#ravioli ravioli i have been summoned

[thor-is-trans-and-pan-he-told-me]

I was deleting some old last wish stuff and I completely forgot the deathwish fandom had a weird hate boner for vida like huh ?? 😭

wait really??? does the fandom hate her that much??

like if its like the 'my way of life' version of life then yeah i get it shes not the best person even though(tbc i haven't read the fic in a while especially since i lost in the fandom) i'm pretty sure the point of her character was to be complex and be messy and generally human even shes not lmao

honestly female characters and mlm shipping have never really had a good relationship like the female character is usually always seen as like being in the way of the male characters getting together or is turned into an arrogant narcissistic bitch who no one likes/generally character assainated(i've read a lot of fanfics that do this it irks me so much like NO DON'T DO MY GIRL SARA LIKE THAT)

tldr;i am both shocked and yet not surprised at the same time at the hate

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

silly little fic of my oc

tw for mentions of suicide, death, abuse, neglect, r@pe, etc (there's a lot going on)

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Ravioli sighed, rubbing her temples. Today was one of the days she hated most; a day where everyone was out except her. Sure, she could listen to music or a podcast or even an audiobook, but couldn’t be bothered to search around her room for them. 

Usually there would be at least one person other than her in the villa, usually Giorno, but he was out on a date with Fugo, his little boyfriend. Ravioli scoffed at the thought. Mista was home quite a lot too, but he had been sent out on a mission to go take care of a local drug dealer that had been found out by Giorno. Not even Bôa was home, having been sent out on a mission with Mista. 

Ravi swore under her breath, standing up and grabbing her white cane. She’d kill Bôa if he tried anything with Mista, damnit. She didn’t care how good of a friend he was; she’d still kill him for trying to get with her boyfriend. 

After a few minutes of walking and narrowly avoiding running into walls, Ravioli reached what was supposed to be Bruno’s room. She entered silently and closed the door behind her, sitting on what was supposed to be his bed. 

“Bruno?” A twelve year old Ravioli had asked, sitting in bed with a young boy, no less than a year older than her. “What do you look like?” 

Bruno smiled, despite knowing she couldn’t see it. “Well, my hair is a black bob, and I’m wearing a white suit with black dots on it. Also, I have blue eyes.” 

The girl rested her head on his shoulder. “Like sky blue?” 

Bruno chuckled, shaking his head. “I think my father told me they were a deep ocean blue, but my mother said they looked like sapphires.” 

Ravioli hummed in response, holding onto him tightly. “I wish I had blue eyes. They must be so pretty.” 

Snapping back out of her thoughts, Ravioli shook her head. She could hear the squeaks of her Stand and realised she musted summoned them when she had zoned out. No Surprises stood on the bed around her, making soft squeaking noises until she called them back. 

Lifting her hand up to rub her eyes, she felt a familiar wetness. Ah, she must’ve been crying again. Of course she was. 

If Bruno was here, he would’ve hugged her and wiped away her tears, but he had been dead for months. The first person that had ever really cared about her was gone, and she couldn’t do anything about it. 

Swallowing back a sob, Ravioli stood up and grit her teeth, grabbing her cane tightly and leaving the room. She hated being like this; forcing her sadness into anger and forcing it out on others, but she couldn’t help it. It was how she had always dealt with trauma, bottling it up and turning it into anger was just how she learnt to protect herself. 

“Papa?” The 4 year old girl’s voice called out, backing into a corner as her parents approached her with a knife and a large bottle of bleach. 

“Stay still, Rio, mama and papa need to do this so we can get money,” her mother spoke in a sickly-sweet voice, her ruby eyes set on the bright red eyes of her daughter. 

Rio backed away in fear, until she hit the wall. She whimpered as her father gripped her tightly, then held her against the floor so she’d stay still. 

Screams were heard as Rio’s mother stabbed at both her eyes, then poured bleach into them afterwards. They took shards of glass and embedded them in her skin, as well as her eyes, before beating her senseless. The took the girl to the hospital, claiming that she had been in the car with a bottle of bleach, when another car rammed into theirs. 

Rio stayed in the hospital for a few days, but had been permanently blinded from the cuts and the bleach. She was quieter since that day, and could hardly trust anyone, even those she wanted to trust. 

Ravioli snapped out of it as she heard the front door open, quickly heading to the front room to greet whoever came home. 

“Hey, Ravi!” She heard Mista’s voice call out, and she sighed. 

“Hi Mista. Hey Bôa,” She greeted, as Mista walked up to her and hugged her tightly. “Have fun?” 

“Mista got shot again!” Bôa yelled, presumably leaving to his room. Ravioli groaned, smelling the blood on her boyfriend. 

“God damnit… Again?” She sighed. 

“He had a gun! What was I supposed to do, dodge?” Mista asked, letting go of Ravi and crossing his arms dramatically. 

Ravioli just scoffed, before calling out her No Surprises. The puffball like Stands stood around Mista, bouncing and making squeaking sounds, as Mista’s wounds healed. Ravioli winced, feeling smaller versions of his wounds appear on her skin. 

“And you have a stand, and also a gun,” she counters, after healing him. “And stop touching my Stand! I can feel that too, you know!” 

Mista pouted, letting go of one of the No Surprises. “You’re no fun. Anyway, wanna go to my room and take a nap or something?” 

Sighing again, the blind girl nodded her head, letting Mista pick her up and carry her to his room. 

“Let go!” The girl screamed, trying to claw herself out of the grasp of the large man. 

“Calm down, kid. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said, locking the door to his shitty, rundown apartment as they entered. The man set her down on his couch, before sitting next to her. “You’re Rio Romeo, yes?” 

Rio nodded her head, shaking. “What do you want?” 

“My name is Risotto Nero, you can trust me,” Risotto ignored her question. “How old are you, Rio?” 

Rio hesitated, before answering. “… 11. But I’m turning 12 next week, so it doesn’t count!” 

Risotto chuckled, moving his dark purple hair out of his face to look at the girl in front of him. “I don’t suppose you can tell, but air hair is similar. My hair is purple, like yours, just darker. In fact, people could mistake us for family. We both have the same dark skin, too.” 

Rio looked up in the direction of his voice, confused and scared. “W-what?” 

“Don’t worry about it. You’re on a run from the police, aren’t you?” Risotto asked her calmly. 

Rio just nodded her head, not wanting to speak. 

“I can get them off your trail.” 

“… Ravi?? Didja fall asleep with your eyes open or something?” Mista’s voice rang out, causing Ravioli to shake her head. 

“I’ve just been out of it today, fuck off,” She scowled, to which Mista playfully threw her on his bed. 

Ravioli grunted, rolling onto her side as Mista took his shoes off, then got on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend tightly. Mista mumbled a few words, before immediately falling asleep. 

Ravioli sighed and closed her eyes, despite knowing that only nightmares would await her when she fell asleep. 

Rio yelped as another one of her cousins pushed her around, causing her to fall on the floor. “Wow, Rio! You’re just as weak as last year!” 

She remembered them laughing at her, while she couldn’t do anything but try to stand. Rio had been abused and neglected her whole life, she was incredibly malnourished by this point, and weaker and smaller than an 11 year old girl should be. 

Rio managed to get on her feet, sneaking away to the kitchen. She was planning on finding a snack, but her hand landed on a kitchen knife. Rio paused, holding the knife for a few moments, feeling an immense rage light in her. 

She was sick of this shit. 

“Oh Rio~! We weren’t done with you-“ The moment her cousin touched her shoulder, she turned and stabbed the knife through his chest, before slashing his neck. Screams rang out through the house, though they weren’t hers this time. 

“R-Rio?!” Rio heard her aunt’s voice call out, likely in shock at the 4 dead children laying in front of her. It didn’t take her long to realise that the small, weak, and blind Rio had killed her cousins. 

Rio lunged in the direction of her aunt’s voice, remembering the times her aunt had stripped Rio of her clothes, then touched her wherever she could reach. Rio never like or wanted that, and it happened anyway. She stabbed her aunt in the neck, listening to the loud thud as she fell to floor. 

Rio silently stalked to where she knew her parents were. She was dirty and covered in blood, though none of it was her own. 

They didn’t know what was coming until Rio heard a high-pitched scream as she stabbed someone in the neck. That was her mother’s scream, meaning she had just killed her father. Rio didn’t waste any time in killing her mother, too. 

And for the first time in years, the house was silent. Rio grabbed knife and cleaned herself off with water from the kitchen sink, then ran like her life depended on it. 

And it did. 

“What do mean you can help me?” Rio asked timidly, listening to Risotto speak. 

“You killed 7 people at a Christmas party, that’s impressive. You could be valuable,” Risotto continued, placing his hand on her shoulder. “I want you to join Passione, or otherwise known as simply ‘the mafia.’ You’d have to change your name first, of course. My name isn’t actually Risotto Nero, I had to change it to get the cops off my trail, too.” 

Rio blinked, frozen in her seat. “Huh?” 

“Do you want to join Passione?” Hesitantly, Rio nodded her head. “Good, now choose a new name. It can be anything you want.” 

Rio though for a moment, before speaking quietly. “… Ravioli Salsa. If you chose a food, I want to be named after a food, too.” 

Risotto chuckled, patting her head. “Alright then, Ravioli. I’ll take you to Polpo to start the test.” 

Ravioli’s eyes shot open, only be greeted with a dark blur. She didn't move. Ravi could feel Mista’s arms around her waist, and at some point, during their nap, he had tangled his legs with hers. She felt the vibrations of his snores on her back, which were already audible enough. 

Ravi sighed, pulling herself out of his grasp. She could hear talking from a few rooms across, which meant Giorno and Fugo must’ve come back from their date. 

Ravioli remembered the first time she met Fugo, back when she was 17. Bruno had brought him home, and at first, she despised him. He took Bruno’s attention away from her, which she hated.  

“… How old are you even?” She scoffed, sitting next to Fugo. 

“I’m 14,” He answered plainly, eying Ravioli curiously. 

She felt a bit of sympathy, considering that he was just a kid, but soon got up and left. 

Later that night, she awoke as she heard someone enter her room. 

“… Fugo?” She yawned, noting that the footsteps were too light to be Bruno’s. 

She could hear Fugo’s breath hitch in his throat, as if he wasn’t expecting her to wake up. Ravioli sat up, sighing. “What do you want? It’s late.” 

Fugo gulped, taking a few steps closer to her bed. “C- can I sleep in your bed..?” 

His voice was shaking, as if he was holding back tears. He sounded scared, meaning he probably had a nightmare of some sort. 

Ravioli, after a moment of silence, nodded her head and moved over to make room. “Did you have a nightmare?” 

Fugo stared in shock that she was actually letting him in her bed, and he quickly climbed in next to Ravioli, though he made sure to keep his distance. Fugo mumbled a weak “yeah” to Ravioli’s question, as he made himself comfortable. 

Ravioli laid back down, not knowing what to say. She had never had to comfort someone like this before, this was new. “… do you want to talk about it?” 

Fugo was silent for a moment, before he spoke. “It was more of a… of a memory than a dream.” 

Ravioli felt a pang of sympathy. She knew that feeling all too well. 

“When… when I was 13 my professor… he…” Fugo choked out, clearly trying not to cry. 

“Raped you?” Ravioli finished, feeling as though she knew where this was going. She heard the sound of Fugo nodding his head against the fabric of the pillow. 

