#some old thingy thing I decided to continue

[s2pdoktopus]

Taking a break with nephew or something

[diamondzart]

I know Toy Story 4 is not really loved by the masses, but I can’t help admitting that I’m that person who loves it just as much as the trilogy. I was really excited about it back in 2019 and even had a little bit of hyperfixation on it. I really adore the concept of lost toys who live on their own. As much as Woody’s choice in the end was unexpected, I think it opened big possibilities for post-canon ideas. Like this one! I decided to design his possible appearance after a couple of years of living outside with Bo. Description under the cut!

I noticed what was missing from those few fanarts on events after the end of Toy Story 4 that I found on the internet. Bo Peep is all so cool and fancy with her hook, raincoat and all sorts of useful thingies that she carries with her, and Woody is just clean and unscathed, as if he just yesterday got out of a dry and warm room. Naaah he wouldn’t stay like this for long 😆

Because what is lost toy’s life? Dirt, unforeseen damage and the need to periodically fight off stray animals. Moreover, we already know that Woody has a tendency to get into troubles. Moreover, he is a rag doll — that is, more than Bo is vulnerable to problems like unstable humidity, getting stuck somewhere with his limbs and getting attacked by cats / dogs / raccoons / whatever else they can encounter. He should become as hardcore as Bo after a couple of years, because otherwise there is no way to survive in this world.

The “raincoat” is of nylon, most likely cut out parts of an umbrella that someone conveniently lost in the park during stormy weather. The trick is that it’s waterproof, since when you are made out of natural fabric, it's important not to get wet as much as possible. Moreover, Woody is quite old, and he should be concerned about the condition of his fabric if he does not want to literally fall apart after a couple of years of such adventures.

The holster is used as a pocket for small things, here it’s used for matches and paper clips, which can be useful in different situations. For matches, a striking surface from a matchbox is attached to the outer side of the right boot. This will allow to quickly light a match by yanking a foot down while holding match to it and thus minimize extra full-body movements, which can be useful in an emergency situation. I think that this can be effective not only for lighting up spaces, but also for scaring away animals, especially small ones like rats.

The hook is a pencil and a fishhook with a broken tip, strapped with duct tape. Basically an analogue of Bo’s hook but made from improvised materials. As we have already seen in her example, it is an excellent utility for crossing various obstacles and, if necessary, for self-defense.

Stitches and scuffs. Both Bo Peep's arms were broken off and are taped back. That means, free living involves the regular risk of losing limbs. Even in an antique store, Woody got his foot stuck somewhere several times, which suggests that either himself or with the help of some stray animal he lost one or another limb and had to sew it back on his own or with Bo’s assistance. He will have to overcome his fear of being broken and accept this as a new part of his existence.

These were general notes on this sketch! Perhaps I will continue to develop this idea in order to find some new interesting solutions.

[hypewinter]

3 HC/AU Prompt Thingy (3)

1). Box Ghost hears he was powerful and feared I'm the Dan timeline, gets ripped

2). Jason, as a reverent can hit ectoplasm ghosts

3). Guys Night Out (choose whatever ghosts you want)

(I love making these and your the only one who writes for them, :))

Ok hear me out: Full DILF box ghost. Don't scroll away and just give me a second of your time ok?

Boxy gets swoll. Real swoll. His gimmick might still be dumb but now he's so strong that no one dares to point that out anymore. That being said, he is still the best dad ever to Boxed Lunch. I'm talking about helping her tie her shoes, being a willing participant in her tea parties, tucking her in at night, the works. He's such a good father that when Boxed Lunch asks for a super rare Orphan toy that was only ever distributed in Gotham, he immediately agrees to get it for her.

Johnny 13 hears about Box Ghost's little outing and invites himself along as he wants to get Kitty some new jewelry to make up for their last fight. Thus begins a wild night for Boxy and Johnny as they both have a heart to heart (now that Johnny 13 can't make fun of him for fear of being punted through a wall) plus they even bond over how much they love the women in their lives.

All is going well. The boys have done some fun stuff around the city, gotten up to a little mischief, and even picked up Johnny's apology jewelry. The only thing left is Boxed Lunch's toy. As they're scouring an abandoned warehouse full of discontinued toys that's when Jason drops it. He'd been getting reports of strange occurrences all night from his men and he'd finally been able to track it down to this warehouse. Of all the things Jason anticipated, it was not two weird looking metas going through boxes. But nevertheless he has a job to do.

He aims his gun at the two metas and demands they step away from the boxes. They don't. Why would they? They're ghosts, this human can't hurt them. Sure enough when Jason eventually fires at their knees after a couple of warning shots, the rubber bullets go right through. Jason is shocked to say the least. And now his mind is whirring a mile a minute trying to figure out how those two just did that. Meta powers? Hidden tech? How is he going to deal with this? He doesn't want to go through the embarrassment of calling for backup.

Johnny 13 on the other hand, is pretty peeved this guy won't leave them alone. He's ruining their night out! So he decides to scare him. Maybe that will make him leave. So Johnny gets right up in Jason's fac- er mask and lets out a pretty impressive ghostly howl if he does say so himself. Except instead of running away, Jason instinctively punches him. In the nose. And it hurts. A lot.

