#so i finished reading this today and it changed me

[pineconepie]

CHARACTERS: Seradiel, Kezareth, Reader/You

WARNINGS/TAGS: Parental yandere(s), religious themes and references, conflict, angels and demons, emotional reader, forced infantilization, cuddling, annoyed reader, manipulation, mentioned possession, Sera and Kez giving divorced parent energy 💔

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have finally wrote demon yandad! I didn't know whether or not to just make him his own character, but decided for now since I'll only be writing him with Seradiel, to not give him his own spot on series 3 (yet?)

It's dusk when it happens.

You'd already had a long day, made longer by Seradiel trailing behind you like your shadow, fawning over your safety like always. After a night out on the town with friends, you were exhausted. All you wanted to do now was rest in the comfort of your bed and maybe catch something on TV, before calling it a night and letting sleep lull you.

"I told you not to go out today," Seradiel murmurs for the seventh time, his voice gentle but cloying. His hands are folded neatly in front of him as he walks behind you.

"And I told you, I'm not going to change my plans because you 'had a feeling' it wouldn't turn out well," you retort. "Every single time you say that."

"And I am right every single time," Seradiel counters.

You don't respond. You don't even look at him. His constant hovering is wearing you down, and you have a feeling he's well aware of that.

The worst part is, you can't run from him, can't call anyone to get him away from you— because he's a celestial being. There's no escaping someone who doesn't live by human laws.

Suddenly the street darkens. The temperature dips. You look to the sky for some kind of explanation for the strange shift in scenery, but all you see are the same clouds you saw ten minutes ago. You look at Seradiel for an explanation.

His expression has shifted from irritation to wariness. He takes a protective stance in front of you. "Don't move." He's staring ahead, and you follow his gaze.

Standing there is a man who's slightly shorter than Seradiel, but with black wings, horns, and a thin black tail.

His hair is short and dark brown, and beneath his glasses are piercing green eyes, almost glowing. He wears a suit that makes him look like he came from a business meeting.

"Well, well, well," the man— probably a demon, drawls. "Long time no see, Sera."

Seradiel blocks you from the demon's vision with one of his wings. "Kezareth." Your guardian angel sounds downright hateful when saying his name. You never heard such poison dripping from his tone. "Why are you here?"

"New rules." Kezareth grabs a scroll from his pocket and unfolds it, clearing his throat. "Heaven and Hell's High Councils have come to a compromise; for every mortal human that has a guardian angel reveal themselves to them, a demon must also assign itself to said human, to balance out each side's influence." When he finishes reading, he puts the paper back into his pocket. "Since you angel's care about balance so much, this should be happy news for you."

"Oh, please," Seradiel scoffs. "There is no way anyone in heaven with a right mind agreed to this."

Kezareth shrugs. "Believe me, believe the document, or go ask God himself if you'd like. Now, let me meet my new kiddo..." He kneels down as if you're shorter than you are, waving hello. "Oh, aren't you just adorable!"

He reaches a gloved hand out to ruffle your hair, but Seradiel slaps it away. "Touch them and I will tear out your eyes."

"Wow, what a good influence," Kezareth snorts. He rises to his feet, dusting off his suit. "No need to be a drama queen about it, I'm not allowed to do anything harmful to our baby anyway. I'm just supposed to watch them like you do."

"Not 'our' baby," Seradiel growls. "And why on earth would you want to protect them? What even is your job description, if you aren't lying, that is?"

"We need more people in Hell," he shrugs. "While you're trying to get them into Heaven by encouraging them to do good things, I'm doing the opposite. Nothing crazy, of course. Just imagine me as the little demon on their shoulder."

"If you cared about them, why would you want them in Hell?" Seradiel narrows his eyes.

"So they can be with their superior dad? Catch up." Kezareth turns his attention to you again. "Sorry about all the boring bureaucracy. The main thing to know is I am taking good care of you now."

"And I thought having one overprotective asshole was bad enough," you mumble under your breath. Of course, both supernatural beings hear you.

"Language," Seradiel scolds. He hoists you up, giving you a chance to remember his inhuman strength. "And you, you stay away from them." He jabs his pointer finger at Kezareth. "You know nothing of safety."

Kezareth holds his hands up in a faux gesture of peace. "Even if I didn't want to, I don't have a choice in the matter. Rules are rules. And if you were to stop me, I think that'd be a big offense to both Heaven and Hell."

Seradiel runs a hand through his hair. "Fffffine. But if you put them in danger—"

"I'm not gonna. Demons can't harm mortals directly, remember? We can tempt them and suggest things, but we cannot carry them out. Not that I would." He offers his hand to you. "Now! Walk with me, tell me all about yourself."

...

Having two celestial beings in your life certainly changed things around.

The worst part is how Seradiel and Kezareth constantly clash on the smallest things, unable to agree on almost everything regarding your care. Like two parents in a custody battle, the only thing they share is their mutual desire for your safety. That doesn't stop them from bickering like two toddlers fighting over the same toy, though.

"How did you two know each other before?" you ask during dinner (which Seradiel made, refusing to let Kezareth even touch anything in the kitchen).

Seradiel sighs. "Kezareth was an angel once. We were... acquaintances."

Kezareth looks mildly offended. "If you think mere acquaintances spend every single day together, sleep in the same bed, bathe together, then sure, call us acquaintances."

You nearly choke on your food. "So you guys were an item?"

"Not quite." Seradiel dabs his mouth with a napkin. "That is neither here nor there, but yes, Kezareth was an angel until he fell." Disdain seeps into his voice. "He was never a good angel, mind you. Always questioning orders, never attending meetings. The only thing he was good at was slacking off." He glares daggers at Kezareth, who ignores his glower.

"Anyway, I didn't fall," Kezareth says. "I jumped. And I've never felt more free. That's why I don't want you becoming part of that life, (Y/n). It's not all rainbows and sunshine up there."

Seradiel's eyes narrow. "I'd say more strict rules are far better than eternal fire."

"Oh, please, that's just an exaggeration." Kezareth waves a hand dismissively. He turns his attention to you. "I have a pretty big social status down there. All I have to do is pull some strings and you can have your own mansion bigger than Earth. How about it?"

"Don't listen to him," Seradiel huffs.

Wow, this really does feel like a custody battle. "I just want to eat my dinner and go to bed..."

Seradiel pats your shoulder. "Finish your greens first. They'll make you big and strong." You notice Kezareth nodding to that.

...

A few days later, you attempt to shop for groceries, but you can't even do that without these two butting heads.