“Yeah… that. The second time he tried to do it… I beat him to death with an encyclopaedia,” Fugo managed to say, his voice cracking as he let out a sob. 

Ravioli sighed, shifting slightly. “My aunt did the same thing to me.” 

She could hear the boy pause, croaking out a quiet “you too?” 

Ravi nodded, humming. “I was 10 the first time.” 

“… did you learn to overcome it?” Fugo asked, his voice slightly raspy. Ravioli hesitated. 

“No. I just try not to think about it,” she confessed to him. “Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.” 

“Will you ever find a way to forget it?” Fugo asked. Ravioli chuckled quietly. 

“No, that sort of thing is hard to forget. I doubt either of us will learn to forget something like that,” she shook her head. 

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound being the subtle snoring coming from Bruno’s room. Fugo rolled onto his side, and Ravioli felt him gently grab her arm. She remained silent, letting the kid hold on to her for comfort. She couldn’t judge him, not after all those nights she had spent clinging to Bruno for comfort. 

A knock on the bedroom door caused Ravioli to stand up, grabbing her cane. Judging by how the knock was gentle, she assumed it was Giorno. 

“Rav?” She was right, Giorno’s voice called out as she walked to the door and opened it. 

“I’m here, Giogio,” Ravioli yawned. She was close to Giorno, almost viewing him as a younger brother. “Did you have fun?” 

“I did, thank you,” Giorno confirmed. “How was your day?” 

Ravioli shrugged, putting her hand in her pocket. “It was fine. I just woke up.” 

She heard Giorno hum, then pushed past him to go back to her own room. As Ravioli walked, she fidgeted with what was apparently an iron replica of Risotto’s Stand, Metallica. She remembered when he gave it to her. 

“What’s your real name?” Ravioli asked, sitting next to Risotto on his couch. She and Bruno had gotten into an argument over something stupid, so she had headed to Risotto in an attempt to calm down. 

“I can’t tell you that,” Risotto replied, observing one of the Metallica beans on his finger. Ravioli groaned, flopping down on him. 

“Fine... What does your Stand look like?” She asked, as Risotto playfully ruffled her hair. 

Risotto hummed, before grabbing a small iron cube he had made. Using Metallica, he shaped it into a replica of his Stand, then handed it to Ravioli. “Like this.” 

The girl hummed, feeling it for a few moments. “Can I keep it?” 

He was dead now too. Of course the closest person she had to a father figure was dead, why wouldn’t he be? 

Ravioli walked past her room, head for one of the balconies. She didn’t know how high up she was, all she knew was that it was high enough to kill someone. 

Standing alone, Ravioli leaned against the railing, thinking to herself. It would be so easy to just jump off, to get it all over with. Usually whenever she attempted this sort of thing, Bruno was there to stop her. But Bruno wasn’t here anymore, was he? Would anyone try to stop her? 

Her thoughts were cut off by a voice coming from beside her. “You weren’t there when I woke up. What gives?” 

Mista. That was Mista’s voice. “How high up are we?” Ravioli asked aloud. Fuck, why did she ask that? 

Immediately, Ravioli felt Mista grab her by the arm and pull her towards him, away from the railing. “Do not.” 

His voice was serious and firm, not all relaxed and cheerful like how it is usually around Ravi. The girl scowled, but made no attempts to move away. “I wasn’t going to, asshole.” 

She could hear Mista sigh, then he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I just want to make sure you’re safe, Rav. I love you.” 

“... I love you too, Guido,” although Mista told Ravioli he loved her almost every day, it was rare for her to say it back. 

She could almost hear Mista grin as he guided her back inside, into her room. She wanted to tell him why she was like this, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

Maybe one day she could tell him. Just not today. 

Breathing heavily, Ravioli scrambled away from the thing that had pierced her. She was certain it was an arrow of some kind.

"So you have accepted the arrow and become one of the chosen few?" A voice called out. She couldn't tell where it came from, all she knew is that she relit the lighter, and got stabbed by something. "Show me your stand."

Ravioli panicked, not knowing what to do. She heard squeaking sounds surrounding her, and felt an immense energy.

"I shall name them for you," the voice boomed once again. "No Surprises. That shall be the name of your stand."

She had passed the test.

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[corvidmasters]

Pls just short infos about macha relationship with all the hindu servants

ok i will try to be as brief as possible [CHALLENGE] [IMPOSSIBLE] (ashwatthama and karna (very long) here)

bhima

Contracted. To Macha, he is something like an in-law she has to impress, and so her teasing tendencies completely evaporate when he's present. Bhima is quite pleased that Arjuna found someone important to him, but she's a lot stiffer than what he hears about...she's trying to impress him, isn't she? Relax!

"...On second thought, if there's one place I'd like you to try and impress me it's the kitchen, so please don't make things like 'cinnamon ravioli cereal' ever again."

duryodhana

Not contracted (Master: Badb). Their entire relationship is colored by Badb being Duryodhana's Master. Macha knows schemers since she is one, so she likes to warn Duryodhana that she's got two of the five Pandavas contracted to her if he tries anything with her little brother. Duryodhana thinks she's creepy, batshit and overprotective, but she's also not completely wrong in that yeah his new Master is kind of easy to convince if you just give him a little love but he's being gooood he's a good Servant cmaaaan he's just a little birthday boy

rama

Not contracted (Master: Ritsuka). The American Singularity and his arrival at Chaldea inspired her to read the Ramayana, though she's been slower to it than the Mahabharata. As such, she will occasionally request he tell her stories to bypass her backlog, though he finds her arrogant for boldly making such a request of a king...even so, he indulges her. To his satisfaction, she's genuinely enthralled.

Later on, she learns that Valmiki may not have had anything to do with the Uttara Kanda (the part where Sita is exiled), so she ponders quietly about it when she sees him sometimes.

ganesha/jinako

Contracted. With Karna unable to recognize Jinako but Jinako clearly wanting their old relationship back, Macha feels oddly guilty about being the one to summon her and not Tanya. She expresses this guilt in subtle(?) ways by scooping Jinako up when she goes to see Karna for something. They have strange power struggles over who should be the "big sister" in their dynamic, and Jinako thinks she's good-hearted but goes about it in dumb ways (that can and will inconvenience her urge to crawl into her shell).

Seeing Karna in a completely different situation through Jinako's dreams was certainly the experience of all time.

kama

Not contracted (Master: Aimi). I haven't read Ooku yet but I know why it happened and the gist so bear with me this will be short (there was a period where I ignored FGO for a while before dropping it entirely and Ooku happened during that time).

To Kama, Macha is a little disgusting in how she so clearly does things out of love constantly. On the flip side, Macha is actually somewhat afraid of her. Upon seeing this and her obvious fondness for Arjuna, Kama hinted that Macha will have a "wonderful experience" soon (LB4), which scared Macha even more.

parvati

Not contracted (Master: Undecided). Like the Kama section this'll be a little short. Sorry for being a Sakura fan who knows so little about the Sakuraface everyone was waiting for I won't do it again

Macha is not stirred by Parvati's motherliness or kindness, though she can appreciate it on a superficial level (she has issues so she personally sees Medea as a motherly figure). Despite her fear of Kama, Macha can understand her more, and Parvati is somewhat of an enigma. On the flip side, Parvati can clearly see she's a bit of a troubled child...though Macha seems almost repelled by her sympathy, so she's at a loss.

lakshmibai (i...i guess she counts doesn't she huh.)

Not contracted (Master: Undecided, tempted to tell Tanya's mama that she's a good fit). She is familiar with Lakshmibai through Subhadra Kumari Chauhan's poem Jhansi Ki Rani. She believes that Lakshmibai was an incredible person...even when Lakshmibai makes her distaste for Macha's actions during the Indian Lostbelt clear. Macha understands and tries to not bother her much.

Completely unrelated to the question but the Lakshmibai in their Chaldea wears historically correct clothing. One day Takeuchi and I will have both bitten the dust and I'll hunt him down in the afterlife for this one.

vritra

Contracted. There's something incredibly chaotic about having two chaos agents be Master and Servant, and even more chaotic in that they both derive joy from their objects of torment overcoming the challenge that has been put before them. Of course, Macha can tell very well that Vritra is in it to witness the outcome of Macha's (and Chaldea's) struggle as well, so she more than happy to work hard to show Vritra a good ending.

durga/kali

[wilbdo]

Pt 2 of what we this is

Ariana rumble door

“OH NO!” screamed bob the builder at everything was set aflame. He looking over the sea of tears from the people around him, reflecting on his own.

His cried for, not the fire, not the people, but for the ravioli recipe he made. It was perfect. Nothing with perfect but this was perfect.

Bob felt his heartbeat fast, and the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. It was too much to bear 🐻.

Then, a portal spawns and neville longgbottom steps out, “come on! We have to go!” He cried over the raging fire of the ravioli .

He watched as Clifford the big red dog tried to fit in the small painting of Ariana rumbler door.

“You can’t fit!” Cried dizzy from bob’s side, “we have to leave without you!” She sobbed harder as big fat tears streamed down her scrunched up face, and down her chin.

He saw as the dogs big eyes got glassy as he nods his head, excepting his fate with the fire.

Bob turns back to the front of the small passing way everyone was in. He couldn’t understand, his brain wouldn’t let him understand the extent of the meaning behind his tears, glassy eyes, and cheeks.

As bob tries to step out of the portal, Neville stops him, “stay here! I’ll be back soon.”

As everyone stays planted where they are, the space begins to expand as Bob Ross steps out from a beautiful painting.

“I’m sorry I burnt your ravioli” he says with some of it in his hands, “I will bring back the one you have lost!” He says as he brings his arms up and begins to chant…

“Justice is rivalry, raviolis your life mates! Send apologies to the art of baseball! Ravioli! Ravioli god! If you hear me! TEND TO THY NEEDS!” he screams raising his hands full of ravioli up in the air. “NO LONGER BURT WITH PRIDE, THE BEAST IS UNKNOWN, BUT THE RAVIOLI IS HERE TO STAY!”

“THE RAVIOLI IS HERE TO STAY!” people started to chant

“THE RAVIOLI IS HERE TO STAY!” Screamed the loudest of all.. fix it Felix!

But as time gets closer to noon, dizzy is working harder to find a safe way back. She can’t let Bob know the truth she has hiding for so long. But then…

Neville came back with it, the prophecy! “Bob!” Neville cries “you’re the one! The one we need! The chosen one!”

Everyone gasps with surprise, excitement, and some with jealousy. All but dizzy, who is fuming.

“How dare you…” she says in a low voice, “I’ve been keeping that a secret!”

“But dizzy! You don’t know what the damage will be if no one knew! It would be unreversed!”

“I DONT CARE!” dizzy- wait no… her once short hair turns to golden and long, she becomes taller and.. Rapunzel?!

“I AM RAP U UNZIL! AND I DONT CARE!” she screamed. All of a sudden, she snapped and became Thanos!

“GOD! I SUMMON YOU!” he screamed

There was a bright flash of light the god came. “You called me child?”

‘Snap’

Everything goes black, Bob wakes up is a dark room. He tries to get up but he was held down by the chains on His ankles and wrists, presumably to keep him in his given place.

“Hello?!” He called bravely out to the dark room. There was not a sign of anyone. “Hello?!!” He called again to someone he hoped for to hear. Just as he was about to scream out a voice came.

