#seriously all the book artwork was so good

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So.......... I might have become obsessed with MDZS too I redrew my favorite book illustration, and added the color (original artwork by Marina Privalova)

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Lego still not sponsoring me (dark!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is a nerd who needs to get sprayed with water for being a fucking creep. You're an adorable cashier at the Lego Store in Berlin who doesn't know any better and is too nice to lose. He will have you. Mostly because he wants someone to do his Lego sets with.

Details count: 2922 AO3 TW and Tags: Dub-con/Non-con, age gap, size difference, kidnapping, awkward colonel Konig, nerd Konig, hurt/comfort, Konig's POV(mostly), awkward German, yandere Konig.

You didn’t want to build Millenium Falcon with him. 

You didn’t want to shower or eat, you didn’t want to do anything besides crying, and even though your tears, as he expected, were beautiful and adorable, it was kinda hard for König to take care of your mental and physical needs while he was rock hard from watching you cry so sweetly. 

König is patient, kind, and a model citizen through and through. Why are you upset? He is doing everything he can, just to make you smile! Seriously, Schatzi, the desire to make him as miserable as you possibly can doesn’t make you pretty or cute or even the least bit adorable. Good thing that he is used to feeling sad and kinda of bullied – you’re lucky he doesn’t even try to feel good anymore. Not in his destiny book to live a good life. — I brought food. 

You groan lightly, whimpering somewhere in the corner of his basement. To your justification, his basement is a bit dirty. He forgot to visit the house for months after deployment, which was never enough to fill out the blanks of loneliness in the empty rooms. His dogshits methods of choosing decorations also made the mere existence in the house a hard mission even in itself. He looked at the anime posters in the guest rooms, which made him want to sell the property to anyone willing to pay 50 Euros for the processing fees. The posters(Sword Art Online because why the hell not, he likes cool swords and a power fantasy about a loser getting the chick) and artwork of his queen and savior, The Busty Blond Lady From Fate because, unlike those waifu-obsessed freaks, he did have a life and not enough time to actually remember her name. Something about light sabers. Or cats. — Are you going to kill me? 

He sighs because you sound like a broken record. All the time – the questions about his intentions, like you can’t see the tent in his pants every time you open your eyes, about letting you go, about at least allowing you to text your family that you decided to change your country of residence and would need to revoke your German visa. You’re way more soft than he thought you’d initially be – no fighting, no arguing, just pure terror and desire to die every time his hands brush over you. König is a sweet guy, as sweet as someone like him can be – but he only has a few weeks until his next mission, and even a few days of your moping around is bound to make him not just blue-balled, but also very, extremely, offensively hot-headed. 

He spent two days with you chained up in his basement and, he thinks, that should be enough for foreplay. He is extremely generous and kind – usually, at this point, he’d already start breaking the fingers of whoever poor fuck is his torture victim for the mission. 

— I don’t want to kill you. 

You whimper – somehow, his answer didn’t calm you down. Fucking women and their inability to talk to their kidnappers – he considers spiking your food just this once, so he could have a nice session with your little drunk self and some roofies but, of course, he is a nice guy who brought you takeout in a reheatable container, with a cute plastic fork and some sparkling water in a glass, just so you won’t feel like he is making you eat some garbage. It’s good food, too – he’d love to cook like this, but the heights of his skills are runny eggs and burnt coffee. He hopes you like the Italian because it’s the most inoffensive stuff he could have brought you without resorting to pizza and cup noodles. He will never let you eat cup noodles on his watch. 

— Are you going to rape me? 

He can’t exactly say no because, as a matter of fact, pulling your cute body under his is one of his intentions. He wanted to do it since he was you in this fucking store, but, of course. saying this to a pretty girl is lame. And completely counter-productive. And would make him a villain in your eyes, even though he tries so fucking hard to be a hero. He can make you feel good if you were to just open your pretty legs for him and moan under his tongue – god knows, he wants to make you feel good. He wonders what would it take for him to please you. If he could have a full-time job at this. 

— Nein. Thought I told you already. 

— I don’t…I shouldn’t believe you. 

He shook his head, pushing the plate(he had to go out of his way to actually put the pasta from the tray to a proper plate, enjoy this, woman) towards you. You’re adorable like this – naked, trembling, a bit too weak to actually fight him over not eating anything for the past two days – you’re repeating the same conversation over and over again and König wouldn’t mind living in a groundhog day if the loop would end with his fucking you on that thin mattress each time. 

Speaking of mattresses – he needs to get you a thicker one. 

Speaking of thicker mattresses – he needs to relocate you into his bedroom as soon as possible. 

Speaking of his bedroom – he is fucking bricked. 

— If you don’t trust me, why do you ask? 

You bite your lips. He can see you’re hungry and thirsty – he doesn’t want to forcefully feed you, so, yeah, you better be very hungry very soon. He pushes the plate towards you, hoping you won’t launch it on his head. He survived worse, a 6’4 British dude in a ski mask falling on him with the speed of Brexit, but getting hit by a plate when your angry girlfriend is being an angry girlfriend is…the best thing that could ever happen to him, actually. Gott, he is miserable. 

— I…I don’t know. Don’t want to get killed. 

— I won’t kill you. 

— But you will hurt me. 

— I don’t have to do that, Liebling. 

No, he doesn’t. 

But he sees the way your plushy thighs are squeezing into that tiny corner where your mat is, your squishy body getting all shaky and trembly, your lips in a tight line with tiny blood droplets from biting on them too much – and, by his fucking god, you’re beautiful. He wants to make you wet, to make you squirm, to make you beg and cry for mercy as he pounds into the sweetness of your cunt. He wants to try you on the inside and out, lick you all over from the inside, and then make you lick your love juices from his lips. 

König knows he is hard and can’t really hide it – it’s useless now, really, he is being very nice and considerate to you. Changing your life is hard, especially with how quickly you moved to his place – like a good boyfriend, he should help you adjust. And aid you in recognizing that he is, in fact, your boyfriend and future husband. The perfect partner to ever exist. — What is it? 

— Pasta. It’s…it’s good. Should be good. He is nervous, anxious. Seeing a pretty girl in her natural habitat – a Lego store – is one thing. He was barely able to talk to you properly, especially right after his deployment, where the only female attention he ever got was Roze asking to cover her or additional female soldiers groaning in pain as he stomped them. But you…he shouldn’t be colonel around you – absolutely not. You’re soft and civilian, you’re as polite as a girl in a basement could be, and you deserve to have something nice for once in your life. Licking his lips, König gently picks up a fork and presses a small amount of pasta – rich, creamy, with some nice cheese that smells divine - -against your lips. 

You refuse.

A smart move, he could have poisoned it – so he thinks for a few seconds, staring at you like a smart girlie you are, and then – lifts his hood. If only barely, revealing his scarred chin and bruised lips. The initial swelling after getting his head bumped by a guy who was speaking like an edgy teenager in the Counter-Strike lobby was already gone by the time he managed to get you into his basement – but no amount of rest could hide all other marks from his job. 

Despite being a seasoned mercenary with hundreds of killed targets and completed objectives, he feels…insecure. You’re a nice girl, a good girl, the type that used to look at him with hatred while he was bullied at school. Hatred or pity – but you only look at him with fear, and it cements his understanding that you’re not going to give in to loving him so easily.

König sighs deeply, his lips, curved into that awkward, boyish smile that creeps on his face every time he as much as thinks about you, now transforming into a scowl as you proceed to whimper and try to get lost in the wall behind you. Like he wouldn’t be able to track your scent if you would disappear. He slowly presses his fork towards his mouth, chewing on the food – showing you that it’s not poisoned. 

He smiles again when he sees you slowly parting your lips, expecting him to feed you with less of a fuss. He’d propose something else – maybe even untying your hands and allowing you to actually for yourself, but something in your helpless state made his cock throb in his pants. God, König knows he isn’t his strongest soldier, but could he please make you less adorable? He doesn’t want to push you on your knees and make you suck on him until he whimpers, but the way you lick all of the cheese from your lips and try your best to look presentable in front of him… The process of feeding someone shouldn’t really be sexual, but König gently pushes the hair away from your face and lifts up the fork over and over, sometimes only changing to bring a glass of water to your lips. He can do this all day. Every day. Pleasing you already becomes second nature – and he spends most of his life thinking that the only thing he can take care of is his rifle and a few tortured enemies that need their teeth extracted. You require gentle handling – and he wants nothing more but to give you that. Just…a bit later. Preferably after the already came in your pussy at least two or three times and made you choke on his dick as a little thank-you gift. 

You finish eating after a short while, thanking him for bringing you a napkin to clean your lips. König gently caresses your head, enjoying the sensation of your hair under his palm – it’s like petting a cat. A soft little pet just for him and no one else – if only he could actually bring you to like him. He has a few bond activities in mind, though. — You liked it, ja? 

You lick your lips again, and his breath hitches. This is going to be hard, this is going to be impossible, it’s worse than having to work with high Krueger on a ship that made everyone feel like they were the ones doing crack in the backroom of their makeshift base. 

— I…I did. 

He pets your head again like you’re his pet – and you gently move your head to lean into his touch. Perhaps you’re dumber than he thinks. Or way smarter – a clever strategy to make him relax and nice to you without making him too suspicious. You slowly get back into your corner, but König wouldn’t have any of it – he drags you back by your arm, making you whimper and sob in his hold. It’s bad, he doesn’t want you to squirm from under him as much as you do, but…if you don’t want to be a good girl, he might as well force you to. 

You cry as he pushes you deep into the corner, his hands roaming over your body. Thank god he ripped your clothes before you woke up – now there isn’t anything protecting you from his hands, not even that adorable bra he ripped in pieces because, as much as he loved wearing a uniform with straps and buttons everywhere, he could not figure out how to take this thing off you without breaking it. The last time he was sleeping with a woman, she wore a sports bra that could be taken off easily. It’s your fault that you decided to be more girly, really. Not his. 

His hands cup your breasts roughly. Tugs and twists your nipples, a few shaky moans telling him exactly how sensitive you are – he might not have a girl in a hot minute, too busy with being the best freaking mercenary in the world, but even he knows how to take care of a pretty thing like you. Your tits fit in his hands perfectly, even more, reasons to believe you were just made for him. Not for some lame job at a Lego store counter – you should be waiting on your knees in his bedroom, with your mouth open wide and neat to fit his cock right in. With some sweet things lingering on your tongue as he bullies himself right in, getting what he deserves for protecting peace – and installing violence – while doing his job. He might not be the best freaking guy around, but he deserves something nice. 

He pinches your nipples until they’re firm and swollen, every little cry escaping from your lips is only encouraging him to proceed. Licks on the open skin of your neck until his eneve stubble makes you whimper from how sensitive you are – it should be painful, he thinks, with how bloody the little bite marks from his teeth have become. 

König marks you as thoroughly as possible, smiling each time you cry and beg for him to stop. You’re changing between bad German and good English, between loud cries and small whimpers, which he can’t determine from pleasure to pain. Not like he cares, too determined to make you cry his name – even though you probably don’t know it. All of his desires to claim you taking full power now, not listening to the way you plead with him. Whimper for him. Your skin is a clear canvas, allowing him to paint you with hickeys and marks, enjoying the little blood droplets covering your collarbones. 

— Quiet, please. Don’t…don’t move, Schatzi. I don’t want to hurt you. 

— Please, please, just…anything but… — Won’t take long. Promise. 

— I don’t want to- — Quiet. I know you don’t, Liebling. Just…Scheisse, you…fuck. 

— Stop! — Can’t. I apologize, Schatzen. Relax for me, ja?

He whispers, he whimpers, he is almost out of his mind when he can finally put his tongue on your swollen nipples. For some weird, depraved reason, he almost expects the milk to start flowing from your chest, allowing him to drink up as much as he wants. If he could get you pregnant, he might enjoy it for a few months – although having a kid on his hip isn’t as fun as it could have. He tried to babysit Hutch kids once when he brought them to base – and it was the worst fucking day of his life. Besides, little children can’t be around Legos – it's already a deal breaker for someone like him. 

