships with my neurodivergent friends (affectionate), and tbh just captures a sort of working-through-being-two-diff-people-with-diff-ways-of-thinking that is a part of having any relationship with another person. seeing them talk it through like that makes me root for them and want them to work out.

i’m a blurple au lover but i know it’s only in my mind (on my own starts playing) (also, the fact that don thinks vi-chan’s interested in leo? cutely wrong) and have properly shifted my focus to donnie for the rest of this fic despite whatever other leo propaganda you might deliver (clenching every muscle in my body). either way i’m eating well because you write both these turts so well. thank you for writing as much and as wonderfully as you do!

ohhh man i have been BURNING to write the donnie convo for like. five chapters. it's like. oh my god they're TALKING!!! LOOK AT THEM TALKING!!! SPARKLE EMOJI

yeah it can be a little tough for me because i am deeply, deeply neurodivergent. and usually i prefer writing from ND perspectives bc it's sooo much easier for me to imprint on my experiences with being misunderstood than it is to think. ok. what does that look like from the other side. but it's always good to stretch yourself creatively, and that's what i've been doing with viola-chan! so i'm really, really delighted to hear that it rings well to you = v=

i dunno how popular it'll be from now on since people are all but hanging leo in the town square, but i'm still very much a lover of the blurple symphony au!! i mean, come ON. who doesn't want a fic where leo comes crawling back to you on his knees bc on his side of things this has all been one enemies-to-lovers thing and oh god oh god please forgive him he's so into the lovers part of it now and seeing you look at him with such an empty face is akin to rending his very soul from his body???? COME ON.

[hunieday]

Momo Sugao Rabbit Chat - Part 1 : Sugao Idol Feature

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Momo-san, thank you for your hard work. IDOLiSH7 will also be featured in the “Sugao” special idol feature!

Takanashi Tsumugi: I’ve heard that Re:vale-san was the catalyst for this project.  We will do our best to make the most of the opportunity we've been given, so I look forward to working with you!

Momo: Thank you for your hard work, Maneko-chan~~~! (*´▽｀*) Thanks for contacting me!

Momo: I'm glad to be a part of this project with you guys!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you very much for this valuable opportunity. I didn't expect to receive such a project from "Sugao", so I am very happy!

Momo: As you said, we were just the catalyst!

Momo: The idol feature story was given to us because we’re all active in our respective fields!

Momo: Let's work together to make it more exciting! (∩´∀｀)∩

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Takanashi Tsumugi: The theme of Momo-san’s issue was "tell your story with your back," right?

Takanashi Tsumugi: As for your back’s body make-up, I heard that the decision was made because of the wonderful backbone that you show to juniors as a senior!

Momo: Seems like it?! I was embarrassed when I heard from Okarin, too!

Momo: Does Momo-chan really talk with his back that much? (●´艸`)

Takanashi Tsumugi: Of course! I’ve learned so much from Re:vale-san…!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Obviously you give us advice and such, but you always care about our new songs and new jobs even though you are very busy, so it’s immensely encouraging for us.

Takanashi Tsumugi: The other day, when Mitsuki-san was the MC for a special program, he was delighted that Momo-san praised him!

Momo: That was really because Mitsuki’s MC power exploded! (*´∀｀)ｂ

Momo: He acted like a veteran, with his excellent banter and smooth turns during the talk.

Momo: It made me feel like I had to work hard as well!

Takanashi Tsumugi: I'm happy to hear you say that.

Mitsuki-san will be pleased to know that you respect him not only for his singing abilities, but also for his talk show stand-in prowess...!

Takanashi Tsumugi: We’ll continue to watch Momo-san's back and learn a lot from him!

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

Momo: I'll do my best to show my cool back to the juniors lolol

Momo: 

Momo: Oh yes, since we’re still on the topic of back muscles!

Momo: I've been putting a lot of effort into body make-up lately, so I plan on delivering a toned-up Momo-chan (｀・ω・´)＞

Takanashi Tsumugi: Of course, I'm looking forward to seeing that as well!

Momo: Maneko-chan, you work out a lot too, right?

Momo: You were very agile when you danced with Okarin and the others at the New Year's party!

Momo: You were super cool!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Takanashi Tsumugi: My job requires a lot of physical strength, so I try not to miss muscle training as much as possible.

Takanashi Tsumugi: But it’s difficult to train the back muscles and other parts of the body that you can't see, so it creates a bit of an imbalance…

Momo: It's true that it's hard to see whether your back training is working or not!

Momo: If you want, can I send you a video of the intensive back training I recommend?

Momo: Yuki and I do it during breaks and it's a lot of fun ～ﾟヽ(*´∀`)ﾉﾟ.:｡+

Takanashi Tsumugi: wah...! Are you sure...! 

If you two are doing this, doesn’t that make it hard?

Momo: There are different levels from easy to hard!

Momo: We do the easy ones! Not so much for training, but more for the trainer's shouts? so lolol

Takanashi Tsumugi: There’s a lot of shouting involved…!

Momo: "Here we go, just like that! haaaa! hup, ho!” Yuki imitates him with a determined look on his face, so I laugh and can't concentrate at all ﾟ･(ﾉ∀｀)･ﾟ･｡

Momo: so I was training my back muscles, but at the same time my abdominal muscles were also being trained lololol

Takanashi Tsumugi: It has a double effect then, doesn't it? LOL! I would love to try that out!

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

Momo: If you keep listening to it, you'll get addicted to it, so give it a try lolol I'll send you the link to the video later~!

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

[carmenized-onions]

I’m speechless (I have so much to say)

Your mind?! Your skills?!

I totally forgot that the fucking iconic freezer fight never happened in the first chapter because Tony/Inky/Chip/Best Repairwoman To Ever Live/ Baddest Bitch To Ever Exist/ etc got there just in time, so to see it HERE??? So fucking satisfying. It’s like a train wreck you can’t look away from and you managed to completely recreate that scene, only now it’s Tony’s heart breaking instead of Claire’s 😔

I also love the fact that it was the “You’re fucking nothing!” line that prompted Tony to intervene. The same thing Lee said to Michael 💔 (Fuck that guy)

And your characterization of Tony is honesty my favorite because it’s like Carmen says, she defends herself without being mean (even though he deserves to be locked in the freezer again AND the office just for good measure) and THAT makes Carmen’s words all the more vicious because she knows he’s spiraling about something, she’s trying to be compassionate, she’s trying her damn hardest to believe that he doesn’t mean it, but then he delivers the final blow to an open wound and yeah…he must mean it

Also, Richie ready to throw down with Carmen after he made Tony cry??? Sydney immediately comforting her??? Both them AND the staff ready to WALK??? Sweeps not knowing what the fuck is going on during his smoke break??? I love them all 💕

“No. Richie’s got it. You’ve gotta keep your kitchen in order.” The way I would say the same shit just to be petty 😊

Also, the Exec asking for her number??? ew

Jump scare fr, didn’t see that coming at all 😂

Carmen’s gonna have an aneurysm when he reads that

The parking lot scene between Tony and Richie was so cathartic. They grieved Michael’s death separately for so long, blaming themselves, and now they can grieve together 🥺

I once again fully support Tony’s decision to let the stray fur ball eat Carmen’s flowers AND to leave the black plate out to fend for itself 😊

And FINALLY, “I know you said I’d be a perfect match for your little brother…” I’m SOBBING. Carmen was out here thinking that Michael and Tony were a thing when all along his older brother was trying to play matchmaker 💔

I’m gonna need about 5 business days to recover

I’m also gonna be very disappointed when season 3 drops next week and I don’t see Chip pop up within the first couple of seconds. Like THIS is season 3. It’s canon. 💜💜💜

I feel bad not responding in order but I have to start with the end. Can I be so fr. Me too. LMAO. I HAVE R O T T E D MY BRAIN. I HAVE RUINED THE BEAR FOR MYSELF LMAOOOO. I'm gonna be watching in 6 fucking days going,,,, but,,, but toneee???? but chipp??? where chip!!?!?!?!!