"Don't get that, that's loaded with cholesterol," Seradiel chastises, plucking the food from your hands.

"Hey, it's fine to be self-indulgent every now and then," Kezareth shrugs, grabbing the food back.

You groan. "It's fine, I don't have the money to get that anyway."

Kezareth puts a hand to his heart. "You're telling me Sera doesn't pay for your stuff?"

"I only pay for things I approve of. Food, rent, clothes. Anything else is a reward for good behavior." He puts the food back. "I haven't a clue why I'm explaining this to you, you wouldn't get it."

"I don't get anything that comes out of your mouth," the demon utters. He ruffles your hair, lowering his voice. "You ever steal anything before?"

Seradiel answers for you. "Don't even try putting ideas into their head."

Kezareth ignores him. "If you don't want to, I can for you. Just tell me you give me permission."

"(Y/n), don't. That is just as bad as stealing it yourself," Seradiel warns.

As much as you don't want to start any trouble, you do admit Kezareth's offer is tempting. A quick glance around tells you the coast is clear; there's no employees or customers around this area. "Alright, if it's just a snack, I guess so. Go for it."

At your agreement, a broad smile crosses Kezareth's features. He leans into one of the shelves and grabs what you're eyeing, shoving it in his jacket. "Perfect." He kisses the side of your head with a dramatic "mwah" sound, ignoring Seradiel's irritated glare. "Anything else you want around here that Mr. Grump would disapprove of?"

You open your mouth to tell him another thing, but Seradiel's disapproving glare makes you second guess your actions. "Uhh, I don't think so."

"That's correct," your guardian angel says firmly. "We're leaving before this gets anymore reckless." He grabs your wrist, dragging you to the check-out.

For the remainder of the shopping trip, there's palpable tension between Seradiel and Kezareth. You pretend to ignore it for your sanity's sake.

...

"Why do you look so upset, honey?" Kezareth coos a few days later, when he sees you trudge in the kitchen.

He knows why you're upset, of course. He had made himself invisible while watching you through the whole day, and knows you had a falling out with a friend (that he may or may not have caused, after all, you were starting to stray away from him, and he can't have that). He stops what he's doing to pull a chair from the table, ushering you over.

"One of my friends... or, well, ex-friends, isn't talking to me anymore. She blocked all contact with me out of nowhere," you utter, sitting down. "Found out she was gossiping about me behind my back with some other friends."

Kezareth starts combing through your hair with his fingers. "Aww, baby. Well, if she thinks so lowly of you, you can do without her," he says smoothly.

"She called me immature and annoying, too. Is that true?"

Kezareth clicks his tongue, moving a chair in front of you so he can sit face to face. He takes your cheeks in his hands. "Nooo, don't believe anything she said, or anyone else for that matter. She's an idiot. She doesn't know anything, baby."

You sniffle. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

He nods vigorously. "Of course I'm right, I'm always right!" He pulls you into a hug. "Besides, even if you are annoying, I don't care about that stuff. I still think you're adorable."

"I have a feeling you're only saying that because you're obligated to." Nonetheless, you return the gesture.

"Honey, I don't do anything I don't want to," Kezareth promises, voice sweet. "Everything I do is out of choice, not necessity." He brushes his thumb under your eye to wipe your tears. "Now, no more tears over someone like her. Okay, sweet pea? Now how about you take a much-needed nap." He hoists you into his arms like Seradiel often does, carrying you to your room.

"I feel too angry to even sleep," you mutter. "I know it's wrong, but I kind of hate her now."

"There's nothing wrong with hate, I don't understand why so many people are afraid of it," Kezareth says. "It's actually better to have a lot of it, otherwise you get walked over all the time." He sets you down on the bed. "And if you can't find it in yourself to hate her, I can hate her for you. In fact, I already do!"

You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh. "You don't even know her."

"If she hurt you, then she hurt me." He tucks you into your bedsheets like a burrito and presses a kiss on your nose. "Say the word, and I'll ruin her life for you. Not even joking!"

"As tempting as that is, I don't hate her that much," you chuckle.

"That's alright, sweetheart," Kezareth smiles. "But if you ever change your mind, let me know." He adjusts your pillow so that your neck and head are more supported. "I'll wake you in an hour or so, whenever dinner's ready. I think you're in need of some comfort food!"

When he walks into the kitchen, there's Seradiel, glaring daggers at him.

"Our baby was emotionally wounded, and where were you, hm? Off in cloudland, right?" He walks past the angel, preparing dinner.

"What did you do?" Seradiel snaps. Kezareth turns around, feigning innocence. "Don't give me that look. I can see the wickedness in you, clear as day."

Kezareth sighs. "Some mild possession, what of it? That girl was turning against them anyway."

Seradiel's eye twitches. "Why? Just so you could see (Y/n) cry?"

The demon puts a dramatic hand to his nonexistent heart. "You think so lowly of me! But yes, partially. I need a reason to comfort them and bond with them, since you hog most of their attention to yourself. But also because I need them to come to terms with their more human emotions. Hatred is a natural emotion of theirs that you've tried to suppress for too long."

"I don't discourage them to feel human emotions, I discourage them to act on said emotions," Seradiel points out. "There is a big difference."

"So even though you hate me, by your logic, you can't act on that hatred?" Kezareth challenges.

"You're an exception, since you are not human, and therefore are not bound to those standards," Seradiel says curtly. "I hope you aren't encouraging them to punch anyone."

"Nooo, I'd never want them to get their hands dirty. That's my job. Which is exactly why I offered to ruin that brat's life, but they said they didn't want that. For now, anyway. The offer still stands indefinitely." He adds oil into a pan with a sizzling sound. "Is jealousy eating away at you? Are you frustrated that they aren't crying to you anymore?"

"Stop making them sad just for your ego," Seradiel snarls. "It's sickening and selfish, even for your standards."

"Oh, please, you aren't an angel, either. Oh, actually, I guess you are. You know what I meant." Kezareth peels and chops the vegetables rhythmically, the knife clacking against the cutting board. "Your motives for being overprotective are no different from mine."

"They actually are. I just want them to live a happy, safe life. You just want to drag them down with you to Hell so you'll be less lonely." Seradiel folds his arms over his chest, leaning back against a wall. "At least my intentions come from genuine love and care."

Kezareth snickers. "You're just a control freak. I just want them to be with their superior dad forever. Not as crazy as you make it out to be."

"They are not yours," Seradiel huffs. "I am going to clean the living room. Do not make a mess in here, I already spent an hour cleaning your mess last night."