Speaking of legos…

You wiggle in his grasp, as good as you can with your hands still in the handcuffs – he should give you that one, at least you aren’t just laying lifelessly in front of him. At least you’re putting up a fight. At least he doesn’t feel too bad about restraining you without proper reasoning. You lick your lips again, that cute tongue of yours going over all the bite marks. You take a deep breath, shaking in his hold. God, he can just look in your face the whole day – barely knows how to handle himself around you. — I…I thought you wanted to…build this set with me? Smart girl. Way smarter than he gave you credit for – you know how to make him stop in his tracks and finally look at you differently. Maybe, you’re too good for him. Maybe, he doesn’t really care about that. Millennium Falcon, still sitting in the box – König hoped you’d start slowly putting it together but, seemingly, you need a bit of encouragement. The only thing that could tug him away from your breasts is the expensive set sitting just next to him. 

Might start bonding with you as well. He tugs away from your nipples with a loud pop, an obnoxiously wet sound emerging as a thin line of saliva connects your breasts and his tongue. You whimper when he smiles, that scarred face of his twisting in a huge grin. Knows he’s not the most charming person around, but it’s not like you have any choice now – not with the limited options he gave you. Like a good girl, you’d probably pick doing Lego Sets with him than taking his cock in that tight pussy of yours. He’d be satisfied with any outcome. — J…ja. I’d like that.  He has to give this one to you – you really know how to get a man going.

Bu building this insane set with him, that is.

[wololo-01]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MRS. WATER!!!!

Yayyyy!!!! It finally here!! It my girl birthday!!! I'm so happy to finally celebrate Mrs. Water birthday <3

But actually that's not all I really want to celebrate and say.....

Oh boi ok long LOOOONG texts above ( there is Also some swearing so be warned too :'b) ↓

(also sorry for interrupting any of you guys!! For the people I tag, you all can just read the part I mentioned you and then skip all the rest!! <3)

*sigh* ok, I'm not going to lie here, since the last 3 years here in this community, it never crossed my mind that I would meet people as incredible, funny, creative and majestic as everyone here,And I'll tell you the truth, this fandom changed me a lot, I didn't imagine this would happen but look, this actually happened hahaha!! XD

To be honest, I had a lot of problems last year and this year too, a lot of shit happened to me and that really discouraged me in a lot of things,I had problems with my self-esteem again and wanted to give up trying anything and life as well I felt useless on several days but you guys, you all cheered me up so much!! I never had the courage to tell you this but if it weren't because of you all I really don't know what I would do :') everything was like: "No one will ever like my style" - BANG! Them find my style cool. "I made this drawing but I don't really think someone will-” BANG! People actually like it a lot “i made this fanart for them but what if then-” BANG! them like it a lot! I'm so happy! :'D

sorry, sorry kakskaak buuut also, There is actually some special people who I want to thank a lot, they are people who of all inspired me to continue and made me so happy:

@bluetorchsky & @androidcharles

YOU TWO.

Since the first time when I moved in to tumblr again to post my thsc art in a old account, I was scared to death that maybe there was no person who knew this game here and my style back then...jesus Christ"; _;, I was really about to gave up until BOOM!! suddenly you both show up in my notifications and I saw the reblog and read the nice tags you guys leave it AND- *slam table* AHHHHHHHHH/p YOU TWO LITERALLY ARE SOOO FREAKING NICE AND AMAZING!!!! Not only that but your both have such extraordinary creative and talent!! You two deserve so much happiness and love!! I was too shy to say this but now damn you both deserve to hear this!!! >:}

Blue your artwork is pretty!! Pretty like the moon and stars shining high in the sky!, your writing is extremely beautiful, like music on a violin or a piano at night or the ones pretty poems Written with so much passion, your writing is extraordinary! You dedicate yourself so much and manage to make a story seem like a book that you are lucky enough to know and read!! And not only that but your ocs, violin and accordion DANG I love how well written they are so much!! They designs are so great yet sooo fabulous and they storys is very veeeery good and greats!!!. I really hope that you continue with those Masterpieces that you write and draw!!, But not only that, but you are such a kind, spectacular and divine person, I really appreciate soooooo muuuch all the things you do here, your writing is done with so much passion and your art is so unique, Don't feel sad or anything just because you can't write or draw at some point, it's totally fine and you deserve all the time but also ALLL THE LOVE AND APPRECIATION in the world! ^^)

Katiee!!! First of all WHERE DID GET SO FREAKING AMAZING IDEAS AND CREATIVE?!?!!???? I SWEAR YOU ARE AMAZING AND FUNNY!!, sometimes I envy you a little, but I also consider you one of my inspirations!!!! Your art is beautiful, beautiful like a painting of flowers or like a clean and calm river, your style is so cuteeeee Those stick people really look like marshmallows!! I so eat your art!! >:3 (kakak sorry), but seriously you are a talented person too, many people here also like you and blue!! You are neat and I glad to be able meet you and your artwork!! (Also I saw that you also writing and it one about your au, I still need to Taste this new delicious write of you 🍽️) when you did the Toppat clan week YIPPEE I GOT SO EXCITED!!! I was scary to not be able to participate but I managed!! I have so much fun drawing all those stuff!!! The prompt You put it was really good also extremely interesting!!!, and talking about something I love so much your ocs!!! Especially Amelia! She such a cuteee cinnamon roll and a adorable blueberry cake!! I love her personality and the design Ohh ESPECIALLY the hair!! Its like a fluffy blue cotton candy!! You super cool, I really appreciate all the work you do, I hope I can see more, you are a talented, funny and absolutely magnificent person!!! Don't forget this!!! >:]

@capturecharlesau & @crown-of-roses-thsc

YOU BOTH ARE MY TWO FAVORITE AU BLOG HAHSHSHAK SUCH CREATIVE, SWEET AND AMAZING PERSON YOU GUY ARE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Minnie!!, you super cool! Like really you such a cool and amazing person!! You also so sweet and kind!!! You like one of those cool kid in the school who I look like at and said "I wanna be like she!! She so awesome!! Yep, she deserves this popularity, she deserves nothing but the best for all things" In the last year, I was really down by some things that happened, but then I saw some one of the chapter you post it and BOOOM!!! Your au is what brings me back the joy!!! AAAAAA I was so hyped about your au!!! Jesus it just so DAMN WELL writing, I love the ideas you have and the characters?? NAHAHAHA THEM ALSO ARE SOOO FREAKING GREAT you manage to combine the words anguish, violence and comfort in such an incredible way! (And snicker you too do!!) Some of your chapters were thrown out at times when I really needed something to distract me, seriously you are a divinely talented person!! And other things I love about your au is Terrence, I'm still a hater of this piece of crap but I want to praise you so much about how you wrote it!! He really was such a good and badass villain/antagonist!!! God, I've even had some nightmares involving him, he really gave me the chills, The way you wrote it from start to finish was AMAZING, I swear I still love rereading it all again, to me it's like a frollo like the hunchback of Notre Dame with a bit of the personality of Clayton from Tarzan or Ursula from the little mermaid!! (Sorry they all are one of my favorite villains), Another thing I love so much are your ocs! Not only Danny but I can also say allwork and Benz!! AHHH THEM ALL ARE SUCH COOL OCS!!! I also need to say you are amazing when it comes to writing about Characters!! I really wanna know so much more about them all!!, Danny is still my favorite (he so lovely and sweet, he and you deserve the world) but either way, I thankful for you get in this fandom :') you deserve so much loveee and appreciation!! You made wanna go back in training more cartoon styles and expression because of your artstyle who is perfect!!!! I and everyone here will love to see your next works and arts!!! DON'T FORGET WHO FREAKING NICE AND AMAZING YOU ARE!!!!

Snicker!!!! (Hope it okay to call you that)) *sigh*.....

I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE A MEDAL FOR THE BEST AU THAT IS BEING WRITTEN.

Wow, God, how can I put into words in English how good she is??? I won't even be able to describe it in Portuguese CUZ GODDAMN YOU HAVE SUCH A POWER TO WRITE SOMETHING SO GOOOOOD😭😭 think I can say you and have the absolutely talens of god and the creative of a Talented artist who deserves much more appreciation and great recognition!!! When you showed up I was having a few bad days but YOUR AU SUDDENLY FELL FROM THE SKY AND WAS IMMEDIATELY BLESSED TO READ SUCH THE MAGNIFICENT MASTERPIECE!!! I love sooo much the idea of ​​Ellie being Terrence daughter It such a cool and think I can say, a really original ideas (I mean about ellie being Terence daughter, not Terrence having a child "^^) I also adore so much all the personalities of each, RHM is one of my favorites, I'm also curious about his story and the others, I can't forget to talk about the villain!, AAAAAA YOUR TERRENCE IT'S SO NEAT!!! I also still his hater but you done such a good job with him gave the big vibe of two-face villain or the cocky anger issues one (idk what it the name for this one XD) but seriously? Meeen I wish I could could puch him just like rogue from jewel au from @smoresthehalloweenqueen ((Smore you also another of my inspiration and favorite artist!! >:3)) and CC!terrence, for me rogue, CC!Terrence and CoRTerrence are pretty good villains but make Blood boils so much just by seeing them but hey hey! This why I love villains you like them very much but wish them all just die soon (cc!Terrence was one Only these two are missing and I can't wait to see them all in hell ahahaha >:D) you really are spectacular, take the time you need to do the chapters, but I wanna to said that you are also my new Big inspiration!!

@00lari00

LARIIIII FINALMENTE EU TENHO UMA AMIGA BR NESSE FANDOM!!! DEUS É BOM DE DEMAAAAAAAAIS PORRA 🙌🙌

Akaskska sorry XDD but I serious!! I so happy to be the only brazillian person here in the fandom on tumblr!! It sucks sometimes not having someone who speaks the same language as you to talk :'''b but suddenly A SMOKE ARISED AND SUDDENLY FROM BEHIND, WIZARD LARI FINALLY ARRIVED!!! HOORAY!!!! Lari we can not talk to much since you busy with your school and I am a shy idiot but I need to said, HOLY SHIT YOU ARE THE MOST FUCKING COOL PERSON I HAVE HAD THE PLEASURE OF KNOWING, YOUR ART AND CREATIVITY ARE LIKE MAGIC COMING TRUTH!!! And this au you are creating??? É MUITO FODAAAAAA 😩😭🤌🤌🤌 CARALHO VEI TU TA FAZENDO UMA OBRA PRIMA ESPERO QUE VC NÃO PARE!!! É MUITO INCRÍVEL TUDO QUE VC TA FAZENDO!!! (Sorry back to English KAJSKS) I can't lie to you, I sometimes envy you, you are such a special, kind and incredible person. It's like I'm talking like the coolest maid ever and I think 'god they're so cool why they are even talking to me?, but I also see you as one of my big inspirations!! I know I will reach the same level as you in talent and art but I at least want to have some of your courage to talk to people and be good at drawing just like YOUU!!I also want you to remember that you are so wonderful and a very magnificent and awesome person!! Anyone who talk shit about you and one it's a hater because them never gonna be in the same way as you are!!! Also take all the time you need it for draw, study is also important I am here to let you know that I'm rooting for you every day!! I can see you Gonna have a bright and wonderful future, thank you for being my friend and also so being my inspiration

And now a really special one...a person who I am very very grateful...