So I'm glad other people also think this. Delights me. I am hoping that a bunch of plot points I did still happen in season 3, because some of writing this has genuinely been either me guessing or just wanting a fun thing to happen in S3 (I.e I think wedding catering ep would genuinely be so fucking fun. like terrible. but so fun)

ANYWAYYYSSSS Back to this chapter's thoughts.

Thank you sm for having sm to say because I love to hear it-- An analysis??? ooohhfhsdfhksdjfh i could. i could maybe die. Fuckin love when people DIG IN!!!

I don't remember if I always planned for this fight to lead with the freezer fight, but I do remember seeing like a gifset of the freezer fight, and going oh I can't just let this all go unsaid. It would be AN INJUSTICE to Carm/Rich to not let that air out. You gotta level a building to rebuild. And there's just something I think on like, a reader level/ me writing it of like-- Knowing when this was supposed to happen and where that really adds so much to reading it this time, because instead of a door between them it's fucking YOU!!! FUCK !!!!!!

YEEAAGGHHH!!!! (You will see why I cannot comment more on this point of Uncle Lee later. But Just know. YEEAHFKJDFHGKJDFHGFKJDFG!!!!!!!!!)

Every time people say they love Tony as a character, an angel gets it's wings. That's how it feels for me. But 100% it made that whole scene so much more brutal because she's trying to explain and trying to understand but that's simply not how any dynamic Carmen's ever been in has worked and so it's just making him wig out more. RAH!

The other thing, that I think is like, a golden rule in writing fights-- Or at least it's always been one for me-- The hardest hitting line will always be the one that the person hearing it thinks is true about themselves. Peoples princess? Sure. Don't work here? Ouch but okay. The one thing that haunts you every day that you blame yourself for and were just waiting for one person to affirm it for you? OH!!!! OH!!!! BABYYYYYYYYY!!!!

The aftermath with the kitchen was so tough for me to think out, because I was like-- I cannot have them fucking punch Carmen. Like we can't do that. But also like. Richie would do that. WOP WOP! But I eventually agreed with myself that he'd go with chewing him out BEFORE the punch, and thankfully Chip stopped him in time.

Syd was me, when my friends cry. The yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo-- came from an extremely real place. and that place is my mouth. I love The Bear and Tony's relationship, which is also what makes the I don't think anyone's my friend all the more heartbreaking, because everyone was on her side there. And she just cannot see that. SON OF A BITCH BROOOOO BROOOOO STOPPPPPP I'm the one writing it who am I telling to stop?

I-- With the petty line, bro,,,, I wanted to dig into hell so bad. I wanted to snatch that motherfucker's soul-- But I left it at your kitchen because it just wouldn't be in Tony's like,,,, energy? to do so?? Like she'd already been murdered at that point, so she couldn't turn on roast mode. my poor bird.

JUMP SCARE EXEC!!! There were actually surprise surprise whether you believe me or not, a lot of different ways his dinner could've went, and I'll probably share them in another ask down the line, but the one thing I felt pretty solid about is he would be into Tony. ew.

The parking lot scene really was everything for me tbh, I'd been waiting to write this chapter overall for some time, but that one like,,,, fuck i really adore these two and it's exactly like ya said, so very cathartic for them to finally get to be absolutely not over anything togetherrrr yknow?

And that's another vote for---Fuck it, poll,

As for Mikey Matchmaker,,,,, -- You know what, i'm gonna save this for after either the series is done or after chapter 13, pending. But remind me later that i need to tell you something about Mikey and ,,,,, fire???? Yeah. Tell me I need to tell you about that, after chapter 13 or so.

[skyrim-forever]

A Solstheim RomCom Part 2

Hi everyone, part 2 is completed and edited! I waited to post Part 1 so there wouldn't be too long of a wait for Part 2. Let me know your thoughts! This was really fun to write and I'm def going to explore more fun ideas like this in the future :)

Tagging: @thequeenofthewinter @thana-topsy @ladytanithia thank you for your kind words and I really hope you enjoy!

Summary:

Warnings: None! Other than Neloth being Neloth :P

Words: 3.3k

Once she arrived in Raven Rock Colette sent word to Tel Mithryn that she had arrived; hiring Teldryn Sero, of all people, to deliver a letter. 

“Not the typical work I get offered but your sister paid quite well. Mentioned being excited to meet your husband? I didn’t know you were married.” Rochelle sighs, she didn’t want to go gab about the plan but Teldryn was the quiet type, perhaps he’d keep it to himself. 

“I’m not but I need to assure my family I’m fine. I’ve got someone pretending to be my husband, just for the week.”

“Ah the apprentice? Talvas was his name?” When Rochelle fails to say anything Teldryn laughs “Don’t tell me you’ve got the old Telvanni bastard playing house with you?” His laughter roars “I have got to see how this plays out.”

“You will do no such thing, you will be accompanying me back to Raven Rock, where you will stay put at the Retching Netch. I’m already tense enough, I can’t have this become even more difficult.” Teldryn stretches his arms out. 

“Fine, but since when do you need an escort? You do this trip more than anyone else?” Rochelle sighs, already at her wits end and the facade hasn’t even begun yet. 

“You’re coming to protect the public from me, one more comment from someone and I will lose my mind.” Teldryn offers her another laugh, this one with a hint of nervousness, and they make the journey back. 

“She arrived yesterday, spent the night at the Retching Netch, being entertained by Geldis’s stories.” They arrive inside the Retching Netch and it does not take long for Rochelle to locate her elder sister. Standing in front of the bar, a jar of Geldis’s special blend in hand, is a vision of Breton beauty, Colette has long, golden hair. Her eyes bright, her figure petit and full. Rochelle had forgotten just how invisible she felt next to her. 

“Rochelle, there you are!” She runs over to her, drink still in hand. “I was just telling this nice fellow here about how I’m here to visit you and your new spouse.” Colette takes another swig, while Geldis gives her a wave; to which she returns anxiously. “Say, you never did tell me his name?” The Dragonborn hears Teldryn chuckle as he walks past her, finding a seat at the bar. 

“Umm, his name is Neloth, Master Neloth of House Telvanni” Spotting a look from Geldis, she shoots him back saying don’t even think about it.

“Oh wow, you got yourself a member of one of the Great Houses of Morrowind! And a wizard! Although I’d expect nothing less from our magical genius!”  

