#seeing as Ula is just as weird

[unma]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BABA YAGA IS WRAITHTAKER. Fucking HILARIOUS.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Welcome Back, OTC. (I'll make love to you) | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC. SMUT. 18+!! MDNI!

Description: Roman is full of surprises at the biggest party of the summer. Lilah is eager to welcome him back.

Warnings: Established Dom/sub dynamic, teasing, spanking/mention of spanking, praise/rewards ("good girl "), honorifics ("Daddy", "My tribal chief"), Nipple play, Petnames (Princess, babygirl, little brat?), vaginal sex, mild brating/brat taming and begging.

Face claim: Jaylen Barron.

Song: I'll make love to you by Boys ll Men

You can find more of my work here.

Stories that feature Roman x Lilah include: Jealous, 34+35, There goes my baby, Nonsense, and Worst to me.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.

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Lilah sat backstage, anxiously waiting for her boyfriend Roman Reigns to return from the ring. She had no idea ahead of time that he was going to show up and go all 'Wreck everyone and leave' on his little cousin. She was honestly in disbelief. Truth be told it was probably for the best. Lilah couldn't hold water. If she caught glimpse of a birthday gift Roman had gotten for one of his cousins, it was within hours that she'd spill the beans. it's just who she was, surprises were not her forte.

She had been backstage removing her makeup and what-not after her own match, completely in the dark as to what Roman had up his sleeve when she heard the arena erupted in cheers and Lilah's heart skipped a beat. She knew that sound all too well - Roman's wrestlemania 40 theme.

Lilah rushed to the monitor, eager to see her beloved boyfriend. She watched in disbelief as Roman practically flew into the ring and superman punched Solo, giving him no time to recover before hitting him with a spear as 50k+ people roared thunderously in support of him.

After the match, Roman made his way backstage.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" she asked, her voice neutral.

Roman smiled almost sheepishly. "I wanted it to be a surprise," he said.

Lilah was both angry and relieved. She was angry that Roman had kept her in the dark, but relieved that he was back. In the direct aftermath of wrestlemania 40 the two of them had gone on vacation together, had some island time and just took some time to reconnect, though after the first month Lilah made her return to WWE whereas Roman had not been seen since April. It was now August. Four months later. To the fans it had felt like an eternity. It had for Lilah too really. Being on the road without him felt incredibly weird. Especially now that she wasn't traveling with the bloodline.

With Jimmy and Paul both out with injuries after getting attacked by the new members Solo had brought into the bloodline. Jacob, Tama and Tanga had all been recruited post wrestlemania season when Solo decided that he wanted to play pretend, he had convinced himself that he was the tribal chief and Lilah didn't want any part of it. So she was more than willing to travel by herself, though she did sometimes ride with Trin, Bianca and Jade.

She'd kept Roman in the loop the entire time, constantly filling him in on the shit talking Solo was doing, down to him having the audacity to wear the ula fala. Roman was eerily calm each time, he just reassured her that things would be fine. Just do her own thing, keep her distance from Solo and the others and that he would be back when the time was right.

It seemed that the time was right at Summerslam. "OTC?" Lilah questioned.

"Original tribal chief." Roman responded, a smirk on his face. Lilah couldn't help but chuckle. She loved when he got petty.

As they entered Roman's locker room, Roman pulled Lilah into a tight embrace.

A petty Roman Reigns was a dangerous Roman Reigns. A sexy Roman Reigns. Not that he wasn't always mouth wateringly fuckable, but this attitude... yeah it was doing something for her.

"I missed you," he whispered.

Lilah melted into his arms, all thoughts of anger and surprise fading away. She had missed him too, more than she could put into words.

"I have another surprise for you." Roman said flirtatiously.

Lilah's curiosity was piqued. "What is it?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Roman smiled slyly. "I can't tell you yet," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I promise, you'll love it."

Lilah couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation. She had always loved the way Roman kept her on her toes.

"When can I find out?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Roman leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Soon," he whispered. "Very soon."

Lilah's heart was racing now. She couldn't wait to find out what Roman had in store for her.

"But I want to know now," she said, pouting playfully.

Roman chuckled. "Nope," he said, giving her a playful swat on the ass. "I'm afraid you'll just have to wait."

Lilah huffed in mock frustration. "You're no fun," she said, trying to hide her smile.

Roman chuckled and leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

Lilah's annoyance quickly faded as Roman's lips met hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Roman was grinning. "See?" he said. "I can be fun."

Lilah rolled her eyes, but she was secretly thrilled. "I suppose you're not completely hopeless," she teased.

Roman pretended to be offended. "Ouch," he said, placing a hand over his heart. "You wound me, babygirl."

"You think you can get away with talking to your tribal chief like that? Rolling your eyes at me?" He continued in a playful stern tone, "You want me to spank you, Babygirl?"

Lilah laughed. "You'll live," she said.

Roman chuckled taking a seat and pulled Lilah into his lap. "You're so feisty," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I love it."

Lilah grinned and snuggled closer to him. "You love me," she said, nuzzling his neck.

Roman smiled and kissed the top of her head. "That I do," he said. "That I do."

They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Lilah was still curious about Roman's surprise, but she knew better than to push him... She still did it anyway though.

Roman chuckled again, sensing Lilah's eagerness. "You're really not going to let this go, are you, little brat?" he asked, his voice taking on a slightly dominant tone.

Lilah shivered at the sound of his voice. "No," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want to know what you have planned."

Roman smirked and tightened his grip on her waist. "You're going to have to be a good girl and wait," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And if you're really good, I might just give you a reward."

Lilah's heart skipped a beat. "I can be good, My tribal chief." she said, her voice breathy.

Roman chuckled and ran a hand up her thigh. "I know you can," he said, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Before long they were back in the luxury hotel suite Roman had booked for them, it was dimly light with rose petals all around and led candles flickering. There was champagne and strawberries. The room itself smelled faintly of lavender which he knew was one of her favorite scents. Soft r&b music, mostly from the 90s played from the Bluetooth speaker on the bedside table.

Lilah's eyes widened as she took in the romantic atmosphere. "You did all this for me?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

Roman smiled and pulled her closer. "Of course I did," he said. "You deserve the best."

He led her over to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. "Now, it's time for your reward," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Lilah's heart racing with anticipation. She felt Roman's hands on her body, tracing a path of fire over her skin. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, his lips moving down to her collarbone.

Roman's hands moved lower, slipping under her shirt and tracing the curve of her hips. He kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth. Lilah arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And all mine."

Roman began to kiss his way down her body. He removed both her shirt and her bra then tossed it aside,"You were such a good girl. So patient and loyal while daddy was away." He said before he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

Lilah moaned louder, her body writhing under his touch. "Roman, please," she begged. "I need you, My tribal chief."

Lilah's body was on fire with desire. She could feel Roman's hands everywhere, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Roman groaned, his own desire evident. "You're so eager, princess." he said, his voice thick with lust.

Roman continued to kiss and touch her, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body. Lilah was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the sensations he was creating.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled away. Lilah opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion, "Daddy..." she whined at his teasing.

Roman's eyes darkened with lust at the sound of her voice. "Yes, princess?" he said, his voice low and commanding.

Lilah shivered at the sound of his nickname for her. "just fuck me already," she whispered. "I want you so badly, my tribal chief, please fuck me."

Roman growled, his control slipping. "You're playing with fire, babygirl," he said as he began to pull down her shorts followed by her black lace panties.

Lilah moaned again, arching her back as he exposed her skin to the cool air. "I don't care," she said. "I need you, daddy."

Roman's hands moved slowly, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin. Roman smirked, enjoying the effect he was having on her. "Is someone feeling a little needy?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement and his signature cockiness.

Liliah whimpered, her body aching for his touch. "Please," she begged. "Please fuck me, daddy."

Roman chuckled, loving the way she begged. "Well since you asked so nicely..." he said before shedding his own clothes.

Roman's hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself between her legs. "Mm go ahead, babygirl, acknowledge me." he growled, before thrusting into her.

Lilah cried out, her nails digging into his back as he started to move. "Oh fuck! I acknowledge you, Daddy." she moaned.

Roman continued to thrust into her, his movements rough and possessive. "That's right, babygirl," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it."

Liliah moaned louder, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, Daddy, I'm yours. Only yours." she said.

Roman's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "You're so tight, babygirl," he groaned. "You feel so good around me."

Liliah could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tensing with pleasure. "Please, Daddy, I'm so close," she whimpered.

Liliah's body shuddered as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves. "Daddy!" she cried out, clinging to him tightly.

Roman leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Come for me, princess. I want to feel you come undone around me."

Roman continued to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm before finally finding his own release. He groaned her name as he came, collapsing on top of her.

Liliah wrapped her arms around him, panting and spent. "Welcome back, OTC..." she said, her voice hoarse.

[see-arcane]

Happy Friday the 13th!

Time for some updates.

Plushies

I promise I have not forgotten the little guys-in-potentia. I’ve just been going through many circles of Hell trying to find a decent manufacturer that isn’t operating on some secret ‘Sorry, We Only Work with Brands ™ and Influencers ©, Enjoy Sending Half a Dozen Queries to Our Inbox-Void, You Little Nobody~ <3’ rule. So that was fun. But, finally, I think I’ve found a prospective maker. The issue?

The smallest bulk order is a 50-count. $30 each, roughly. Just for one. 30 x 50 = at least $1,500. If I try to do Mina and Jonathan (DO NOT SEPARATE), that’s 100 plushies. $3,000.