@doodlethings

Bunnu?, omg I think I will cry (I already am since I'm writing all this) YOU. HOLY SHIT BUNNU I SWEAR HOW DARE YOU BE THE COOLEST, AMAZING, SENSATIONAL, WONDERFUL, KIND, AMAZING PERSON??? WHAT THE FUCK, I WISH I COULD GIVE YOU THE FUCKING WORLD, GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU DESEVE IT AND MORE THAN THE WORLD CAN OFFER TO YOU, In fact, how long have we been glued to each other? Type 4?? 5?? Or 6 years?? Oof time passed so quickly I lost count ;_; but well fuck it! The most important thing I want want to said is, YOU ARE SUCH DIVINE ARTIST AND WRITER!!! YOUR ART IS AS WONDERFUL AS A LIVING PAINTING A MUSE PAINTING, And this art deserves to be featured, every detail of it is so impeccable and incredible, and your writing? They are like a special, treasured book that deserves to be read, even if no one does, I will, I will appreciate your art and I will read your stories for the rest of my life, again and again and again, You are like a sunshine or flowers in the snow, you are my bestie, my favorite person in the world!! And you are my biggest inspiration to continue drawing, you have cheered me up all these years and continue to this day, you have the best sense of humor and music of all, your gave so wanna tips and help me a lot to deal with live and learn to love and appreciate more the things!! If wasn't because of you? Geez I really don't know but this doesn't matter, you are the best, intelligence and great yet sweetly and maravilinda person in this WHOOOOOLE WORLD!!! I LOVE YOU!! THANK YOU FOR BEING MY BEST FRIEND AND BE AND TALK WITH ME TO THIS DAY, I'm sorry about my horrible sense of humor, my delulu theories, lack of brain cells and Also because they heard the stupidest story I tell it ksskskajk you got a bored dumb friend :'b but I happy to be on your side until now and I can't wait to see you shine more <'3

Oh and for the people I didn't tag and said here

I'm sorry I can't tag all of you 😭😭 if tag more people here this post will be post only a few weeks later akajsj BUT DON'T THINK JUST BECAUSE I DIDN'T TAG YOU GUYS IT MEAN I FINDA ANY OF YOU SO NEAT AND AMAZING!!! YOU GUYS SUPPORT AND LOVE THAT YOU ALL GAVE ME HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART!!! A LOT (almost everyone) OF YOU ARE ALSO MY INSPIRATIONS!!! YOU LOVE EVER BLOG, DRAW, THEORY, WRITINGS AND AUS THAT YOU ALL DO!!! KEEP SHINING AND GOING EVERYONE CUZ YOU GUYS ARE FABULOUS 💞💞💞 💅 I WANNA SUPPORT AND LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!!! YOU GUYS DESERVE A LOOOOOOOOOOOT OF MORE THAN I CAN OFFER AND SAID DO NEVER FORGET WHO COOL AND BEAUTIFUUUUUUL YOU ALL ARE!!!! 🗣️📢

You knows? Today also is my birthday and there is It's a tradition in Brazil where, when someone has a birthday, after congratulations and lighting the candles, the person gives the first piece of cake to someone important, but all of you are important to me soooo...Since this is the internet not real life, I wanna pass several first pieces to each of you all!!!! SO GRAB ONE GUYS!!! NYEHEHEHEHEHE 🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰 >:DDD

Well this all I can actually said, happy birthday again Mrs. Water and Happy birthday to me!!

Also have I got this stupid idea her ajakskdkk xb

[zahri-melitor]

Batman v Ra's Al Ghul, by Neal Adams: A Bronze Age fever dream of a comic, written in 2019-2021.

Neal Adams caps off his over 50 year career with DC comics by...them letting him write a book for the first time in a decade.

Now, Adams is famous for his Bronze Age artwork, not his writing, and it's deservedly so: this is not the comic you would pick up if you were interested in award winning writing. But I have to say, it's actually something far more fun than 'good writing'.

I think the easiest way to describe the incredibly wild vibes of this title are 'Adams writes a multiverse Bronze Age time travel AU fic', where the cast technically consists of a modern set of characters (Dick is Nightwing and both Tim and Damian are Robin), but all of the characters are drawn, talking and acting like they just walked off a page in 1974 or so.

For assistance, that's: Dick in the yellow with the very 70s black vest; Tim in the blue t-shirt; Damian in the red t-shirt; and Bruce in the suit. You end up keeping track of them in this title by their haircuts.

Bruce and Damian here cannot remember anything about being Batman and Robin; Dick and Tim appear to have shown up with a fantastical story that cannot be proven (as I said, this has INCREDIBLE reality hopping AU vibes).

Some of the characters have been mindwiped. Some of the characters are robot duplicates. A whole list of characters Adams helped create show up largely because he created them (seriously Kirk and Francine Langstrom show up for a couple of pages mostly to give Dick and Tim an airlift into a difficult to reach entrance to the Cave). Nobody sounds particularly in character at any point, but that's not really a problem in this comic, because what it really is is a giant jolt of Bronze Age style writing nostalgia direct to the brainstem.

They don't make comics like this anymore and reading one written in the 2020s like this reinforces why.

Deadman's brother Aaron and sister Zeea show up; his brother is busy pretending to be an alternate Australian version of Batman called Marvin O'Hearn, and his sister is a psychic running around in the most 70s outfit imaginable controlling things and mindwiping Bruce on Ra's orders.

(And yes, if you too just asked 'Boston Brand has siblings???' the answer is 'kinda sorta but definitely not these two', however given Adams was writing Boston in 1968 at one point he's got as much right as anyone else to claim there are additional siblings)

There's a group who PRETEND to be the Court of Owls but secretly are a group of industrialists called The Money who want to control the world via paying for legislators, judges and industry (and yes I realise that sounds exactly like the Court's thing, but Adams was almost 80 when he wrote this, he can have an expy Court if he wants one).

Bruce pretends to be Matches for a good chunk of the back end of this comic and it actually acknowledges that Matches Malone was a real gangster before he died and Bruce stole his identity (something other writers and the fandom often forget), because Adams wants one more spin with the character he designed.

There's also a moment in the sixth issue where one of Ra's pet scientists tries to sell a panel of Gotham execs on a perpetual motion machine based on electrolysis as his replacement for the current Gotham power generators and at this point I lost it giggling at the portrayal of Ra's as a cheap charlatan.

(There is also a sneaky joke that only works if you know what British salad cream is; there's this sequence of the kids talking about Alfred making sandwiches with 'crappy salad dressing' instead of mayonnaise, only this tray has been made with mayo...and it's a hint that Alfred has been replaced by a robot. I laughed; I suspect it might be non-obvious to American audiences)

This is not a comic to read if you are interested in 'main continuity' or 'coherence' or even 'good writing'. However if you want some wild antics that feel like someone's 3am fanfic AU written in pure Bronze Age vibes and to see the last work of one of Ra's Al Ghul's creators? Give it a chance. You'll never be able to predict what's on the next page.

[morganbritton132]

Ahh I love your emtts I catch up on every day like it's my evening newspaper 😂 Speaking of I just saw the response where you mentioned Robin and Steve saying hi to their FBI agents and that's hilarious

Like the idea that Robin and Steve are so used to being bugged that they say hi to the FBI, Steve is vehemently against Alexa, doesnt have much of a social media presence (aside from Facebook) and is still futile trying to stop Eddie from breaking his NDA because Eddie may only have one Steve signed FOUR is so funny in the context of this au where Eddie just tells tiktok Steve has mommy issues 😂 The contrast is just so funny to me

But anyway. I absolutely love your au and all the details you've put into it and I hope you don't feel too much pressure when you get responses like this. Hope you have a good day

No pressure felt at all! I absolutely love being sent stuff like this. I think it’s so cool that people pick up on little world building things and expand on them because those are my favorite things to write. I’ve always found something really fascinating about grounding a character into a realism that’s just kinda mundane. I think it’s neat and I think it’s cool that other people see it and seem to like it.

It's like the saga has it’s own fandom and I love it.

After Starcourt, Steve and Robin started signing off their phone calls with “Bye Steve/Bye Robin/Bye FBI agent bugging my phone” because sometimes there was this weird staticky sound on the line when they talked.

And sure, maybe it was because the mall fire caused significant damage to the power grin and everything was flickering and staticky that summer. Maybe it was Steve’s second concussion of the year still ringing around his head. It’s funnier to imagine that it’s an FBI agent sitting in some hot sweaty van listening to them talk about girls and minimum wage jobs.

“Holy shit,” Steve said one night, cutting Robin off in their ever-depressing job search. “We’ve talked about girls.”

“Uh, yeah? Did you forget?”

“That means that you came out to me and the FBI, Buckley.”

Steve actually told Robin that the FBI monitors them for a bit after every Upside Down event. They patch you up and give you an NDA, and then they watch you for a while to see if you’re a traitor to your country. That’s just common sense.

Dustin overheard him and said that this was real life and not a bad spy movie. Steve was just being paranoid.

Steve’s just like, “Oh yeah, if I’m so paranoid then why was there a weird van in the school parking lot when I l picked you up from your nerd club? That’s classic FBI.”

“You mean Eddie Munson’s van???”

Eddie signed the NDA but he’s never taken it seriously.

The first thing he did after he left the hospital was write a song about Vecna. He still preforms that song to this day. The artwork for their first album cover was a drawing of a demo-bat. That album sold over two million records.

Eddie’s never had a secret that he hasn’t told. Sometimes Eddie starts talking and he doesn’t know what’s going to come out and other times, he outs his husband’s mommy issues to his audience of six million.

Eddie will start a live stream like, “Ask me anything, I’m an open book.”

Steve’s just like, “Babe.”

“Sorry, Steve said I’m not allowed to be an open book.”

 

(Side note: It is very important to me that the only social media that Steve has is Facebook because (1) it’s a mom’s social media and (2) it’s unsecure as fuck. Not only is Facebook spying on you but it’s selling information. I just think it’s so funny that Steve won’t get an Alexa but he’ll give all his pictures and location to Mark Zuckerberg.)

[amorganva]

Just a bunch of random interesting Lies of P stuff I've seen so far because I still love this game:

So the workshop was established 1868....which means that we're in the year 1889 or around that timeframe based on the grand exhibition signs.

Apparently Sophia has a diary? and this is the only page: Master Cherry gives the Piece of wood to his friend Geppetto At that very moment a loud knock sounded on the door It was Geppetto, an old friend of Master Cherry. The boys of the neighborhood called him Polendina because of the wig he always wore, which was just the color of yellow corn. He was known to dislike children, and even more so when they called him Polendina.

on some of the plaques at the grand exhibition

The Krat k for reference and the devs having fun sneaking pics onto bottles lol

The music sheet on the piano is the sheet music for the Oblivion soundtrack of the game. I also wonder why P chooses to play that particular piece that he plays as his humanity increases, why is it stuck in your head P?....on to another Carmeo doodle! I mean seriously the first few notes of the Estella Opera theme sound like humanity level 1 P trying the piano....like there's this specific tune in his mind. Like the two used to play together or Carlo the bougie being good at playing would teach Romeo, the kid from the streets. And the whole level P would hear that tune ....operafied and extra because it's Romeo, cmon, but also as a reminder like -Hey...remember, buddy?

Just for reference purposes, when exported directly, Romeo is a giant at almost 9 ft - while P is about 6'4" when not constantly in battle stance. But Sophia and every other NPC in Krat is also about 6 feet when directly exported so the characters aren't made to scale - youngest of the BRBH is as tall as Sophia without ears. I read somewhere that Carlo is supposed to be around 5'3" on average and 5'6" at the tallest (people being shorter back then etc....our short king) so in my headcanon for my doodles reference I scaled Romeo to be about 5'10", just a bit taller than Carlo. Idk why I make him taller but there's something about his nickname Lampwick which just meant that he's skinny and polished looking in the original context but it got in my head that he's just tall and skinny and I'm rolling with it. Funny that his puppet form is so rusted and kinda clunky and raggedy looking for someone so well put together presumably before he died. The most unruly of Pinocchio's friends but also the nicest guy in this universe--- don't get me started on Romeo again gigachad of a friend///

Also something you can't really see ingame cuz resolution but irl all records are by Trilogy Records and Feel in particular is "Song of Vamp, Rosa Milan" ....no clue what it means.

the placeholder used for Romeo's play in the trailers....but also Hotel Krat before it became a Hotel in a bustling city?