It was dark and scruffy, it sounded almost like it has been rusted over by time. Out from the shadows came to the small candle light ballon boy.

“Give me your double A Batteries!” He yelled at bob walking around the chains bob was held by.

“I-I don’t have any!” Bob cried, it was too much! Everything and everyone was swimming in his head. He felt dizzy, but thinking about it only reminded him of his father.

Or… only he knows now is his father. He trusted Dizzy so much, SO much. And, I guess that’s how he played into her games.

How could he not know that he was the chosen one?! How did she know? But Bob was taken from his thoughts by the screams of balloon boy.

“I KNOW YOU HAVE SOME!”

“NO I DON-“

bob was never hear from again…

[ripgray-moved]

         the glare daryl gives him only prompts a shit-eating grin. he very well may be possessed in a sense; not by paimon but by a strange, stirring confidence. peter's never really felt particularly brave before, but this rare afternoon of peace— of darling domesticity— lulls him into a type of playfulness he hasn't felt safe enough to display in a long time.

           that's how he'll explain himself at least, when he shifts his index and middle finger into the shape of a v and pokes his tongue between them, a positively wicked grin on his face. the message is fairly obvious: bite me, dixon.

           "yeahhh, maybe you're right. she'd probably bitch 'n' moan less, huh?" a boot reaches out to nudge daryl's beneath the table, his smile returned as eyes flit to his own ball of dough. "now look. it's simple. just watch me."

           part of him needs this. he may very well be the driving force behind their deep dive into the realm of magic, but it isn't as if he's confident in it. on the contrary, he's stumbling his way through his learning, hoping to god he doesn't accidentally say any of his incantations wrong and summon some other demon that they'll have to worry about. cooking, on the other hand, is something he understands well— something he'd been doing for as long as most people had been scrolling on phones. it may have been a minute since he last prepared a meal anywhere close to this calibre, but food and its proper handling is quite like learning to ride a bike. by teaching daryl how to make ravioli— as pointless a skill as it probably is in this world— he's offered him something in return. daryl grants him his expertise all the time; he feels guilty about never having anything but trouble to give him back.

           "ah, now don't worry your pretty little head," peter says with that same smile, albeit a tad more sincere this time. his own dough is beginning to take shape, its top left open so that he can stuff it when the moment comes. "i admit, it'd be better if we had some lamb, or sausage meat, but i'm gonna go ahead and assume that we don't. luckily, the low heat i've set the canned tomatoes on? they'll secrete more juice; the little bits of fruit'll go kinda squishy. that and some of the tomato sauce? we can use that no problem."

           again, not the best, but most definitely serviceable in their circumstances. more than serviceable, honestly. he expects to be filling his food with fucking bark at this point— or more to the point, no he doesn't, because the only thing people cook anymore is meat and fish so that it isn't raw..

           "so, yeah?" he asks, showing daryl his complete ( save for the unfastened top ) piece of ravioli. "think you can shape up and be my star pupil? i know you'll do great if you just try! you get to put cute little knife indents in the edges when you're done~"

his companion's sudden insistence is uncharacteristic. since the moment they met, daryl has taken up the mantle of being the much stronger outward personality between them. his quiet confidence and capable nature make daryl a stoic but outspoken protector at his side, providing a level of assertiveness where peter may be lacking.

that isn't to say that peter is inept. no, that's not right at all. he's just quite timid in daryl's eyes— able to take care of himself in his own way without any kind of help from anyone, but still nervous as a bunny rabbit on a good day.

seldom have the tables ever turned to leave daryl in the vulnerable position of feeling shy and clumsy.

despite what people might assume about him on the surface, shy is not the right word to describe him anymore. withdrawn, yes, and perhaps somewhat sheepish in certain circumstances, but no longer so bashful in the company of others. still, being confronted with peter's bold and commanding words plunges him into uncomfortable territory.

the look that crosses daryl's face as peter collects the ingredients and brings them toward him is nothing short of indignant, discontent clear in the way he lets his hands fall down into his lap. he purses his lips as flour is flicked with unyielding playfulness in his direction. the powder settles like dust on the table and daryl gives a short sigh as he comes to terms with the fact that his companion is adamant about him participating.

he just hopes carol doesn't walk in on him like this. the last thing he needs is her never letting him hear the end of the way his hands fumble with dough like a child gracelessly handles clay.

elbows resting on the edge of the table with a pointed and exaggerated eyeroll, daryl pushes his sleeves up and takes a bit of pasta dough from the blob in the middle of the table. he presses it between his fingers to get a feel for its texture and consistency.

‘ should get judith in here, then. bet she'd do a better job than me, an' have more fun doin' it. ’

his attempt to remain lighthearted is accompanied by a gentle smirk, eyes landing on peter's face before studying the way he manipulates the dough. daryl thinks he must have done this a great many times before the outbreak, noting the sudden level of skill that comes with each pinch and pull. it's now that a thought occurs to him, and he glances over to the kitchen counter and back; ravioli needs a filling, doesn't it?

‘ we even got anything t'put in these? ’

[fratboykate]

For FB AU who said I love you first? Was it the dumbass or our genius smol queen? Story time please!

Kate stands at the cracked front door quietly watching her girlfriend bop in place and sing while she chops vegetables for dinner. Yelena lifts the knife and uses it as a fake microphone before bringing it back down to dice. Kate can't hold back a chuckle and that's when Yelena turns to find her there.

"You're such a creep."

Yelena tells her with a smile.

"Not my fault you always do cute shit when you think no one is watching."

The sound of Kate's voice summons Fanny from the bedroom and she careens out to welcome her.

"Hi hi hi! Hello! So excited!" Kate fake whispers the next part. "You're my favorite girl but don't tell her I said that."

Kate offers enough pets and kisses to make the pup feel welcomed enough that she naturally retreats and lays down by the kitchen island. With Fanny out of the way, Kate finally walks into the apartment, closes the door behind her, and begins unraveling the seemingly endless winter layers she was bundled in. When she's down to just her sweater and jeans she walks up to Yelena and kisses her.

"Howdy-Ho, Ranger Joe!"

"That's really what you're gonna go with?"

"Yup."

"How does your brain work? I wanna study it."

Kate shrugs and Yelena kisses her again.

"Oooooh! You wanna probe me?"

Kate smirks mischievously. Yelena rolls her eyes and pushes her away.

"You pig."

"Smells good. Whatcha making?"

"Sausage and butternut ravioli with a sage brown butter."

"That's kinda hot. Like...really sexy. Say 'sage brown butter' again."

Kate walks up to Yelena, wraps her arms around her, and digs her face into her neck, playfully kissing her way up her pulse point.

"Shut up! I have to make the pasta and you around a bag of flour is a bad idea. Sit over there and don't move an inch."

"I'm hurt and offended that I'm not trusted like this."

"What happened the last time the flour was out? Let's remind the class. Go on."

"Oh............right."

"Yeah. We cleaned for four hours. I was finding flour in cabinets and random places for weeks. Sit there and stay still. Actually, I don't even want you in the kitchen. Go to the couch."

"One time...a tiny explosion ONE time and I'm treated like this forever."

Kate heads to the living room while grumbling and pouting. It's an open floor plan apartment in New York. It's not big. The living room/couch is like fifty steps away. They can still see each other and have a conversation. Kate is being dramatic for no reason.

Yelena opens the fridge and grabs the butter.

"Oh shit."

"What?"

"Fuck."

"What....?!"

"There's not enough butter. I thought this was unopened for some reason." There is barely about a quarter of a stick of butter left. "Shit. I can try and make something else???"

"No. It's fine. I got it."

Kate jumps from the couch, heads to the door, and starts to put her layers and boots back on.

"Kate Bishop, look out the window. The sky is falling. I'm not letting you freeze because I need butter."

"I'll run to the bodega and back. It'll take me fifteen minutes. I've been on my ass reading all day. Little cardio will do me good.

"It's minus eight outside."

"So give me a few kisses to hold me over and keep me warm on the way."

"You're ridiculous."

Yelena places a series of pecks on Kate's lips.

"Look around, think, make sure you have everything. You're hot but I'm only doing a Bodega Polar Bear Run once."

Yelena laughs.

"Butter." She places another kiss on Kate's lips. "That's all I need. Do YOU have everything? I don't want you coming back, half frozen, and telling me you forgot to bring money or something...wouldn't be the first time."

Kate starts to tap around her body.

"Phone, keys, wallet, clit...all the important bits are coming with me."

Yelena hangs her head back laughing and pushes Kate towards the door.

"Notice how you didn't mention 'brain'?"

"Eh...that one is always optional."

"Butter! Go! I wanna eat sometime tonight."

"I'm going! I'm going!"

Kate is about to step out the door while Yelena returns to the work she was doing on the chopping board. She mindlessly looks over her shoulder and without thinking speaks.

"Be careful. I love you."

Kate's head whips into the apartment to look at Yelena. Simultaneously, Yelena lifts her head to stare at Kate, eyes wide, unclear as to where the impetus to say that came from. Except, she knows where, she's been aware that's exactly how she feels for Kate for weeks now but she had NO intention of saying it yet and especially not as a throwaway comment like this.

"Kate."

"I...uhm...butter."

That is the only thing Kate can muster before she runs out the door practically leaving a dust trail behind.

---

Fifteen minutes pass.

Twenty.

Thirty.

That's the first time Yelena tries texting.

TEXT: "hey you milking the cow and churning it yourself? 😆"

Thirty five.

TEXT: "missing: girlfriend and a few sticks of butter. if found please return to sender. very fun reward in exchange."

Forty.

TEXT: "kate getting worried now."

Forty five.

Yelena calls. It rings and goes to voicemail.

"Babe, please call me. Now."

Fifty.

TEXT: "we need to talk about what happened. it sort of slipped out. please come home. butter or not lol. we'll get take out or something and pretend i didn't say anything. just please come home. it's fucking freezing out kate."

Yelena presses send and this time...the text bubble turns green instead of blue. She immediately calls and it goes straight to voicemail.

"You stupid idiot."

She hangs up.

---

Yelena sits on the couch for the rest of the night trying to get through to Kate and waiting for her to return.

The sun rises and no sign of Kate.

The day progresses and Kate's phone is still off. Slowly, as more time passes Yelena transitions from worried and mortified to enraged.

The sun sets again and not a single soul has heard from Kate Bishop which is...unprecedented.

---

3:37am.

Yelena fell asleep with her phone in hand. She opens her eyes to a dark figure hovering over the foot over her bed. She SHRIEKS.

"It's me! It's me! It's just me."

Yelena hurries to turn the light on and finds Kate, still in the same clothes she left about thirty three hours ago.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't break up with you right now because what you just did is FUCKED UP, Kate. You do a lot of fucked up shit, but this...this is on another level."

Kate rushes to jump on the bed and sit next to Yelena.

"I got...you...it came out of nowhere...and I kinda just...brain fried a little, y'know? Just like...pfffffttt...AHHHH!!!! There was a lot going on up here. And I needed a little time to get it all figured out - to get MYSELF figured out - but it's all sorted now. We're all good."

"That's not the problem. That's all understandable. The issue is that you didn't communicate with me about needing space. I will give that to you any time you need it but the least I expect out of this, out of us, out of you, is respect. Communication is a part of that. What you did was not just fucked up it was so fucking disrespectful and inconsiderate to me. Shutting off your phone when you could see I was trying to text and call you? What the FUCK, Kate?"