And that’s without dealing with the logistics of storing all the dang things, figuring out shipping costs depending on where I’d be mailing them (not including the packaging), and figuring out how to fairly price them without also gutting everyone’s wallets while we’re all broke.

Fundraising options like Kickstarter, Indiegogo, and Backerkit all look like the only solid way to go here, but they come with their own caveats.

I need some kind of prototype to have on display, not just the concept. The manufacturer I have in mind does provide a physical prototype prior to going to work on bulk orders, but I’d need to talk with them about the what-ifs involved if a fundraiser fails to drop enough cash to afford the full order.

I still need to figure out what a fair funding target would be that would cover cost of manufacturing/shipping/etc and I do not know that magic number.

Tiers? Do I do tiers with this? If so, how do I portion those out dollar-wise? What goodies can I throw in that would sweeten the deal? At the moment all I have is my writing.

Argh.

Really, 4) kind of sums up the whole thing at the moment. I really, really want to make all my assorted little guys come to cuddly life, but the numbers involved are looking more complicated than pi, especially when I—(frankly, all of us)—have Zero Money to gamble away. If I’m off by one (1) digit that means the difference between ‘Yes, I can pay for manufacturing and shipping and et ceteras no problem!’ and ‘WHOOPS SURPRISE YOU’RE PAYING AN EXTRA FEE OUT OF POCKET NOW BECAUSE YOU DID NUMBER WRONG, HA HA.’ Add that to the fact that I really don’t have anything tangible to pin to hypothetical tiers just now?

I’m afraid the plush Harkers (along with Quinn Morse and his new accessory) have to go on a back shelf for the time being.

But, for a more positive note…

October Scares and Scribbles

I plan to have a Substack in place sometime within October. It will include not just Harker’s current helping of chapters, but…

A new Harker teaser

Backups of some older stuff

[REDACTED] as a little Halloween treat

A generally tidier domain to keep my scattered scrawling in order

As it stands, I don’t feel comfortable turning it into a paid subscription Substack. I won’t be doing clockwork updates and what I will have up won’t be worth a routine fee. I’ll likely have a Ko-Fi link up as a sort of tip jar, but that’ll be that.

Speaking of money…

Maybe Making Merch?

Turns out the options for making less complicated bric-a-brac than stuffed animals are…less complicated. Imagine that. I’ve also been poking around looking at possibilities for stationery, bookmarks, cups, assorted bits and bobs. You know the Dracula Cast(ula) was made for journals and coffee mugs. However, I need to know what kind of designs folks would want to see. So:

The prospects here are much less stressful as far as puzzling out details goes, so I feel a little better about chewing on this. Still need to settle on Official Designs, but I’d wave those around for folks to see first.

All that said?

Argh

Because it bears repeating.

You’ll notice I haven’t laid out exact dates or timeframes for any of this stuff. That’s because I’m still neck-deep in the job hunt, along with grappling with the possibility of having to burn more money on new courses to enter a field I hate, but looks to be one of few career paths that will actually pay me more than pocket change. Said positions not even being guaranteed to still be in the same shape once I’m out of class. Same as my last job.

In four months, I’ll have been applying for a solid year. Every day. All to positions that either send copy-paste rejections, ghost outright, turn out to be thin veils for scams, or, most fun prospect, aren’t even real, because companies keep putting up false job openings to look like they’re expanding. My time has alternated between this and writing and trying not to look at my bank account. Between that and anxiety bordering on nausea concerning the upcoming election, my Halloween vibes are pretty bruised too.

It has. Not been the best time.

But the best part of it is still going on. Because that part is you guys. The people who’ve enjoyed my nonsense. The people who’ve actually dropped some bucks my way on Ko-Fi or bought my book! The people who’ve encouraged me for ages and have turned out to be some of the coolest folks a fellow bookworm could hope for. Thank you.

I hope you’ll cross your fingers for me going forward.

Postscript

I’m also working on the rough draft for this thing. Whether I can get it up on the platform I’d like or not, it will see daylight even if I have to drag it outside myself.

Living’s not cheap, but complaining is free. >:}

[the-crystal-femmes]

alright so list of questions that are just off the top of our head(sorry if it may end up similar to what others may have asked about your system) 1. wtf are peridots meepmorps?/gen am curious 2. where do ya'll hang out in headspace most of the time, do you guys really even have a headspace? 3. do you guys have a nest in system weird niche ask but we tend to nest in and out of system so we're curious!(we love our nests, they're our safe spaces) sorry if you've already been asked, we hope this isn't too long, and we hope your day/night gets better!(also, also, don't hold back on being gay about your partners, we love to see it. it's your blog. we come here for you, that includes all your gayness./sillyyetserious/genuine) - Lovely

Meepmorps is a silly word for like.. Inventions. We don't honestly know what Peridot makes, she just likes doing that.

Pearl and I can usually be found in the front room, same with Garnet / Ula. Ula has her own room as well. There's a forest with a laboratory (usually where Frankie is), and I'm assuming there's a backroom where you'll find everyone else.

We have a nest on our couch! Technically just a bed but there's a lot of plushies on it. I've thought about making a nest with Pearl and Ula in headspace, but I end up cuddling Pearl on the floor a lot when we sleep. Sometimes I'll wake up in the morning and ze's still asleep so I go back to bed ^^.

(Also yes, Pearl sleeps now! She didn't in zeir canon much iirc but we probably have chronic fatigue so ze's sleepy a lot)

- YP

[fantasystrangers]

Bed, for Sergio and Fiann

will they, won't they?

[ BED ]: while the sender is sleeping beside them, the receiver has a moment to watch them and consider their own feelings, resulting in clarity and a realization.

When had they fallen asleep?

And was this what she wanted? Heart starting to beat fast, Fíann slid out from the bed without a single noise, rubbing her eyes, pulling her phone out of her pocket to check the time. Early enough. Good. The screen fell asleep in a few seconds, leaving her reflection staring back at her. Fade, still. Hair dyed brown. The mysterious part of her there, still. Herself, still. No changing to suit anyone. The past was not back.

Merrick had demanded that she change. That she be far more feminine than she was comfortable with. That she shut the lid of Pandora’s box and swallow all the feelings she could not control. That she become small, quiet, invisible, a doll for him to play with however he pleased. A doll with no feelings and thoughts of her own.

Sergio was different. Damn, the entire situation was different.

Fíann felt different, too. The necessity to feel anything other than safety wasn’t there anymore. But this tiny event, having fallen asleep next to someone - next to someone she was supposed to have feelings for... She was, wasn’t she? He’d opened up to her about his past, he’d trusted her with himself. She trusted him, too, as much as it could be said she trusted anyone after Merrick and his parents had happened. Certainly far, far more than she would’ve trusted anyone a few years ago, that was for sure. And yet...

Friends don’t usually sleep in the same bed like that. They might hold hands, sure; Fíann had done that before with Ula and Eithne, they loved hugs and holding hands. So that’s why it feels so strange.

Nah, there’s nothing there. Back a few years ago I thought I was fucked up for it, but now I can see the truth. I don’t fall in love with people. And that’s maybe for the better. If the other person gets fucking mad at me the way Merrick did, it shows me they’re only here for romantic shit. I feel far more comfortable with platonic stuff.

And if he’s okay with that... Well, it would make everything easy. Almost as easy as it used to be back in the day. But what if this is wrong? What if I’m wrong? The thoughts rushed in, making her heart race. What if I’m leading him on? What if I’ve been the bad guy all along, and this is just a trap for yet another guy? And what if... What if she’s just overthinking the shit outta this? What if there’s no romantic element to this at all, and they’re just conjuring it up from their weird head like they’ve done so many times before?

...Breakfast. Fíann needed breakfast. Fíann needed to meditate awhile, and breakfast, stat.

[dysfunctionaldogdude]

Ula actually had said something about abortion, however due to how Ula speaks and the wording, we couldn't really tell if he was joking or genuinely suggesting that Pearl get an abortion if ze feels like ze can't handle it (if she does turn out to be pregnant, that is). Ula didn't mean anything harmful by it though, we all know that

It's really scary. We are very adamantly pro-choice and yes I would be fully fine if Pearl decides abortion is the go-to if this ends up happening. (I'm just kind of scared it wouldn't be possible since this is. Y'know, a headspace thing and could be another way of forming a headmate or something.)

The brain is so.. Weird. I don't know. I'm just stressed and hoping it's not the case, but I'm also just focused on trying to help Pearl out cause I don't like seeing zem in distress at all.

- River

Yeah, I get the distress stuff I don't like seeing people I care about in distress. Hence why I want to help as much as I can. Either way. Pearl is doing great and y'all are doing great :)

[thetravelingymleader]

((@ula-ula-island-kahuna ))

Hey. This uh, Nox....and Nanu?

Because I'm Nanu, Island Kahuna.

Think I need to talk to you guys. Message me.

.... Nice joke bro. However, my dad is right here, soooo.

What is it?

I dunno, some dude pretending to be you, I guess.

Hmm. If they were, doubt they'd be wanting to talk to us and reveal themselves.

It's the internet, dad. People are just weird.

Right. Let's see what they want, son. No need to jump to conclusions.

Alright...

[jenakuns]

Some thoughts on Relativity

So I've been observing the company of Relativity Space for a good while now. What originally got me in I think were the plumes + some cool numbers and I've stayed in since then. Main line of interest in space for new people is SpaceX, but if you are naturally a contrarian or feel some degree of dislike towards Musk, it can push elsewhere. There's a generic mindset in the community where people have a desire to feel neurodiverse so they obsess over one particular company or vehicle in space. I've seen it with Firefly, ABL, Rocket Lab, Astra, Blue Origin, ULA and Relativity among others (personally I want to be deep on Varda, but can't believe it over the competition (Delian don't let me down)). Of course launch is the most common because of their visibility + the interesting activity being condensed over a couple minutes instead of months/years*. I wouldn't count Virgin Galactic as those tend to be more stock types with a financial attachment rather than a social one.