"Ugh, thank goodness we broke up. You'd make an awful husband, always nitpicking me."

"It wouldn't hurt to pick up after yourself," Seradiel grumbles under his breath.

...

A couple months pass after Kezareth's arrival. While still an adjustment, it starts becoming part of your new routine.

The more time passes, the more relaxed your guardians seem to be around each other too— although sometimes their arguments get intense. You're lucky enough to find them casually conversing with each other every now and then, too, although they still have their disagreements.

One thing that you notice is how Kezareth tends to push boundaries while Seradiel likes to enforce them. Both their protective natures clash horribly as a result.

With Seradiel, at least he doesn't bother trying to mask his controlling nature. On the contrary, it feels as if he takes pride in it.

When it comes to Kezareth, though, he's sneakier about it.

He makes you think you have a say in certain decisions, but ultimately he manipulates you into choosing what he thinks is best. It's clear the only reason Kezareth wants you to do bad things (in Seradiel's eyes, at least) is to not only get you closer to spending an eternity with him, but also to piss off your guardian angel.

But when it comes to things like privacy, independence, and personal freedom, they seem to share a similar perspective.

Just yesterday, you went to hang out with some friends, but of course your celestial babysitters had to follow you around. But with their ability to cloak themselves and disappear, your friends thankfully weren't able to see them.

Though you were, and you swear they thought you were crazy when you randomly shouted at nothing about how annoying they were acting.

To them, they probably just saw you yelling at a wall.

And now, you're trying to go hang out with your friends again tonight, but it seems like your guardians have different plans.

"It's a Saturday night, baby," Kezareth argues. "All of the parties will be crowded with drunk idiots that want to hurt you. Not to mention the possibility of kidnapping. Please stay home, for me? We can bake cookies. Doesn't that sound so much better than going to some concert in a sweaty nightclub with sweaty strangers bumping into you?"

"Not really," you mutter under your breath.

Seradiel cups your shoulders. "Listen, (Y/n), even if we allow you to go, we must accompany you at all times. No wandering off on your own."

"No!" You jerk away from his grip. "Look, this concert won't even last that late into the night. And I'm going with a couple of friends."

"Who?" Seradiel and Kezareth say simultaneously.

"A friend who you don't know and whose name is none of your business," you snap.

"Tone," Seradiel warns, voice stern.

"I'll let you get ice cream and order whatever movie tickets you want for the next month," Kezareth bribes.

"I'm not a baby anymore! Stop treating me like one!" you shout. "You both promised to be more lax if I behaved 'better', but I've done everything you've asked. Yet you still treat me like I'm a child! Well, I'm not. So let me go out by myself for once!" You gesture to Seradiel. "Isn't free will a big part of being a human? Why would you work against that?"

Seradiel sighs. "And you do have free will. Either you go and let us come with you, or you don't go at all. That is a choice you are free to make."

"Why is it the only time you two seem as if you're able to work together, is when you're making my life miserable?" You stomp away towards your bedroom, throwing yourself onto your bed.

Kezareth throws Seradiel a look. "Wait to go."

"Are you seriously throwing the blame on me?" Seradiel scoffs. "You are just as immature as I remember! Perhaps even moreso! Do you even truly care about them, or are you just using this as an excuse to torment me?"

The demon huffs. "Oh, please, you aren't that special. You claim I'm the egotistical one, yet you think I came here just to spite you? Sure, the first reason I came here was because I was curious as to how you're doing, but my priorities have changed! Believe it or not, I do care about (Y/n). And if you choose not to believe it; not my problem!"

Just as Seradiel opens his mouth to retort, they both hear you sob. It's muffled and quiet, as if you're trying to conceal it, but they can hear it nonetheless. At that, any irritation dissipates.

They share a solemn glance and head towards your room.

Inside, you're laying in bed, your blankets sloppily pulled over you, back facing towards the door. Even when the pair enters, you don't acknowledge them.

"Precious, please don't cry," Kezareth coos, sitting beside you. "It hurts our hearts so much when you do that."

Seradiel sits down on the edge of the bed on the opposite side. "Is there anything you desire? You know we would do anything in the world for you." Despite his affectionate tone, his expression is downright heartbroken when he gazes at you.

You shift your position slightly so they can finally see your face, red and tear-stained. "Both of you suck," you mumble. "Every single day, you argue. And the worst part is, I can't escape it! You follow me everywhere! Sometimes it feels like I have no choice but to put up with you guys constantly nagging each other... And when you two actually agree on something, it's something that takes away from my freedom even more!"

Tears well in your eyes again, but Seradiel's fingers are quick to brush them away.

"Baby..." Kezareth says in a small voice. He takes off his glasses to rub his eyes, tears threatening them. "I'm sorry."

Seradiel sighs. "I am, too."

"I'm tired of feeling like your marriage counselor, or having to choose between one over the other," you continue. "I just want you to get along. Or at least tolerate being in the same room as each other." You wipe the rest of your tears away. "And if you have to argue, just do it somewhere I won't hear. Please."

Both of your guardian's faces soften.

They seem almost guilty, which is a rare expression on either of their faces.

"We'll work on our differences for you," Kezareth vows, shooting Seradiel a look. "Yeah?"

Seradiel exhales deeply, then nods. "Yes, that's the very least we can do. Whatever eases your mind." He gently grasps your hand, pressing a loving kiss on your knuckles. "Please, no more crying, my child. May I hold you?" He opens his arms invitingly.

Still mildly upset, you simply crawl towards him, burying your face in his robes. He cradles you like you're made of glass, humming softly in your ear to ease you, gently patting your back in a soothing motion.

Kezareth shifts to lay right behind you. His wings wrap around your frame to keep you warm.

In a weird way, you feel at home, protected by both your caretakers on either side of you. Before you know it, your eyelids begin to feel heavier as sleep consumes you.

"Nighty-night," Kezareth whispers. He and Seradiel share a look, silently agreeing to stay for the rest of the night.

[kaitoshimizu]

Hello everyone!! I hope you're all doing well!

For the past few days, I've had an idea for a new drawing of Mychael to post here, but I haven’t been able to even sketch it out yet due to a lack of free time, haha. So, to share a bit more of my art with you, today I’ll be posting 3 drawings of Mychael with three different and amazing people!

The first drawing was a birthday gift for @hojalattta .

I actually remember sketching it inside the car that day because we were traveling pretty far away for vacation, haha. I think it was around 11 or 12 at night when I managed to finish and send the drawing just in time! From the reaction I got through chat, I think she really loved it! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 🩵

Date: January 29th

The second drawing was for an art trade with the incredible and super friendly artist, @carlnotfound !