“I can’t wait for you to meet him.” Yes I can. Rochelle thinks, pondering ways she can stall for time. It’s no use, might as well just get this over with. 

They gather Colette’s things, as usual her sister has overpacked, particularly on the fine clothing. 

“Oh wow this place truly is full of ash” Colette comments, before erupting into a cough. 

“It truly is, even I'm still getting used to it.” Perhaps I should have brought her a helmet. Rochelle tried to picture her sister in a helmet, specifically a Chitin helmet like Teldryn’s, and she had a slight laugh. Colette definitely was not a fighter, her talents lied more in people. She was well-known throughout their father’s estate as being able to put a smile on anyone's face. Always the life of the party, she was the delight of every event. When they were younger, Rochelle resented her sister. It seemed like she could just figure out people in a way that always eluded the younger sibling. 

But Colette always tried to make her feel included, even if that meant pulling her away from her books and dragging her out on shopping trips and dates where the boys only looked at the eldest. Her resentment towards her elder sister finally faded when she left for the College of Winterhold, the space did them well and even though they were far apart, they grew closer through their letters. Rochelle could see why everyone loved her sister, she was hard not to love. 

“How is Father?” 

“He is alright, I wrote to him with the exciting news before I left!” Colette nudges her sister playfully. “Juillen is doing better apparently, his mobility is coming back, albeit slowly.” Rochelle asked about their father mostly out of obligation, but was pleased to hear about Juillen. He was their younger half brother, there was a decade gap between him and Rochelle and she hadn’t seen him in years. But Colette went home fairly frequently so they were quite close, despite an even larger age gap. Juillen had a bad case of Black Heart Blight that hindered his mobility, but apparently Rochelle’s attempts at Restoration magic years ago had made a difference in his health. Even if she was far from being a healer. 

“That’s good to hear.” Rochelle clears her throat from the ash. “I take it no word from mother?”

“Last I heard she was a part of some Forsworn group in the Reach.” Rochelle sighs. 

“Yeah, that sounds like mother.” Their mother was a staunch woman of the Reach, she had raised the girls until the ages of 10 and 13 respectively, teaching them the ways of the Reachmen, before deciding they should learn about their father’s side. And by learn about she meant I’m not raising teenagers and proceeded to drop them off at his estate; much to the shagrin of their father’s new wife; the poor woman didn’t even know they existed! Changing the topic, Colette asks about the last thing Rochelle wants to talk about. 

“So, this Neloth? What’s he like? How did you two get together?”

“Haha…” Rochelle laughed nervously “oh you know, the same way as anyone else!” Colette pries further.

“Come on, you can tell me! Was it a grand romantic gesture that swept you off your feet? Or was it working so closely together that you couldn’t help but fall for each other?”

“Umm, yeah, the second one. You know close proximity and all.” Rochelle notices how she is avoiding saying anything of substance. By the Nine I sound like my father.  

“That would be how you’d fall in love, pouring over texts together. I’m so happy for you Rochelle, I really am.”

“Thanks.”

“I was really worried you’d be alone forever, I’m so glad you found someone who understands you. Ah! I can’t wait to meet him!”

“Yeah, he’s looking forward to meeting you too.” You could say that Rochelle thinks. 

Thankfully for the rest of their journey Colette spends the time updating her on her life in the Imperial City. Life is busy, her husband is a higher up in the East Empire Company so there’s no shortage of social gatherings to host for clients and partners. They were going to start trying for a baby soon and she had been taking a few classes in magical history at the Arcane University. 

“I’ll never be a practitioner like you, but I figured I’d learn a bit about what you do. From a distance haha.” Rochelle smiled. For a moment she forgot the reason for the visit and was simply just glad to see her sister again. Finally, they make it to the mushroom homes of Tel Mithryn. Colette is in awe “Wow, the Telvanni really do live in mushroom towers! This is so exciting!” They make their way into the main tower, bracing herself for whatever happens next Rochelle guides her sister up the levitation shaft. Once at the top, her sister comments on it. “Oh that is fun, who needs stairs! I should see about getting a mage to install something at home!” Luckily Colette is too distracted by the levitation shaft to notice what they’ve walked into. 

Dangling upside down was Talvas, who judging by the colour of his face, had been upside down for a while. Neloth, ever so caring, paid no mind to poor Talvas; nor Rochelle and her sister. It was Colette who approached him. Oh no thought Rochelle I should have warned her not to disturb him while he’s doing a spell. Without a care in the world, she introduces herself. 

“Hello! My name is Colette, Colette of Evermore, I am Rochelle’s elder sister. Pleased to meet you.” Rochelle holds her breath, praying with both Aedra and Daedra, that this goes fine.

“Hmmmm.” Okay, not bad. “Master Neloth, Master Wizard of House Telvanni.” Colette looks over at Talvas, who tries to introduce himself. However due to the blood rushing to his head he can only manage a few gasps of air. 

“That is Talvas Fathryon, Master Neloth’s apprentice.” 

“Is he going to be okay?” Colette asks. “Perhaps you should let him down, he looks unwell.” Neloth makes a disgruntled noise, saying “The boy is weak, this is true. Fine Talvas, take a break and then we will continue this outside.”  And with that he releases the spell, causing Talvas to fall to the ground. Rochelle is quick to cast a restoration spell in Talvas’s direction, which allows him to get up and introduce himself properly. 

“Ah, wonderful to meet you Colette, I hope your journey here was pleasant. Or at least as pleasant as Solstheim can be.” 

“The journey to the island was long, but I had a wonderful time at the inn last night. The barkeep Geldis was quite delightful.” She turned to Rochelle “what was the name of the establishment again?”

“The Retching Netch.”

“Ah! The Retching Netch! Geldis told me the story behind the name. This place is so fascinating.” Talvas laughs. 

“I imagine it must be quite different from the Imperial City.”

“Oh yes, much quieter, very different weather, but it has a certain charm. I understand why this place appeals to Rochelle.” Master Neloth clears his throat, clearly annoyed. 

“If you’re going to stand around and chat, we might as well have tea.” 

“Right away.” 

Running to the makeshift tea station she set up; going all the way to the kitchen everytime Neloth wanted tea had proved to be inefficient so she just moved the canis root and pot into the main tower. Thankfully there was already some water in the pot, Rochelle places the canis root in and uses a flame spell to heat the water to the precise temperature. As she brings over the cups to Neloth, she sees her sister giving her a puzzled look. Hmmm, she might not being buying it, quick do something wife-like! As she hands the tea to Neloth she says “Here you go dear.”

Neloth raises an eyebrow at her, has he forgotten the plan? But he manages to muster out:

“Thank you.” It is now Talvas’s turn to look shocked, I didn’t know he was capable of that, trying to keep the surprise off his face. Colette declines the tea, choosing instead to begin diving into Rochelle and Neloth’s supposed ‘marriage’. 

“So how long have you and Rochelle been together?” Rochelle answers for him. 

“6 months!” She tries very hard to hold a smile, not letting on that this is one of the most painful things she’s ever done.

“Oh! Very quick to marry then, no judgement on my part though! When it’s the one you just know. What was the ceremony like? Why didn’t you invite the family?”

“Oh it was just a small ceremony here, nothing special. Didn’t want to bother you all with traveling all the way here for something so small; especially with Juillen’s health and all.” 