"How do I fix it? Say the word. I'll do anything. Literally. No matter how big or dumb or crazy. Do you want me streak down Fifth Ave? Skinny dip in the Hudson? Climb the Statue of Liberty? Skydive from Rockerfeller? There's so many more bell towers in this city I could destroy...OH...Lick a sidewalk?"

"Ewww, no. I don't want the same tongue that has been on the New York pavement to be inside my mouth."

Kate inhales through her mouth whole grimacing.

"I have bad news for you, Belova."

"OH GOD, KATE! I don't even want to know!"

"In my defense, it wasn't intentional! But also...you don't want my tongue on pavement because it'll then be in your mouth? THERE IS HOPE YET?!"

"You're not forgiven."

"Halfway forgiven?"

"Not even close."

"Forty percent...twenty five...twenty...REALLY?! THAT BAD?! How do I raise those numbers. There has to be SOMETHING I can do."

"Maybe there is."

"Tell me. I'll do anything."

"Let's actually talk about it. What happened. Not you deflecting and being an ass, but really talk about it."

Kate squares up in front of Yelena.

"Okay. Let's talk. What do you want to talk about?"

"Why did you leave? You had the choice to stay so why not do it?..." Yelena's voice breaks almost imperceptibly at the next question. "Why didn't you say it back? Obviously, there's no obligation for you to if you don't feel that way but...I don't know.......I don't know."

There's a long silence. Almost on the verge of uncomfortably long.

"It's...I've never heard people say that and mean it. My grandparents were married more than once. I've lost count of how many times my dad has been engaged or married now. He just...says it. To apparently anything at this point. My parents said that and two hours later were hurling insults and death threats at each other. I saw that cycle repeat itself multiple times a day almost every day for the first twelve years I was alive. I have never looked at another person and said those words. Never. I don't...believe in them." Kate takes a long pause. "Or I didn't. Until you said them to me and I suddenly wanted to say them back like it was nothing. Like it was "good morning." It felt like second nature. It scared the fuck out of me."

"Baby..."

"It's okay. Growing up my cousins and I used to call ourselves the Broken Bishops for a reason. We're a fucked up group. You can still take it back. It's not too late."

Kate awkwardly laughs.

"Kate Bishop...you are truly the most infuriating person I've ever met in my life and also, somehow, the person I fell stupidly in love with. You don't have to say it but I'm not taking it back."

"I lo.........haaaaaaa...shit.....please don't take this as anything to do with you..."

"I'm not. It's okay."

Yelena offers a reassuring smile and squeezes Kate's hand. Kate stands and starts pacing by the bed.

"The one time my mouth fails me. It never stops. It's always moving and moving and moving but now that I need it to actually work it just...refuses to say what I need it to."

"Kate.......it's fine."

"It's not. It's not fine. It's not. My brain is like 'SAY IT!' but my mouth is like 'I WILL NOT!' Who is in control here?! I am! Say it!" Kate pauses. "It's not saying it!"

Yelena looks at Kate, eyes brimming with adoration, and laughs.

"Something has to be wrong with you. Like...deeply broken. Inside."

"SO many things are wrong with me. Right now, the biggest one is that my mouth is rebelling against me. Speak goddamn it!"

"Kate. It's fine! Let it be."

"I can say the words individually. Look. "I". Then "love". Then "you". Now...say them together..........." Kate waits expectantly. Nothing happens. Yelena stares at her and laughs anew. "DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?!"

"Yeahhhhhhhh..totally." Yelena nods. "Can we go to bed now? I haven't properly slept for two nights."

"Not until I fix this!"

"Kate, come to bed."

"But..."

"Bed."

Kate huffs and undresses then crawls into bed next to her girlfriend. They face each other.

"My mouth has always been broken but never like this. It's like...reverse broken now. I don't like it."

Yelena grins and kisses the tip of Kate's nose.

"I love you, Kate Bishop." Yelena whispers. "I know you do too. That's good enough."

"Mouth works in other ways tho. I can prove it like that."

Yelena huffs a quiet laugh.

"Not tonight. I'm exhausted. But I'll hold you to that tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

Yelena curls up into Kate's chest and within minutes she's asleep. Sleep doesn't come as easily for Kate. It doesn't come at all.

---

Three weeks later Kate runs full speed across campus. She leaps atop bushes and bumps against people without even the offering the courtesy of apologizing.

She reaches the lab she almost burnt down over a year ago and yanks the door with so much force she's surprised it doesn't fly off its hinges.

"Belova. Yelena. Have you seen her?"

"No."

Kate moves to the next student.

"Yelena Belova?"

Nothing.

"Have you seen Yelena?"

"No, sorry."

A girl pops her head out from one of the study rooms.

"When I talked to her five minutes ago she was about to get some stuff from the supply room."

"Thank you!!!" Kate takes off running again. Then...she turns. "Where's the supply room?"

"Straight then a left. I think it's the fifth door down."

Kate dashes once more. Kate finds the room and storms inside. Startled, Yelena turns to find her girlfriend behind her.

"Kate??? What are you-"

A winded Kate struggles to get words out while trying to catch her breath.

"Shhh...say it."

"Don't shush me. What the fuck?"

"Shhh...just say it."

"Say what?!"

"The thing! Say the thing."

"Kate, I have no clue what you're talking about."

"The THING. Say the thing. How you feel about me. What you say whenever I'm about to leave or we're about to go to sleep or whatever. The thing..."

"What?!"

"THE THING! THE FEELINGS THING! What you say and I can't say back."

"Kate, I have so much shit to do."

Yelena goes back to scouring the shelves for the materials she needs. Kate grabs her arm and forces the blonde to face her.

"It takes two seconds. Just say it."

"I love you???"

"But like...normally. Like you usually say it."

"I love you."

Kate straightens, puffs out her chest, and proudly responds.

"I love you too...mouth finally caught up with the brain."

Yelena's face lights up. She eyes the door behind Kate and after a second of hesitation, she pushes it and locks it.

"What else can that mouth do?"

Kate smirks.

"Oh, SOOOO many things."

[randomnameless]

The summer saga continues!

I think you forgot the 2/2 message, anon, but since it’s always the same reheated canned ravioli salad, I think I can live without it.

----

Alm would likely side with Supreme Leader

I do not think so, Alm chose the conqueror path, but when it costs him his douche dad and douche cousin, he reconsiders and laments about this path being worthless.

Alm accepts Celica’s love and point of view about the others, and accepts to fulfill Mila’s last request, instead of erasing Duma because his ears are not round or to make a “world for humanity”.

And rhea is like dumas and mila trying to control humanity  dumas is responsible for the humans behavior 

Duma is responsible for Lima, Desaix, and Berkut “silence woman”‘s behaviour? Are those people just meatsuits with no agency, mindbroken to revert to their 12 years old state when the consequences of their actions are going to hit them, or do they die/suffer accordingly because of what they did, from their own volition?

Is Duma also responsible for Tatiana forgetting bread in the over or not ? Or Alm eating raw flour?

Duma’n’Mila were not “trying to control” humanity as, for Mila at least, we saw her chillaxing in her temple, eating apples and playing with her nuns.

Duma isn’t the one sitting in castle Rigel, being the Emperor and ordering his nephew to hunt a bunch of peasants, nope. Mila and Duma provided humanity their “teachings” and “blessings”, what humans did (or not) with them is not their problem.

rather than naga who leaves humanity alone except In time of need   

Make your mind (unless there are several anons with spelling issues?), Naga BaD bcs she doesn’t interact with humanity, but Duma’n’Mila BaD because they do?

In any case, Mila confesses they have been wrong, their desire to guide humanity was genuine and true : they wanted to help.

dragons calling themselves a god is a sign of a fallen dragon 

IIRC, only a few of them do this, from memory, capslock Grima, Duma in his Hero quote (when you summon him!) and... ? That’s all? Maybe Worst Mom, if you consider her to be a dragon.

However, why calling themselves Gods is a sign of being “fallen”? It can be considered a form of arrogance, but being arrogant doesn’t mean being fallen (fallen as understood in the FE series’s sense!). Shinon is arrogant, Flamey is arrogant, hell, even Ike might sound arrogant at times - they’re not fallen?

And even outside of the FE series... Is the old Namekian in the DB series refered as “Kami” fallen, because, well, he calls himself a God? What about Kaioshin ? Are they fallen too?

it seems you tried to put responsibility out of the behavior of the dragons they aren’t all evil but an antagonist dragon and. Dragons starting problems leading to humans escalated into bad behavior was a trend which got

Cutting it here because for whoever’s sake, don’t put a dot in the middle of a sentence !

Evened out in games like fate. 

Fates is, from memory, the only instance where a dragon goes “mad” and humans suffer in consequence - without prior human intervention (Echoes retconned Gaiden by turning Mila’n’Duma in dragons and their madness was induced for, uh, reasons, because Duma left before Naga developed the dragon stone technology? And, uh, no one thought it would be a good idea to tell the pair of siblings to turn in manaketes to avoid degeneration?)

Archanea, Magvel, Elibe, Tellius, even arguably, Fodlan...

The ones who “start the problem” leading to escalation are always humans.

Rheas actions were a problem  her control over humanity was a problem her 

Tl; Dr : Rhea is a problem?

I don’t know if you were lured by the NoA lolcalisation campaign, but the Church of Seiros, thus Rhea, never “controlled” the continent.

The CoS had some influence at one point, yes, but that influence didn’t mean zilch when the Emperor could butt out their branch from the Empire, or when one of their branches periodically tries to assassinate the Archbishop - hell, Nopes even lampshades it in Golden Shower : no one in the Alliance gives a fuck about the Church of Seiros.

Much like Deghinsea who was dealt with a shitty hand, Rhea’s options were either to condemn the descendants of the Elite to be Marianne’d and putting a giant target on her own back if she revealed the truth about Crests - or to cook up a lie that, despite her own efforts, would have, anyways, created some sort of social disparity between humans.

Bob Blaiddyd can lift a cart with his pinky, Joe the Carpenter cannot.

Louis Hevring can heal a broken hand by blinking. Maggie the Fisher cannot.

Even if Rhea didn’t say “Crests are blessings from the Goddess”, crested people would be more “special” and powerful than crestless people.

being a victim of genocide was not an issue  rhea doing some nice things like Cyril doesn’t negate the fact she did need to be removed 

But what if the people advocating for her “removal” uses the exact same arguments used to genocide her people?

Like, “she’s a beast”, “she can’t have power over us”, etc etc?

Of course, one good action doesn’t erase 55 bad ones - but what are those bad ones? And can they “erase” the 55 good ones she did?

It’s also very telling that even when Rhea is “removed”, the game(s) never tackles the issues she had to deal with her bad hand - are they going to reveal to the world what crests are? What Relics are? Are they going to paint Supreme Leader in a good light to stop fanning the flames of war, from some people (who??) who want revenge on her behalf?

I will agree with you on one point, punctuation anon.

Rhea indeed needed to be removed, to make the player feel important at the end of each route, which is also the reason why 3 Nopes cannot end with a happily ever after ending.