Oh my gosh, I was so nervous and embarrassed to ask them, haha, but it was totally worth it!

They asked for a drawing of themselves and Mychael sitting together in front of a fireplace, with their head resting on Mychael’s shoulder, wrapped together in a blanket—and I accepted the challenge!

After about three days, I finished the piece!

They absolutely loved it, and honestly, it made me so happy that such an amazing artist I admire so much enjoyed something I created. ( ´；ω；` )

(Just a little note: I’m still very insecure about coloring, so I might end up posting more black-and-white sketches until I gain more confidence!)

Date: April 6th

And the third drawing is dedicated to @yamimushroom !!

Someone who’s without a doubt one of the kindest people I’ve met.

One day, while we were talking, she mentioned she had an OC—and since I absolutely love giving gifts, I immediately said, “...Could you send me your OC? I'd love to draw them for you!” And so she did!

I got straight to work on the sketch and the next day, I finished it and gave it to her with so much excitement and hope that she’d like it—and she did!! She truly cherishes it with all her heart (╥﹏╥)♡ ❤️‍🩹

Date: April 18th

Wow... it’s amazing to see how much my style has changed over just a few months! Haha.

I really hope to keep improving my art little by little—and who knows, maybe I’ll go even further than I imagine!

As a little extra, I just want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for the incredible support you gave my very first post (the birthday drawing for Cheea).

It’s honestly overwhelming how much love it received in such a short time.

I appreciate you all so, so much. (T﹏T) ♡

As soon as I have more time, I’ll definitely upload that new Mychael drawing I mentioned earlier!

As I always say, it might not be the best thing you’ll ever see, but I hope it can still bring a little bit of joy, haha.

Thank you so much for reading, take care, and I hope you have a wonderful day, evening, and/or night!! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ✨♡

Hola a todooos!! Espero se encuentren bien! Desde hace unos días he tenido en mente un dibujo de Mychael para subir aquí pero por falta de tiempo libre no he podido ni hacer el boceto jejeje, así que para que conozcan un poco más de mi arte, aquí dejaré 3 dibujos de Mychael con 3 diferentes e increíbles personitas!

El primer dibujo fue un regalo de cumpleaños para @hojalattta , me acuerdo que incluso llegué a dibujar en el auto al justamente ese día tener que viajar desde uff, lejos! Eran vacaciones jsjsjs, recuerdo que eran aprox las 11-12 de la noche y le envié justo a tiempo su regalo que por su reacción por chat, creo que le agradó muchísimo! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 🩵

29 de Enero

El segundo dibujo lo hice para un Art trade con el increíble y muy amigable artista, @carlnotfound !! Dios, me dió tanto nervios y vergüenza pedirselo jsjsjs, pero sin dudas valió totalmente la pena hacerlo! El me había pedido un dibujo de él y Mychael sentados frente a una chimenea estando él con la cabeza inclinada hacia el hombro a Mychael envueltos ambos en una manta y yo acepté el reto! A lo cual en unos...3 días logré terminar el dibujo! Le encantó sin duda y me siento feliz de que un artista tan increíble que admiro tanto le haya gustado algo mío *Sniff Sniff* ( ´；ω；` )

(Quiero aclarar que para colorear he sido un asco, así que quizás suba más dibujos sin color por efectivamente sentirme insegura al pintar!)

6 de Abril

Y como tercer dibujo es en honor para @yamimushroom !! Personita que sin duda es una de las mejores que he conocido. Un día estábamos ella y yo hablando con calma y me menciono que tenía un oc, a lo cual yo, amante de dar regalos a los demás, decidí decirle: "...me podrías pasar tu oc? Te dibujare!" Y eso hizo, a lo cual inmediatamente me puse manos a la obra con él boceto para al día siguiente continuar sin duda para que al terminar, le entregué el dibujo con muchísima emoción y esperanza de que sea de su agrado y sin duda lo fué, lo aprecia con todo su corazón (╥﹏╥)♡

18 de abril

Wow...es Increíble lo mucho que ha cambiado mi estilo con el tiempo, y eso que tan solo fueron meses! Jajaja, espero poder seguir mejorando en el tema del dibujo y quien sabe, llegué a más de lo que me imagino

Como extra me gustaría agradecer de todo corazón al apoyo que le han dado a mi primer post con el dibujo de Cheea, es impactante el inmenso apoyo que le han dado en tan poco tiempo, waaa, los aprecio muchísimooo (T﹏T) ♡ ❤️‍🩹

Apenas pueda y tenga tiempo, subiré ese dibujo de Mychael que les menciono! Cómo siempre digo, no será lo mejor del mundo que podrían ver, pero supongo que algo es algo jejeje

Muchísimas gracias por leer, cuídate y espero tengas un excelente día, tarde y/o noche!! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ✨♡

[loveandmurders]

Red string and crimson hands (Poly!Sinclair brothers x f!reader) - Part IV

Hi everyone, this is the second part of this new soulmate AU requested by @mrstargayen09 . You can find part 1 here, part 2 here and part 3 here.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mention of slutshaming (from Victor), mentions of Trudy being ill, mentions of death

That night, the boys insisted for you to sleep in their house and not in the one you used to live at with your parents. They pretended it was because they hadn’t fully finished cleaning things up, but you knew they were lying. They just wanted you under their roof. For once, Lester was even eager to stay over. You agreed because you trusted them, and you saw how it made them happy.

They were excited puppies around you and you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed their constant attention on you. You were certain something really bad must have happened for you to decide to run away from them. They were attractive, they weren’t shy about their love for you, they wanted to take care of you… They were perfect. And yet you left. It scared you.

What were you going to find out?

You eventually wished them good night and they watched as you climbed upstairs. Jonesy followed you and stayed with you for a little while before going back to the boys. Despite your closed door, you could hear the three men whispering between them. You would have loved to hear what they were saying. 

At first, they talked about how amazing it was to finally have you back, then about how hot you were, and about your memory loss and finally about everything they needed to do (or not to do) to convince you to stay. They agreed, for instance, that they needed to keep tourists away from Ambrose the following day. They couldn't kill anyone else in front of you, they needed to make you forget about all of this or you would leave again. Lester agreed to leave the twins alone with you for the day, but he asked for a moment with you on his own in the evening. The twins weren't too happy they would need to share you during the day, but they would spend more hours with you than Lester, so it was a fair deal.