“Nonsense, I would have come! I’ll just have to make the habit of visiting more in the future.” Colette smiles at her, good good, things are going well. “Now, I know you’ve just married but when can we expect little mages running around?” Rochelle, Neloth and Talvas all spit out their tea. Rochelle’s mind races, oh children oh, i suppose I should have anticipated that question. She begins to feel light-headed. Neloth is the first to speak. 

“Ummm, hmmm, Talvas! We should continue the experiment, we are losing precious time!” He leaves, motioning Talvas to follow him; to which he does, giving Rochelle a half-hearted smile. He is an old bastard, leaving me in the crutch like this. 

“It seems I touched a nerve, no worries, everything happens in time.”

Eager to move on and now that they are alone, Rochelle switches to showing her sister around the Tower. 

“This is where we keep the Spriggions to harvest for sap.” Colette gives her a forced smile. 

“Oh lovely.” Walking her over to the staff enchanting room, she sees her eyes drawn to the Black Book. “Oh my that certainly looks spooky.” Reaching out to touch it, Rochelle intervenes before she can get a chance too. 

“You don’t want to touch that, trust me.” Rochelle sighs, the stress has been getting to her. She felt like she would crack at any moment before Colette arrived, but now? Now she was ready to burst at one more problem. Exiting the staff enchanting room, Rochelle moves towards the arcane enchanter when she hears Neloth yelling. 

“Rochelle! You idiot!” Oh no. Neloth walks towards her, furious. “I tried to eat dinner but all the produce was spoiled. It’s because you forgot the crate last week, if you would have just remembered it initially, we would have had enough time to eat it! Ulves had to make just horker stew! Do you know how terrible only horker stew tastes?” Rochelle looks down, embarrassed that her blunder is going to ruin everything. She mentally counts the seconds before her sister will explode. She makes it to three before Colette yells back. 

“How dare you! Who do you think you are to talk to her like that?” 

“I am Neloth, Master Wizard of House Telvanni and the head of this household!”

“I don’t care about your titles, you are awful” She turns to Rochelle. 

“You can’t seriously want to be here right? Oh Rochelle, he is despicable! He is rude, selfish, and has absolutely no respect for anyone!”

“He can be a bit abrasive, but that’s how he treats everyone, it’s nothing personal. Had Talvas made the same mistake he would be treated the same.” She answers, Colette tears up a bit. 

“Oh, I just want to see you happy!” Rochelle takes a deep breath, might as well let it all out.

“Why can’t you see I am happy, this makes me happy! Being here makes me happy!”

“Being here with him truly makes you happy?”

“Yes! He makes me happy, isn’t that what it’s all about?” Rochelle sighs, her anger leaving her in place of sadness. “Colette, I love you dearly, but I’m not like you. You’re charming and funny, you have a way with people. You move through the world in a way I never will. I much prefer the company of books and this is the only place where I have the freedom to study what I want. No magic nor knowledge is forbidden here.” She gestures to their surroundings “If all you want is for me to be happy, should this not suffice?”

Colette looks around, only her sister could find comfort sleeping in a bedroll on the floor of a giant mushroom, working for a grumpy old wizard to boot. But if she was content here…

“You truly are happy here?”

“Truly” There is a moment of silence between the two sisters before the elder speaks. 

“Then I’m happy” Colette smiles and opens her arms, to which Rochelle gladly enters, embracing her sister in a tight hug. “However…” Colette lets go of her sister to address Neloth, who had been onlooking with Talvas. Pointing a finger right in Neloth’s face, she says “You’ve got to be nicer to the members of your house! Talvas is very kind and you should appreciate him more!” Pausing to take a breath, she continues “And as for my sister, you are so incredibly lucky that she wants to be here! She is one of the brightest mages to ever come out of High Rock and anywhere would be overjoyed to have her working with them! I don’t care who you are in Morrowind but where I’m from we respect each other. The next thing you should learn is manners, perhaps another thing my sister can teach you.”

Colette clears her throat following her rant and ends with “but, my sister is quite fond of you so you must not be all bad. Please make sure no harm comes to her.” 

Talvas shoots Rochelle a look, one that says both By the three I can’t believe she said that! And I wish I got to be the one to say that! Rochelle feels conflicted, on one hand she is surprised that her sister would speak so fondly of her, to Master Neloth no less. Perhaps she had thought too little of her family, maybe they really did pay attention to her work. However, she is worried as Master Neloth is not one to respond well to criticism and she is worried she’ll be thrown out after this. 

But even Master Neloth can be full of surprises.

 “Well then, I will assure no harm befalls your sister.”

“Excellent!” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The remainder of Colette’s visit goes off without a hitch, they explore the island and spend a few nights in Raven Rock, Rochelle introducing her Dunmer friends to her elder sister. After much excitement, she bids farewell to Colette. She is sad to watch her leave, unsure as to when she will see her again; but also afraid of dealing with the fallout with Master Neloth. 

She ponders the future on her way back to Tel Mithryn, she supposed she would pack up her bags and profusely apologize to Neloth; perhaps if she begged enough he would let her stay on as steward, even if she was no longer learning from him. When she gets back to the main Tower, Neloth is waiting for her in front of the levitation shaft. 

“I’m so sorry about all this, I’ll start packing immediately.” She hangs her head low, not wanting to bother him even more. 

“Don’t wallow in self-pity, there’s no use running off.” She’s surprised. “If you’re going to be a true Telvanni you better get used to having a difficult family.” Rochelle smiles at him, I’d like to be a true Telvanni. 

“So, are you really a Master Wizard back in High Rock?” Neloth asks. 

“Yes, I self trained until my teenage years, then I apprenticed under a former instructor from the Arcane University.”

“What did you learn?”

“Well” Rochelle takes a breath “I had a clear aptitude for conjuration so we focused on that, as well as enchantment. However, he also had a keen interest in the writings of Hermaeus Mora.”

“Did he?”

“Yes”

“Here” Neloth says, grabbing the pot and pouring two cups. “Why don’t you tell me about what you learned?” Rochelle gives him a soft smile “It would be my pleasure Master Neloth.”

“Just Neloth is fine.” She grabs one of the cups, taking a sip of the tea. It isa bit watery, but she doesn’t let it show. 

“It would be my pleasure, Neloth.”

[noses-in-winter]

Gnomes Sneezefucking: The Stage Play (18+)

Heyy so I posted this on my own blog but wanted to keep all my recent fics together on this blog, ANWYAY this is a fic about my OC Princess Solara and Opal, @virarushi's asshole gnome OC who I've granted honeymoon rhinitis. This is very 18+, please don't reblog to non-sneeze blogs!

I just posted the follow-up here!

Good thing the floors are thick, Princess Solara thought as her head bumped the headboard in a light but steady rhythm. Otherwise, the whole house would be able to hear the bed rocking with every thrust of Opal’s pelvis. Hell, maybe they already could hear. Maybe each one of her future in-laws knew exactly when Opal and Solara had wobbled into their room after a night of drinking in the hot tub, and knew exactly when Opal came up behind Solara to undo the straps of her bikini, and knew exactly when he eased her onto the mattress to fuck her til her eyes crossed. 