Question: Blue hair Sophia or Brown hair? Short hair P or long hair P? (I like short hair because it's an iconic look and the devs clearly spent a lot of time fine tuning it when you look at the trailers lol, long hair to me just feels so....basic) Also P's hair is aktschually brown.....it just looks really dark ingame and in all the artwork they just chose to make it black-looking. So Carlo and P technically have the same hair, he just doesn't have P's freckles which....a choice was made by Geppetto and I respect it.

You can read this oddly specific daffodil newspaper texture and this letter.....like why is this so high res??

It's a shame you can't see some of this stuff unless you actually take a close look at the game files but I like to snoop. I just wanna see more of Krat...like a tour video or something or a book before it all kinda went to hell. Thanks Geppetto ....and/or Simon.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Prompt List

Hey, guys! I've made a list of prompts that y'all can send in, along with the driver you want! I am going to start with F1 imagines, and maybe, later on, I'll include other fandoms too. Also, I haven't really learned how to make an smau yet, so those requests might take me some time.

Feel free to send in stuff aside from this as well!

“We should get married.”

“What would happen if I kissed you right now?”

“I never really left.”

Using each other’s phones without supervision 

Having their first serious fight

“Seeing you like this, I fell even more in love with you.”

“You love me again.” “Who said I stopped?”

“Maybe this was a mistake.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

raspberry lip gloss

pajama bottoms

flushed cheeks

a fogged up mirror

colouring tattoos

lipstick marks on shirt collars

silver bangles

six missed calls

“Silly me to assume that you would care.”

“I can’t believe that we finally made it.”

“We’re ride or die, remember?”

“I’ll be here forever. For as long as you’ll have me.”

“If you insult them, you insult me.”

“We’re a package deal.”

“I could pick you out from a room full of thousands of people.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ve saved me so many times; it’s only right that I return the favor.”

“Did you seriously drop everything just to come here?”

“You are my home.”

“I saved this for you.”

“I got you your favourite.”

“I haven’t watched any of it without you.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“You can have the last one.”

“You could put a knife to my throat and I wouldn’t flinch.”

“I made this for you.”

“I knew you would be there. You always are.”

“I don’t care about what they think, I care about you.”

“I know, I know, I’m stuck with you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“really? i never knew that about you.”

“who’d buying you flowers that isn’t me?”

“isn’t paying for dinner a date thing?”

“for you, i’d do anything.” “i know.”

a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork .

an otherwise empty parking lot .

the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

“Wanna dance?”

“i love that about you.”

“your hugs are the best.”

“could you get any cuter?”

“please come back to bed.”

“god, you’re just the cutest.”

“wow. you look really good”.

“can you come here? please?”

“you’re freezing! take my jacket.”

stargazing

“I wish I could hate you.”

“I can hate your guts but still respect you.”

physical touch as a love language

words of affirmation as a love language

acts of services as a love language

“I miss home.”

“You’re safe with me.”

accidentally calling the other wife/husband

a forgotten anniversary gift hidden in a closet

“I think I need help.”

a cherished photograph tucked inside a book

an old, faded love note found in a pocket

a favorite blanket with a small, stitched heart

“What if we get caught?”

“Would you please just kiss me?”

a faded Polaroid tucked behind a mirror

a handwritten recipe with personal notes in the margins

leaving post-its everywhere

thunderstorms

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

Pet names/Nicknames

sleeping arrangements

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

guiding each other through a crowded room with gentle touches

helping someone zip up a jacket in a chilly wind

subtle protection

“I’m sitting front row. I always do.”

cozy pizza night

sandcastles

“You scared me!”

coming home after a long day

dancing in the rain

domestic life

time difference

hugs

scrunchies

painted nails

promise rings

face masks

sunday morning breakfasts

warm cups of cocoa

late night conversations

movie marathons on rainy day

staying up all night and watching the sunrise together

building a fort with blankets and pillows

[keen-eye]

got really bored and made the N6 into Club Penguins. couldn’t decide whether they should look like their CC designs, or CT designs, or how they’d design their own penguins, so I did a mix of the 3 / what felt right lol

the N6 as players:

Brooklynn: obsessed with playing the PSA missions. the others always ask her to play with them and she promises to after just one more mission (a lie). investigated the Operation Blackout rumors. she’s constantly searching for secret messages on the island. she uses her coins to buy the most fashionable outfits and loves being the first to find new hidden items in the catalogs. hangs out in the Coffee Shop with everyone

Kenji: wants to have the highest rated igloo, but he’s not very good at the minigames so Yaz plays on his account to get him coins. he scouts other players’ igloos to steal borrow ideas. loves the monthly parties/themes and throwing his own parties. collects Special Actions’ Items (pretends to work everywhere). looks online to know where/when to find rare items (also uses codes). throws snowballs at other players 

Yaz: prides herself on being the best at the minigames. when she wants to play Sled Racing she yells at other players on the Ski Hill to play against her. Darius beat her at Card-Jitsu too many times and now she refuses to play (her excuse is that it doesn't take skill anyway). enjoys the Night of the Living Sled short films and dressing up for the Halloween parties. one time she submitted artwork to be displayed in the game

Darius: as good at the minigames as Yaz but he doesn’t take it nearly as seriously. his favorite game is Card-Jitsu and he’s always trying to get the others to play with him. he earned all the belts in one sitting (then did it on Kenji’s account). plays in the Arcade and reads books in the Book Room. loves anything Rockhopper related. always exploring less popular areas of the island and finding/unlocking secret rooms

Ben: very invested in the in-game conspiracy theories and lore. logs on and immediately tries to tip the Iceberg (hard hat on, pengussy out). tries to convince others of the most random theories. eavesdrops on players misbehaving and follows them around because he’s nosy. has been banned many times for refusing to leave other penguins’ igloos when they tell him to. reports “pookies” because he thinks they’re pedos

Sammy: spends most of her time in the main hangout spots chatting with everyone. she’s been temporarily banned twice for revealing and asking for too much personal information (you can’t ask for someone’s address to send them a care package, Sammy). she’s the best at Puffle Roundup and uses her coins to adopt puffles (she has to get one of every color/type). she takes naming and caring for them very seriously

comments on their designs ->

Brooklynn was the hardest in getting the right outfit/jewelry combo, but I lucked out with her hair. an alternate version of her had glasses but I wanted her to have eyelashes (does she look like a Simpsons character, maybe)

Kenji was originally going to be blue but red just went better with his outfit + vibe. an alternate version of him had sunglasses but I wanted his eyes to be visible

Yaz could have been black, her favorite color like I did with Brooklynn, but she looked better purple. she had good options for hair but not for her outfit

Darius was the easiest (minimalist king), but unfortunately Club P is lacking in textured hair options so this was the best I could do. he could have been green but brown suited him best

Ben is the best imo. the hair and outfit were perfect, but had to settle for a satchel. he could have been peach but he looks better orange

Sammy looks the most like her younger self but no other hair option matched her as well as this one. she could have been yellow but I swapped her and Brooklynn’s colors. she's the only one with expressive eyes

Everyone’s shoe choices were very easy

[whatswrongwithblue]

The Fire in the Sin

Chapter 15 - Tainted

Word count: 6,280. Read on AO3. Series Masterlist. <- Previous Chapter.

Summary: A new Overlord finds a way to hurt Alastor through Mina.

Seriously, mind the Trigger Warnings: betrayal, beating, kidnapping, torture, public humiliation, possession, racist language, religious trauma, cult brainwashing, mass suicide, abusive diet culture.

Chapter 15 - Tainted

1984

Mina had told Alastor her errand would take a minimum of an hour, but she realistically expected it to be much shorter than that. She just had to stop by, pick up the books that she had ordered, and maybe talk to Theodore for a few minutes before heading out.

Alastor had been pissy and sulking all morning about it, but his attitude quickly improved when she offered to indulge him one more time before she left. Overcome with the need to breed and claim her before she ventured out into the world, he had her bent over his workstation with her panties down and skirts hiked above her hips and had his way with her – more than once.

Before she had become thoroughly distracted by Alastor’s administrations, she had noticed the front page of the newspaper from a few days ago that he had tossed to the side of his work area. She had been able to read enough of the headline to know she really should make her trip as quick as possible.

“The Prophetess and Her Cult: Is She the Next Radio Demon?”

It was no wonder Alastor had been so quick to anger and distant before his rut had set in, if that was what he had been dealing with lately. Mina planned on returning home to him before his hormonal mind latched back onto those feelings and he acted out in some thoughtless way. Better to keep his mind on other things until he was clearheaded enough to face this new challenge intelligently.

She stepped into the bookshop and the bell above the door chimed her welcome. This place had been her first regular hangout in Hell and Theodore was one of her oldest friends.

It was charming and cozy, a very different atmosphere than many of the places Hell had to offer. Though it still had a certain demonic flare that could be seen in the furniture design and the artwork on the wall, the place felt comfortable.

It felt safe.

“Good morning,” Mina said cheerfully to the two new assistants that were manning the front desk, a rather young and harmless looking couple.

“’Morning,” the boy said, glancing up from whatever magazine he and the girl had been flipping through. He reached forward and banged the bell on the counter and Theodore popped out from a set of stacks at the back end of the shop’s front room.

“Mina!” he greeted with a smile, before giving a disapproving glare to his assistants who were lacking in customer service skills. His four arms were all full of books that he carried with him before setting them down on the front counter.

“I have your books in the backroom, if you wouldn’t mind just following me,” he said warmly to her then turned and gave a serious scowl to his cashiers. “Can you two handle things up here for just a sec?”

“Sure thing, boss,” the girl said.

Theordore sighed and looked at Mina over his spectacles and she could practically hear the phrase “kids these days” in his expression.

“Ah, if only I had been able convince you to work for me when you first arrived here,” he said wishfully and gestured towards the door to the back room. “Ladies first?”

Mina knew her way around the shop nearly as well as if she did work there and headed towards the back room, with Theodore following close behind.

She trusted him. He had been a kind and generous friend to her for the better part of a century. No part of her registered any danger or imminent threat, so when the door closed behind her, and Theodore reached for the iron bar propped against the wall next to the door, Mina didn’t notice.

And even her hyper-responsive feline reflexes couldn’t respond in time when he swung his arm high and then down, bringing the rod down on the back of her skull.

____

Alastor was lost in his notes, reviewing them to kill time while Mina was away.

Rosie had used her resources to gather as much intel on this Prophetess, their new mutual threat to their status as Overlords, and had shared the information with him for them to brainstorm and come up with a plan of attack once his rut was over.

Kassandra, as she called herself, was born Janet Perry, an unremarkable name if there ever was one. Raised in an incredibly strict Catholic household in rural Texas, she had made a name for herself as a non-denominational faith healer in her early twenties by combining religion and the rapidly growing diet culture of the mid to late 20th century in America. She preached that being overweight was a sign of idolizing food over God and that faith was the best source of nutrition. Even encouraging full blown starvation diets to her followers. It had taken her years to attain her wealth but by the time she was in her 50’s, she had become a full blown cult leader, telling her followers that she was the one true voice of God. Though at the end, she had brought the judgement of the world down on her congregation when allegations of child abuse within the cult began and nearly half of her members had left.

She had invited what was left of her most faithful followers to one large weekend getaway of worship and fasting. No one had eaten for over 48 hours when she supposedly ended it all with a twisted version of communion, giving everyone a glass of wine laced with cyanide and a drop of her own blood.

Over 200 people in the largest mass suicide ever documented in American history.

Rosie had a hypothesis that Kassandra was using a repeat of that communion ceremony to keep control of her followers that had all arrived in Hell with her. They all seemed beyond brainwashed, so hypnosis certainly had to be a part of Kassandra’s powers. The souls she owned were all gaunt, skinny to the point of looking starved, but they were wild and violent creatures, and all spoke as if the spirit of Kassandra was inside them.

It was creepy, even to Alastor.

He was actually relieved when Mina had admitted to not hearing about it. It meant she had been spared any run ins with the cult and he hated to think what kind of trouble her smart mouth might have gotten herself into, though she was usually savvy enough to know when to keep a low profile.