[twistedtummies2]

C in Science, A in Boyfriend Material

THIS IS NOT MY WRITING. ONCE AGAIN, THIS WAS A SUBMISSION SENT BY AN ANONYMOUS USER. Apparently, in this case, the user has been going through some tough times in classes at school, and has been dealing with less than stellar reactions from their family as a result, and this was written partially as a “vent fic” in response to that. I felt giving the full backstory was a bit too personal, but to the user, I just want to say I hope things get better...and trust me, the global situation has ALL of us on edge. :P Anyway, thank you to the writer of this little piece, and here’s hoping some of you enjoy their work below! :)

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“Mmmmmmmm…. Mmm, mmm, mmmh! Shrimpy, that meal was sooooo goooood!” You peeled your eyes away from your boyfriend’s stomach and gazed into half-lidded eyes. His olive and gold eyes slowly turned to you in a slow, lethargic manner as he rested a hand upon his bloated abdomen, a smirk appearing on his face. His stomach jutted out a solid two feet, filled to the brim with the random dishes you made that evening. Having barged into your kitchen with a small grim and downcast eyes, you were originally hesitant to share these peculiar and possibly nasty meals. With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed your concern and chucked his science goggles into the living room. He beamed at the bowl of flavorful succotash, moaned in ecstasy at the couscous salad, squealed at your shrimp and cheese ravioli, (“These little shrimp are almost as good as my little Shrimp!”) and raised an eyebrow at your attempted Takoyaki. (“You forgot the pickled ginger,” he said before dumping the other half of the plate into his mouth.)

Noting your earlier gaze at his stomach, he stretched his arms, pushing out his already-bloated belly. It churned and blorbled with incredible intensity, sending shivers down your spine. He thumped it once, twice, thrice, and the sound reminded you of smacking a ripe watermelon.

“BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Oh, my poor tummy… Shrimpy-chan, you filled my poor belly with too much food!” He whined as he leaned back on the couch. You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? Last I recall, you did seem excited to devour every single scrap and speck on the plates. Was that you, me, or your poor wittle tummy?” Floyd put a hand on his chest, and his stomach burbled lowly, as if also thinking.

Guooooouurn…

“Nope! It was you! Little Shrimpy shouldn’t have made the food so so good!”

“Nah, I think it was just you and your tummy,” you said with a firm pat on his belly.

GUWoOoOOrN!

Floyd pouted before deviously raising an eyebrow. “Hm, does Shrimpy-chan want to know what my tummy thinks?”

The heat in your cheeks answered that question for you. Before you could protest (not that you would), he leaned in close and opened his mouth wide. His unusual pointy teeth glistened in the pale light while his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Strands of saliva seemed to hold the mouth together as his throat beckoned you to the great beyond.

Or perhaps it was summoning something from the great beyond…

BWEE-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!

Your eyes widened as you were blasted with an assault of stomach gas reeking of garlic, octopus, turkey (you assumed it was from the salad), and that unavoidable fishy gut-smell that was simply Floyd. When the belch finally tapered off, you could hear Floyd giggling like a schoolgirl in the background.

“Teeheeheehee! Shrimpy’s face is all red!”

You took subtle but deep inhales at his intestinal concoction before a dopy smile spread across your face.

“I suppose that means your stomach enjoy the food?”

“Immensely,” Floyd sighed as he reclined once more. You placed a hand on his cream-colored flesh and massaged the organ.

“Ooooh, little shriiimp…” Floyd moaned, his toes curling in glee. “That feels so goood…” You smiled as his eyelids shut, no longer clouded with the despondency plaguing them earlier. With one hand kneading and prodding, you felt your own eyelids drooping, ready to join him in the land of -

“OOH OOH OOH! I ALMOST FORGOT!”

You gasped and whip your head up. Floyd looked down at you, eyes wide and glimmering with titillation. “I forgot about him!” He leapt off the couch and took several large steps to his coat resting on the armchair. He threw it off and revealed a long, skinny, brown box. He giggled and jumped back on the sofa, completely waking you up.

“Open it, open it!” You did, and almost squealed.

“Floyd… Is that a snake?”

“Yup, a corn snake!”

“… Floyd?”

“Yeah?”

“How and why did you get a snake?”

“Well, Striped Beakfish made me clean out his cage as punishment for… Getting a C in his class.” His eyes widened, pupils shrinking in pinprick proportions.

“So I waited until he left while I cleaned the accursed cage. Then I stuck him in that box. I’m going to teach Striped Beakfish not to mess with me.” His hands twitched, and you tittered as you pried the box away.

“So, uh, what do you intend to do with it?” With that, he relaxed and blinked.

The mischievous grin didn’t help you relax.

“Eat it!”

Of course he would.

The snake was either asleep or apathetic as ginger hands pulled the creature out of the box. It stuck out its tongue but otherwise made no move. You couldn’t help but compare the constriction tendencies between the two creatures. Floyd opened its mouth and exhaled slowly.

“AhhhhhhHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!”

He blinked; even he didn’t expect that one. He giggled and lowered the very-unimpressed snake towards its mouth. All the while, you kept your eyes glued to the show. He raised an eyebrow and winked.

Oh boy.

He placed the snake’s head on his tongue and gave a loud

SULLLLURP!

With the one slurp, he managed to get a third of the reptile into his mouth. You gasped, and he couldn’t help but slurp slower to prolong the show.

GULurk!

His stomach had other ideas.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRLLLLLLPH!

A crude, bassy, pungent belch reverberated in his puffed-up cheeks, which he swallowed back down, giving the descending snake a double preview of what was to come. Your insides heated and twisted as you imagined yourself in the snake’s place.

SUWULP!

His throat obtained a mild bulge as the reptile crept towards its doom. You assumed it sensed its dangerous environment because its tail thrashed madly. This made Floyd’s golden eye glow with giddy excitement as he gave a final powerful

SULUUURP!

GUULUUCK!

And sent the snake to its dark, dungey doom.

“Pah…” Your eel boyfriend sank deep into the couch, caressing his agitated belly. It quivered and roared in anger, now having to deal with yet another addition.

“So… Full…”

You placed a hand on his belly once more without a moment’s hesitation. He whimpered and groaned as you kneaded out a few gurgly, wet burps. As ‘exciting’ as it was, you knew it wasn’t giving Floyd the relief he was desperately seeking.

“Bu-HUuuuUuUuUUUUuuUUURLk… Ugh, so f-fuuuul…” His golden eye flickered dully as he rested a hand ontop of yours. You blushed and grinned before finding an especially taut spot. You pushed.

Hard.

His eye flickered before growing dim. Both of them widened as you saw a bulge rising up his throat. His face took on a sickly green hue. You came closer, worry etched on your face.

“Hey hey, are you ok-”

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!

Easily the longest, loudest, and most certainly the rankest belch of the night rocketed out of his body. The odorus aroma of peppers, onions, cheese, octopus, old fish, and the general smell of guts permeated the air as it roared on for a whopping dozen seconds.

And he did it point blank in your face.

He collapsed with a languid groan, cross-eyed from relief.

“Oh my gooosh, that felt gooooood…”

You didn’t bother trying to fix your disheveled hair, too busy cataloging the odor haunting the living room. Floyd chuckled as he licked a few grains of couscous off your face.

“Ah, but Shrimpy-chan is still the tastiest one of all…”

You flopped back on the sofa with him, and he drops an arm around your shoulder. You gazed up at him. His eyelids were slowly drooping closed once more.

“Thank you… So much… For everything, Little Shrimp.”

“Anytime, Floyd. You may have a C in Science, but you have a solid A+ in Boyfriend Material.” His face softened as he gave you a genuine smile.

Which came closer…

And closer…

And closer…

Until….

HUUUUUR-GLUU-UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRK!

He blasted one more raunchy, wet belch into your face, speckling it with drool.

“Sleep well, my Little Shrimp,” he cooed as he licked your face once more. He smiled against your cheek 

“Sleep well.”

[sleepyfan-blog]

Killer has a bad time

fandom: undertale aus

characters and pairing: Killer!Sans, Horrortale!Sans, Error, Nightmare killer x hatchet x Error

warnings: panic attack, sensory overload

Summary: Killer has a panic attack, but his boyfriends are quick to help him calm down. 

tagslist: @anxiety-is-married-to-depression @angelofthehalfmoon @trainwreck-of-skeletons @hisame-amadashi​ @therandomskelekey @capisnotonfire

Killer had just gotten back from a solo mission for boss - it had gone fairly well, all told. It was a curse-ridden and post-pacifist Overfell. Tensions were incredibly high between monsters and humans, made worse by the fact that both sides were suffering from the lingering curses that each race had cast upon the other towards the end of the war before the two races had been separated by a very powerful magical barrier for three hundred years.

He'd reported in to Nightmare, who seemed to have been pleased by the amount of data that he'd gathered. And Killer had even been sure to stick to the no stabbing on recon missions rule that the other absolutely insisted was necessary on missions like that. He wasn't entirely sure why when it was likely that they were going to cause chaos later, but Killer had done as he was told.

He stretched a little and concentrated for a moment, frowning a little as he realized that he couldn't sense either of his boyfriends... As far as Killer was aware, Hatchet didn't have any missions (unless something had come up) and Error had decided to stay with them at the castle, as it was a damn sight more secure than the Antivoid, which both the Star Shits and Fresh could access if they wanted to.

Unless Error had wandered off to go make sure that Ink wasn't too busy? Killer tried to shake off the worry that bubbled where his stomach would be, if he had one. He meandered over to one of the common rooms, sitting down and switching on the TV, doing his best to watch what was going on in that portion of the Undernovella AU that they were currently following. There was a lot of shouting and fighting and -

Killer groaned quietly as he felt a headache pounding the front of his skull and squinted a little as he wondered just who in the hell had turned on the lights this bright? The shouting and flailing of the beings he was watching was grating on his nerves, so with trembling fingers, Killer switched off the TV. His breathing was fast and shallow, and he felt as if what was left of his soul was slowly being strangled.

He panicked a little and summoned his soul - the red target-look still the same as ever. It wasn't dripping or melting or changing color. So what the fuck was wrong? He tugged his hoodie over his face as he tried to slow down his fast and frantic breathing, a shudder running through him as he tried not to break down into miserable tears. Stars above and demons below, why was he such a weak and useless fucking moron? There was no Asgore-damned reason why he should be reacting like this. He had to calm down... But he couldn't for some stupid fucking reason!

"Hey... Babe... Mind coming out of hoodie town for a moment?" Hatchet asked suddenly, his warm presence next to him and magical aura startling Killer.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to. We just want to show you something, love." Error murmured from his other side, a couple of strings gently wrapping around one of his wrists. Not to try to restrain or pull him anywhere, but to show that the other was there and that he was there and sent a pulse of soothing magic through it.

"T-Too bri-bright..." Killer managed out, leaning into Hatchet's familiar warmth as he clung to him desperately.

"Alright... I'm going to get up and turn off the light. Is there anything else that's bothering you, love?" Error asked, staticky voice filled with love and care.

"J-Just t-try to keep speaking q-quietly please.” Killer begged, shaking a little bit as he clung closer to the other. Some of the fearful static in his mind was quieting down a little at the sound of their voices “B-But please k-keep talking. I-It helps me to hear your voices…”

"Alright sweetheart. We've gotcha... Anything in particular you want us to talk about, or just the sound of our voices?" Hatchet asked, his voice a pleasing rumble as the other gently rubbed little circles into his back "Can you do some of those square breaths for me, sugar?"