This effect wasn’t entirely thanks to Opal’s own stamina, of course. Every evening with Opal first required a quick little gummy on her part; A magic-based aphrodisiac that made orgasming right along with him an actual possibility. Solara made sure not to mention this to Opal, ever. That simply wasn’t a conversation she was interested in having when she was getting him hot and bothered. Especially since hot and bothered for Opal was always coupled with-- “Hhd’tchuh!” Opal shuddered in her, turning his nose to tuck against his shoulder. He delivered another thrust into Solara despite knowing, just as she did, that he’d be sneezing again in a moment. This was just how things went when Opal was aroused. She’d never known it any other way, not since that first night in the back of his Mercedes when Solara barely had to get his cock in her mouth before he started sniffling. Opal sneezed right through that blowjob, fingers wound in her hair and urging her head closer to him with every sneeze. She didn’t mind; This just made it all the easier to get him as deep in her throat as she could manage.

“Bless--you--” Solara breathed, eyes rolling upward as he got her in just the correct spot with that sneeze. Hooo, this was her favorite part. This was always her favorite part.

His rhythm was knocked askew for a moment as he sneezed again into his shoulder. Even in the moonlight, Solara could see how his nostrils glistened in the aftermath. She breathed out her blessing again, reaching one hand to wind in Opal’s disheveled hair. Solara pushed herself upward as she lay beneath him, nestling her lips just against his ear. She hummed out her secret name for him, the one she only whipped out when he was nearing the end of a particularly sneezy romp around for them. It always got him hornier than anything to remember the title that would be bestowed upon him the minute they married… 

“Prince Opal.” 

He let out a quavering little moan, temple lolling against hers. Opal kept himself steady with one arm and used the other to cup her tit in hand. Oh, he was close. He only ever held her tit when he was horny beyond belief. All she needed was one or two more--

Opal turned his head away from her slightly, aiming this sneeze to the sheets beside her. She shivered with delight at feeling a fine mist dust across her arm. He rocked into Solara again, chin quivering as another sneeze snuck up on him just after. “Hih! Hdtchuhh! IHHdsheuh!” His hand gave her tit an involuntary, but firm and welcomed squeeze with each sneeze. 

Fuck, she loved the double ones, those two that were religiously attached together in the middle of his horny sneezing fits. Solara didn’t even have it in her to bless him at the moment. Her head fell back onto her pillow, thighs shivering around Opal as he quaked in her again. She came with a high moan, one that even the thick mansion floors may not have fully been able to disguise. Opal sniffled just near her ear, making another shaky little moan wind its way out of Solara just after. 

“Opal…” she exhaled slowly, every inch of her tingling as he gave one more thrust into her, and then another, just before--

“HHHDtsheuh!” he sneezed with vigor before gasping just the moment after. Opal’s forehead fell to Solara’s shoulder, remaining there as he bucked against her, riding out the orgasm at hand. He panted, hand falling away from Solara’s breast so it could support him. A moment later, he eased himself out of her but remained leaning over Solara. She reached down between them, fingers curling around his cock to give it a few finalizing rubs. He gave one pleased little exhale and rolled over on the bed, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. 

Solara wasted no time in rolling on her side, scooting close to Opal. She nestled her nose against his neck in just the spot she knew he liked, making him shiver with the touch. She didn’t speak yet. There was always one lingering—

“Huhuhh…!” 

There. 

“IhhdTCH!” he sneezed into a curled fist, aiming somewhat away from Solara in his tipsy, post-orgasmic haze. She bit her lip to keep back a giggle as her head bounced on his shoulder. The last thing she wanted was for Opal to think for a moment that she was laughing at him. She knew he could get irritated with his honeymoon rhinitis and didn’t want to tack on any extra annoyances on top of it. 

There we are, Solara thought with a comfortable sigh, closing her eyes as she placed a kiss just at his jawline. “Bless you,” she whispered, trailing one finger along his bicep and forearm. 

Opal took in one dragging sniffle. His eyes closed as he gave his head a shallow shake, leaning into Solara’s nuzzling. He wrapped both arms around her after a moment of collecting himself. His nose nestled in her hair, the bridge crinkling as he continued to sniffle. 

“Thanks,” he breathed, eyes sliding slut behind foggy lenses. Solara’s heart jumped in her throat with delight at his stuffy voice. She tried to play it cool, not wanting to seem over enthused. 

“You’re welcome,” she chose to simply whisper, setting a kiss along his jawline. She snuggled into Opal’s embrace, looping one leg across his thigh. Using two fingers, Solara trailed her hand along Opal’s chest and down his side. Just as she expected, he shuddered and squirmed as she tickled one of his most sensitive spots. Opal valiantly tried to cover up an almost-snort of laughter. 

This almost-snort, apparently, triggered that runny nose that always came after an orgasm for him. Keeping one arm around Solara, Opal used the other to reach for the small pile of handkerchiefs that Solara always set nearby before they had sex. He brought the top handkerchief, one-handedly, down to his nose to sniffle into. After apparently failing to make much of an impact on his nose’s current state, Opal gently nudged Solara to ease her off of his chest. She didn’t question it and sat up, allowing Opal the chance to sit up as well. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and removed his glasses, setting them on top of the handkerchief pile. He raised the cloth to his nose and blew it, creating a low gurgling sound that made Solara’s heart flutter in her chest. 

Solara lay back down in bed as Opal tended to his nose. She reached to his warm back and began to rub ginger circles into the area just above his tailbone. Opal went through one more handkerchief before he was done, letting out a slow and tired breath. 

“Okay…” he murmured, getting back in bed with Solara. She snuggled up into his arms immediately and closed her eyes, relishing in the ticklish feeling of his goatee brushing her forehead. “Done for the night.” 

“You’re sure?” she teased, trailing a hand down to lightly stroke his cock. It twitched in response, but was still too sensitive to get hard again. “I’d go again if you wanted. Didn’t you have fun?” 

Opal huffed out a half yawn, half chuckle. “Did have fun, but also quite tired of sneezing.” 

Solara fought a happy little squirm. She hummed fondly and gave Opal’s cock a little trace with her index finger. “You wore yourself out…” she cooed. “Prince Opal.” 

He sniffled, eyebrows knitting slightly as he looked to his nose in annoyance. He scrunched it to the side, and that seemed to chase off a tickle for the moment. Opal seemed conflicted for a moment as Solara continued to stroke him. She recognized the thought process in his eyes and knew he was debating whether or not another orgasm was worth a sneezing fit.

As always, the odds were in her favor.

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Love ya.

Numbeeeeers 😍 Thank you, sweetheart 🤓

3- Pick a Sis’ to be your Sis’! June or Bea? 

Bea, I think. I'm not sure how to explain it with words, but I think I like her quiet vibes better for a family member? June would be the cool friend or something.

4- If you could keep only the book or only the movie, which one would you choose?

The movie. It might have everything to do with the fact that I saw the movie before reading the book but even if they both have flaws, the movie is more efficient for me.

9- If you had to delete the entire movie but one scene, which scene would you save?  

I'd save the New Year Eve. I like Alex and Henry's energies in this scene, they're very cute and funny and drunk!Alex is an absolute delight to watch (in every way).