When his thoughts returned to Mina, he sat up. How long had she been gone?

A glance at the clock told him over two hours.

That couldn’t have been right.

She had said she was just getting a few books from Theodore’s. He may have put on a dramatic show of pouting and teasing her about leaving him in his hour of need but in reality, he trusted her to make quick work of it. There was no way she would willingly be gone for this long on a day like today.  

Alastor didn’t usually get feelings of anxiety or dread, but suddenly he had the feeling something was incredibly wrong.

He should have sent his shadow with her, just in case. Though he had never been that far apart from it, it would have been a safety net for her. Kassandra was an unknown threat and seemed very unstable. Any of Alastor’s other rivals wouldn’t dare go after Mina. Even Vox, who would love a chance to expose any of his weaknesses, would think of going after her as low. A cheap shot. Displays of power should be just that . . . impressive to behold.

Kassandra didn’t seem like the type to care about such things.

If Alastor hadn’t been in his damn rut, he wouldn’t have lost so much time obsessing over those notes all morning. He would have even gone with Mina. Hell, Mina only made the trip because she was preparing for the worst of his cycle to begin.

The thought that this was all his fault had just crossed his mind before he brushed it away.

He didn’t even know for certain that Mina was in danger. She was just gone for longer than he expected. He was probably overreacting-

The phone rang.

Alastor stared at it as the sound of its ringing filled the room. His shadow grew larger, detached itself from Alastor, and hovered over the phone mounted on the wall, pinning its two-dimensional ears back as the high-pitched ringing of the device assaulted its senses.

Very few people had the number of that phone. And it hadn’t rung in years.

Alastor walked over to it and wordlessly picked it up.

“Alastor?” a woman’s voice asked. He recognized it as one of Rosie’s favorite souls in Cannibal Town.

“Yes, dear,” he answered, his voice steady. Cheerful even.

“Alastor, you need to get here. Right now. Mina’s here and she’s . . . something is really, really wrong with her. Rosie has her subdued but . . . just get here.”

Alastor hung up the phone without replying. His shadow leaped towards him, and they joined together, speeding to Cannibal Town faster than they had ever moved before.

____

A short while earlier . . .

Mina was cold.

It was not a sensation that she had felt in a very long time. A lifetime, really.

Hell was warm on its best days, sweltering on most. Mina actually enjoyed the acid rain showers that often came in the winter and spring because at least one could open a window and let a cool breeze in.

But the floor beneath her was hard and cold. Her body felt much too stiff and sluggish, too slow to respond as she began to regain consciousness.  And there was something sticky beneath her.

Blood.

Lots of her own blood.

Her sweater and dress were gone, leaving most of her skin exposed to the air around her and the tile beneath her.

No wonder she was cold.

Mina tried to blink and could only open one eye.

A trio of ghouls were staring at her. That was the word she had come up with the first time they had come for her. Ghouls. Their skin was the bloodless gray color of corpses, their eyes sunken and jaundice yellow, their bodies lean to the point of exposing every joint and tendon. They weren’t much more than skeletons with tightly clinging dead flesh.

This last beating had been the worst of the four rounds she had been put through. She had felt her back break and had actually been relieved because at least half of the pain in her body had suddenly been gone as paralysis set in.

Mina rubbed her toes, grateful to her immortal body for its rapid healing abilities but worrying at the bit of numbness and weakness she still felt in one leg.

“Not very creative, are you lot?” she laughed, and spit up a bunch of blood. Oh, she had forgotten what it was like to have lungs full of that stuff. “I could teach you a few things if you wanted. The art of torture has so much to offer besides just blunt force trauma.”

The three demons continued to watch her silently.

Mina tried to pull herself up to stand but could only manage to sit up awkwardly if she leaned against the wall behind her. As much as she wanted to use her limbs to cover her exposed body, she made her arms hang limp at her sides. Acting modest right then would look like a sign of weakness so she tried to embody the spirit of the more modern souls in Hell and pretended to be perfectly comfortable sitting there in her bra and knickers.

“I don’t see any angelic steel, so you’re not trying to kill me,” she said through painful, wheezing breaths. Several of her ribs must have been broken or displaced. “But you haven’t asked me any questions either. Which, honestly, I get. Torture really is a terrible way to get information out of someone.” She paused, swallowing hard, fighting back a wave a vertigo. “So, you’re just doing this to make a point, right? And I’ve never seen your kind here in Hell, so you must be new. And you’ve managed to do something to me to keep me weak and unable to fight back. But this is getting boring.” Mina dropped the act of nonchalance and let her anger show, lowering her voice. “So, tell your Overlord to get her bloody damn arse in here and get this over with.”

“Well, aren’t you all piss and vinegar?” a woman’s voice rang out around her, followed by laughter. Her voice was an octave above what was required to be aggravating and she spoke in the kind of brainless Texas drawl one could expect from a conservative politician’s trophy wife.

But the woman that materialized in front of Mina did not look stupid or dull. Her blond hair may have been four times the size of her actual head, her make-up may have been a touch too severe, but her eyes were cold and intelligent as she stared down at Mina’s broken body, assessing her prize.

Mina read her for what she was immediately. Arrogant. Overconfident. Narcissistic. God-complex. The kind of pageant queen “pick me girls” of her time. She was smart, but not as smart as she thought she was, and not as powerful, either.

Mina had every intention of getting out of there and knew eventually the arsenal of Overlords and one particular fallen angel that she had at her back would find a way to save her. And when they did, she would tell them whatever she learned here.

And people like Kassandra always had to fill the silence.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” The Overlord smiled, showing off her row of sharp teeth, as if they were any more intimidating than the cannibals Mina regularly dined with.

“You know, you were on to something there,” Kassandra continued, after Mina had failed to respond again. “There was no point in beating you the way we did. Other than for fun. We already had you well and subdued thanks to your faithful little friend at the bookstore.”

So, Theordore really had betrayed her. That stung a little. She wondered what Kassandra had offered him that would make him turn against her.

“Funny how some people are so quick to crumble when threatened with just a little bit of violence around here, considering its Hell. I would have thought his skin was tougher than it was. Too bad . . . for you.”

Poor, stupid Theodore. Alastor would do much worse to him when he found out about what he’d done. If Mina didn’t get to him first.

Kassandra was glaring at her now, clearly getting frustrated with Mina’s stoic demeaner.

“Weren’t you curious as to what power of mine is keeping you from morphing into your stronger form? I mean, it’s one thing to keep you from singing when you’re being repeatedly punched in the face. But to keep you from fighting back? C’mon, darlin’, you can tell me. It’s impressive, isn’t it?”

Mina rolled her eyes.

Kassandra leaned down and backhanded her, her blow landing on the side of her face with the eye that was swollen completely shut.

“Say something!” Kassandra screamed but Mina almost couldn’t process the words, the other woman’s shouting being swallowed up in temporary darkness. Mina was sure her eye socket was shattered and God knew how severe of a concussion she had. She fought with consciousness for a few seconds, willing her mind and body to keep awake.

She was back to being facedown on the floor after the vicious slap. Her ears were ringing and the vision that was left in her one open eye was blurry and spinning. But Kassandra grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and yanked her back up.

Mina couldn’t help the reflexive hiss that came from her or the ways her ears pinned back in fear and submission. But she made her one eye look right into Kassandra’s as she growled in defiance.

“You’re Irish, aren’t you? I heard your accent when you were spouting off your nonsense earlier,” Kassandra said, holding Mina up so that their faces were nearly touching. “I bet you’re fucking Catholic, too. You and that Louisiana mullato trash you’re shacked up with.”

Oh, she was fresh off the boat to Hell if she still gave a damn about that shit. Kassandra wasn’t wrong, her and Alastor had both been baptized as babies but had turned their backs on God long before they sinned enough to warrant their places in Pride Ring. And what did the religion of the living matter when they had all ended up here together anyway?

Mina chuckled. As much as she could before her laughter turned to coughs that made her want to double over in pain if Kassandra didn’t have such a tight hold on her hair.

“What the fuck is so funny?”

“I bet you don’t even see the irony of you ending up in Hell,” Mina said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Cult leaders, murderers, sexual deviants, greedy sweatshop owners, they’re all a dime a dozen here, love. We’re all Sinners, even you, although I know your type. You refuse to see that. But you know one thing I really do love about Hell?” Mina asked, bringing her smiling and bruised face even closer to Kassandra’s. “Racists are treated like the stupid fucks they are.”

Kassandra shoved her away and Mina landed hard on the floor again, her hands doing little to stop her fall.

“Bless you heart, little girl, but you’ve got me all wrong. I’m actually tickled pink to have landed where I did. Less competition,” Kassandra said and held up one arm, rolling her sleeve up to her elbow. “You see, there’s only room for one God in each afterlife, and that’s gonna be me. You wanna know how I got you so passive and behaved enough to take a few beatings without lashing out?”

She held up the index finger of one hand and used the long claw-like fingernail to slice a bloody line across her other wrist.

“My blood. Just a drop, while you were out cold in the back of the bookshop. Imagine what a good, nourishing amount will do to you. If there’s one thing the Catholics instilled in me, it’s the importance of communion with their God. Now, be a good girl, and drink of this, which is shed for you and for many.”

Mina saw where this was going and finally began to feel real fear. She began to struggle to get up again, but it was a futile attempt. She was too weak, too broken.

“Hit her again,” Kassandra said, and her ghouls obliged.

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A car had driven up to the main entrance of Cannibal Town.

It parked, the engine left idling, as two skeletal figures stepped out of the driver and front passenger seats.

One of them opened a back passenger door and dragged out a body, limp and barely dressed, and tossed it to the ground.

“A message for Rosie and The Radio Demon,” one of the figures said to the gathering crowd of cannibals that were quickly growing angry and beginning to drool. The ghoul ignored the looming, threatening mass of hungry cannibals and gestured at the woman who laid unresponsive at his feet. “Eat shit and die.”

They hopped in the car and sped away.

Rosie had come out of her Emporium to see what all the fuss was about and saw one of her people approaching the black-haired woman on the ground.

Though the woman’s face was hidden, Rosie could see the golden-tipped, black-furred ears peaking out from the crown of the woman’s head and the slender tail that lay limp on the ground.

“Mina?” she said, though she was still quite a distance away to be sure.

She hoped it wasn’t. Whoever it was, was left in just her bra and panties, and was visibly beaten. It was impossible to tell leopard pattern spots from bruises and lacerations across the skin of the woman’s back. If that was Mina, there was no telling what Alastor would do to their city to get his revenge.

The woman began to stir. She just barely pushed herself up on her arms and then tried to stand, but one of her legs gave out and she fell back down to all fours. Then she started to crawl.

Rosie had gotten closer, she was practically running now, and the woman looked up and it was definitely Mina but there was no look of recognition on the other woman’s face.

Mina began to morph, and Rosie screamed out the name of the cannibal closest to her dear friend, telling them to run, to get away, but it was too late.

Though the gigantic panther was limping badly, it’s hips swaying with injury and weakness as it tried to balance itself, the mad beast still managed to lash out with its massive jaw and rip out the guts of the closest body.

Normally, Rosie would command her people to fight back, to tear the monster to pieces and have a feast. Anyone that perished in the battle would respawn eventually; it would be worth the temporary loss in numbers. But this was Mina. If she wasn't in a relationship with Alastor, Rosie would have still done what was necessary, even if it meant the loss of a personal friend. But even the leader of Cannibal Town wasn’t willing to cross the Radio Demon.

Thinking quickly, she thought of the arsenal of contraband items she had at her disposal and summoned a pair of angelic chains and shackles. She and Franklin used to have such fun with them but that day, Rosie would use them for a very different purpose.

As Mina’s large, demonic form lunged at its next victim, Rosie threw the chains at her, the shackle closing tightly around the beast’s neck, and it began to scream.

Within seconds, it was reduced back to the form of a mostly human looking woman, but she was far from docile. Mina spit, hissed, and growled at anyone who came near her, though she could do little but a slow, pathetic crawl across the ground.