"C-Count f-for me?" Killer asked timidly, pressing a little bit closer to the larger sans as he heard Error moving around the room.

"Alright, In for one, two, three, four." Hatchet started, his voice calm and caring as he counted out the square-breathing exercise.

Error called out after a couple of moments, sounding close again "Do you want us on both sides of you, or just one of us at a time? I know that pressure can sometimes bother you, Killer."

"Mnn... Want to feel you both close... Please?" Killer responded after a moment "But only if it won't bother you being so close, Error."

"I wouldn't have offered something that I wasn't able to give you, darling." The glitch reassured his anxious boyfriend as he walked over and sat down next to the other, reaching out and gently placing a hand on one of the other's shoulders.

"O-Okay... Th-Thanks." Killer responded after a relieved sound, feeling himself relax a little further. After a couple of minutes he tugged his hoodie down and asked quietly "What is it that you two wanted to show me?"

"Error made us both a couple of dolls!" Hatchet explained with a grin, revealing to the other the tiny, plush versions of the two of them, along with a doll-Error. The three of them were very cute.

Killer gasped softly and reached out for the Hatchet and Error dolls, carefully picking them up and kissing them on the teeth, purring softly "Th-they're really well made, thank you, Error."

"You're welcome, Kills." Error hummed, purring a little in response, the other's hand still resting lightly on one of his shoulders.

Hatchet was purring as well, still rubbing gentle circles into the small of his back. He wanted to ask how Killer's mission had gone, but he wasn't sure if that was part of the reason why the other was so anxious - something might have happened on the mission and Killer was now freaking out because he was in a safe space. Nightmare had summoned the both of them as soon as the negative guardian (and their boss) had sensed Killer's panic attack, so that they'd be able to help him through it. "Hey... I learned a new recipe while you were away! I figured out how to make meat and cheese ravioli from scratch. It's a repetitive task, but the movements are kind of meditative, after a while. And I figured I might as well make as many as I could, so there's a bunch for you to try... The first batch aren't the greatest, but they still taste good. And boss even let me use fresh herbs and some of the tomatoes from that big-ass garden of his, too. For the sauce. And the ravioli themselves, in exchange for a bunch of them."

"Oh... That does sound tasty... Did you just make the ravioli and sauce, or did you make cheesy garlic bread too?" Killer asked, half-hopefully. He loved everything that the other made, but garlic bread just made any pasta dish so much better.

"Of course I did, made the bread myself- we were out getting a bit more yeast, 'cause we used the last of it for the dough. I missed you in the kitchen, kneading the bread, but orders are orders." Hatchet answered with a grin, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Killer's forehead.

"I like the feeling of the bread in my hands... 'Nd it's nice to be able to use my strength to make something, for once." Killer half-mumbled as he nuzzled into Hatchet, still purring a little. The feeling of impending doom had almost gone away. The tightness in his chest had stopped entirely, though he was still feeling a little bit shaky.

"I quite agree... It's one of the reasons why I like making these dolls... It's nice to see how I improve over time." Error remarked lightly as he gently patted Killer's shoulder gently "Is there something we can do to help you? Or would you rather we stay close?"

"Stay, please." Killer answered immediately. He was kind of hungry - and that plate of pasta and garlic bread sounded really good... But he would rather his boyfriends be in the same room with him, then one of them getting him something to eat.

"Alright." Hatchet and Error acknowledged at the same time. The three of them stayed snuggled together on the couch until they slowly fell asleep.

~

Killer shifted a little, waking up just enough as he realized that someone had draped a blanket around the three of them. He could just barely make out the figure walking out of the door. “Thank you…” He calls out, tired and starting to wake a little.

“You’re welcome. Go back to sleep, Killer.” Nightmare responded, voice just barely above a whisper, sounding amused and… An emotion that Killer couldn’t readily identify when this sleepy.

“Okay… I can follow that order…” Killer mumbled with a sleepy smile, drifting back off again. It was nice to know that Boss did actually care for him, as grumpy and grouchy as Nightmare could get. Cuddled between his boyfriends and feeling utterly safe, Killer was so glad that he’d finally found a home to call his own.

[thor-is-trans-and-pan-he-told-me]

you know how death has the powers of the moonstone right?

what if puss had the powers of the sundrop too?

AHHHH YES I LOVE THAT

that would literally make them sun and moon AND I LOVE IT

[dani-ellie03]

It’s my birthday! As is tradition, I’m presenting y’all with flashfic. :)

“You guys, this really isn’t necessary,” Emma says as she sits at the kitchen table, her baby brother on her lap. Her dad stands at the stove, keeping watch over his special chocolate chip pancakes and bacon and cheese omelets while her mom pours cocoa into mugs and tops them off with whipped cream and cinnamon.

“Of course it’s necessary,” Snow says, setting one mug in front of Emma and the rest of them around the table at everyone else’s place settings. “It’s your birthday.”

“Yes, it is, and I would have been perfectly happy with some Pop-Tarts,” Emma replies. “You guys didn’t have to make me a feast.”

“You think this is a feast?” Henry asks as he sits down at the table with his mom and baby uncle. “You should see what they have planned for later.”

Emma gapes at her parents. “You mean this isn’t it?”

“Nope,” Charming smiles. “The menu for tonight’s dinner includes cheese ravioli, meatballs, and garlic knots. And cake for dessert, of course.”

“Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting,” Henry beams. “Exactly the way you like it.”

Before Emma can even begin to process the sheer amount of effort that has gone into planning today’s menu of her favorite meals, a knock on the door commands her attention. She rises from the chair, shifting her brother onto her hip, and walks over to the door to answer it.

There stands her pirate, grinning at her for all he’s worth and holding something behind his back. When he crosses the threshold, he brings his hand out from behind his back to reveal a small bouquet of flowers. “Happy birthday, love,” he says.

For a brief moment, Emma’s thrown back to their first date when he surprised her with the single red rose. She recovers quickly and takes the flowers from his hand. “Thank you. These are really pretty.” She glances back over her shoulder and only then realizes her mother has set out an extra place at the table. She turns back to Killian. “Let me guess: you’re part of my surprise, too?”

“Aye. After breakfast, I’m taking all of you on a sail. It’ll be chilly on the water this late in the year but hopefully still warm enough for us to have a nice time.”

“And then when we come back, we figured we could do whatever you want,” Snow says, stepping up to her daughter and slipping Neal from her so she could set him up in his highchair.

Emma can’t believe it. A whole day of celebration and togetherness, just for her! The emotion wells without warning and she has to blink against sudden, touched tears. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” Snow replies, brushing her thumb along her baby’s cheek.

“Breakfast is served,” Charming says, summoning everyone to the table. It really is a feast: platters piled high with pancakes, a thick omelet on every plate, fresh fruit in a bowl in the middle of the table. He rounds the table and smiles lovingly at his little girl before heading back to the counter for some finishing touches.

As the family gathers around the table, Killian slings an arm around Emma’s shoulders. “You all right, love?”

“Yeah,” she replies, smiling up at him. “Just overwhelmed. I mean, in the good way, but ... yeah.”

“I understand,” Killian assures her, and she knows he does. She knows he understands how it feels to go from having nothing to having everything.

A few years ago, she was so alone that she made a wish on a star-shaped candle she wouldn’t have to be alone on her birthday. And since that day, she hasn’t been alone.

For now she has her parents, her son, her baby brother, and her amazingly wonderful pirate. A few years ago, she didn’t truly believe in wishes and in magic but now she was living proof that magic exists and that wishes do come true.

Emma takes a seat at the table. “Happy birthday, kiddo,” Charming says once everyone is settled, lifting his mug of cocoa in a toast.

Everyone clinks mugs and a blushing Emma says teasingly, “Please don’t tell me you guys are going to break out in song now.”

“Nope,” Henry replies with a smirk. “The birthday song comes later with the cake and candles.”

Before digging into her sure-to-be-delicious pancakes, Emma glances around at her family. That long-ago wish on a star has come true in ways she could have never imagined.

Because of that birthday wish, the lost little girl has finally found her family and her home and she would never have to be alone on her birthday again.

[rhythmicpirate]

Prediction for Deltarune Chapters 2-7

 -Spoilers under the cut-

Chapter 2:A fourth player joins the team but it’s not Noelle, it’s Jockington (A Gunner) who only needed to get a pencil. There’s a second fountain in need of closing and Ralsei is concerned about the fourth member. Kris is still mostly sane at this point. Lancer returns but this time as a good guy and this time they fight in a town full of stuffed animals. They seal the fountain and the three return to the outside world. After defeating the boss of this world, Susie also shows Kris that she did her work some point in the chapter and Kris says that they’re starting theirs. Jockington makes a joke about how they might be a thing which Susie gets all angry at. Kris then goes home, learns omnisans secret, and works on the project for a little bit, tearing their soul out and mentioning that “you are not in control of me.” Chapter 3:Susie and Kris go to China town, literally, unaware that they’re getting followed by Catti (summoner). She was curious why Kris and Susie had been skipping class lately. She says she’s gonna tell Alphys about their behavior unless they tell the truth. When she tries activating her phone though, there’s no wi fi so she’s forced to play protagonist number 5 until the final boss. During their time Susie asks Catti if she and Jokcingotn are dating to which she replies,  with a maybe. Kris dosen’t like this and demands a yes or no answer. Ralsei reminds Kris that they are on borrowed time and that now isn’t the right place to fight. Upon returning to the light world, Susie notices a black spot on the wall but thinks nothing of it. Kris shows Susie the progress that they made in their project and as a reward Susie decides to award them by letting them see their home. During their trip to her house Asriel calls saying “Hey Kris! I’m gonna be coming home on Sunday!” Kris starts to cry at this statement.

Chapter 4:You want Noelle to be a protagonist now don’t you? Well here’s the Healer Noelle chapter you wanted. Alphys says that due to something happening the supplies cabinet is locked up. Susie is angry at this and demands Alphys opens it up but is persuaded other wise when Kris says “DO NOT OPEN IT, OR WE DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL BE UNLEASHED.” So Susie and Kris decide to just skip the darker world today until Noelle joins them and says that her dad needs help at the hospital. They fall down a medicine cabnet and find medicine monsters. Ralsei says that there’s no fountain here but understands that Neolle’s father is probably in need of the medicine so he helps. Through out the Chapter it’s obvious that Kris’ is acting...weird. Their soul isn’t there and you seem to lose control of them at times. While Ralsei finds this odd Susie is enjoying this and Noelle, being used to their bullcrap, ignores this. There’s also also a love confession scene with Noelle and Susie...which sadly does not go well, not matter what you do. After finding the medicine Noelle is depressed and decides that it would be best if she walked home alone. Susie thinks that she was kinda harsh and her and decides to make it up tomorrow. Kris is left alone to walk from home to here. It’s there they meet Sans, who has had his eye on them ever since they laid eyes. They talk about their natural distrust towards one another which is soon interrupted by Papyrus offering ravioli. DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUN. Also there’s a black puddle on the way back home and Toriel seems to be a bit unwell, BUT RAVIOLI INSTEAD OF SPAGETHI IS THE MAIN THING