16- Pick a line and/or a quote for each:

-You have to sell the book/movie to someone who doesn't know anything about it.

Who the hell wrote this question???

Oh it was easy, actually.

I knew it has to be a Zahra line. And one of her very first is actually perfect.

"You can hate prince Harry all you want, but the minute you see a camera, you better act like the sun shines out of his ass and you have a vitamin D deficiency."

It's efficient, you have both the humor and the ennemies to lovers plot so it's perfect.

-The quote that makes you the most emotional.

The Thisbe/Pyramus note would be my pick but it's not an original quote so...

"Sería una mentira, porque no sería él"

I like a lot of things about this line. The Spanish, what it says about not wanting someone to be a secret, about the kind of bullshit you hear about bisexuality and how it speaks about Alex's feelings.

-A quote/line that could be a life lesson to you.

I have two from the same scene.

I like A LOT, the "I'm allowed" from Henry because it's SO IMPORTANT to hear. To hear that even if you're talking to someone you madly love and who is madly in love with you, you're allowed to self-preservation and you should. Think of yourself first and not be ready to sacrifice everything for love without a second thought. Hearing that kind of thought in a romcom actually made me very happy. + I like how Nick delivered that line.

The second one feels like it should cancel to first one but, like always, I like the idea of finding balanced between the two :

"Nothing will ever happen to you. But Henry, nothing will ever happen to you."

17- Who is more in love with the other? Alex or Henry? (we know they’re both equally in love and idiots, just entertain your audience with some arguments to feed the international debate).

Pretty much agreeing with you on the answer here. Their love is very different, but I think Henry would win the debate overall. I haven't enough brain cells left today to justify with smart words but i know he would. Which probably also means Henry is the less balanced/healthy (for himself, mostly) in the relationship. Hopefully, as the fictional time goes on and on, he would be able to work on some of the issues.

18- You have to get a RWRB tattoo (either because you want one or because someone is threatening you and you have to get one to save your life). What do you choose? It can be anything! 

My first (and only) idea so far would be a tiny turkey in a very simple style.

Something like this, but cuter and very tiny (barely an inch). The scene is hilarious, I like their energies there (kind of like the new year eve) and mostly, it kind be linked to other things in my life, so it would be a ok tattoo. (i won't do it tho 😂)

💜

All the questions here!

[queenoftheboard]

I absolutely take him with me and that means pulling Genesis by his coat bcs we two are slow and lazy. I drag him across into Eirene smiling proudly. Okay we are here, we can talk, listen, I love doing plotting with you - okay I am slow af but who is not haha …. - NO BUT I love writing with you about them because they have this oh yes mmm insane contrast with each other before and even after. You are great and I love writing with you. Your Eirene is wonderful, every day I hold her gently in my hands saying that she is the best loved…. SHE HAS SO MUCH AMAZING PERSONALITY IN HER THANKS TO YOU !!!!! Please gib food on her as often as possible because this is my favorite Eirene food on dash that I will accept ;w;

♕ how's my portrayal? . accepting

A double treat from Sentis & Genesis? I just must thank you for this from the bottom of my heart (and Eirene's - she likes to pretend she doesn't have one, but oh she does; and it's always fun to bring all these emotions to the surface, haha).

But yes! I know we are working on getting our plotting off the ground (and please always take as long as you need!), but the contrast there is so good! Someone who loses control of its own destiny versus someone who seizes it; the power of emotions compared to the strength of logic; the friendly tones of a former dalliance juxtaposed to people on opposite sides of an assignment!

There is just so much potential to set things on fire and I love it! But also - thank you so much for the gentle hugs and words of encouragement? I know I love this chess-obsessed, Targaryen-like queen a whole lot, but I am so thankful she comes across as more than just chess metaphors and business talks because that's the best part of crafting a muse! I'm always delighted to hear she feels human and like a real person rather than a two-dimensional Mary Sue antagonist or a robot (sorry Labyrinth).

Please note that I feel strongly about Genesis too, and I love that you are working on him to be more than just the flamboyant poet quoting Loveless left and right; these are important things to him just as chess & winning are to Eirene, but he's not reduced to it and I am always vibrating when a lovely portrayal of my favorite 1st Class (or Sinner poet hehe) appears on the dash and you deliver just that!

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Lost Boys chapters 7 & 8

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Chapter 7

He leaned his face slowly closer to mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. One inch closer and his lips were going to touch mine …

Chapter 7 summary: Joe is obviously hella confused about what’s going on, which doesn’t exactly help this book right now. Mum takes charge and puts her coat over him. The old ladies encourage Joe to come over and hold his hand, and when she does, she gets this intense tingling sensation. Then the old ladies convince mum that she has to take Tristan in, so she and Joe help to get him back to their house. 

After they’ve gone, a mysterious figure shows up in the cemetery. He looks around, is like “Something is not right!” and then leaves. I guess we needed to have an actual problem. 

Back home with Tristan, mum fusses over the boy, and is anxious about his fever. After a moment, Joe feels so sick that she runs upstairs to the toilet, where she vomits profusely. Her mum tells her to go back downstairs, because she’s going to take both of them to the ER. However, when Joe gets near Tristan again, she feels a lot better. He also seems less feverish. She tells her mum about this, who is like “THIS MIGHT AS WELL HAPPEN, TOO!” 

Joe then has a bizarre dream where a weird goth chick is like “You need to leave! RIGHT NOW!” When she wakes up, she finds that she’s cuddled up on the sofa with Tristan. He wakes up, and is delighted that his body is in a lot of pain… It’s so much better than not feeling anything, ever. He’s also amazed at how he can touch her now, and they’re already really close because they fell asleep on the sofa. 

Chapter 8

Typical of my mother: whenever she needed to cope with stressful situations, she went shopping!

So earlier in the book, Joe told the readers that they never had any money. I assumed that it was because mum couldn’t find an appropriate job until she landed this legal team job… Which was confusing to me, because if she’s a lawyer, shouldn’t she have plenty of job opportunities? But if she’s nothing but a paralegal… Why would a law firm be interested in her moving to a different state simply to have her? 

But this… I’m starting to understand. Their lack of money was probably due to the fact that mummy-dearest is a shopaholic. 

“You know, if I hadn’t witnessed the whole thing, I would have never believed it,” my mom said thoughtfully. 

“I’m trying not to think about it. It’s too surreal,” I mumbled.

I can’t say that I’ve ever encountered a book where the human parent(s) were in the loop about the supernatural love interest. 

“Thanks, Mom.” I knew I could always count on my mom. She was the best!

You know what would make this great? GIVING THE MOTHER A FUCKING NAME. 

She’s such an important supporting character, and yet… Her name isn’t “mother”!

Adorable was definitely NOT the description that came to my mind. Smoking hot was more like it. 

[...]

…my mom said, beckoning him to the table and turning to me, mouthing a silent “Oh My God”. I shook my head in despair. I would never hear the end of this!

I rescind my earlier comment about teen pregnancy being unlikely in this series. 

“We did some research into the Gray family tree – as much as we were able, at such short notice.”

Ah yes, the totally unique family name of Gray. Never seen that surname before! It was super easy to find out more info about their ancestors only knowing the names of two (living) members of the family, and nothing else!