Rosie took a deep breath and began to drag the poor, beaten, and insane shell of her friend back to her Emporium.

“Call Alastor,” she told her assistant that was holding the door open for her, “and lock the door.”

____

Minutes after the phone call . . .

Alastor appeared within Rosie’s personal office, his shadow casted on the floor beneath him, following him dutifully as he looked around the room. He was sure it was where the call he had received had come from, but the room was now empty.

The door opened and a young-looking cannibal woman, Rosie’s main assistant, stood in the threshold, her hand still on the doorknob.

“Alastor, thank heavens. Come with me. Rosie’s got her in the back room.”

Alastor was uncharacteristically quiet as he followed the woman to the back of the Emporium. It was a dark, windowless room, far less inviting and comfortable than the rest of the building. Rosie often did her most violent, Hellish, and secretive work in that room. Alastor had been in there with her on more than one occasion.

He couldn’t fathom a reason as to why Rosie had taken Mina there.

And then the assistant opened the door for him, and he stepped through threshold and saw her.

Mina was chained to the back wall, the links pulled short and tight so that she could only move a foot or so in any direction. She was curled into a fetal position on the floor, shaking and shivering violently. Rosie had put a blanket over her, trying to give Mina a bit more modesty, but one shoulder had slipped out and Alastor could see the pale and spotted skin of her bare shoulder and the thin black strap of her bra.

Her hands were at the side of her head, where a set of human ears would normally be, and she was sobbing. Hysterical, guttural noises were coming from his love, the kind ones could hear in the distance whenever they visited The Pit. She screamed, and cried, and whimpered, all while laying there, holding her head as if she was trying to block something out.

It was clear to Alastor immediately that some invisible force was torturing her. Something inside of her was hurting her and turning her to madness.

He began to walk towards her and Rosie blocked his way.

“I’m sorry Al’, but I really wouldn’t do that. This is the calmest I’ve been able to get her but if anyone gets close, she lashes out.”

“She won’t hurt me,” he insisted, his smiling face making him look far calmer about the situation than he was. His permanent mask was something he usually relied heavily on to not show his true feelings but in this moment, if he could have chosen to look dangerously angry with anything more than his eyes, he would have.

“She will,” Rosie said with certainty. “Or she’ll try to, and it’ll only work her up more. She’s not herself right now.”

“I can see that,” he snapped, and Rosie put a reassuring hand on his arm. “What happened?” he asked.

“I don’t know for sure yet, but my people told me a car pulled up and dumped her at the gates. A car driven by Kassandra’s followers. This,” she said, gesturing at the woman beneath the blanket, “was supposed to be a message for us. Mina went wild and she killed a few of my people. But I don’t know what they did to make her like this.”

Alastor had heard enough.

His shadow detached itself from him and slid across the floor to Mina, slipping beneath her body and coming up from behind her. Alastor watched as a dark, translucent hand and face came up behind her back and wrapped itself around her. It wasn’t often that his shadow put forth the effort to be so solid, to be more than just an essence cast upon a floor or wall. But as it held Mina, her shaking subsided just a little and she quieted a bit, though she didn’t stop crying or open her eyes. Some part of her must still be in there and recognized his essence.

“I’m taking her home,” he said, decidedly.

“You need to call Abaddon,” Rosie argued. “They might be able to help-“

“No.”

“Alastor, be reasonable,” she pleaded. “Mina needs healing. You and I alone aren’t capable of doing that for her.”

“I can figure this out on my own. Thank you, Rosie, for all that you’ve done here today.”

He brushed past her and went to Mina, setting his cane down on the floor and brushed her hair away from her face.

She was so badly beaten, her beautiful face a mess of bruises, blood, and swelling. But she didn’t lash out at him like Rosie said she would.

“Al’?” Mina asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She opened one eye and began shivering harder. Her face scrunched up in concentration, fighting some inner battle for control over her body. Alastor’s shadow made a low whining noise and pressed itself tighter against her back. “H-help . . . me,” she begged and then began growling, having used up her willpower to spit out those two words.

Alastor stood up, cane in hand, and stepped back in time for Mina to lunge at him, the chains pulled tight around her neck and wrists, as she snarled and snapped at him.

He was not a jealous man, not usually. Mina was free to live her own life and associate with whoever she wanted. Alastor may be an overly arrogant person at times, but that trait gave him the self-assurance to trust Mina completely. And he abhorred the kind of men who felt they had the right to control the romantic partners in their lives.

But he fucking hated Abaddon.

Alastor respected and was even grateful for the protection the angel’s power and position had given Mina, and he admired and adored the wicked side of her that made her good at her job as a torturer. But Abaddon could be such a shit.

However, Rosie was right. The angel was the only chance Mina had at healing whatever this infection was. If he hadn’t been in his rut and feeling extra territorial and possessive, he would have admitted it right away. Maybe.

Rosie, who was his best friend for a reason, could sense the change in him and headed for the door.

“Stay with her. I’ll go and call Abaddon.”

Alastor nodded, keeping his eyes on Mina as she collapsed again, his shadow reaching up to cushion her fall to the ground and holding her tight, fixed the blankets back around her as she succumbed to her exhaustion once more.

____

Abaddon appeared in the room before Rosie had even made the trip back from one end of her Emporium to the other. Alastor could travel fast via his shadow form but even he couldn’t compete with the speed of portals.

Angel and demon locked eyes, neither bothering to pretend to be pleasant like they usually did when Mina was around.

Alastor assumed correctly that Rosie had filled them in on everything they needed to know about Mina’s state, so he didn’t waste his breath trying to explain anything.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he said impatiently. “Do whatever it is you have to do so I can take her home.”

“So you can hurry along and make a scene of putting Kassandra in her place?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Alastor said, and then turned and looked down at Mina. “I intend to keep her safe until she’s fully over whatever this is. And then her and I will deal with Kassandra.”

“Her and I?” Abaddon said, making a face as if the words were distasteful in their mouth. “You’re going to get her more involved in this than she already is?”

“I didn’t get her involved in this, but now that she is, she will want her revenge.” Alastor looked longingly at Mina for a heartbeat more then turned and faced the angel again. “You know her. If you or I take that from her, after this was done to her, she’ll never forgive either of us. So you’ll heal her and then you’ll stay out of our way.”

“Damn, Mina was right. You are cute when you try and take charge. Such a man.”

“And she’s dead wrong about you,” Alastor retorted, ignoring the insulting and sarcastic flirtation. “She really believes you actually give a damn about anyone other than yourself.”

Abaddon strode past Alastor and stood close enough to Mina that their shoes nearly touched the bare arm that was clutching at her blankets.

“Mina sees what I allow her to see but that doesn’t make it a lie,” they said and knelt on their knees beside her. “The same is true for you. I allow you to see a different side of me, but only because I want you Overlords to see how little I think of you.” They looked up at Alastor with a grin. “I could make you like me if I wanted you to.”

“Doubtful,” Alastor said, ready to start in with another retort but Rosie entered the room then and Abaddon turned their back on him to focus solely on Mina.

“Shoo,” the angel said, waving a hand at the shadow still clinging to her back and with a hiss, the shadow retreated to its owner.

Abaddon took the blanket and pulled it higher up onto Mina’s shoulder, covering up the exposed skin there. It was a gentle and respectful move on their part, and it bothered Alastor how genuine the small act seemed to be.

Then the angel placed a tender hand to her head, their palm covering her forehead and fingers spreading out over her hair, as golden light emanated from their body.

Mina struggled a bit at first, waking and trying to pull away but the light quickly engulfed her and seemed to force her to be still.

Only a few seconds went by, and her face was back to its natural state. The swelling and other visible damage was gone and she settled once more, now appearing to sleep soundly on the floor.

It seemed to have taken so little effort from Abaddon to heal her entire broken and mangled body and they stood, turning to face Alastor who was refusing to be impressed. Abaddon was one of the few beings in Hell that could wipe the floor with Alastor if they chose to. The logical side of his brain was screaming at him to remember that. But the part of him that was affected by his rut (that was now dangerously close to being in full swing) was telling him to reach out with a tentacle and rip off the hand that had just been touching his lover.

Despite the fact that it had been used to heal her.

Despite the fact that Abaddon clearly had a parental relationship with Mina rather than a sensual one.

Despite the fact that as much as Alastor despised everything about the fallen angel, he couldn’t unsee the care and worry in their face when they looked at Mina.

His rut induced hormones pulled and pushed against his sanity, telling him that Mina was his and this person was a threat to his territory. Alastor was sure his eyes had gone black, and it was taking every ounce of his frayed willpower to keep his breathing in check and his antlers at their rightful height.

“Why is she still sleeping?” Rosie asked, pulling Alastor from his thoughts.

“Healing physical wounds is nothing,” Abaddon replied, “but I must admit, Kassandra is powerful and possession is tricky. What she managed to do to Mina’s mind will take a while to heal. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for Mina to get her revenge,” they said pointedly at Alastor. “The affects won’t be lasting and she’ll likely have moments of clarity but these next couple of days will be difficult.”

Abaddon bent over and picked up the loose end of the angelic steel chain that was hanging from the wall that Mina was shackled to.

“You know these are illegal, right?” they asked, looking at Rosie, who just smiled.

“They came in quite handy today, though, didn’t they? Are you going to arrest me now?” she asked.

Abaddon let the chain drop.

“Just don’t let me find out where you got them from and don’t let me see them again. You’re going to need to keep these on her until she’s 100%.”

“I’m not keeping her in chains for days,” Alastor said, feeling his smile straining at the disturbing thought.

“You will, unless you want her tearing apart that tower of yours like she did those cannibals this morning,” Abaddon argued. “I don’t like the idea any more than you but when Mina comes to, she’ll be grateful you kept her from doing anymore damage.”

This could not be happening.

She and Alastor were supposed to be having their own private getaway right now, lost in the heat of their lust and love for each other and letting his rut take over. How was he supposed to manage being alone with her, her mental faculties compromised, her body chained up, and care for her in the way she would need him to . . . all while his body was screaming at him to breed her.

He had to. He didn’t have a choice.

Abaddon opened a portal and looking inside it, Alastor could see it led to the main room of his tower.

He gritted his sharp teeth through his grin, not giving Abaddon the satisfaction of asking how they had managed to get through his wards, as Rosie began unhooking the chains from the wall.

“I’ll figure out how this happened, Alastor, I promise,” Rosie said, handing him the ends of the chains once they were undone. “In the meantime, get her home safe and sound.”

He nodded at her, and she pulled him in for a hard hug, which he returned one handed, his cane and chains occupying his other arm.

His shadow once again reached out for Mina’s limp body and as its hands wrapped around her slender shoulders, they melted together, and the rest of them watched as a trail of darkness slithered through the portal.

Alastor went to follow them, but Abaddon’s voice stopped him.

“I know you love her,” they said, and Alastor recognized a malicious smile when he saw one. “I guess we’re all about to find out if that actually means anything, coming from someone like you.”

“Yes, well,” Alastor replied, bowing theatrically as he entered the portal backwards, keeping his eyes on the angel. “I do enjoy every opportunity I get to piss you off.”

The portal snapped shut, leaving Rosie and Abaddon alone in the room.

She sighed.

“You just had to say something, didn’t you,” she frowned, a hand on her hip.

They shrugged, “What can I say? I just hate the little prick.”

Next Chapter ->

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Author's Note: The Prophetess and her ghouls were inspired by a real life American cult named The Remnant Fellowship. Gwen Shamblin was a horrific woman who brainwashed her followers into starvation and encouraged child abuse. She didn't lead a mass suicide but if there is a Hell, there's no doubt that's where she went.

[dollywheeler]

October 4th, 1996

Dear diary,

We survived the night!

At first, when Mike opened the door for us, it was as awkward and uncomfortable as I’d feared. Mike was clearly nervous, which I found stranger than mom responding in kind, seemingly clutching to basic courtesy and manners as they landed on polite chatter about the weather. As if it’s ever anything other than dreadful in the beginning of fall.