*Capstone I know you think you're cool doing half a million flips in space and saving it, but I mean Astra once did a powerslide so you're never gunna compare.

Anyways, yes Relativity. See this would never work in any other format. Just me ranting. I couldn't make a youtube video or any reasonable discussion on a social media platform. But for you nutters on tumblr who will never read this because it's likely adjacent to your interest areas, it's just right. Maybe livestreaming, but I'm not quick witted enough for that.

So uh how do I feel about the company. It's hard to say because I'm so close and feel so removed. Is 3d printing worth it? Shit maybe idk. The whole mass increase + the massive effort it's taken to get them working in the first place just makes it seems like it was not worth the money. ABL was founded a year after Relativity and achieved launch before Relativity at a much more efficient capital burn. As is now with >1000 employees, Relativity is burning hundreds of mil and isn't making any significant revenue right now. They will need to do another capital raise in like the next year or 2. The thing I come back to is the ability to move onto brighter pastures with the printer. Terran R is what is needed to make the company work and not burn money like it was going out of style. So anything to make the move to Terran R easier is justified.

I believed large scale work on Aeon R began in ~2020, maybe a bit into 2019. So a clean sheet 1.1 MN methane GG engine being on test stand in 3 years is pretty good, although TQ-12 context*. Prometheus began in 2015 and got an engine on stand in 2022. And that's the first engine, we'll probably see >10 Aeon R doing things by years end compared to like 2 or 3 Prometheus. That was enabled by Terran 1 heritage. Will the same principle go for the rest of Terran R. The big question is inevitably the structures because that's where Relativity is doing their new thing. So how long till we see large actual real Terran R Stargate hardware. They wanted to do like 1 engine/week by June 2023. That would be like 30 engines by years end. If they manage that, then maybe a shot. Maybe Gustavo man was on the money.

*Tianque 12 is a 660kN methane GG engine that started in August 2017 and had an engine on test stand in November 2019.

I always feel like I'm moving the goal posts. 'The current product is alright, but this next one coming soon tm will be the real deal' and it's always the next one. Which I suppose is the point of iteration right, but I can't help but feel uncomfortable. Keep in mind I don't actually make these points to people, I mostly think through these arguments with myself and see where I end up. But if you can do tank structure prints on Stargate 4 sooner rather than later, first half this year, it's good. Tim Ellis has hinted that there will be reveals after the first launch. It's always weird, cuz they want like a dozen Stargate 4.0s by years end, each of which is capable of printing 4 Terran R's in a year. But then we look at hardware produced and it's feels nowhere near that.

And then we look at Rocket Lab who have the nice good mass margins with composite and the low pressure ORSC engines which will presumably be very reusable. Granted the last time a company tried the tack of we'll run ORSC methane engine but at lower pressures so we have plenty of margin on the reusable engine it didn't work out too well for them. But talent wise the industry is in a much better spot. If Rocket Lab are producing 1/2 mass tanks relative to Relativity, while not risking the entire company because they don't have crazy cash burn because of existing revenue because good company. Wouldn't that make Neutron just better/more attractive on technical level, and production rate doesn't really matter for reusable rockets. So why Oneweb go with Terran? Bigger? If Terran R isn't on pad before Neutron then Relativity have failed. Everything is set up for this dev program. Anyone with a rocket on pad right now is happy because launch is selling like hot cakes.

How will it do in this market? Maybe it's big enough. I feel like the commercial market projections are a meme and that there's going to be a bunch of satellite company failures and scalebacks that puts the launch back in place. Is Relativity able to survive the crunch. What is the schedule? Sadly it's the most irrational hater wins normally, but that indicates bankruptcy does it not. Because Relativity will not have money for like 2027.

November 2024 is the window for the Mars mission. Can they do it? No. But I wants to believe mister. But the irrationals shall have their domain. But what if... no. :(

Give me the organic prints Relativity and show me the journey was worthwhile. A dome with poor finish and features that are only necessary cuz it's being printed is not that. I want to see bones.

I like FTL soundtrack for writing these posts. Very soothing. I need to get a more diverse set though.

[fantasycorrupted-a]

There wasn't much to miss out on. As it usually happened after a grand coup was over, the Corbeaus had switched back to either sending each other interesting stuff, memes, or talking about friends. Over time, with Hella and Fíann's friendship, Fíann's fame grew among the fallen angels, and also among the angels, and of course they would sometimes talk about her. Like, how the hell does she do timetravel? Or how the hell do mermaids exist? Unlike Merric, the Corbeaus were only curious, but they wanted to give her space.

That also meant not asking Colette too many questions about her. Although Luceus still felt weird around the mermaid timetraveller, he made an effort not to make things worse, and letting her stay out until later without texting her too much. (Underneath the badass surface, he turned out to be very clingy and emotional. Who would guess.) That would not help.

[Text] Oh by the way not all merms are insane.

[text] I have a very close guy friend and a bunch of other pals. You'll see the fish scales. They're trustable

[text] They've been wanting to swing by so if you run into them y'all are free to come upstairs or something.

They're trustable. Fíann kicked the sofa, tossing her phone on top of it and groaning with annoyance. Trustable. Is this how low I have sunken? Really? Despite how logical it was to be unable to trust people after Merric happened, it became just another thing Fíann held against herself. None of this could've happened if I had played along with his bullshit. If I shut my mouth and did what he said. Now look at this. A fucking mess.

"Coming!" Fíann called out from a window and began descending the staircase.

As she headed for the door on the inside of the house, the friends she had mentioned to Colette headed for the outside of her door, just where Colette was. A young woman with dyed bluish hair in two braids and purple clothes, flanked by two guys, appeared in front of the door. One had shorter hair and a t-shirt with ocean animals, and the other had wavy long hair and a small box in his hands. "Hey, that's gotta be the gal Fí told us about," the girl said to them. "Hi! I'm Ula, and this is Dylan and Rónan," she nodded towards ocean t-shirt guy and wavy hair guy.

(Post-fencing)

Colette made it a point to try to see everyone within her friend group at least once a week if her schedule allowed it. She especially made sure to show up to Fiann's place often enough to make sure she felt welcome, and to check in on her to ascertain that she was doing okay after the Merric incident.

She'd bought an SUV for her adventures in Germany; she knew having more than two seats would have been crucial with a friend group as large as hers. It was a new vehicle, but the same color as before, a bright pearlescent orange.

She knew how Fiann operated; asking Fiann if she can come over gave her too much of an opportunity to turn down much-needed social interaction. Instead, Colette would drive to her house and text her,

[text] I'm outside

and she'd wait for Fiann's response. If Fiann really didn't want to see her, Colette would respect her decision, but Colette wouldn't let Fiann become a full-on hermit if she could help it.

That's what I get for not sticking to the plan and staying lowkey.

And how could she? Merric and lowkey could not coexist; wherever he was, there went half the eyes in town. When they would argue, his people would give Fíann dirty looks after, like she had done or said something wrong - even when Merric was the one doing the screaming and throwing things. And although this fuck-up had ended, with it, so had Ríane's life. He truly does drag people to hell, huh. Even without being directly involved in shit.

Fíann had believed that danger died along with Merric. That no more of it would follow. A mistake, and one that had turned out to be fatal for Ríane, too. Given they were both strong enough to fight off a bunch of navy officers, Fíann had thought they would be out of trouble once Merric was out of the game. And oh, how wrong she had been, how bloody wrong. Merric and a lot of his supporters were gone now - but they had managed to make people fear them.

And where there was fear, there, too, was hatred. Fíann's parents had large enough reputation (despite not being very famous) to keep them safe. And they had been around for quite a while, too; they were known, and they were trusted. To an extent, the mermaid wasn't alone, either - those who were not against her were with her. Those that sided with Merric (about half the city, like Fíann knew, but in truth less) however hated everyone involved with Fíann.

There were plenty of lesser reasons to do so along with the lies the rich brat had fed to people. Some folks were suspicious of redheads - and Fíann had a temper she was known for to boot, although she was mostly known for her science work and for music. Others were suspicious of "the other kind of mermaids", again thanks to Merric. And because they all lived in a part of the city with a tight-knit community, the hate spread from Fíann to Ríane.

I got her fucking killed just for showing her face around me.

It made sense. In her enemies' eyes, it was probably a tit for tat situation. You killed our precious boy, we'll hurt you back just as bad. And none of that was the point. The point had been to show to people that Merric Murchadh was actually an asshole who thought he could manipulate his way through life, and leave broken trust and scarred people behind. But of course. What did she expect from them? To understand? They'd never got it, even before, well, Merric.

...She'd felt numb for a few days. No one got to see that, though - no one. Not Colette, not Aurora, not Hella, and not even Rónán, Ula and Dylan, the three other people Fíann could claim were her best friends. Well... a part of her had wanted Rónán to be something more than that. But Merric had happened instead. Fíann had eaten and showered and read some poetry and played some music as usual, and she had plans to go hang out with her friends. All is well.

Not.

The vibration from her phone (she often set it on silent so it wouldn't distract her if she was busy working at home) snapped her out of her thoughts. Let me guess, company. It was not a nice thing to do, but she had ignored almost everyone else's texts, save for three. Hella. Rónán. And now Colette. Nevermind, they all take the gold, I don't care who reached out first. The effort counts. Word had likely spread, though, as Fíann received cupcakes via mail (somehow uncrushed), a poetry book, and a bunch of funny memes from Kamael's brothers ("you don't gotta reply but check this out, hope you enjoy it").