The next morning, you woke up with a delicious scent of pancakes. When you went downstairs, Bo was cooking breakfast. As you entered the kitchen, you had a flash of a teenage boy preparing pancakes as well. Your young self walked to him and hugged him from behind, thanked him as he warmly smiled at you. You then remembered about a man - his father probably - breaking the moment by telling you were interested in an angry beast who will hurt you. You took Bo’s defence; the man shrugged before saying “you're just a slut for my three sons”. You remembered the shame of such words.

You went back to reality when Bo turned around and greeted you. He noticed the look on your face and frowned.

“Ya ‘kay, love?” he asked

“Yeah, no worries” you tried to smile but he kept looking at you and you remembered Lester begged you to always tell them what was on your mind, unlike before you left them “I think I just had a memory of your father calling me a slut” you finally said and Bo tensed, his fists clenching

“Sorry 'bout that. I should've broken his jaw that day”

“You were still a kid and I’m not so surprised to be treated that way in a small town with three soulmates who also happen to be brothers” you replied, trying to be rational “Pancakes smell good” you added to change the subject as you came closer to the food “You’re the cook of the family?” you asked with a tilted head

“‘M the eldest, that’s my job to take care of my family” Bo replied

“And of your soulmate?” you hummed

“Same thing. Ya didn’t leave ‘cause we weren’t lookin’ after ya” Bo let you know but before you could ask for more Vincent entered the room and you greeted him.

You helped him dress the table and waited for the pancakes to be ready.

“Lester not coming for breakfast?” you wondered

“Lester’s protecting the borders of Ambrose today so no tourist’ll interrupt us” Bo explained

“You casted him away?” you pouted

“No. It’s his job. But tonight he’ll be left alone with ya, for some egality or whatever” Bo rolled his eyes and you laughed

“It does sound fair. You wouldn’t want your brothers to be with me while you would be working away either” you added and Bo couldn’t argue with that. “So the “tourists” are how you call the people coming in Ambrose, the same people you kill?” you asked again and Vincent nodded

You finished your breakfast in silence but you could feel how the twins' attention was all on you. You enjoyed the warmth of it, the tenderness or it too. Vincent was a silent and comforting presence.

You could tell that you spent a lot of time in his arms when you just were feeling a little bit down and needed to snuggle your sadness away. You quite wanted to be a little bit physical with him, but you didn’t dare. You were a stranger to them too, even if they were eager to welcome you back in their lives.

You were a little bit more defiant of Bo who clearly was the seductive southern guy. But at the same time, you were pretty certain that whenever you had nightmares in the middle of the night, you would go and find him, because he could protect you from anything. One thing was certain they were both dangerous people who would kill for you.

You wanted to have a look at the House of Wax. Vincent was pretty excited about it. Bo a lot less but he tagged along, mostly to translate what his twin would want to tell you. You promised yourself you would force your brain to remember ASL.

At some point, you barely listened to Bo anymore, as you walked around the museum. Some of the faces were familiar, like if you had already met them in what could have been a dream.

The smell of wax was completely engulfing you and you remembered more of their mother, Trudy. You remembered she was spending hours with her art. She took Vincent by her side because he was talented but she was ashamed of his face, hence the mask. She had no interest in Lester because he was her last one, and she had so much work to do in the House of Wax before dying from her illness. And she despised Bo. He was handsome, but he was a little monster of a child, always angry, always asking for his Mama’s love when she didn’t have anything to give to the world and her family but her art. She was obsessed. 

She liked you when you were taking Bo and Lester away from her, but she hated you when you were also taking Vincent away, when you were telling her that it wasn’t true that he had a face only a mother could love. She hated that you were able to love her sons, because they didn’t deserve it. And she hated even more how Bo’s fit of angers were calming around you, how Lester wasn’t in need of her attention when you were there, how Vincent was more himself when you gently smiled at him.

You found yourself stopping in front of the sculpture of a man. It was odd because you remembered him being the mailman. He was always observing you four. He even told you one day to stay away from the Sinclairs: the mother was crazy because she was talented, her husband was a cruel doctor and the children had to be monsters. Especially because the day before the brothers had almost beaten to death another teenager, who had touched you and made you feel so small. 

“Love?” Bo placed a hand on your shoulder as you seemed to be frozen in front of the sculpture

“I remember him. You sculpt real people?” you asked and the twins exchanged a look at your phrasing

“Yes, Vincent, and our mother before, take inspiration from people we meet” Bo replied after a little while “Before Ambrose became a total ghost town, Vincent tried his best to reproduce the people who used to live here” Bo continued

“Did you make sculptures of your parents?” you suddenly asked, not even really knowing why

“Just our mother.” Bo said

“And of me and my parents?” you tilted your head to the side as you looked up at Vincent who shook his head

He signed something, and you read one of the words: perfect. Bo translated:

“We were too focused on you to really remember precisely what your parents looked like. And for you, you are way too perfect to be sculpted”

“Smooth talkers” you hummed and looked away, blushing a little

You resumed walking but a thought kept bugging you over and over again:

“What happened to your parents?” you asked

“Our mother died of illness when we were about 17” Bo replied instantly but you noticed how strained his voice was “Her last words and thoughts were for the House of Wax, the masterpiece of her life. She asked Vincent to keep takin’ care of it, no matter what the price’d be.”

“It must have been awful” you softly commented, remembering her funeral in the small church of Ambrose

“It got worse when our father went insane. I guess she was the only thin’ he loved, or felt somethin’ for at least.” Bo shrugged “He died too” Bo added but he didn’t say what he died of, and before you could ask more questions about it, Vincent uncharacteristically boldly reached for your hand to get you on another aisle of the museum.

The gesture alone made you forget about your interrogation.

You spent a fun day with the twins. They kept you entertained quite well and answered most of your questions. You noticed they avoided the church and other parts of the town, but you didn’t mind for the moment. You were happy with them, and they managed to make you feel at ease. 

But truth to be told, you had missed Lester’s presence. You had seen his red string all day, waving in the air for you to follow again. You disliked being away from any of your soulmates.

You could remember that when you were living in Ambrose, you wanted your boys around you all the time, and the three brothers - who weren’t loved and wanted by anyone else - were more than happy to oblige. The more you thought about it and the more you realised that your absence must have been cruel and impossible to fill for them.

The twins groaned when they heard Lester’s truck and you shot them an amused glance. Lester parked and opened the house door, an instantly bright smile lighting up his face as he spotted you.