I understand why mom was nervous, knew she wanted tonight to go well, but Mike was the one in control - he shouldn’t have been just as anxious, worrying about mom’s opinion. He’d already proven that he is capable of burning every bridge if he has to.

I stayed quiet as we crossed the threshold; I didn’t want to fall into the same pretense of everything being normal, and wouldn't have known what to say even if I did. Instead, I distracted myself by looking at the decor as Mike lead us further into the house. I’d never known there to be any developments in the neighborhood, but the house had clearly been a newer built than I’d expected. If I’d have to guess, I’d say late seventies, judging by the wide spaces and high ceilings. There was no divide between the entrance hall and the living room to the left, a set of stairs against the right wall climbing up to a second floor landing that overlooked the space beneath. The ceiling above the entrance and living room was made up of glass, as was visible from the street, the skylight tilting up until it meets the roof above the second floor. I had to admit it must look lovely during the day - or with the lights out at night - though I wouldn't want to be the one cleaning them.

The floor-to-ceiling windows facing the streets were partially covered by shrubbery and had tasteful white curtains that were left open for now, the glass reflecting the scene back to them and somehow making the lighting appear more cosy.

The furniture was minimalistic - clean wooden lines and modern sofas fitting the style of the house itself - and though the space was clean now, I could tell it's usually covered in clutter. The strip of wall that somewhat separated the hallway from the lounge was covered in picture frames, some holding snapshots of Mike’s time in Chicago, others showcasing Will’s artwork. I even spotted some old drawings above the fireplace that surely had to be from when they were kids. The outside wall was taken up by massive wooden shelves, covered in books and knick-knacks. It seemed empty now, but I’m pretty sure that’s due to the recent move, free surfaces they intended to fill up over the years to come.

The lounge, where Will met us with drinks and told us to sit down, was in the same room as the dining table, and in the back I could see a corner that led to the kitchen. though the kitchen itself was out of sight, I could see a small breakfast nook in the corner. Just like everything else, it was surprisingly cosy and intimate.

It seriously makes me wonder how long they intend to live there. It seemed surprisingly put together for a bachelor pad. Then again, not everything is like the movies, so I might just have to readjust my assumptions.

I didn't really tune in for most of the conversation, which was as awkward and stilted as I'd expected. Mom kept asking questions, and Mike kept answering almost reluctantly, as if he was seriously struggling to respond to to the most basic of inquiries about he and Will had been up to in Chicago. Honestly, one should rethink ever giving him an English diploma if he has this much trouble stringing a sentence together.

Will cut in a few times with updates on his family, which was a lot less awkward because mom had been keeping up with Mrs. Byers and thus could more easily contribute to the conversation. It was quite strange, even as we actually sat down at the table and they started directing more questions at me.

Surprisingly, Mike had actually cooked himself. Mom was quick to reassure him the food was good and the house was nice and all of that but it felt... weird, somehow. I didn't feel natural, even though she definitely wasn't lying, like she was afraid to say anything less. Meanwhile, Mike just looked more tense with every comment, as if he could sense it too. Will seemed to be the only one even the slightest bit relaxed, being quick to pick up conversation when either Mike or mom got stuck, trying to smoothe over the awkwardness to the best of his abilities. They kept bringing the conversation back to me, asking about school and friends and hobbies, but whenever mom and I tried to ask about them, it got weird again, dodging questions and dancing around the subject.

By the time we finished the main course I needed a break - couldn't stomach the weird energy anymore. So when Will and Mike started clearing the table, I got up and started wandering around. There were French doors made of dark wood near the kitchen that lead into a sun room, clearly used as a more informal living room. there were couches set up in the corner facing the giant floor-to-ceiling windows, tilted skylights similar to the ones at the front of the house allowing natural light to fill the space.

I would have bought the house just for this room alone - Will had set up an easel in the corner where two glass-lined walls met. In the corner away from the windows, a desk was set up cluttered with papers, and folders with white corners haphazardly sticking out, a typewriter stored on the floor next to it.

More so than the rest of the house, I could imagine them living here, sharing the space on lazy Saturdays or late Sunday mornings. Hell, I could take the images from when I was five, of Mike and his party set out around the coffee table in the basement, and implant them into this room, loud and boisterous and warm.

At least in this room the smell of teen-boy could be more easily aired out.

The one thing out of a place, which both surprised and excited me to see, was a shiny acoustic guitar standing next to the couch. It was new, clearly no more than a year or two old. I picked it up and it definitely felt smoother and more expensive than the one the Stevenson's had, and more importantly, it was actually tuned correctly.

"Do you play?" Mike asked, stepping into the room right as I had tried the first few chords, making me jump. He looked amused, though there was an edge of surprise or confusion on his face.

"Do you?" I fired back, because honestly I wouldn't have thought in a million years that Mike could play as much as the triangle, if anything. I wouldn't even have thought him capable of fine motor functions in general.

"Yeah, sort of," Mike shrugged, stepping further into the room and sinking down on the sofa. He held out his hand and I reluctantly handed the guitar to him.

He started playing, and it took me a moment to recognise it as Hey Jude from The Beatles. I raised my eyebrow at him, because as much as the song was a bit of a cliché choice, he was good. He stopped after the first chorus, and held the guitar out for me. I would have thought it a challenge, but instead he just looked genuinely curious to see me try.

I caved and sat down next to him, trying not to be nervous because last time I'd only managed to get to the first verse without making any mistakes. I was quite pleased with myself once I was done, and Mike's look was thoughtful even as he was smiling.

"I know that song, but-"

"Pixies," Will said from the doorway, and we both turned to look at him in surprise. "See, Mike, why am I not surprised your little sister has better taste in music than you?"

I couldn’t help but preen at the praise - I know it doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t. Music is an opinion, and Will’s shouldn’t matter to me at all, and yet it felt nice to be complimented on it, as if I’d passed some kind of test. Interestingly, Mike didn't argue, just squinting his eyes at Will and sticking his tongue out like a child.

"To be fair, I've also been influenced by Jonathan," I reasoned, and told them about how Jonathan always makes me a Mixtape when Nancy and him visit. Where is my mind? was on the last one he brought when they visited in June, and just yesterday mom had picked up the new Oasis tape that Jonathan had pre-ordered for me as a late birthday present.

Will was immediately interested, coming over to sit next to Mike as he asked about my favorite song, so I let myself gush about how much I love Champagne Supernova - seriously, it's ridiculous. I've been listening to it on repeat ever since I got my hands on it.

I told Will I'd make a copy for him if he wanted, which he eagerly agreed to, but the conversation was interrupted as something moved in my peripheral vision, making me jump. It was just a cat, however, jumping onto the coffee table next to me. Startled, I ran a hand over her soft coat in awe, her big blue eyes uninterested even as she pushed into my touch.

Will, to my surprise, rolled his eyes when I asked for her name, but there was a smile on his face as he glanced towards Mike. “Her name is Cat.”

“You named your cat, “Cat”?” I asked, incredulous - because, seriously? - and Will shrugged and told me to blame Mike, who immediately gawked in affront.

“It’s short for ‘Catherine’!” Mike insisted as if that was a vital piece of information that somehow made it better.

“Mike sucks at naming things,” Will sighed as he reached out a hand to run over Cat's - Catherine's, because Cat is just too stupid - back, eyes cutting to Mike as if there was an older joke there, and to my surprise mom laughed. I hadn't noticed her come in, but she was sitting on the edge of the couch right next to the door, leaning back against the wall as she watched us with an adoring tilt of her head.

“He does,” mom agreed, fond smile curling at her lips, “what did you name Nancy’s stuffed horse again?”

Mike shrunk into himself, clearly embarrassed. “Neigh-nay is a perfectly acceptable name. As is Catherine!”

As if agreeing with him, Catherine jumped away from my petting and crossed the space into Mike's lap as he started scratching behind her ears. Mom laughed again, loud and deep and happy, and the sight made me smile as well.

“Honey, for someone that like those fantasy games so much you sure lacked creativity at times.”

That made Will snort, eyes filled with glee as he nudged Mike's shoulder, getting Mike to relax into a smile as well. “He was really good at coming up with the stories, though.”

Mom then went on to ramble in agreement, telling story after story about Mike’s imagination running wild from an early age. I was content to sit and listen and try not to die of boredom as we migrated back to the table for dessert. It was mostly things I already knew, Mom’s regurgitations of her favourite memories of Mike nothing new to me, but Will seemed to enjoy himself, and Mike was flustered but didn’t seem to mind either, chiming in to offer more context or correcting her at times when he remembered things differently.

The night was surprisingly pleasant after that, the initial frost finally broken as everyone got to enjoy themselves. They even relaxed enough to finish their glasses of wine and refill them, stories coming more easily after that. Mike and Will more freely talked about the classes they'd taken at UC and Northwestern respectively, and the apartment they'd shared after spending their first two years in the dorm.

There was still always that air of trepidation, of care hidden beneath each word, but it was easier to not fixate on it as we were all busy laughing at their crazy roommates and high-strung RAs. And by the end of the night I almost regretted having to go.

It was nice to have dinner like this - a proper dinner. Where the edges of the room fade away the further you're carried into the night, the deeper you sink into the conversation, when all focus shifts to the table at it's center and the people surrounding it, candlelight illuminating the sparks of joy in everyone's eyes. Everything suddenly seemed easier, the future shinier and more perfect, as if everything outside of the glow of the overhead lighting had ceased to exist.

And then we came home to a dark house, to dad asleep in his chair, and I realized none of my questions were answered.

Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe it's only the first step. I have to admit I don't want to go back, don't want to give this up. Even if it makes me feel guilty, even if I feel bad for leaving dad on his own.

Maybe I can take it one step at a time.

I'll think about it out tomorrow.

Love, Holly

[cayemm]

I agree with falmerbrook too <33

Honestly. Im that type of person who mostly love some arts from artist and never an whole artist, but you an exception.

You definitely an embodiment of talented person, because i cannot describe how good you render look and how perfect it fits in every pieces of art. You know what you're doing and how it should be, and that fascinated me so much. All parts, folds, details, expression, dynamic in poses are j u i c y, and, honestly, I'm still analysing my personal style, and your artworks influenced my searchings the most 👉🏼👈🏼 your works literally like anatomical books that i would like to admire and also study from scratch

I hope you'll keep making it as perfect as you doing now, and never stop drawing stuff you like, because there are people who likes your work so much ❤️❤️❤️

HI ;-; 💖💖 that's such an elaborate and kind message and i wish i was more articulate so i could thank you properly!! seriously, i had to re-read your ask because my heart went ajkhldajJKLH thank you so so much!! your message made me incredibly happy and giddy and overall just AAGHHHHH ;; thank you so much once again friend !!! much much love to you...

please accept this gold kanet of gratitude...

[saritagiovanna]

It's OK to look at a piece of art, media, a book, and anything in between and constantly change your mind about your initial reading or take. You find new ways of interpretation, you find hidden meanings that you didn't see before. It's also OK to have different theories in your head about something and be excited for each of those theories!

I've watched Good Omens 2 four times now, and the Final 15 minutes countless times. I've read several discussions on the topic, I've read some fan fics, and I've lovingly adored all the beautiful artwork (seriously, I'm not a visual artist...stick figures are the best I can do....I'm a musician at heart...and what people have put out there is BREATHTAKING!!).

What's my point? The point is...point is...minds change, and will change again. And we have years before Season 3 comes out (hopefully in the medium we are accustomed via the show) before we can see if our theories come to pass, or something even more incredible is delivered to us (In Gaiman We Trust!!).