And there was Colette now. Right outside. If Rónán hadn't been sick, he would have probably been there as well. Dammit, what now...

[text] Unless you just wanna sit and be quiet, [text] I can't offer anything.

Aside from charismatic, Fíann was also a good liar - but she never lied to her friends. Even when the truth could be shitty.

@redemptioninchaos

[rurulyywrites]

💀☁️🍋My sweet|Azul Ashengrotto X transM!golden retriever!chubby!reader

Pairings: Azul Ashengrotto X transM!golden retriever!chubby!reader

Plot: Azul has been admiring Y/n for so long. Admiring might be an understatement. Yet he fails to realize that the person that appreciated him the most,was just not even a sign away.

Type: yandere,fluff and lemon. (my first trio type oneshot >~<)

Requested by: OfficalAl0is_Trancy

"Hi idk if you do this but a Trans male chubby Golden retriever mc x Dom!Azul so my plot is Mc goes into the Cafe can't think of what's it Called and asks jade to speak with Azul so he takes mc back and then mc says I want somebody to appreciate me I throw everything away for others and Azul says yes but mc has to stay with him for a day and when mc signs he says nothing changed and then Azul is all like oh I tricked you I always appreciated you and your mine I love you and I never said only a day and then after a heartfulled. Moments later Azul. Makes a move and slowly starts (Kinks would be Dom/bottom overstim and praise) and at the end its very fluffy so fluff yandere and lemon"

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3rd person POV

"So wonderful.."

"So.. so.. perfect.."

"My PERFECT Y/n!"

Azul said as his tone got increasingly more insane and loud as he looked at his wall filled with photos of Y/n.

Azul had been stalking Y/n,his 'best friend', ever since he saw him in the cafeteria.

Yet they've been friends for only 3 months.

Which meant he's collected not only numerous candid photos of him,but even some of his favourite clothes and.. some of Y/n's necessities.

"He's so handsome.. so cute.. so perfect..!"

Azul said as he goes insane just on Y/n's photos alone.

He was clearly admiring.. such an understatement.

He was so obsessed with Y/n,he could just pass away from a single touch of him. An unhealthy obsession.

Every inch of him is PERFECT!

His fluffy,golden retriever ears and tails.

His adorable puppy dog eyes

His skin,so soft.

And the way..

The way he would smile at me

He grew thirsty of the thought of you in his mind. His mind wasn't the only one excited though..

.

"Ugh.. I should go on a diet. So bad."

Y/n whined as he placed his hands on his stomach and squeezed his fat

"Fnyah..? You think that's a big stomach?"

Grim said as he slapped his paws on his,making a loud sound.

"Pfft--.. jeez.. okay"

"I'm the chubby one in this dorm. You're not. You're really not,Y/n!"

Grim tried assuring him.

"Eh.. I don't know.."

"seriously?! DO YOU WANT ME TO PULL YOUR TAIL UNTIL YOU ADMIT YOU'RE THE COOLEST AND MOST PERFECT PERSON IN EVERY UNIVERSE?!"

Grim said aggressively.

"I.. y'know what.. I'll grab a drink in Monstro Lounge.."

"buy me a tuna while you're at it! I wanna be mistaken as PREGNANT in public! Only for little pieces of tuna to be my babies"

"Jeez.. you are weird." And with that, Y/n left to Monstro Lounge.

.

Though Y/n lied. He didn't go to Monstro Lounge to eat or drink nor hang out.

He came to make a contract. (Zhongli much?)

Y/n sighed as he entered the Lounge,it was filled with so many people.

Business must be well then.. good for Azul.

Y/n thought with a smile as he went and looked for Jade; but instead,Jade spotted him.

"Y/n? What brings you here?"

Jade asked as he saw Y/n sitting on one of the tables

"I.. I just came looking for Azul. That's all"

Y/n simply answers with a smile

"He's in his room,I'll tell him that you're coming to him"

"Thanks alot,Jade."

.

Y/n was genuinely excited for this.

Finally,his dreams of having someone appreciate him for who he is would finally come true with the help of his best friend.

Yet for Azul,he was busy with other stuff.

"What do you mean Y/n's coming this way?"

Azul asked nervously as he tried to cover all of the photos he took of Y/n from his wall

"Jade told me that Shrimpy wants to talk to you--"

"Well you should've told him to wait in my office! And do not call him Shrimpy!"

Azul shouted through the phone. "Why?"

"Floyd,listen. My room is a mess. And I can't let him see it!"

"My room's more of a mess and Ula still comes by to kick my ass and tell me to clean it"

"Tell him to wait for me in the office now!".

*Knock*

"Fuck."

Azul muttered as he ended the call and taped his blanket to his wall to cover the photos.

Taking one good look of himself in his mirror and fixing his appearance before opening the door.

"Heyaa 'Zully~"

Y/n said in a cheery tone with his tail wagging behind him.

Azul saw it and lightly blushed while staring at his tail.

Guess something else was excited..

"Uh..? My eyes are up here,Zul?"

Y/n said jokingly as Azul snapped back to reality and looked at Y/n

"R-right! Sorry.. that was very uncalled for.."

"It's cool,you do it almost all the time. Can I come in?"

Y/n asked as he was about to enter but Azul held his shoulders with a huge red blush on his cheeks.

"N-no! No no no! I-.. I haven't had room service in my dorm! It's really messy!"

Azul tried to convince him to stay out.

"It's alright,I'm just gonna make a contract with you. I don't mind your room being messy,makes be feel better that I'm not the only one who's lazy"

Y/n said with a smile as his ears twitched.

Thinking no one would notice, Azul did. Of course he did.

"I- wait-.. contract?"

Azul asked as his grip on Y/n's shoulders loosened.

"Yeah,just one contract and I'll be on my way"

Y/n said as he lost his smile and started fiddling his his fingers.

Azul was confused.

What could the most perfect person in his eyes would need?

"B..but why? I don't think you need it"

Azul asked as Y/n sighed.

"Let's discuss this in your room,please?"

Y/n asks

Who was he to say no to Y/n's cute eyes?

.

"Look.. I just want people to just.. appreciate me..."

Y/n said lightly as Azul closed and locked his door.

The sight of a sad Y/n was not supposed to be seen by anyone else,not even for Azul.

"People do though,don't they?"

Azul asked as Y/n shook his head.

"Sure,Grim thinks I'm awesome. Yuuken thinks I'm really cool.. and.. that's it."

"Is there a particular person that made you feel this way? Someone who.. made fun of your insecurities?"

Azul asked as his blood boiled at the thought.

"Promise not to tell?" Y/n asked hesitantly as Azul held his hand

"I promise"

"There was this..  dude that.. well he kept calling me a pig. And.. it sure did took a toll one,I'll tell you that much"

Y/n tried to laugh off his sadness remembering that incident.

Azul was furious and wanted to know this person so he could obliterate their existance.

How could someone have the guts to hurt him..

"And the same dude just.. can't take the fact that I'm trans. It would be fine but he kept on stomping over my preferred pronouns and then just kept making fun of me."

That was it for me. That was the final straw.

"Who was it?"

Azul asked in a serious tone

"Doesn't matter. Just make some more people apprecia--"

"Y/n,who told you that"

Azul said in a serious and scary tone,making Y/n look at him with shock and fear.

"I don't mean to scare you,N/n.. I.."

Azul stopped himself and sighed as he knelt down infront of Y/n,still holding his hands.

"I.. I love you,Y/n. I can't bear seeing you like this because of someone who doesn't see your worth"

Azul said as Y/n stared with disbelief

"That person doesn't know you are worth more than he thinks you are. You're perfect. And don't let anyone else say otherwise"

Azul adds as he held Y/n's cheek

"Y..ou.. no. You're joking! You're... You're like every single friend I used to have before I got here"

Y/n said as he stood up

"I'm not! Say all you want but I love you. Let me show you how beautiful you are,and how much I'm willing to go for you"

Azul adds as Y/n laughed

"Don't. Even. I'm fucking ugly,you don't love--"

Y/n was cut off by Azul kissing his lips. He was serious,he loves Y/n.

The kiss was passionate,Y/n couldn't believe what he felt.

He loves Azul,yet he didn't expect him to love him back.

But now, Azul's lips were on Y/n's.

Azul couldn't contain himself.

He already kissed Y/n and he did kiss back.

It wouldn't hurt to go a little further than it.

Azul's hands went up to Y/n's waist as he swiped his tongue in his bottom lip,asking for entrance.

Y/n took the hint and opened his mouth for Azul to explore his mouth.

The kiss grew sensual as Y/n had his hands on Azul's chest.

Now the fun begins

This was Azul's dream.

The love of his life,wrapped around his hands.

Stripped of both their clothing and his cock in and out of Y/n's ass.

Y/n was the most perfect thing in his eyes and he has him under his figure.

Nothing but the sounds of skin slapping and moans all around the room.

"You're perfect,Y/n..."

Azul said as he sped up his pace. Making Y/n more of a moaning and squirming mess under him.

He could just come on the sight of him.

"You look so cute like this.."

Azul said as Y/n's hips bucked up while Azul fluffed and brushed Y/n's tail with his hand.

He's always wanted to do that.

"A-ahhh~! C..cumming~..!"

Y/n moans. He had a huge blush across his face as he tried to cover his face.

"No no.. you're beautiful.. don't- ngh.. cover your face"

Azul said as he leaned down and kissed his cheek.

With that,Y/n came while Azul was still thrusting in and out of him.

Enabling Y/n to ride her high while Azul tried to cum.