“Come for a ride?” he offered and you agreed, getting up and putting your shoes back on

“Where goin’? Bo asked his baby brother

“Don’t know, ‘round” Lester shrugged “Don’t have to stay in Ambrose all the damn time. And maybe the girl’d like to grab a snack or somethin’ he offered

“Oh yeah, that would be nice!” you exclaimed

“But ya come back here tonight?” Bo asked again “Both of ya”

“Yes, yes, we both sleep here tonight” you replied before Lester could answer and you saw the twins nodding and relaxing back in their seats.

Lester wouldn’t argue with you but he would have loved to keep you all to himself for the night as well. But he understood that his brothers also needed you under the same roof. After all, you had disappeared from their existences for so long, and knowing you were resting in the same house was bringing them all such a new kind of relief.

You waved the twins goodbye before following Lester to his truck. He started to drive and as you put loud music on, you both started to chat around. You loved how easy to talk Lester was. He was funny and he managed to make you laugh pretty easily. 

“Hope the twins didn’t bore ya to death?” Lester teased

“Nah, they’re good but I’m glad to leave Ambrose for a moment” you admitted

“Why?” Lester frowned

“It’s not about the twins, they’ve been perfect to me” you quickly precised “It’s just… It’s so strange to be in a ghost town filled with wax sculptures. Also the House of Wax woke up quite a lot of memories and it was getting tiring” you admitted to him

“I understand” Lester hummed “I don’t live in Ambrose anymore”

“Which drives Bo crazy” you smiled

“Vincent too. The twins are pretty similar on a lot of thin', but Bo’s always the one voicin’ it. Vincent’s great at manipulatin’ ya though, he smooth talk ya” Lester hummed before realising he could sound bad “I don’t mean…”

“It’s okay, I understand.” you reassuringly smiled “You’re all dangerous people, I don’t really expect less from any of you, including you, Les” you added without realising you used the nickname

“Ya’re as dangerous as us, ‘cause we’re completely wrapped ‘round your little finger, even more when ya use nicknames” Lester told you with eyes shining in happiness

“Ah yes, what’s everyone’s favorite nicknames then?” you asked, curious and Lester let out a little laughter

“Bo likes to call ya “love”, but ya already noticed it.”

“Yeah, he’s not subtle, isn’t he?” you chuckled and Lester smirked

“He likes when ya call him “hon”. Vincent calls ya “muse” and he likes it when ya call him “handsome” for obvious reasons…”

“What happened to him?” you asked

“Bo and Vince were born conjoined twins and our father wasn’t the most careful doctor on Earth. But ya’re really handlin’ it very well so far, askin’ for him to remove his mask ‘round ya and all” Lester was grateful

“Trying my best” you shrugged “What about your nicknames?”

“I like to call ya “sunshine” and ya can honestly call me anythin’” he replied

“But what’s your favorite one?” you insisted as Lester kept looking at the roads

“Darl’ or darlin’ I believe” Lester shyly said and you smiled to yourself

“Thanks for that, I’ll make sure to use it against all of you” you laughed and Lester chuckled with you

“Not expecting any less from ya, sunshine”

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Part 5

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Taglist: @staley83 - @joyfulllittlething - @qardasngan

[idiopath-fic-smile]

Aaaah, so excited for the new project, it looks awesome!!!

Guessing that somebody’s probably gotten in a prompt by now, but if not, some prequel Enjolras/Combeferre pining from IDOAG-verse?

thank you, friend!!!

and you are in fact the very first to prompt me for my "hit another 10% of funding for the Kickstarter, get a 250-word ficlet" series.

So here's 250 739 words of pre-IDOAG Enjolras being extremely normal about his best friend/roommate!

Junior Year

Combeferre is out on a date and Enjolras is fine with it. Of course Enjolras is. What other option does he have?

The date must have been somewhat upscale, because Combeferre had changed into a dark blue button-down and even put a bit of product in his hair before he left. This is clearly how Combeferre looks when he’s trying to look nice, and Enjolras, who fell in love freshman year when Combeferre only ever wore the same five T-shirts in rotation, washed and rewashed until the political slogans were spiderweb-cracked into near-unreadability, had experienced a sudden and irrational burst of—well, it doesn’t matter, because Enjolras is going to be fine.

The hair pomade had smelled good, too. Like cedar. Something woodsy. Not that Enjolras was sitting around sniffing his best friend.

The trouble is, it’s Saturday night, Enjolras has finished his homework, and he didn’t make further plans because normally he doesn’t need to. Normally, it would be him and Combeferre, sitting on Combeferre’s bed, just close enough that their knees aren’t touching, watching something on Enjolras’s laptop. Or him and Combeferre comparing notes on an article they’ve both read. Or him and Combeferre at the late-night diner by the chem building, playing “Make It Interesting” over a plate of perfect hashbrowns.

So really, there’s nothing to do but sit around and wait for Combeferre to come back, a sentence which makes Enjolras feel disconcertingly like a dog in a movie.

And that’s an excuse, of course. Living in a co-op means you always have the option of not being alone. Enjolras could get up right now, walk out of the room and down the hall, and in about thirty seconds, he’d get pulled into Bahorel’s latest tale of far-fetched shenanigans, or else Jehan would accost him looking for a good synonym for “sangfroid,” or Courfeyrac would sidle over a packet of gummy bears and a slightly too-understanding smile.

It’s not even that Enjolras is jealous, exactly. He knows how that sounds, even in his own head, but he's not. Combeferre has seemed wound-up lately. It would no doubt be good for him to let off some steam, work out that extra energy, feel those post-orgasm endorphins—

If Enjolras isn’t careful, he’s going to get hard thinking about Combeferre in bed with this faceless other guy, the sounds Combeferre would make, the look of his dark unfocused eyes, the arch of his back, and it would be supremely creepy for Enjolras to use the rare occasion of having the room to himself to get off thinking about his real-life roommate with another real-life person.

Escapism, he thinks. Escapism is the ticket. Nothing remotely related to the tangled, knotty feeling in his chest. He pops in his headphones and cues up an album he’d just downloaded, one he’s been meaning to check out: Janelle Monae’s Metropolis: The Chase Suite. Grand, portentious strings swell in his ears and Enjolras nods to himself. “Good morning, cyber boys and cyber girls!” a perky voice intones over the music. “I’m happy to announce we have a star-crossed winner in today’s heartbreak sweepstakes—”

Enjolras pulls out his headphones.

He might as well get ahead on next week’s reading.

Maybe ninety minutes later, there’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” says Enjolras, who is now two weeks ahead in everything and about to get started on a paper that isn’t due until next month.