Chapter 5:Berdly (inventor) is the last one to join team KSR. Ralsei, being Ralsei, tries to tolerate him but it’s very hard to when he keeps brining up science stuff. What makes matters worse is that they’re in the science lab. Susie thinks about how she’ll make things up with Noelle and she’s a lot more nervous then usual. Kris is still like they are in Chapter 4. Ralsei says that there’s one more fountain to be closed but up next is the strongest enemy they’ve faced so far so he’s glad that he brought Lancer along for the ride. Oh Lancer is there as well BTW, it’s 5 vs ? during most of the battles, except the ones in a specific part which is only Susie and Kris. After defeating the boss Ralsei warns Kris that even though all the fountains are sealed, there’s still danger. For the knight still walks alone and the angel is yet to be seen. Upon returning to the light world Berldy realizes how much of class he misses and hopes he can make it up. Susie talks to Noelle about what happened last night in the dark world and you don’t get to see if they make up or not. Upon the walk home, there’s a lot of worry and panic throughout the town. More and more people start talking about a mysterious dark spots in the town. Alphys reports to a local police lady that the world as we know it is going to end and Undyne gives her a big hug. Napstablook, chief police, says he’ll do investigating but when he steps over the puddle something interesting happens. The police hat he’s wearing turns into headphones. And when Kris steps over it they turn into their darkener self. The chapter ends with Kris threatening to stab the soul... Chapter 6:...But that doesn’t happen thanks to a restraint from Toriel. The town is in a panic. There are no visits to the dark world today. Kris calls Asriel who still says that he's coming over which is the only good news Kris head. No one is happy, well except Susie, who for once in her life time feels as though there’s nothing to worry about she’s got her side of the project done and Kris is almost done with theirs so they should be good. It’s at this moment the other classmates appear and talk to Susie and Kris about their adventures in the dark world and explain that Ralsei might have been twisting the truth a little bit in his prophecy. Berdly states that, upon doing some research, there was only supposed to be two heroes, a human and a monster and that if they were to seal these fountains the sky would turn black. Susie gets angry all of the sudden and demands that they find Ralsei and have him explain his actions at once. Kris though pulls the dagger out of their pocket and says otherwise and “you’ll have to get through me first, Suzy.” You play as the five other students in their regular forms and although they don’t have Kris’ dagger or abilities they had in the dark they do have their natural abilities. Susie asks what they hell that was about and Kris explains that they are not who is in control at all times sometimes -your vessel name here- takes over. It’s then your vessels pops out of your soul and reveals it’s form that you did. It doesn’t say anything and simply disappears. Suddenly Kris feels in control of their body again and lets go of the knife. Right now they’ve got one more thing to do, find Ralsei and the knight. First things first, Ralsei. After fighting tons and tons of bad guys, the six eventually find him near a forest and they ask him what Ralsei really wanted. “It’s quite simple really,” says the dark prince “I wanted you to be fooled by an innocent look.” In reality he was the angel that was to bring chaos to this land and before you know it, new home is covered in darkness. Everyone is scared now. People don’t know what to do and thus the gang has to fight him. Thankfully, he gave them their powers back. But first, the monsters must find the knight. Chapter 7:Leaving Kris behind they reunite with Lancer and decide to add him to the party one last time meaning it’s basically 6 against 1 and 8 if they can get the knight to side with them. It takes a little why but they do find out who created the Dark World at least “Dr.Gaster” whose from a parralel universe known as Undertale, which he can no longer return too. So he created this universe in his image with a few familiar faces and some new. However it seems that there was an error in his makings or something. The knight appears and fights Dr.Gaster, no matter how good of a fighter you are the knight will grab his soul and run off with it. However don’t lose hope. For with his soul came a hint to the knight’s location. Once they find the knight he asks “where is Kris?” they refuse to tell them their location and get into a fight. The fight is rigged for him to lose no matter what you do. He surrenders but still wants to know where Kris is, for only he and Kris can stop Ralsei. Ultimately they cooperate and each one goes and fights a boss from the world they appeared in but not by themselves. Susie gets help from MK, Temmie Alphys, and Snowy. Jockington gets help from Alvin, Mettaton, Napstablook & Undyne. Catty, Bratty, the blue bunny and Burgerpants help out Catti. Sans, Papyrus, and Rudolph help Noelle and Berdly. Finally Susie and Lancer get help from the Dreemurs and Gaster. Kris and the Knight have to fight the second boss before Ralsei before they can reach him. After that they reach Ralsei once and fight him in his new found angelic form. ZUN helps compose the music for the final boss themes and in order to defeat him you’re gonna need a lot of time to get him. There’s 3 phases, one of him saying that balance needs not be restored and that your’e the ones restoring the balance. The second is of him showing him the true demon behind the angel wings and with wings of familiar colors appear. Scars, injuries and a destroyed kingdom are all explained through this phase. Eventually it seems like the Kris is about to give up but then phase 3 happens with the most unexpected twist. “...No you can’t die now Kris.” he says “And why not?” they ask.

“...Because I haven’t even got you hot choclate yet.” After defeating the demon Ralsei once and for all the truth is explained to Kris. Asriel’s college is were he studies parallel worlds or something like that and the dark world here was a parallel version fo the light world. However Ralsei was sick and tired of balance all the time, he wanted chaos and disorder so he went and did just that. He eventually gets arrested and light and dark is restored again with hometown being a mix of light and dark. Ralsei is jail mates with King Chaos and Lancer transfers schools to go with Susie. She doesn��t get together with Noelle, but she’s moved on to a girl that she meet in the darker world. Undyne and Alphys get together. Omnisan finally tells us their secret. The dog finishes his game. Kris and Asriel go get that hot choclate and life returns  to usual. With Kris pulling out the soul again, but more gently...and setting it down in the cage saying “thank you.”

[nihilism-or-go-home]

I’m just like you…

The unyielding movement that comes from a home that’s not steady. Too young to understand the reasons but to old to forget what happens. Catching yourself in the times of peace at your local parks and escaping to your best friends house. The endless search for that stable ground is something you never found. I’ve lived in an uncountable amount of places. Some of them we used to live together. I spent those times trying to figure out if what I was running from was actually bad enough to justify all the effort. I think we all did.

I’m just like you,

Sleeping by the fireplace because our house was just bone chilling. The first bite of McDonald’s in a dark room by candlelight. The salvation of finding some canned raviolis or a loose bag of popcorn. Always hungry, always lonely. Siblings like pack hunters, foraging for any possible leftovers. While some of us simply learned to eat less. Suppressing hunger pains so you could summon up some strength and actually answer a question in class. Get it wrong and they know your different. Get it wrong and you know your different.

I’m just like you,

The toughness around your skin only weakened by frozen tears. Finally old enough to run away when winter comes. For years it kept you trapped but now you could write your shitty poetry under the same tree no matter what weather. Becoming as cold as the air around you, save sometimes. Now you have friends around, and you understand maybe you aren’t alone anymore. The air around our lips filled with the scent of cheap vodka and cigarettes. The seasons of finding out that just because other people are just like you, doesn’t make your problems go away. But I’ll be damned if it wasn’t nice to push them back for the long nights. The first time we turned those terrible times into tranquility.  

I’m just like you,

They're all dead. My uncle, my father, my grandfather and grandmother. Their children all scattered or killed. Lost to time and estranged again. What could fill that void? What could possibly replace any of them? No friendship no matter how kindred our spirits are, could ever come close. I’m just like you. When my brother couldn’t carry the pictures of my dad, when he left them behind, I carried them again. I’ll make sure he gets them back when he needs them.

I’m just like you,

I know the sound of a gunshot. When I’m out, and people wonder about those mysterious pops around night time. Fireworks echo, but gunshots are usually quick. I remember the first time too. My moms boyfriend shot himself in the head on valentines day. You might have been able to guess what the bullet sounded like, but not my mother. I’m just like you though. So when a gun was pointed at me, I saw the echo of my moms screams in that barrel. The fire and ferocity pointed at my body. I barely missed a beat saying I didn’t have anything. Lucky me made it out okay. I’m just like you, I didn’t even stutter.

I’m just like you,

I’ve had a hard time talking about my truma. I’m just like you, I’ve had everything I could have given thrown in my face like I was a waste of time. My lungs collapsed into my chest when I hear those fireworks I’m just like you. I’ve dumped all I have into the people I loved and they gave whatever I gave to them away. I’m just like you, because the only thing keeping me alive is prevention of sorrow and my funeral cost you can’t fucking leave me alone with a gun. The only person who is gonna have the honor of killing me is me. But until then I am living on time I am borrowing from myself. Because I’m just like you. I hope things will work out. I hope I will be loved they way I never was. I hope I will be a safe haven for those who need it.

I never wanted to be born but I’m just like you. So I’ll live on so you can rest in peace.

[ravusnightblossom]

Shipping Info Meme

Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?:

Outside of my current roleplays? Well. This isn’t going to come as a surprise to some people, but I’m a rather passionate Ardyn/Ravus shipper. I absolutely love the dynamic of them together because it can go so many different directions.  That said, and contrary to popular belief, I don’t pounce every Ardyn on my mutuals. I’m not a “face chaser,” just an avid fan. I do enjoy writing with a number of Ardyns, however. I’ve always viewed the duo of Ravus and Ardyn as sort of a package deal, based on their history, so it’s fun to see where different muns will lead a thread. Aside from that one, I really enjoy Ravus/Gladio, (which @gaudiacertaminis is driving me further into, day by day.)  I’m also slowly sinking further and further into the Ravus/Noctis pit, (thanks to @somnusvincitomnia​.) I’ve always seen it as a very interesting ship but it needs to be done correctly to work out well.     

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

I don’t really have any triggers that could apply in shipping, so I’m pretty much open to just about anything as long as proper plotting is works out with it. I’m game for anything from angst to fluff. I also don’t mind tossing ships through the wringer to strengthen it and add some action.  

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

I honestly don’t care about age gaps as long as those involved are legal consenting adults. People of age can make their own life choices. This reflects directly into my writing, as well.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Yes, absolutely. I love shipping, but only when it’s done properly. I don’t really like pre-established relationships or autoshipping. I want that whole mess of development from beginning to end; the emotional conflict, the angst, the writing of walls being torn down. Without all that, I feel little connection to the ship and I feel it’s necessary to give it the value I crave.

Along with that, the above can only really be had when I’m writing it all along with someone I mesh well with, be it attitude or writing style. Chemistry is important between both muses and muns if you want that whole deep saga of romance that I prefer to write.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NS/FW?

Situationally dependent, I suppose. The moment things get descriptively heated with any desire past detailed kissing, or once clothes start coming off with intent.

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Oh my... Well, as far as established relationships go... @sanguinepeccatorum, @angxlxfdexth, @mtunit05953234, and @ahdynn were amongst my first ships on this blog. All of them have been through hell and back and it’s been an intense ride... @battlexfodder, @glacixn, and @gaudiacertaminis are all in that awkward in between stage for their own plot-related reasons right now and it’s so much fun.  @sapicurio, @iimpulsio, @zackleefair, @somnusvincitomnia, @dalathin, @kaaras-adaar, @dryadalismagicae, @peccatuminanis, @reminiscentiae, and @empatheticscientist are all in either that beginning of development or still haven’t decided what they are...and I love it!  It seems like a lot when eyeing a paragraph like that, but considering I have 79 active threads, according to my tracker, I suppose the ratio is actually rather small.      

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

I would prefer it. I never assume that someone is alright with shipping without discussing it, so as long as the mun at least pops me a message to say that they’re alright with anything developing in that manner, it’s a possibility I’ll keep in mind based upon the chemistry and all other factors..