"Ahhnn~!! You're so beautiful~!! Fuck~ I just wanna cum inside your beautiful ass!"

Azul moans as he thrusts faster

"F-fuck~!! Azul you're gonna make me c-come--!"

Y/n moans while the bed hits the wall with each of Azul's hard thrusts.

"F-fuck!! Y/n! I love you~! I love-! Ahh~!! I love you so much!!"

Azul moans as he came hard  inside of Y/n.

"A-Azul~!!"

Y/n moans as he felt Azul's load fill him up completely.

Azul hearing Y/n moan out his name didn't really help his erection die down..

The most I can say is..

It was a long night of Y/n being constantly praised by Azul while being fucked in every single position possible.

[rudemaidenswrite]

The Dwarves Magic

Part 12

Fandom: God of War

Pairing: Atreus x OC

by: @pusantheamazonian    beta’d: @2cciberrylee​

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7  part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11

"Come.” Kratos holds out an empty pouch. Placing the stone inside, you nervously tie the string off. Carefully attach it to your belt. You follow them back outside, following the torch Kratos has. Stars glitter through the gaps in the trees, and somewhere the moon was shining. You’re still uneasy from the emotions the stone made you feel.

“Father.” Atreus runs to the side, standing by a pile of rocks. Apparently these rocks mean something. Kratos pulls out a stone and touches the rocks. A blue door appears and he walks through first, obviously not waiting.

“Don't worry Ula, it's a shortcut.” Atreus smiles. Nodding you closely follow him into the light.

“This place again.” Mumbling everything you see is still blue.

“You’ve been here before?” Atreus turns to you in surprise.

“I passed through here when I used the door.”

“This is the realm between realms.” Atreus explains eagerly. “These are the branches of the world tree!”

“Really? I wondered what this place was. The different shades of blue are nice.” You weren't expecting a literal tree when people talked about the world tree. Thought that it was more of just a simile.

“These branches connect each world together. It's what allows the realms to be one.”  Mimir adds.

“So an actual tree. Weird.” Shrugging another blue door if light appears and you follow them through it.

You feel the heat of the crackling of fire. The strong smell of burning wood mixed with metal and smoke stings your nose. 

“Well look who it is. Silent brought half pint and crazy back alive.” Brok chuckles tossing a log onto the fire.                    

“Did everything go okay? Were you able to get it?” Sindri questions as he comes around the table invading your space.

“Yes we were able to retire it.” Nodding you assure Sindri. 

“Where is the tungsten located?” Kratos interrupts.

“Surprise!” Sindri runs back to the table and places an oddly shaped rock on it. “We went and got it for you!” 

“You went and got the Tungsten?” Atreus is surprised.

“We dwarves have to look out for each other.” Brok states and you know he's trying to hide a smile.

“Thank you.” Giving Brok a smile you knew he was soft on the inside. 

“How long will it take you?” Kratos asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“A day? I don't know. I'll probably just wing it since I don't know what it's supposed to be.”

“We'll return once you're done.” Kratos walks to the pile of stones in the corner.

“Don't worry, just do your best.” Atreus gives you a smile before he runs after Kratos.

“Remember Ula, we are descendants of dwarves, the masters of blacksmiths.”

“I know grandpa.”

“You will find your purpose, just be patient. Like the fire in the forge you will find your fire. Do not abandon your skills, you have a gift.”

“I won’t.”

His voice echoed in your thoughts.  You take a deep breath nervously pulling back your hair. 

Breath Ula Breath.

“Don't worry Ula. You can use our space.” Sindri nods at the anvil and puts an apron on the table.

“Thank you.” Setting to work you strip off the extra layers of clothes Brok gave you, even removing your jacket and t-shirt. So you're left in your tank top.

“The fuck you doing?”  Brok yells.

“Getting started?” Ignoring him, you tie the apron on. From a pocket on your jacket, you pull out ear buds. Putting your playlist on shuffle you stick your phone in your back pocket. It's surprising that your phone is still charged.

“Your clothes w-why?” Sindri turns red.

“Relax. I'm still dressed. I always wear a tank top and jeans when working.” 

Laying out all the materials and the tools. You begin. Drifting off and winging the whole process. What kind of item would help you hide? You focus. Intuitively you knew that whatever you created needed to be  practical, simple and won’t draw any attention. A bracelet. Do you have the skills? You were about to find out. During this time you don't notice Sindri disappearing or Brok's staring from the other side of the room.

“You have to see this.” Sindri blurts out, suddenly appearing to Kratos and Atreus at their home. 

“See what?” Atreus is confused.

“Ula, it’s like she has turned into a different person.” Sindri says before disappearing. 

Hiding his aggravation, Kratos is slightly curious about this change. This must be important then.

Kratos and Atreus arrive to see you absorbed in your work.

“Don't fret precious, I'm here. Step away from the window, go back to sleep. Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils. See, they don't give a fuck about you like I do. Go back to sleep. Count bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums. Go back to sleep."  Singing to yourself you move quickly around the workshop. Completely, disconnected from reality. 

“Do you see that?” Atreus whispers pointing at your back.

“I do.” Sindri stares at the tattoo in between your shoulder blades, right on the spine is an anvil. “Strike while the iron is hot.”

“Bioluminescence.” Mumbling you look down at your ring. There’s no telling if they even know what you mean. Making a quick decision you take it off, smashing it with the hammer. Once it is in tiny pieces you spread it evenly on the anvil. So you can roll the material over it.

“We'll never get free. Lamb to the slaughter. What you gon' do. When there's blood in the water. The price of your greed is your son and your daughter. What you gon' do. When there's blood in the water....Admit you were toxic. You poisoned me just for another dollar in your pocket.” 

“What is the lass doing?” Mimir questions. Kratos unhooks him, placing him on the table.

“They didn't know it when they turned me loose. I shot the sheriff and I slipped the noose. The law ain't never been a friend of mine. I would kill again to keep from doing time. You should never ever trust my kind. I'm a wanted man. I got blood on my hands. Do you understand? I'm a wanted man.”

“She’s singing. Mother used to do the same thing when she was cooking.” Atreus's gaze was on you. Kratos looks at Atreus, it's been a few years since he has mentioned her. Your voice has captivated them, they could feel the beat.  It was beautiful, very passionate and charming. 

“I'd be worried. You listened to the fuckin’ words?” Brok grumbles. "She's processed or something. She put those things in and hasn't stopped signing."

“She’s been singing about death. Switching between different songs.” Sindri explains with a frown. “Well I think that is what the songs mean.”

“She sings about greed and government corruption. A warrior realizing the lies they were told and the horrors they have done. Realizing they may never be themselves again.”

“I’ll shit a brick. That’s the most you’ve ever said!” Brok laughs. 

Finishing up, you're smoothing out any bumps. Making sure that it hardens in the correct position. 

“I guess this will do. Brok, Sindri what do you- What the heck?”  Taking off your headphones. A flush creeps across your cheeks when you see their confused faces. Instantly regret singing out aloud. “How long have you all been here?”

“Not long lass but I have to say you do sing well.” Mimir assures.

“Thanks.”

“Such a pity that you sing weird fucking shit. Explain yourself. What kinda magic is this?” 

Exclaims Brok.

”Brok thought that you were possessed and we got worried by those weird songs.” Atreus  explains. “What are those things in your ears?”     

Red in embarrassment, you hate it when people watch you sing even if you do sing well. “They’re called earbuds. They allow me to hear whatever I play from my phone.” Realizing that they are not going to understand. You pull out your phone and push play on a song. “The music comes out of my phone, travels up the cord and out the little end pieces. Then when you detach the earbuds the phone plays the music on the speaker.” Demonstrating you unhook the earbuds and Steven Universe’s Ruby Rider is playing. After a few moments you plug the earbuds back in and repeat.

“Dark magic!” Sindri points at your phone.

“No, it's called a cell phone. It has the ability to send messages, play music, you can write notes on it and take pictures.” You mostly use your phone to communicate with those who are close and exchange hilarious TikToks and memes with your brother.  

“Pictures?” Atreus questions.

“Yeah, like this.” Taking a step back you snap a picture of the five of them. “See.” Showing them the glorious unfiltered picture. 

“So that’s what I look like now.” Brok huffs. “Still Irresistible.”

“It's subjective.” Sindri murmurs. You have to hide a laugh.

“That's a very nice trick my dear. Show me.” You move closer to Mimir and Atreus. “Not bad for a reanimated head. I still got the looks, lads. Can't change my mind.” 

Atreus and his father only smiled. For the first time in years, they have seen an accurate portrait of themselves. 

“Let's do another one, I will certainly set standards for you guys to follow.” Smirked Atreus.

“Don't let your confidence get over your head child. You barely have a beard. ” Brok replies.

“It seems that your realm is good at creating entertainment.” Kratos comments.

“Yes, let's do the last one.” Excited, you wave them closer. Everyone gathers near the table around Mimir. “On three, everyone smiles. One, Two and Three.” A quick snap and the picture turns out perfect. The picture makes you smile. It’s nice seeing them happy.

“Why did you destroy your ring?” Atreus points to your hand.

“I needed bioluminescence, well phosphorescence. So I improvised.” Shrugging you check on the bracelet, making sure it has completely cooled down. Regrettably tugging all your clothes back on.

“What the hell is bioluminescent?”  Brok gruffs.

“A chemical that makes things glow in the dark.” Rolling your eyes, you turn away from him.

“Well we have a surprise for you!” Sindri claps.

“A surprise?” 

“Tada!” Sindri holds out your key.

“You fixed it?” Stunned, you look back and forth between the key and Sindri. “Thank you.” 