Combeferre slips into the room. “Hey,” he says.

“You don’t need to knock, it’s your room,” Enjolras points out.

“I was being polite,” says Combeferre with a slight smile. “What are you up to?”

“Not much, honestly.” Enjolras schools his face, his posture, the tone of his voice. Normal. Relaxed. Casual. “How was your date?”

Combeferre half-laughs. “He didn’t ask me a single question. He barely paused for breath. It felt a little like watching a not very well-rehearsed one-man show.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” says Enjolras. He can feel the grin pulling at his mouth, though. “Did you clap at the end?”

“No,” says Combeferre, taking a seat at his desk. “But I did contemplate sneaking out early. I wasn’t sure he would’ve noticed.”

If Enjolras tries to contemplate the inner life of a man lucky enough to be on a date with Combeferre and foolish enough not to bask in that light for one second, he’s going to give himself an aneurysm.

“Want to watch something?” says Enjolras instead.

“Please,” says Combeferre. He's already clearing a place on his bed.

[kaccvcate]

I recently added some things to my recommended reading list (in my pinned post.) I read a lot of things but only add what I find really life changing, mind opening, or feel is easily accessible to the uninitiate (for example, I've enjoyed many works by Aleister Crowley, but for someone interested in approaching his work for the first time I would probably recommend Magick in Theory and in Practice, or perhaps his "autohagiography.")

Zulu Shaman by Vusumazulu Credo Mutwa is partly autobiographical about the holy man who wrote it, and partly traditional folk stories. I had no idea that pre-Christian African religion was so similar to the native religion I was raised with. Some stories are extraordinarily similar. The way it's written most reminded me of Creek Indian Medicine Ways by David Lewis Jr., which I read a while ago, but my mind was too blown to write about it (I was always taught not to talk about religion publicly, so it also felt weirdly private, which is silly because the book was published a minute ago.)

The last book I just finished is Tell My Horse by Zora Neale Hurston, which is about the lives of voodoo practitioners Haiti and Jamaica (published in 1938). This is one of the most intense books I've ever read, her voice is so incredible, and her descriptions are so vivid. It was like being transported to another world (for me anyway.) her descriptions of race relations in Jamaica reminded me strongly of my experiences among mestizos in Mississippi, and her descriptions of rituals she witnessed are untouchably badass.

Today I picked up Voices of Our Ancestors by Dhyani Ywahoo, which is about the practices of the traditional (pre-Christian) Tsalagi/Cherokee priesthood. So far it is really far out and groovy, I'm only a few pages in. More than anything her writing reminds me of Dr. Timothy Leary or Robert Anton Wilson, or even Crowley. It has the same pervasive tone of consciousness expansion that those cats have, and she describes meditation and rituals in a similar way. I think it would be best to read this one after Myths and Tales of the Southeastern Indians by John Swanton (or similar) because she makes a lot of references to traditional mythology without telling the stories she's expanding on - maybe she gets to that later, though.

Tell My Horse I bought online at a friend's recommendation, the other two I picked up at McKay's, a used book and record store in Greensboro, North Carolina that had one of the most interesting occult sections I've ever seen.

[somethingg5]

Chapter 7

Azzi 39 weeks 

2:34 in the morning 

Azzis eyes flash open. Her stomach was tense. And then it happened. A contraction. “AH- mhm!” Azzi yelled trying to get up. Paige woke up and went to help Azzi up. “Babe, are you okay? Another braxton hick?” Paige questioned rubbing circles on Azzis back. “I don't know. This one was strong.” Azzi was bent over on the bed while Paige was massaging her back. They were far apart but they were happening. “Do you think we should time them?” Paige asked as they were taking walks around the house. “I think so.” Paige took out her phone to log the next one and when it came she started the timer. They were 15 minutes apart. Azzi was doing the breathing that she remembered from the books she read and Paige was trying not to panic. They spent the next 3 hours just walking and sitting on the couch. Their contractions slowed down so they decided to get some more sleep. 

Azzi woke up not really in pain but just uncomfortable. She felt like she had to pee. On her way to the bathroom she felt a gush. Her water had just broken. “Shit.” Azzi was just frustrated. All she wanted to do was sleep but now she had to clean up the mess and change. That wasn't until Paige felt the absence of Azzi in the bed and woke up. “Azzi, where are you?” Paige asked. “I'm in the bathroom.” Azzi responded. “My water just broke. I'm like 99% sure unless I just peed myself.” Azzi tried to make a joke but Paige was running to her. “Wait what! Your water broke?” Paige took in the site of Azzi changing and the puddle of fluid on the ground. Paige jumped into action and cleaned up the bathroom floor. “Paige I think we should call the doctor like do we go now?” Azzi was done changing and made her way back to the bed while she watched Paige finish cleaning the floor. “Alright I'll give her a call in a second.” Paige stood up and threw away the paper towels. She called the doctor. “Hello My name is Paige Bueckers and my wife Azzi Bueckers is a patient with you. Her water just broke. She is 38 weeks and about 4 hours ago she was having contractions 15 minutes apart. Should we come in?” Paige spoke oddly calmly. “Come in when her contractions are 10 minutes apart.” The phone call ended and Paige and Azzi stayed awake wondering if today they would meet their baby girl. They had been going through last minute baby names they still haven't felt like they found. Millie, Charlie, Liyah, Noelle, Joy all these names and none really hit them. Azzis contractions started to become 11-12 minutes apart and they realized that this was closer than they thought. Paige had decided to call Nika so that she knew what was going on and Paige called Azzis parents as well as hers. Paige packed the car and then it was a waiting game. They sat together breathing in their house of 2 but soon to be 3. 

Azzis contractions reached 10 minutes apart and they decided to head to the hospital. It was 8am in the morning. Azzi was in so much pain and Paige wanted to help but there was nothing that she could do. They got checked in and they got to the room. Everything was so real now. The baby monitors the baby bed. All of it was so real. They were going to be moms. “Paige, I need you to promise me something. If something happens to me you go with that baby you keep her safe you are all she has." Paige just nodded. She knew nothing would happen to Azzi but Azzi needed to say it. Paige walked Azzi through more breathing and rubbed her back. Paige walked with her in the halls and she did anything Azzi needed. It wasn't long before it was time to push. “Alright Azzi its time, can you give us one big push?��� The doctor said Paige held one of Azzis legs and her hand as Azzi pushed. “You got this baby, you are doing so good.” Paige hated seeing Azzi in pain. Azzi was crying and screaming. Azzi had switched positions 4 times now to get the baby out when there was a splash and then crying. 