*Note: all of the ancestry websites I’m familiar with block out the info of anybody living to protect their privacy. But, you can buy people’s records online… But I think something like a birth certificate would take time for the info to be delivered to you. So I feel like there’s no way that they actually did this. The author has clearly never actually done genealogy research before. 

“We’ll figure something out about your history. We can say you’re Joey’s cousin, or something like that.”

Sailor Moon cousins, more like. 

“Joe, dear. I talked to Rose, to your mom…”

FUCKING FINALLY. 

And I was due to go to school on Monday. What was I going to do now?

Chapter 8 summary: Joe’s mum, Rose, comes barging in before any hanky-panky can happen. She’d gone shopping, and obviously got clothes for Tristan. While he’s changing, Rose tries to ask Joe about what happened, but both of them are clueless. 

After they finish eating, Ms. Violet comes over. She says she happened to do some genealogical research into the family, and found some witch blood. Joe doesn’t think that this is right, but then Rose and Violet bring up how Joe “simply knows” other people’s emotions. Violet says that they accidentally cast a spell last night. Which is really something, considering that most of the books I’ve read, the intention has to be pretty set. One does not accidentally bring a boy back to life in the same way that one doesn’t accidentally make a pizza. 

Violet starts poking at Tristan in the hopes of uncovering something on his end. He swears up and down that he didn’t intend to do anything, but then gets upset and storms out. Joe follows after him, and the two of them talk about her empathic reading abilities; she lies and tells him that she can’t do it all the time. 

Ms. Violet comes out and apologises for earlier; she says that she was trying to get a read on him. She sends him back in, before she turns to Joe and warns her to be careful and not to get too close to Tristan. That yes, they have this bond where they can’t be separated, but that it could be dangerous. 

[erensfeed]

the love and deepspace four read some thirst tweets. | hcs

featuring: rafayel, sylus, zayne and xavier.

warnings: some mild ? not so tiny suggestive comments (sfw)

note: PLS i know yall are TIRED of me and my hcs. but i promise real fics are otw.

also this was a teensy request so thank you to my pookie anon

rafayel.

would genuinely read thirst tweets like the morning newspaper if it was left to him.

lives for his fans being unhinged. they ALL match his freak so he’s never really weirded out.

buzzfeed got him reading thirst tweets today (again)

“hey it’s rafayel and today i'll be diving into some of your thirst tweets ;)”

the first tweet? doesn't even flinch at it.

makes a big show of clearing his throat, just to end up reading it in his head with a knowing smile at the wait before actually letting everyone hear.

ོrafayelsservant: bro Rafayel or his character can paint me any day. or on me. whatever works for him.

his fans = his kind of people. they’re thirsty? he’s thirstier.

“hmmm,” a smirk formed, two fingers on his lips as he never took his eyes off the tweet. “why not both?”

mumbled something about how he would never reject a new canvas ??

?????

running a hand through his hair, he delivered a finishing blow.

“we’d have plenty of reasons to be messy.”

ོpumpiumpi: i have a whole pinterest board for rafayel’s sexy abs and esp his v line in that one clip 🤤

“you have no idea what acknowledging the abs just did to me.”

said he was gonna post a shirtless pic on his story for that.

next tweet asked if he would ever sleep with a fan.

“uh — wouldn't you?”

ended the video by saying to ‘keep em coming’.

sylus.

his fav type of interview.

has a knack for making even the most innocent line sound suggestive.

has deranged fans that need help him.

casually suggests hanging out with them but always keeps it lighthearted and playful, never crossing the line.

ོfirstamendmentuser: i’m not kidding when i say sylus’ face and voice could melt literal icebergs. i see him on screen and i’m like, “YESS keep talking DADDYYYGT.”

delightful laughter grew as he read the last sentence.

“oh no,” he murmured, a wicked grin forming. “i better be careful then.”

gesturing to his face he added;

“too much of this and we might end up with major unwanted climate change.”

found the tweet to heart it later.

felt like some tweets would be from guys.

he was right.

ོsomeonesomeone: look I’m a straight guy, but if Sylus asked me to take him out to dinner, I’d definitely say yes.

quietly chuckled to himself as he read that.

“well in that case,” he said, turning the tweet paper in his hand “just pick a place, and i’ll show up hungry.”

then he added; “just know I expect dessert after.”

the person who made the tweet made a video on TikTok revealing himself and that ever since that response, he had been questioning everything.

he now has a successful fan page for sylus ?? (bye)

someone once plainly said they just needed him to call them sweetie if he ever came across their tweet.

‘consider it done sweetie.’

LOVES responding sentences with double meanings.

once shrugged and responded that he’d ‘do anything for his fans.’

still hasn’t explained what he meant by that.

… probably doesn’t plan on doing that anytime soon.

zayne.

shy freaky prince

takes a deep breath before diving in, failing to hide his deepening smile as he does so.

thirst everythings about him honestly make him smile, but he tries to act all composed.

purposely reads certain tweets in a monotone voice for fun.

similar to zayne, his character in a way. but more of a serve in reactions (does this make sense ple)

his fans fight urges to be fully freaky to him since they fear weirding him out.

they don’t know he actually deeply finds their wild energy endearing instead.

read a tweet once that was all over the place.

“… that’s one way to put it.”

intentionally reads emojis sometimes.

“how can anyone not like zayne he’s so soft kissy face emoji, blue heart emoji.”

smiling, he appreciated the compliment and thanked them.

ོonychinusmistress: i would ruin my sleep schedule even more if it means i get the chance to date zayne.

“sometimes i barely keep my own sleep schedule in check.” zayne chuckled. “but, if suffering together is your love language, then how could i refuse your way of showing your affection.”

prefers to keep things pg though he’d reaally love to say more.

doesn’t though. is it cause he’s shy? we dunno.

next tweet comes up.

“UGHHH” (he read this in a flat tone) “i just want zayne to hit me across the face with my textbooks so that i focus on studying for my exams.”

his expression here was like the perfect blend of amused and worried because his eyebrows kept furrowing each time he tried to answer.

“you know,” he finally found the words to say. “although violence isn’t my style, i really do appreciate your dedication to learning.”

keeps up the gentleman act, but he’s not above keeping fans on their toes when he feels it.

someone once said they were only 10% sure he could go rounds. and even then they doubted he was that kinda guy.

“well, you’re 100% in for a surprise”

xavier.

the real shy freaky prince that’s really not so shy deep down.

sometimes so soft spoken when reading, you’d wonder why people make such comments toward him.

reads them with this innocent look beforehand and acts flustered.

it’s a facade — he’s more into the know than the other three.

pretends he doesn’t know each hidden and deep meaning of everything said to and about him.

his go-to line? ‘i’m not quite sure what that means… ’ (he wants more tweets with details LMAOOO)

sometimes actually gives off cute oblivious sounding responses. (on purpose)

first few tweets were fluffy.

how he’d be good at hugs, how he’s so bunny coded, perfect sleepy sweet comfy tall boyfriend blah blah blah

he was not here for all that.

WHERE WERE THE SPLASHY SENTIMENTS?

the aquatic appeals. the craving chronicles. the parched posts. the yearning yarns.