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

That depends on the thread. I never go into it expecting a ship, but if the chemistry is right, then it’s right, and I’m not likely to turn it down. Truthfully, I love a good ship, but again, I need plot and content value to back it up.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

Somewhere in between? I’m more here for writing a good story between muses. If a ship develops, then I’m likely to fall into it hardcore because I admittedly have a somewhat obsessive personality when it comes to content I enjoy (don’t worry, I try not to be annoying with it.) If it happens, though, then I will treasure the ship and fuss over it and treat it with utter appreciation.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

I am. I only have two exceptions that I won’t ship with others on. Aside from that, anything else is free game to explore.  

WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: 

Ardyn/Ravioli, Cor/Nyx, Aranea/Lunafreya, Ardyn/Gentiana, Ravioli/Gladio, and...a few select guilty others that I’m still coming to terms with.     

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Mention it to me, first and foremost, then we can explore the possibility of it together. Just please don’t be upset if I say I’m not interested- which may be for a number of reasons; either our writing styles aren’t compatible or I’m not comfortable with it for some reason or another.  And please make certain to have read my rules first!

Tagged by: @theplagueofstars. @araneaxdragoon, @gaudiacertaminis, @lustralium, @somnusvincitomnia  

Tagging: @infideliis, @oraculideluna, @ahdynn, @sanguinepeccatorum, @dalathin, @gxnwrought, @moonlit-summoner​, @notamare, @empatheticscientist, @foppishdandy, @hopewrought, @reiivusu, @simple-geometry​, @zackleefair  

[pokemagines]

guzma, archie, maxie & cyrus + memer s/o

ask: Can you do the memer s/o but with Guzma, Archie, Maxie, and Cyrus? Thanks

a/n: n’yall and your follow ups..... love it tho i finally have internet clout!!!! courtesy of mod elesa. find part 1 of the memer s/o post here!

guzma

arceus, he loves it. so much. mostly because he memes right along with you and will continue until it dies. there’s not a thing in the universe that can stop the two of you from whittling down the will to live of everyone else!

guzma’s the type of guy who can be easily described as "its ya boy but everytime he says its ya boy it motion tracks and the bass is boosted”.

honestly, he doesn’t have any extreme reactions to you memeing in front of him. it’s everyone else who watches in terror as he catches onto your memes and help annoy that same ‘everyone else’ you are. you two are toxic. 

hau, the radiant ball of sunshine, contemplates jumping into the hau’oli bay while eating malasada with you, guzma and gladion. he’s crying “no more!! no more memes!! i don’t know the way!!! PLEASE STOP ASKING ME!!!” while gladion holds his flailing form. behind them, you and guzma are clucking “hE dOeSn’T kNoW dE wAy”

he’s doing... something when you sneak up behind him, place your hands on his broad shoulders and say, “owo what’s this?” while pointing at his crotch.

“how the fuck did you say that out loud”

“say what?”

“the... the emoticon”

“owo?”

“STOP IT”

archie

it’s funny for a little bit. he memes right along with you on the occasion. there comes a point where you constantly playing the windows 95 shut down noise every time the two of you go to sleep that he just... loses it.

he wakes up the next morning with headphones in, unable to hear you or your disgusting memes as he cooks breakfast for himself (not you). when you tap him on the shoulder and point to his plate, he just shrugs and says, with eggs in his mouth, “that’s what you get for memeing.”

he’s so concerned about you being unable to communicate that he takes you to the best therapist money can buy. you tell them that you use memes to cope with your crippling anxiety and depression. that humor is your only real escape. that if you cut memes out from your life, you’d be nothing. they suggest you slowly ease memes out of your life by logging off of social media.

so, you do. for archie’s sake, and for yours. it takes a month or two, but you’ve finally assimilated to normal human life again. your relationship with archie is the best it’s ever been. the two of you are discussing having kids, and that night... you go onto the internet. it’s like a lethal injection of content you’ve missed for what felt like years...

archie massages your shoulders as you stare at the computer screen, a concerned look on his face. “honey? are you alright? did you find the cat video??”

you say nothing. archie turns the chair around, looking you in the face until—

“ravioli...” you murmur. archie furrows his brow. 

“say that again?”

“r-ra.... ravi...” suddenly you stand up, eyes wide and mouth split into an insane grin as you throw your hands up towards the sky, cackling. “RAVIOLI RAVIOLI, WHAT’S IN THE POCKETOLI???!!!” 

archie screams.

maxie

he hates it. he really, really hates it. like, at one point he flipped over the dinner table because his mightyena farted and you yelled “RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD????? MIGHTYENA, COME ON!!” for the fifth time that night. 

you break his office chair when you abuse the reclining feature and he dissociates so quick you swear he’s gonna pull a knife and use Cut on your ass. you had stared him so deep in the eyes as you kept chorusing “BUT CAN YOU DO THIS???” and leaning... and coming back up... and leaning... 

please, just... put him out of his misery... he wants... no, craves... silence...

forget world domination, you’re probably the reason he wanted to summon groudon and destroy the planet. he couldn’t stand being around you anymore and wanted a legendary pokemon to just End His Suffering so he could be free of your memes.

cyrus

the first time, it’s cute. the second time, it’s stale. the third time? the crippling depression really kicks in as he astral projects into the Void to keep from engaging in conversation with you. 

you should’ve known cyrus of all people wouldn’t think it was cute. hell, you got lucas and that kid barry to laugh (especially barry, he was near tears by the time you stopped), but cyrus wouldn’t budge. not even a smirk. just a glance.

you start memeing constantly around him to get his attention. he ignores you successfully every time. you lose hope when he finally slams his fist on his desk, knocking over pens and the picture frame of the two of you at your wedding. you leave his office with your tail between your legs, feeling rejected.

it’s one night while you’re watching diantha in Game of Unowns that he... he does the thing.

“honey, do you know the way to the sushi place?” 

your ears perk up and you divert your attention from the television. what? “pardon?”

“do you know the way?” he asks again, slower.

it feels like arceus is shining his holy light on you. the harps are playing, the choir is singing, and you swore cyrus just morphed into ugandan knuckles a moment ago.

“you must have ebola to know de wey...” you whisper, eyes wide. you look insane, to be honest. the chance to meme in front of cyrus... it has arrived. 

“i need what?”

“j-just go down Raichu Road and you’ll see it at Abomasnow Avenue, honey,” you splutter, forcing your gaze to go back to your show. why am i like this? why??? 

[tonysnarkstark]

Blushing Red

by @mariesbookblog for the MCU Kink Bingo Square N4; Bucky x Steve x Tony

So, I took the idea from @reioka where Steve and/or Bucky wink at Tony and Tony blushes. It was cute and I couldn’t help myself. The ending is a little rushed because I was at work and my shift was almost over. 

“What’s cooking, good-looking?” Bucky asked, lightly hip-checking Tony as they both stood waiting for the coffee machine to finish making its life-giving elixir.

Snatching the first cup, Tony glanced at Bucky over the rim of the coffee mug. “You don’t want me to cook, honeybuns.”

“Come on, I’ve heard stories about your pasta,” Bucky said, pouring himself a cup, then refilling Tony’s quickly emptied mug.

Tony shrugged. “That’s not cooking, that’s an art. Has my platypus been talking out of school again?”

“Nah, I heard it from Stevie.”

“Steve- Oh, yeah. I made ravioli for Boxer’s Day.”

“I’m heart-broken, doll. When am I going to get to try some?” Bucky pouted, and the face was so ridiculous, Tony laughed.

“When is your birthday, snowflake?” he asks.

Bucky paused for half a second, and that broke Tony’s heart, that he still sometimes had to think about things like that. Thing he should know off the top of his head. “March 10th,” he finally said.

Two weeks away, then, Tony realized. “I’ll make you some pasta for your birthday.” He hesitated. “Unless you want something else, I mean, of course, you probably have some favorite meal, I can make some pasta some other time.” He would have kept rambling but Bucky held a hand up.

“Tony, I would love for you to make dinner for me on my birthday.”

“Oh.”

Bucky winked. “I’m looking forward to it, doll.”

Tony felt himself blush, and stuttered out... some response before darting to the elevator to escape to his lab.

--

“Tony?”

Tony looked up, startled. He hadn’t heard anyone come in.

“Sorry,” Steve apologized.

“No,” Tony waved him off. “Just the man I was looking for.” He grinned, quick and happy. “Come here often, handsome?”

Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled back. “Only when summoned.”

“Ohhhh, obedient, are you?” Tony sassed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Was that Tony’s imagination or was Steve’s voice deeper than normal?

Oh, he would, Tony thought. “Come on, Steve, come try this strap out. I think it’ll last longer than your usual five minutes in battle.”

“It’s not my fault they don’t last!”

“Oh, sure. I’m sorry, who snapped it in half last week?”

Steve looked unrepentant.

Tony stifled a smile. “Okay, you stand there, and let’s see just how obedient you are.”

Steve stood where Tony had pointed, then winked at him. “Just for you, Tony.”

Tony could feel the color flushing his face. He turned away quickly, ostentatiously to check something on his screen, but he saw Steve’s intrigued look.

--

From then on out, it was a competition between Steve and Bucky to see who could get Tony to blush the most. According to JARVIS, Steve was winning. Bucky was offended. The punk who normally tripped over himself - literally - when around his crushes was winning?

The other Avengers caught on quickly and tried to get Tony to blush too, but it didn't happen as often. Clint managed it a few times, when Tony was exhausted. Whenever Natasha winked at Tony, he merely backed away, looking terrified. Bruce didn't seem interested, and Thor only managed to blink.

When Tony fled the room, bright red, JARVIS announced in a long-suffering voice, “You are now ahead of Captain Rogers, Sergeant.”

Bucky punched the air.

--

“Why are they doing this?” Tony moaned, throwing himself down onto the couch in his workshop.

“Doing what?” Rhodey said, without looking up.

“They keep- winking at me!”

Rhodey looked up from his magazine. “Probably because they want to jump your bones.”

Tony rolled enough so he could look at Rhodey with one eyeball.

“So they're embarrassing me- wait you haven't even been here the past month! How would you know?”

Setting down his magazine, he sighed heavily, as if asked to carry a great burden. “Tony. Tones. They want to have your babies, if that were even possible. They've wanted in your pants for months. They want to do the horizontal tango for three, and you are the only one who doesn't know that because you're oblivious as fuck.”

Tony sat up. “What.”

Rhodey leaned over, nose to nose. “Please make this resolve this unresolved sexual tension. It's making me sick.”

Tony jumped up and ran out of the workshop.

--

“Do you want to have sex?” Tony demanded.

Steve and Bucky looked up in alarm when Tony stormed into their little living room.

“What?” Bucky asked, not sure he had heard the genius correctly.

“Do you want to get naked and sweaty?” Tony repeated.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other, then back at Tony.

Steve finally opened his mouth. “I mean sure? But we also want to take you out to the movies. And dinner.”

“So your plan was to embarrass me into dating you?”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Bucky agreed. “Did it work?”

Tony thought, tapping his foot. “I expect you to make this up to me,” he finally decided. “I’m high maintenance. I expect lots of cuddles.”

Bucky grinned slowly. “Oh, we can do that, doll,” he said, and winked at Tony.

“Eep,” Tony managed, blushing, before Steve grabbed him and pulled him onto the couch between the two to cuddle.