This whole day has been a blur for Azzi. From the early morning to the intense amount of pain that she was currently in. “Come on Azzi you got this.” Paige said as she held Azzis hand. “UGH I can't do this!” Azzi yelled as she pushed everything off of her. “Az- look at me. YOu CAN do this, you are the only one who can do this. You have been so strong this whole time, do not give up. You are so close to meeting your baby. You can do it.” Paige kisses her head and grabs Azzis hand again. Paige has been feeding Azzi ice chips and running her fingers through her curls. 

“Oh my god.” Azzi laid back and looked down. “Oh my gosh she is here Azzi she is beautiful. You did it.” Paige kissed Azzi, tears streaming down both of their faces. Their baby was crying. “This baby definitely has a pair of lungs, good job mama.” The doctor handed the baby over to the nurse and Paige followed the baby. “Hi there baby, I'm your mom. You did so well.” Paige touched the baby's face. 

After things had settled Paige, Azzi, and their baby were sitting on the bed. They were staring at each other wondering what to do now. “Do you think she needs something?” Azzi looked at Paige who still had tears in her eyes. “No, I think she's just happy.” 

“Hello Mrs. Bueckers, you have some visitors, KK, Caroline, Ice, and Nika? Is it okay to let them in?” A nurse said. “Yes please let them in.” Paige said standing up from her spot next to Azzi and the baby. “Hey twin! It's good to see you!” Paige says, opening the door for Nika. “Oh my gosh she's perfect. Paige, she looks just like you. Her eyes!” Nika talked over to the baby. “Nika, would you like to hold her?” Azzi passes the baby to Nika so that she could rest. “Nika we have a question… Az and I were thinking that if something were to happen to us we need someone to take care of her. We want to be able to trust that person that they would love and protect her over anything. We were hoping you would be her godmother?” Paige asked while taking a spot next to Azzi. “Really… me? Yes! Of course!” Nika let the tears fall and went to kiss the baby. The rest of the girls entered the room and crowded around the baby taking pictures and holding her. 

“You know you did really well today Az, I'm so proud of you.” Paige said to Azzi without looking away from the baby being held by KK now. “I couldn't have done any of this without you. I'm so thankful to have you by my side.” Azzi responded. 

That night Paige and Azzi were sitting watching the baby sleep. “Well, she needs a name.” Paige looked at Azzi. “Yeah she does.” “You know I was thinking of Gabriella.” Paige looked at Azzi and nodded. “You know I really like that name. I think it fits her ""Hi Gabby!” So there she was Gabriella Bueckers 5lbs 2oz 18 inches.

[surdino]

hi bff! number 32 and thiam plsss🥺🙏

Send me drabble requests here!

Hiii!! I got you 😌. Putting a read more cause it is a little smutty hehe. I hope you like it 🫶

Theo hitches his hips upward, making Liam gasp.

It's dark, in the woods. The night had come soon and, well, boring patrol days mean Liam wants some fun.

When he'd suggested the idea to Theo, he'd expected a 'no way, are you fucking crazy?' but what he'd gotten instead was a mouth crushed to his. The tree rough against his back when Theo slammed him against it, hands hurriedly moving underneath his shirt.

"Fuck," Liam whines. Theo's back is against the tree now. He's making Liam look out into the woods, unable to muffle himself like he wants to, because his hands are held tight behind his back and he can't hold the sounds in on his own.

Normally it isn't such a problem, because he'll just use Theo's mouth to moan into.

But, he can't do that now. It's all him.

Theo's probably getting off on that. On the idea Liam has to try his best to keep his mouth shut even when the pleasure is too great to do anything but pant, open-mouthed and drooling, small sounds escaping him. The hitch of a breath, the tail end of a whine.

Except every time Liam thinks he's got a grip on it, Theo changes things up. He'll slam his hips up faster, or harder, or he'll slow down, making Liam whine out of frustration.

At least Liam is able to catch his breath whenever Theo does slow down a bit. He lets his head drop against Theo's shoulder.

"I swear if we get caught," he mumbles, pausing to take a deep breath, "then I'm actually going to kill you."

He can't see Theo, but he knows he must be grinning when one of his hands grabs hold of Liam's hip and he grinds into him.

Liam gasps, he can't help himself.

He's vaguely aware there's someone else on patrol. Malia, maybe. They're paired with Malia a lot. But the pleasure is too great to really think of anything else. All he can think of is Theo's hand on his hip, his dick moving over his walls, inside, until it's pressing into the one spot that makes his dick twitch almost aggressively.

"Fuck," he gasps, when Theo doesn't let up. "Fuck, Theo, please, fuck, shit." He thrashes, hoping to free one of his hands so he can finish himself. Theo is strong, he doesn't let him escape. "Theo."

"You're whiny today," Theo groans, dragging his teeth up Liam's neck. "I told you to be quiet. Maybe you want to get caught. Would you like that? Them seeing what I'm doing to you?"

Liam hums, high in the back of his throat as Theo pulls out almost all the way, just to push back in again at such a slow pace it makes his mouth drop open. "Please," he mumbles, as quietly as he can.

Theo huffs. "Because you asked so nicely," he says, letting go of Liam's hip to wrap a hand around his leaking dick.

[azaracyy]

a lesson on good karma digimon survive week 2024 day 4: supporting characters

[wackywatchdotcom]

ive posted so much every single day on this blog for weeks now i feel weird having barely posted today . ive been busy but uhhh heres a random image i never posted from my tadc art folder?

[mensahbots]

more first look pictures from apple tv (my favorite presaux characters + murderbot!)

[volaenii]

Guess who started reading Trigun Maximum and is halfway through the manga and has sustained irreversible emotional damaged? Me… It’s me…

[tiddytrashcan]

Everytime I think I understand the degree to which Ursula K. LeGuin Got It™ she hits me with another life revelation

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

oughhhh five million articles with tiny fonts but it's a pdf so i cant increase the text size without zooming in and having to manually scroll side to side to read everything or just suffer with the small font because i can only use half my screen for reading because the other half of my screen for writing in my word doc my DETESTED

[sskk-manifesto]

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

[cuz-reasons]

It's so weird being off on a Monday

[autumnoakes]

me: i don't think i have seasonal depression, at least not for winter. i enjoy the colder weather and i don't understand why people are bemoaning the shorter days. i like the nighttime???

me: *has a random and unexplained 6 month depressive period, starts craving summer weather, and then starts to perk up once the sun comes out and the days start getting longer*

me: hm. okay.