Taking the key you place it in the bag Kratos gave you and put the bracelet on your wrist for the moment. “Now I just have to find Loki. That shouldn't be too hard, right?”

It doesn't go unnoticed the way everyone falls silent. There's a look from Kratos then Brok and Sindri vanish. You can feel the mood undoubtedly shift.

“Well.” Atreus pauses looking worried at Kratos. Kratos just nods and Atreus pulls out his notebook. “You might want to read this first.” Handing you the notebook he looks away ashamed.

“Your notebook?” Standing there you slowly flip through the pages. Briefly reading Atreus’s notes. His mother died and they traveled to the highest mountain top to scatter her ashes but it wasn't the right mountain. Finding Mimir fused with a tree, defeating Baldur and going to Jotunheim. 

“You went ..yo-you’re Loki.” Your breathing halts. That last note said the giants called him Loki and his mother was a giant. Stunned you can only look at him in disbelief.

“Yes.” Atreus nods.

“The knack for languages makes sense now. Then you really are the God of War.” Backing up you keep looking back and forth between them.

I’ve been traveling and being budy-budy with Loki and the Ghost of Sparta? The two most well known people for causing the destruction of their homes.

“Lass it's best not to mention who they really are.” Mimir advises. 

“It makes sense now. It all makes sense. Everything has shifted.” Things are starting to click and you realize why things are off.

“Shifted?” Atreus questions.

“The general consensus of the time flow for the world has changed.” 

“How would that be possible?” Shaking his head Atreus is confused on how that could happen. 

“I killed the Fates.” Kratos states. 

“You what?” Staring at him in disbelief. He killed the Sisters of Fate?! No fucking wonder things are off the rails.

“Who are the Fates?” Atreus looks at Kratos.

“I can't stop this.” You can’t look away from Atreus. 

“What do you mean lass?” Mimir interrupts.

“Legend states that the moment Baldur is dead, 3 years of Fimbulwinter begins. Then a series of events happen to officially cause Ragnarok. Ragnarok is a great battle that results in the death of many, various natural disasters, and submersion of the world in water before the world finally resurfaces. Ragnarök is the most important event in Norse mythology and has been the subject of scholars and theorists because there has been no proof. Some say that all the gods died or the survivors just left.” This conversation is surreal, having to explain Ragnarok to Loki. 

“Baldur died six years ago.” Atreus informs. 

“Then giving you this would start the war. Since the prophecy says I'm supposed to put it back on track.” Glancing at the bracelet it's starting to feel heavier than before. 

“But it will hide the lad from Odin’s eye.” Mimir recalls. 

“We will defend ourselves. The benefit outways the risk.” Kratos asures. He senses your worries.

Looking at Atreus you are hesitant. “Go ahead. It will be okay.” He nods. 

“This bracelet has two dwarvish seals on it. One for protection against evil and the other is for there to always be a light to guide your way. So it will glow when you are in danger. Well that's what it's supposed to do.” Pulling the bracelet off your arm you take Atreus’s right arm. Sliding the coil bracelet on to his upper forearm and tightening it so it doesn't slip.

“What is the other inscription?” Atreus traces the words on the outside with a finger.

“It's Norwegian, I am flesh and I am bone. Rise up like glitter and gold.”

[ifliamsmile]

Never felt so good to be so wrong (enemies to lovers) - Dick Grayson Imagine

pairing:Dick Grayson x Titan!Reader

request: “heeey honey, can you do one like enemies to lovers with 5 and 50? i love u girl, you and your write are perfect 🤧”

prompts: 5. “What are we fighting for?"

50. “Why are you in my bed?” ‘It’s actually my bed…”

notes: @jurassicpzrk​ i hope you like it, lovely gurl, i’m sorry i took so long, i was trying to do my best. xxxxx<3

notes²: thank you to my girls, without your support i wouldn’t do this. @incorrect-titans-quotes @donnatr0y​ @wintercapilson​

“I still can’t believe we finally did it” Dick said putting his arms behind his head and your eyes drifted towards his arms admiring him. You chastised yourself, you weren’t supposed to think things like this since you both didn’t get along that well

“After many tries, we got her. Nothing could be better than this.” it was the first time in years in which you and Dick would actually talk instead of barking at each other.

The group sat together in the living room to celebrate Poison Ivy’s imprisonment. 

“We’d have done it sooner if we had followed my plan since the beginning but that’s okay” you said with a smirk, pushing his buttons, knowing that he was going to respond to your little snarky comments.

“I think you trust yourself way more than you should” he said taking a sip of his beer.

“What do you mean, Grayson?” you told him

“I mean that I am the leader for a reason, and the plan went just the way it needed to be. My way” he said with his usually tone of superiority that he loved to use with you  knowing how much you hated it.

“Now i remembered why i hate you so much.” you said  getting close to his face “Fuck you and your leadership” you finished the sentence with poison in your words.

“What are we fighting for?”  Dick asked you trying to understand the purpose of all of this. “We won, our plans complemented each other and we got her, that’s what matters.” you listened to him and even thought he annoyed you he had a point. Today was for celebrating.

“I offer you a truce.” He said not waiting for you to answer, you raised your eyebrows not believing him completely “Just for today, let’s ignore the fact that we hate each other and let’s celebrate.”

“I’ll think about it, and maybe if you weren’t such an ass” you mocked him “it wouldn’t be an impossible mission.” you said and left to get another beer.

--

You made your way to the kitchen and you didn’t notice that Donna was right behind you.

You were getting a beer when you heard her voice next to you:

“So...did I just witness you and Dick actually get along for once?” she asked.

“i think you're hallucinating, you know how much i hate him.” You said not very convinced anymore. You couldn’t even remember why it all started to be honest.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” she replied taking a sip of his beer not believing you for a second.

--

“Here” you handed Dick another beer “I’ll take your truce, but only tonight” you half smiled at him and sat by his side.

He smiled at you and accepted the beer, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or what but Dick’s lips looked so kissable, you took a sip of your beer hoping that he hadn’t noticed you looking at his mouth.  “Tomorrow we can go back to normal” he said and you agreed. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

You looked at the other side of the room when you saw Hank dancing ula-ula with Dawn, and the woman wouldn’t stop laughing. The beers were definitely making effect.

“Oh my god” you said stifling a laugh and Dick also looked at his friend’s direction and burst out laughing. The moment was good and you welcomed it without reluctance; all the fighting and the nagging were now forgotten and you were just two adults having a good time with your friends.

When you looked back at Dick, you saw the boy already starting at you. 

You were too high to believe he was looking at you in purpose, maybe you were just drunk. But he knew it was very much in purpose, because in this moment he wasn’t that capable of hiding his true feelings for you like he did everyday. 

“Dick, come here,  it’s your time to play out limbo with me!” Kory called Dick whining for his attention and you quietly rolled your eyes, Dawn held the rope along with Hank and everyone laughed when Gar couldn’t pass through it. 

You looked at Kory and Dick laughing together and you felt something weird, you tried to fight it, but you knew that feeling and it was jealousy but he wasn’t yours, you actually hated him and it didn’t make any sense.

 “You don’t fool me” you heard Donna’s voice and it seemed that she had appeared from out of nowhere.

“What?” you asked, after taking your eyes off of Dick and Kory.

“Dick. You’re in too deep.” 

“Shut up. You’re not playing with them?”  you asked her, trying to change the subject quickly but this didn’t go unnoticed by Donna.

“Oh no, i’m not drunk enough to do that” she replied finishing her drink and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

She was right, you were in too deep. You hated yourself for that. First: he hated you and you had to pretend to feel the same way. Whenever you met, you argued. You even liked it, seeing his face whenever his plans or decisions were questioned by you, but deep down, you knew he was not that  arrogant; you knew how many qualities he had although it was hard to admit. 

You sat far away from Kory and him, because it became too much to see the two always together getting along so well.

Across the room Dick had the exact same thoughts. He felt bad about being with Kory, thinking about someone else the person who hated him: you. Despite Kory being an amazing woman, it was impossible for him to see her as something else. She was not you.

You were immerse in your own thoughts when he appear by your side.

“Here” he said handing you a shot of tequila, taking the now lukewarm beer out of your hands.

“Are you trying to get me drunk Grayson?” you smirked.

“No, i’m just trying to see if you can be nicer with this.” 

“Fuck you, Grayson” you both smiled and took the tequila, the liquid went down burning your throat.

 “Ready for another?” he asked you.

“You need to calm down, I could barely swallow that and you want me to take another one? Do you wanna kill me?” you told him laughing. Shit, he was making you laugh.

“What? Why the hell would I do that?” Dick asked pretending to feel disappointed.

“Because you hate me?” you answered him.

Dick laughed.“Is that what you think?” He shook his head. “You’re an arrogant twat and you’re annoying as hell, but I don’t hate you.”

“Yeah well, is not going to work the other way around though. i still hate you.” You told him getting closer.

“Yeah, and why?” he asked, confronting you.

“Because you’re an ass and you think that you’re the last coca cola in the world, which is not true.” you answered being sassy.

“Right.” he said getting dangerously closer to your face “But i’ll make you a drink anyways. No hard feelings, you know?” he said with charming smile.

“Should I trust you to make me a drink, Grayson?” you asked him not very sure of that.

“You should” he said and you both went to the bar.

“it’s probably going to be the worst drink i've ever had anyways.” you mocked him.

“Just wait and se Y/LN, just wait and see” he said radiating confidence. 

Dick put a lot of things in the cup and started to mix the ingredients. You could only stared at the man in front of you. Since when was Dick so nice? You decided to stop asking questions, and just enjoy the moment. Dick poured the contents into an ornate glass.