Now, apologies for what I'm about to show...I took a pic on my phone pointing at a screen and I still haven't figured out how to make screen grabs because of Amazon's blocking of them. In my earlier watching of the series and in my grief, I was on board with the Coffee Theory. I'm not as convinced of it anymore, other than the Coffee is a Metaphor for a threat from the Metatron (veiled as we see, or directly during discussions we don't). We KNOW Aziraphale doesn't want to go back to Heaven, he says so several times ("I've made my position quite clear." "I don't want to go back to Heaven, where would I get my coffee?"). He gets NERVOUS AF once Crowley's name is dropped by the Metatron. He has had MILENNIA to be worried about Heaven and Hell finding out about their Arrangement. The offer is made, but he knows that it's not an offer he can really say no to...he is talking to the freaking Metatron...THE VOICE OF GOD. He also KNOWS that Crowley won't want to go back to Heaven. And we know the internal struggle and problem that Aziraphale is dealing with in this look here.

He is NOT about to tell Crowley Good News as the Metatron said. The Metatron also KNOWS this. What a fucking CHESS MATCH this is! This is basically the equivalent of when Crowley says in Season 1 "We Are FUCKED!!"

So what does Aziraphale have to do? KNOWING that the Metatron is across the street looking in the window? He has to resort to the coded language he and Crowley have developed and HOPE TO GOD Crowley picks up on. I don't think Crowley did, but all the Clues are there in how nervous Aziraphale appears when he interrupts Crowley's confession. I'll try to flesh out my thoughts a bit more in another post since I want to show some more visual cues.

My other point? My thoughts can change, and have changed a bit since my heart was broken I saw the ending for the first time. I have no idea when I'm getting out of this deep well, but I don't think I want to leave!

[loverofmarsss]

people that y'all NEED to follow rn (real)

@voidcameron — OMFG, THIS BITCH WRITES THE MOST PUSSY CLENCHING, JAW DROPPING JJ MAYBANK SMUT I'VE EVER SEEN. like omg girlie, write your own damn ROMANCE book. I'd eat that shit up like BREAKFAST. literally simping for her jj maybank. her rafe imagines are pretty damn good too.. and I don't even like Rafe. So you gotta know it's good.

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i cannot count the amount of times I've fangirled over their beautiful artwork. they are literally amazing, y'all.

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all — fr, these people are the nicest humans I've met on here. There's SO MANY others I want to mention, but unfortunately, I don't know them well enough to give a strong opinion on them. But seriously, I recommend you guys follow these amazing souls!

love, marlee <333

[starrclown]

The thing about Hazbin that annoys me the most

I was having a conversation with my best friend yesterday and I think I pin pointed what annoys me about Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, but mostly Hazbin. This was the jist of our conversation:

(We were talking about the book 'Things We Never Got Over')

Me: "Dude this is not a romance book. They are not in love. It's even worse cause there is no vibes either. Like it's not even fun. There's ideas I guess but like they never act on them."

Bestie: "At least it has good ideas, yes it doesn't stuck the landing but at least it was there."

Me: "Yeah but good ideas don't work if they don't land it. It annoys me. Go big or go home."

Bestie: "Yeah that's fair, but their was a attempt."

Me: "I know, but still. Fun ideas aren't fun anymore if you aren't gonna do it well."

This wasn't our exact conversation but it was a summery. This is what annoys me about Hazbin Hotel. I've been critical about both Hazbin and Vivziepop on here but those are nitpicks. This annoys me.

Hazbin Hotel has a fun concept and fun character concepts but they fumble them.

Okay so the show isn't out, I also haven't seen the premiere or the leaked episodes. As I'm writing (it's the 11th) the show comes out in 8 days. But from the designs, to the trailer, to the screenshots we've received, Hazbin is confused on what it wants to be. It wants to be a show about The Princess of Hell redeeming sinners but it also wants to be about taking down Heaven. It's endlessly confused.

In all honesty, the main cast is fun! (Their ideas, not as they are now.) The Princess of Hell opening a hotel with shenanigans? That's fun! Moth lesbian? Love it! Gangster spider, a serial killer being a deer a animal of innocence, a drunk bar cat, a sparatic bug alien thing. Their all fun ideas! What annoys me to no ends is that Hazbin has these fun characters and a fun ideas but they don't act on them.

People don't understand why others criticize the show or make their own version of the show. Hell, I am actively re-writing the show. I have been very public about it.

(Also, if you do do that, it's fine. People forget that. Litteraly anything I change in my Au is not going to change the actual show. Also I know this sound childish, but if you don't like my rewrite then you don't have to interact. I know everyone says that but seriously. You don't have to like any of my redesigns or rewrites. I swear I'll be okay. If you enjoy Hazbin Hotel as it is good for you. I am a fan of Hazbin but I KNOW that it can be better.)

Hazbin can be so fun when it wants to be. They can have fun characters when they want to. They have a fun premise currently. They have amazing artwork when they want to.

Hazbin Hotel is a fun concept with fun ideas but they don't do anything. That annoys me.

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[pallastrology]

lovely little things for your sign

artwork by theodor petter

valentine's day is coming up, so here are some nice little things we can do to pamper and show some appreciation for ourselves. i tried to think of free activities, because times are tough for us all right now. use whichever placements resonate for you, this is just for fun so don't treat it too seriously <3

aries: dance party! maybe it sounds silly, but moving your body (in whatever way feels best for you) can be really helpful. it wakes you up, helps regulate your nervous system, gets the blood pumping a bit and can be mentally uplifting. never mind how good it feels to blast some music and just let go of fear and inhibition for a minute...

taurus: spa session. this doesn't need to be a big fancy thing, but it's always nice to spend a bit of time pampering yourself. take a bath or shower, cut up some fruit, make a herbal tea or get a sparkling water, and then whip out some moisturiser or a deep conditioner. you could even make yourself a DIY face mask if you're feeling creative. paint your nails, listen to calming music, and just spend some time showing your body a bit of love...

gemini: start a diary. whether you get out that notebook you've been saving for three years (we all have one, there's no shame here) or just use your phone's notepad app, set aside a little bit of time to do some journaling. it's a really useful habit for a multitude of reasons, and you might find you feel lighter after you've put your thoughts to the page. going back through old journals can be affirming, emotional and even inspiring, so make sure to keep your writings safe...

cancer: get cosy! it's easy to get overwhelmed with life, especially when you can't get any time to yourself. so if you can, set aside a bit of time that suits you and just get comfortable. whether that's something like watching your cat play while you nurse a cup of tea, watching a comfort show with snacks and pjs, sinking into a book, whatever. do something that's just for you, and let yourself indulge a little bit...

leo: be nice to yourself. it's often easier to bully yourself than it is to be kind to yourself, but there's nothing conceited or big-headed about being proud of yourself and your accomplishments, acknowledging both your faults and your strengths, and treating yourself with the same kindness and respect you treat your loved ones with. in fact, it will help you to feel, think and do better, if you treat yourself better. so be your own biggest cheerleader, and take stock of the good in your life...

virgo: take a moment to recentre. when times get tough, it's easy to neglect your wellbeing. so now, take some time out of your day to work on a healthy routine; not one of the 'influencer' routines you see on social media, but a simple and sustainable routine that helps you feel a little bit better. even if means something 'little' like going through a checklist when you feel you're about to explode, feeling just 10% better can make your life run a lot smoother, and leave you feeling more grounded and able to enjoy your days...

libra: connect with someone. life can be very isolating, and it's easy to miss out on connection with people when most of our interactions are shunted through social media. try reaching out to a loved one and having a conversation; it doesn't have to be in person if you can't do that right now, but rather than just sending a meme or liking a post, have a real talk with someone you care about. a good chat with a friend won't cure all your problems, but it can lead to inspiration, connection and feeling that life is actually okay...

scorpio: dive into something. let your natural curiosity out to explore. it's always good to exercise your brain, but researching a new topic and studying it in depth will help develop your imaginative and creative side, as well as your intellectual one. you might gain a new skill or interest, you might not; but the day will pass anyway, might as well pass it learning something new. the more out-there the better, try a wikipedia rabbit hole or a video essay that changes you...

sagittarius: share your thoughts. not necessarily with another person, or on a blog, or your instagram stories... but write yourself a letter, do some journaling, talk to a friend. if you like posting on socials, by all means do that! there's no wrong way to document and share your thoughts, so get them out there. it's good to let go of what's in our heads, especially when life is getting overwhelming and you're feeling stuck or bogged down. it can be therapeutic and enlightening to translate your thoughts into words and release them into the world...

capricorn: let yourself relax. life is tough, and so are you, but you don't need to be strong all the time. it's okay to soften up and just be, without productivity, without stoicism, without being cool and collected. being human means experiencing the full range of emotions, good and bad, and it means energy ebbing and flowing over time. take a break, find a balance, and let yourself be vulnerable and soft, just for a change...

aquarius: reach out. whether that's checking in with a loved one, volunteering, caring for an animal, donating or promoting a good cause... it feels good to do good, and brings us more in line with ourselves to help others in some way. so do some googling, find a good cause that's practical for you to join up with, and take a step towards altruism. there are so many benefits to helping your community, both for yourself and for your world...

pisces: get some quality rest. easier said than done, right? but rest is one of the most important things we can do for ourselves. even if you struggle to get decent sleep for whatever reason, there are little things you can do to feel more rested. make your room a bit cooler and darker, focus on relaxing (whatever that looks like for you) before bed, take a nap if you need one, stretch out the tension in your body, or just take a break from your day to consciously relax and breathe, without expectation...

[sinnershavesoulstoo]

I'm looking for fairly priced commissioned illustrators

I know I'm not super active on here much anymore, but I'm a busy little woman. (AKA a massive ADHD headcase who has 40 different projects going on that take up most of my time now)

Last year I wrote a children's book. I was going to publish it and it was 4 pages too short. Which is probably good for me, because it was a spur of the moment thing that I did in 2 months. I have the ideas for the 4 pages on sticky notes and I just have to finish up the wording.

I thought I was going to be great at doing illustrations on my laptop because it was touch screen and I'm fine at other art mediums. Turns out I'm only good at pen and paper drawings. Like - seriously - huge props to everyone that does digital art.

But I'm looking for someone to illustrate this 32 page children's book for me and let me buy the rights to your artwork. I don't expect this book to be a best seller, I don't expect this book to cost much once it's in print. Truth be told - I wrote this book for a friend as a halfway joke/to be encouraging for them, but I think it's actually good enough to be published. It would give me something to add to my small list of big accomplishments and I'd love to have an actual published book because it's been on my bucket list since 2016.

I'm going to be extremely transparent here. I'm new to all of this. I am not necessarily mad at my art work seeing as it was the first time I've tried digital art, but it could be better. I love the cover, the inside cover pages (they're the same drawing), and the dedication page. If I could find someone who could just take my artwork and redefine it, that would be ideal. I assume fine tuning someone's pre-existing work would be cheaper. This book means a lot to me, but I don't even make a living wage. I can pay someone between $200 and $250 to help me make this dream a reality. I know it's not really a lot of money for something this big, and it's likely a pipe dream - but I have to at least try to find someone who might want to help me out.

I would absolutely and very obviously add your name to the book as the illustrator. Again, since I'm not expecting this to be huge, I don't expect to have any/much profit from it - which is why I'm hoping to buy the rights to your artwork.

If anyone would be willing and is serious about this:

I will send you the book in it's current form and the extra pages I'm looking to add.

I'd love to look at your 'portfolio' to see if your art work is what I have in mind. If you decide going the route of changing my artwork a little is better, I'd love to see a sample of how you would change it.

I'll send you some form of communication other than Tumblr once we establish it's a good fit, because I don't get on here a ton! Likely an email address or my google information so we can share stuff more easily.

If you're into it and my monetary budget isn't enough - I can cross stitch, I have a few Squishmallows, I have a lot of mini brands, and I have a lot of starter Pokémon cards that I'd absolutely be willing to send to you as well.

TLDR: I'm looking for someone to illustrate/help illustrate a 32 page children's book that is a passion project of mine. I can offer between $200 and $250, plus some other collectable items I have at my house or a handmade cross stitch project (or all of the above). I'd love to buy the rights to your artwork and I'm happy to send what I have for the book so far if you're truly interested in helping me with this. I'd love to have reference art from you to make sure it's what I'm looking for!