“some of these aren’t actually that thirsty.” he actually said.

that was supposed to be in his head.

nervously chuckled almost immediately after realizing he never meant to say that out loud.

“not that i… want to see thirsty tweets over me of course.”

…

before reading out loud, his eyes continued scanning this one tweet he pulled out.

glancing at the production team he asked, “am i really allowed to read this out loud?”

“yes”

“….“ ( ummm this was what he was looking for hello)

after a few forced hesitations, he finally mustered the courage to read it.

ོninamin: i need xavier to shoot something milky, way up my deepspace while he makes me see stars ☹️

narrowed his gaze before he slowly pressed his lips together.

didn’t know where to start. nor how to react. (yes he did)

could’ve broke the act and replied in 4160 dirty ways.

but he didn’t.

says ‘i see’ instead.

“i want to be worried,” he added, eyes still never leaving the tweet. “but the creativity is stopping me from feeling worried.”

‘why is that?’ one of the members asked behind the camera.

“it feels like a genre of poetry.”

never forgot this tweet in particular.

right after that, another one where he could finally subtly respond suggestively came through.

ོneptunelibra: xavier if you see this, if you ever need oral suppor— i mean… moral support. or both actually… im just a dm away.

he chuckled, shaking his head like he didn’t think this was his overall favorite.

“noted. i’ll gladly take all the support i can get from you.”

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[denkospice]

You know me, I'm a sucker for prompts that give me brain tingles. This time, the delightful @lemonspacecandy delivered unto me a list, so now I'm making scripts of all of them~

This one actually started as another prompt entirely, but it ended up going in a way I didn't expect!

I do love it, though. 💋

Script text below~

Easy now, (term of endearment). You can rest a moment. Though I do appreciate the enthusiasm.

I dare say, you’re getting better at this. You wouldn’t happen to be taking any particular lessons from someone else, would you?

Oh, come now, you know I only tease you because I love you. Besides, I’d only be jealous if you didn’t let me watch.

But thank you, flatterer. I’m sure that silver tongue of yours does get you into many’s good graces. As well as into…

Other things, of course.

Of course I’m being serious. I don’t think it’s that hard to see that you have a way with words.

After all, you swept Me off my feet, didn’t you?

And now I get to hear that sweet mouth of yours say the most delightfully provocative things I think I’ve ever heard.

And I do mean that as a compliment, (term of endearment).

Mhm! I mean every word I say.

The things you say to me in moments like these are the sweetest things I’ve ever heard. 

It’s why I always tell you to never, ever cover that pretty mouth of yours. Unless, you’re covering it with mine.

I’ll never get tired of hearing the things you say to me. I’m absolutely, undeniably addicted.

So please, don’t ever stop. 

If you do… I’ll have to do something about it.

Maybe I’ll just have to stitch your mouth full of strings and make you, hm?

My sexy little puppet.

background and image edits done by @EbahZeb on Twitter

[bradshawsbaby]

A Surprise Gift (Rooster x Wife!Reader)

Author’s Note: I’ve really been enjoying writing these little headcanons/imagines about married life with Rooster! Feel free to send me an ask if there are any particular scenarios you’d like to see.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of sex (nothing explicit).

- As soon as you saw it on Facebook Marketplace, you knew you had to buy it.

- It was nothing too fancy. A used walnut Yamaha piano, promised by the seller to be in good condition. Still, it was worth splurging for it with some of the money you had left over from the wedding and your most recent birthday. You had the perfect spot for it in the apartment and you knew Bradley would love it.

- You arranged to have it delivered on a day you knew he’d be at training exercises, just to ensure he wouldn’t surprise you by coming home early.

- “Text me when you’re almost home,” you message him after it gets delivered, wanting to have a heads up so that you can meet him at the door.

- “Sure thing, Mrs. B 😘” is the text you get in response.

- When Rooster does arrive home, you’re waiting at the apartment door, bouncing on your heels in excitement. You just can’t help it.

- “What’s that look for, baby doll?” Rooster laughs, bending down to kiss you in greeting. “You got a surprise for me in there?”

- “Actually, I do,” you tell him with a playful smirk, giving him a chance to drop his bags inside the entryway before covering his eyes with your hands and leading him towards the living room.

- You’d had the piano set in the corner of the room, right near the windows. That way, Bradley could have a nice view whenever he played. You knew the view would always be perfect as far as you were concerned, so long as he was sitting there.

- “What is it? You’re making me nervous,” Rooster teases you, feigning impatience as he crosses his arms over his chest.

- “Alright, alright, Lieutenant. Patience is a virtue,” you laugh, stopping him in the center of the room. “Surprise!” you finally exclaim, pulling your hands away from his eyes.

- He’s quiet as he stands there, and for a moment you worry that maybe he doesn’t like it as much as you’d thought he would. Maybe he thinks it’s an unnecessary expense.

- As you walk around to look at him, however, you see the emotion playing out on his face as he stares at the piano. There are tears shining in his eyes and his throat tightens, as if he’s trying not to cry.

- You touch his hand and he immediately looks down at you and takes you into his arms, kissing you deeply. “Thank you,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

- “You’re welcome,” you whisper back, cradling his face in your hands. “Play something for me,” you add with a smile.

- “What would you like to hear, Mrs. Bradshaw?” Rooster asks with an indulgent smile as he takes a seat at the piano bench.

- “You know my favorite,” you tell him, leaning against the piano and grinning down at him.

- The apartment fills with the sound of your delighted laughter as he begins to sing the familiar, but beloved tune. “You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain…”

- By the time he gets to, “Kiss me, baby,” your arms are already around him and you press a playful kiss to his cheek. When he hits, “Got to tell this world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine,” he pulls you down onto his lap, which makes you laugh even more.

- “Hmm, maybe now I can finally get those piano lessons I’ve been begging for,” you joke as he nuzzles your neck tenderly.

- “Oh, playing piano is real easy. You just have to…” Rooster grabs your hands and laughingly bangs them against the piano keys. His antics cause another delighted burst of laughter to bubble up out of your mouth.

- “God, I love that laugh, darling,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

- “And I love you,” you reply, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and kissing him softly. “I’m glad you like the piano.”

- “I don’t like it, I love it,” Rooster tells you, pressing an affectionate kiss to the back of your hand. “Just like I love you.”

- Rooster shows you just how grateful he is as he kisses you again and lifts you up into his arms. Setting you down on top of the piano, he nudges your legs open and pushes your sundress up, which causes your breath to catch pleasantly in your throat. As his head moves between your legs, your fingers buried in his hair, you can tell that he’s very grateful indeed.

- The two of you make love against that piano on many occasions, making it one of your favorite fixtures in the apartment. It doesn’t hurt that you get to watch your handsome husband sit at the bench most nights and play your favorite songs.

- Rooster does eventually give you some real piano lessons, though you tease him endlessly about the way he has you sit on his lap while he’s teaching you.

- “I didn’t know that professional piano instructors kiss their students’ necks while they’re practicing,” you always laugh.

- “They don’t, but professional aviators with beautiful wives definitely do,” Rooster responds with a chuckle, kissing you again until piano lessons are the last thing on your mind.

- You make sure to leave a very positive review on Facebook Marketplace, considering that piano is definitely one of the best purchases you’ve ever made.