 He cut a lemon and placed it on the rim of the glass.

 “The best drink you will ever drink” Dick said, extending the drink to you. You looked fearfully at the glass. 

“Come on, try it” He encouraged. You looked again at the drink, closed your eyes, and drank. 

The drink was sweet, and bitter. Hot and cold, all at the same time. You could hardly tell the taste of alcohol. It was good. 

“Wow Richard” you smiled “It's actually pretty good” Dick smiled with satisfaction. That fucking confident smile that used to get you so mad, now you just got all hot and bothered

“Do you want to know what’s the name of that drink?” He asked, looking extremely serious.

You didn't understand the question, but you smirked. You didn't understood Dick's sudden seriousness.

“What’s its name?” You asked. Dick moved closer to you.

“Kiss Me.”  You didn't know if he meant it, or if it was just the name of the drink. 

His seriousness proved the first option. Without thinking twice, You pressed your lips to Dick's, who immediately hugged you tightly. 

Depending on Dick's reaction, she could blame the drink. But his reaction was not one to complain about.

 He pressed your bodies impossible closer, and kissed you as if the world was going to end. His hands lightly tugged on your hair. 

They didn't think, they didn't know how they would look when they broke the kiss. In fact, neither of them wanted to leave that kiss so soon. 

They both waited years for this, and didn't want it to end anytime soon. Dick bit your lower lip and broke the kiss.

Both with incredibly red lips.  Dick started giving you small kisses on your neck. He was intoxicated by your perfume. You shivered with each touch of the boy. You never wanted that night to end.

Still hugging you, Dick looked deep into your eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. He had no idea what to say. You put your arms around his neck to hear his voice finally say:

“I think we should go somewhere else” he said with a hoarse voice that made you forget about everything, about who you were about who he was, the sexual tension that was established was palpable.

“yeah” you breath out as led you to his bedroom.

--

He opened the door without breaking the kiss, he didn’t want to take the risk of letting you go, making you realize that you still hated him for some reason. He closed the door behind him with his free hand while the other held your waist.

I feel like a hero

And you're my heroine

Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

You both could still hear the music coming from the living room as your teammates went crazy and drank like there was no tomorrow. It was Hero/Heroine from Boys like girls. It didn’t matter anyways, because you both were now on your own worlds.

And I feel a weakness coming on

Never felt so good to be so wrong

The music played and Dick smiled when he heard a particular phrase.

Dick carefully touched your lips, as if you were kissing for the first time. He put one hand on your neck, and with the other he stroked your hair. Dick started peppering kisses along  your neck, making your body shiver. Dick noticed and smiled.

And you caught me off guard

Now I'm running and screaming

With each touch of Dick, you felt your body heat up. Dick pulled you in , placing you on his lap as he sat on his bed, without stopping to kiss. You took his shirt off to see the vision that any woman would dream to.

As you kissed, Dick put his hand on the your leg  as the kiss heated up. 

Dick realized what he was doing, and what was about to happen. He stopped, and looked you in the eye. You were a mess. A beautiful mess.

He didn’t wanted it to be like this, both drunk almost out of conscience, he wanted it more than he could tell and he wanted it to be so good but he also wanted you to remember. 

“Yn” he said and you couldn’t understand why he stopped, you were too drunk to control yourself and understand it was the best decision.

“What? Why did we stop?” you asked feeling sad.

“Because I want you to remember everything” he said softly.

“But I will” you said and your words already rolling up told him he was right.

“Lay down with me.” he said leading you to lay by his side.You laid and looked at him while he also looked in your eyes, you were facing each other. You felt the smell of his perfume in the pillowcases and it felt so good and comfortable. 

“If i sleep here with you, you promise that we’ll still hate each other in the morning?” you asked fighting through sleep.

“I’ll do my best” he smiled softly at you, seeing you surrendering to your tiredness and he closed his eyes, enjoying your presence until he also fell asleep.

--

You woke up with the sunlight hitting your face through the curtains, you slept so heavily that you didn’t even remember how you got in your bed. Dick woke up with your moves, looking at your confused face.

“Hey” he said

“Why are you in my bed?” you asked him trying to understand the situation.

‘It’s actually my bed…" he answered in an obvious tone.

“Did we...?” you lift the blanket that covered both of you to see if your clothes were still on, and they were. You sat on the bed and he did it too.

“No, relax. We just slept, that’s all” he answered calmly and you remembered everything that happened yesterday. If you weren’t with him now, you’d probably think it was a dream. A weird one.

“Oh...okay.” you said and Dick instantly recognized the disappointment in your voice.

“Are you...disappointed?” he asked lifting one of his eyebrows, he hoped you felt as disappointed as he did.

“Uhm...no, i’m not. it’s fine” you answered him with your head down. 

“Y/n, Hey.”

“I know I kissed you, Dick. It was the drink, i know you meant that kiss me was the name and...” you said nonstop until he interrupted you.

“Hey, hey, just listen to me. It wasn’t the drink, you wanted this as much as i did; and to be clear, I don’t hate you.”

“And why didn’t we do anything?” 

“Because when we do, it’s going to be so good and i want you to remember it.” he said and your body trembled, you thanked god that you were sat.

“Then show me, Grayson. I think we wasted enough time.”

Dick didn’t answer, he grabbed you by the waist taking you to his lap and this time he took your shirt off.

He wanted to enjoy you as much as he could, he didn’t know about tomorrow. He just knew that now, you and him were only lovers, not enemies anymore.

[clownsgobeepbeep]

4.) [Birthday] Treat

Some teen Davey and Cordelia having a small celebration with Ula on her birthday

@grodygabe

“How come Dante and the twins didn’t also come?”

“I’m honestly not even sure.” Ula spoke with a shrug, playfully rolling her eyes. “What I am sure of is that they ditched their siblings for my boyfriends.”

“We know where their priorities lay.” Davey joked before popping a french fry into his mouth. “Especially on your birthday.”

“Well it doesn’t matter, we’re all gonna have dinner tomorrow as a family. In their defense, they made it seem really urgent that they had to see both Atlas and Schrader. Pretty weird. They’re clearly hiding something...” Ula squinted her eyes for a moment, but then shrugged once again as she cut into her waffle. “I’m just glad we could spend today together. It’s been a while.”

“It’s been foreeeever!” Cordelia slammed her fists on the table, Ula shooting her a stern look before Cordelia settled down. “You’re always working so much.”

“Not so much. It’s just a bit  time-consuming starting up a business, ya know?” Ula took a sip of her milkshake. “When I properly open things up, I’ll make sure to hire you Cordie.”

“What about me?” Davey questioned, quite offended that he hadn’t been considered.

“I don’t know Davey, I’m not sure how attached to your amusement park job you are.”

“I mean, I appreciate mom letting me work there but...I’d work for you if you asked me to.” Davey mumbled before taking a long sip of his  vanilla milkshake. “Working at a small cafe on the beach sounds like a good idea.”

“Yeah?” Ula asked with a smile, her little brother giving a nod as he took a bite of his burger. Even as a teen, he would never stop being her little baby brother. 

“Ula!” Cordelia shouted, making her siblings slightly jump. “I finished my waffles.”

“How about your eggs and bacon?”

“Yes. And the hashbrowns too.” Cordelia patted her stomach before letting out a loud burp.

“Cordelia!” her siblings groaned in unison, but they couldn’t help but laugh afterwards.

“I want dessert!”

“You don’t get dessert. It’s not your birthday.” Davey stated in a matter-of-factly tone. “Besides, I’m paying.”

“What a gentleman.” Ula chuckled before giving her brother a kiss on the cheek. “But it’s okay Davey, I’ll pay.”

“No, no. I worked hard to treat my sister on her birthday. Cordelia and I are paying.”

“I don’t have any money.”

“Shut up Cordie.”

“Davey, don’t be rude.” Ula slightly nudged him. “Finish your burger, come on. We can get some ice cream later if we’re not full.”

“Yes.” Cordelia gave an evil laugh, but Davey shook his head.

“Actually,” Davey smiled as he motioned to Cordelia, the latter gasping as she remembered that there were three items in the seat beside her. “I had enough money to buy a small cake for you.” 

“A cake?” Ula smiled before Cordelia presented her sister with a small pink box that Ula opened to reveal a small, pumpkin-shaped cake. “Aww, Davey! You really are treating me today.”

“I wanna give her my gift now!”

“We should wait until Ula’s done eating.”

“No, no. I can open them right now.” Ula insisted as she made a grabbing motion towards Cordelia. “Gimme, gimme!”

“This one is mine.” Cordelia announced, filled with pride. “It’s the best gift you’ll be getting this year.”

“Atlas and Schrader think otherwise.” Davey muttered to himself, making sure Ula couldn’t hear him. 

“Oooh, this is kind of big!” Ula giggled as she took the large and flat gift, carefully ripping into the wrapping paper before gasping loudly. “Cordelia!”

“I know right? It’s so beautiful!” Cordelia clapped as Ula looked over what was a large painting of herself. “I worked on it so much Ula. I captured every bit of your beautiful face.”

“Oh gosh Cordelia, this looks so beautiful. And I’m not saying that because it’s literally my face.” Ula giggled once more, carefully placing the painting to the side before she and Cordelia reached over the table to hug each other, Ula pulling away after planting a big kiss on her sister’s cheek.

“Ula, stooop. You still have to open my gift.” Davey shooed away Cordelia who stuck her tongue out at him.

“Alright, alright. Calm down now.” Ula grinned before Cordelia also handed her the other gift, this one being a medium-sized box that had a smaller one taped onto its top. “Let’s see...which one should I open first?”

“The big one!”

“No, the small one.” Davey shot a glare at Cordelia who once again stuck her tongue out.

“The small one it is.” Ula ruffled Davey’s hair before unwrapping the smallest one, gasping at the sight of a necklace with a carousel charm on it. 

“I made it...I found the little charm and added that pearl on top. It spins around.” Davey smiled as Ula admired the tiny carousel. “Do you want me to put it on you?”

“Of course.” Ula smiled warmly as she handed the necklace to Davey, turning around before bringing her hair up.

Davey took the necklace and put it around Ula’s neck, his smile slightly faltering at the sight of her scar. It was best not to mention it.

Once the necklace was closed, Ula turned back around before grabbing the bigger box. 

“Alright, let’s see what’s in here.” she whispered after unwrapping the box, then opening it with the sharpness of her nails. Peeking inside, she gave another gasp once she saw a small boat that was accompanied by a small house.

“You remember the little animals I made for your twenty-first birthday? This is for them.”

“How could I not remember those?” Ula smiled, having to hold in a tear from spilling before she reached over to hug Davey. “Seriously...you guys treat me too much.”

“It’s what you get for being the best older sister.”

[the-crystal-femmes]

This is gonna sound pretty fucking weird but I like seeing how system members (both from our system and other systems) that're doubles of each other differentiate. I actually haven't seen much doubles of myself or Ula (as Draculaura, not garnet) but it's interesting to me how I've met a few Pearls, sure there's a lot I probably don't know about them and that's okay, but my wife seems.. Different in some capacity to the ones I've met. Mainly, our Pearl is just a lot more feral (her words not mine) and aggressive. I think that's very interesting

[mhdiaries]

Wave 1 Holt Hyde Journal

July 23

Woke up in a moving truck last night - in the cab... this time. But I was totally confused as to how I got there and exactly where I was going. I figured since Moms was driving it meant another new job in another new town - maybe this one will be the last for a while...

July 25

Tried to stay up so I could see what the new town looks like in the daytime but it was no use. Soon as the first ray or sunlight cracked the horizon I was out. Shouldn’t be surprised, since for as long as I can remember, I’ve been trippin’ to the music of the night. I can’t recall the last time I saw the sun... really I can’t. I used to wonder if I was part vampire but so far no fangs and no overwhelming desire to make beat juice my new drink of choice. I must do some serious sleep walking during the day though, cause sometimes when I wake up I am dressed like a complete dork. 

July 27

I put some flyers up at the Maul advertising my DJ biz. Hopefully I’ll get some bites. I know that once I get a few gigs I’ll be busy all the time ‘cause I can definitely spin some scary mixes.

August 1 

Being the new monster in town means I’ve got to figure out who all the players are so I don’t get off on the wrong claw with any of the locals. So I’ve been taking walks at night with Crossfade just to check things out. This is what I’ve peeped so far:

Count Dracula - This ain’t no mopey “Please give me a hug ‘cause I’ma vampire” cry baby. This is the original old school, dark as midnight, bad to the fang Nosferatu. There may be monsters that have been around longer but none of them have Count Dracula’s street cred. He and his daughter live on my street in what is either a gigantic mansion or a small castle. I guess you’d have to go with mansion but only because there isn’t a moat and a drawbridge.

The Mummy - Got to say there’s just something about old school monster royalty. They’re like rock stars or something I’m not the kind of monster that gets star struck but I seriously wanted to ask for his autograph. I didn’t but I thought about it. He and his princess daughter Cleo de Nile live in this palace that looks like a movie set with servants and all. I don’t know Cleo but it seems like she’s wound a little tight.

The Werewolf - There’s one Alpha wolf in his pack and he is it. I heard he could have gone pro in just about any sport he wanted but he was so much stronger and faster than the other players they said it wouldn’t be fair for him to play. He’s got a big family in a not so big house and it always seems like there is some kind of drama going on over there. The way they argue you’d think they don’t like each other but you’d be wrong. They watch out for each other and if you fight one of them you better be ready to take them all. Clawd is the BMOC - Big Monster on Campus and Clawdeen is going to have songs written about her one day. 

Frankenstein and His Bride - Mr. Stein is pretty chill for a dude who’s 8 feet tall and looks like he’s strong enough to tie knots in oak trees. Mrs. Stein on the other hand... well let’s just say Mr. Stein is a lucky monster. They live in a house that looks like a cross between a Swiss chalet and a research lab. I think they’ve got a new baby over there but I haven’t seen her yet.

The Sea Monster - He doesn't’ really live on land, at least I don’t think he does - for sure he’s got a little beach house where Lagoona Blue lives. It’s got this killer dock that goes out over the water. I saw Lagoona sitting out there talking to him one night. He never got out of the water though so I couldn’t tell exactly what he looked like but he churned serious water when he left. I think he mostly just keeps to himself and doesn’t spend a lot of time with surface monsters.

Medusa - Seems like she’s got her hiss together and is in total control of her emotions - good thing too, cause if she ever lost it, your career as a permanent life size paperweight would start right away. I guess that’s why she wears sunglasses outside of her house - even at night. Speaking of her house it looks like a building from one of those pictures at a Greek restaurant the kind with the big columns and everything. I bet the acoustics in that place are awesome. Wonder if she ever lets Deuce have parties up there? 

August 3

Have you ever met someone for the first time and it’s like you’ve known them all your life? Dude this totally happened to me last night. I was doing this bubblegum dance gig, not really my style but sometimes you’ve got to give the monsters what they want - ya know? Anyway, this absolutely smokin’ little vampire was out on the floor doing the Transylvania Trance and there wasn’t another monster in the place who could keep up so I flipped the switch to auto pilot and jumped right in there with her. When the song was over I was like, “Ula D you rock!” Then she said, “How do you know my name because I don’t think we’ve ever met have we?” I couldn’t think of a time when we had but somehow I just knew who she was. Weird huh? 

August 10

Had a date with the lovely and lyrical Operetta. She’s a bit of a diva but what a set of pipes! I took her to see this band I really like and everything was going great until this gargoyle bumps into her and almost knocks her down. I didn’t think his apology was sincere so I got hot and long story short... I got us kicked out. Operetta was embarrassed about it, and asked me to take her home. I sent her a dozen dead roses but she’s still not talking to me. My temper constantly gets me into trouble but never gets me out.

August 11

Mom found out about last night from Operetta’s dad. She says I need to do a better job controlling my temper and stop being such a hot head but it’s not like I can just become a different person. Sometimes I think she wishes I wasn’t a monster at all. Does she think I can just snap my fingers and turn into some dorky human or something? I swear sometimes I just want to ~~~~~~~~~~ ASHES! I melt more pens this way. Maybe mom’s right - wish there was like a potion you could drink to get rid of the bad stuff... oh well.

August 20 

I think I’m going to take some night school classes this year. I heard that Monster High does non-traditional classes for monsters who don’t do daylight and since I seem to fit into that crew I’m gonna sign up. There’s supposed to be this siren that gives voice lessons and Operetta’s dad teaches a keyboard class. 

September 5

I started working on this song that I want to be kinda about my life. Maybe inspiration will hit and I’ll finish it or maybe I haven’t lived long enough to write a song about my life. Anyway I got the first verse:

A twisted road plays out like a rhyme

Revealing itself a little at a time

Turn the corner Leave what’s behind

Outta sight and outta mind

Outta sight and outta mind

Guess I’ll have to see where the road leads.

[post-itpenny]

How have all the clowns been recently? :3 What's everyone been up to? Anything new?

Vespers- has been working in his store quite a bit though the majority of his sales are online. It just makes him proud to say he has a business of his own. He’s also been really delighted with how much Phoebe has grown. She’s so, so smart and is learning new things all the time. The cursing is… well he feels like some sort of karma has taken place for all the time he cursed in front of the kids. Chanel’s kittens are very playful and a bit of a handful at times, but seeing them with Phoebe loves them and it melts his heart.

Atlas- Has been getting more sleep now that Annie is willing to take naps. She loves when Atlas reads to her so it has become his responsibility to read her bedtime story which he’s really proud of. He’s going on another trip with his grandfather soon but this time to see Canis again. He is wanting to ask if Ula can come this time and see the museum but he isn’t sure if Canis would be ok with that.

Maggie- Has calmed down a lot and isn’t so overprotective of Harper and Ama. Which is nice because she’s been able to enjoy more alone time with Billy. She has been balancing her elder work with everything else well enough. She’s also bought the place she used to perform at with Magpie, the business was failing so she's excited to revitalize the place and work with Magpie on a project.

Magpie- Is doing soooo much better than she has in a long time. She’s extremely excited to be working with Maggie and has found that she prefers to inspire others rather than constantly making new things herself. She also loves being a grandmother and babysitting the little ones. Her feelings for Alex have not changed but she tries to focus more on them just being besties.

Juno- Is trying to work up the nerve to ask Cecelia out. A lot of gay panic going on here. Otherwise she’s surprised herself and is actually publishing a book? Turns out the creative stuff didn’t skip over her after all. Her thing is just writing murder mysteries of al things.

Cecelia- Has found she enjoys working for Magpie way more than Blackwood. She doesn’t live on the planet but visits often with her sibling. Also, Juno is so weird whenever they run into each other and honestly it's getting on her nerves. But whatever. The whole family is weird Cecilia has found.

Rigsby- Cecilia and Magpie have been encouraging them to make friends with the other kids their age. It's a little daunting but they really want to make their sister proud. But how do you make friends? Maybe they could show off their bug collection? Or bone collection? Maybe they could play pretend and be zombies?