So now Johnny is reeling in pain, Jason realizes he can take care of these guys the old fashioned way and Boxy has finally found the Orphan toy. "Oh no!" I hear you say. "The fight of the century between Boxy and Jason is about to go down!" Actually no. Not really.

Box Ghost has been teaching Boxed Lunch about conflict resolution recently and he is not about to let his actions contradict his words. So he explains the situation to Jason. Jason for his part is a little miffed but understanding. You're just trying to be a good father. I get it. Besides these toys are just gonna collect dust in here anyways. Oh but you do have to return the jewelry. *Sad (and pained) Johnny 13 noises*

Jason kinda feels bad for the whole, punching Johnny in the nose thing (even though it was totally his fault) so he offers to take them to find non-stolen jewelry for Kitty instead. Thus the boys night continues! Now with extra shenanigans.

[yanmuffins]

also, another thing (yes, i'm trying to procastinate again and then making u bear with me rambling) I love to draw reader wearing alternative clothing, or sometimes, just some tomboyish, lil' punk inspired style

idk, I feel like it gives some more life at them or smth

we both know that I usually prefer to draw the reader fem, but If i, someday, decide to draw them male or just gn, I think I would still insist in something different from the usual

idk, for male I would probably draw them in more fem styled clothing, throw some pink around and poke at skirts and maybe some dresses-shirts, If i feel daring (which I prob would, y'know, with the whole male-reader-drawing thingy)

for gn, I would probably just draw them in mandrake male, firstly because the style is comfortable, both to draw and to wear, and secondly because it is a subculture of the country where I live, which makes me more happy to draw it

can I be so for real right now? I do not see vampire!reader wardrobe staying the same doll, rich girl, homeschooled, butler loving thing forever

yeah, I could still see them envolving into goth, maybe romantic goth while we're at It, but wouldn't It just be funnier If It didn't?

so, after the vampirification, what if the reader start wearing smth really different from the batfam?

like, gyaru, punk (but REAL punk, with with pointy hair and various piercings), or fem mandrake, but with the crazy male mandrake hair with these neon drawing at the scalp that glow in the dark

yeah, it's a big leap, but it's a fun one too

(or maybe vamp!reader could put some sexy leather too, idc, I just want to give the batfam a headache! 😉👍)

thanks for reading my rambling, I must go back to hating to draw Damian (←😒) right now 😔💔

girl we’re from the same country (≧◡≦) ♡

i want to ramble and prattle about this so hard and give it a super long answer but!!! SPOILERS for my upcoming post on vampire! reader’s fashion i’m afraid.

vampire! reader's overall style holds a place dear to my hear, and is also relevant to the fic!

i'm not gonna lie, i envision vampire! reader to be more on the hyperfeminine side of things. pre-vampire-embrace she already wore exclusively black (with pops of white), shades of grey and a daring burgundy here and there, and i decided on those colors mostly to match her somber/modest/elegant choices when it comes to clothing and to match the wayne and, overall, just gotham's aesthetic. even as vampire! reader grows out of her dolly-like clothes, she was pretty much raised on designer and that's pretty much what she wears and will continue to wear. as in, new dior spring/summer collection just dropped? gotham's local store already has it ready for her to pick up. it comes naturally to her, it's just how alfred/bruce (mostly alfred) raised her.

also, spoiler: she feels like dressing on old-timey, vintage outfits makes her feel closer to her grandma. this also thanks to alfred's influence, who gave her access to martha wayne's wardrobe. she does enjoy wearing her grandma's old clothes. not the pearls, though.

considering her clan (👀), it's very fitting.

however!!!

i do find the idea of an alternative vampire! reader very interesting and fun to play around with, giving her (or him. or them) different personalities, reactions and upbringings which will lead her to be more suitable to different vampire clans. stereotypical, yeah, but a punk or cybergoth vampire! reader would make a great brujah or gangrel. gyaru or lolita! vampire reader could be a toreador or a malkavian. she grows out of her frilly socks and petitcoats and really finds herself in alternative styles.

now with our current vampire! reader's style transition, i'll save that for that one (amazing) ask to really yap about that.

and honestly? i don't believe the clothes themselves would really make the batfam scream cry and throw up (with the exception of alfred, but he'll get over it). it might make bruce and dick side-eye her a bit, but jason would find vampire! reader's mandrake/punk hair awesome. steph would be in love with gyaru/lolita vampire! reader's outfits.

unless we're talking about sexier outfits, like you said, leather and such. which i won't expand upon here, but that would surely make them uncomfortable.

but, much like our og vampire! reader, what really bothers them is the change in attitude, in company, in behavior. she was so quiet and demure before, going out during business hours and mostly coming home before it got dark, or at least sticking strictly to curfew. she barely had any friends. but suddenly she's hanging out with some person she met who knows where, frequenting nightclubs and coming home close to dawn? acting distant and avoidant towards her family (who didn't really pay her much mind but that's irrelevant)? now that grinds their gears.

but if we want to get away from that hyperfeminity post-embrace, i can see og! vampire! reader gravitating towards something like this:

[polliwoggers]

been struggling to draw lately so i went through some older stuff of mine and found this, only to realize i never posted it. i don't imagine anybody's still doing stuff for this weird social media-clan au thingy anymore, now that the meme of it has died down, but anybody's free to these names for whatever uses they want, if they want them :)

bonus lore to get it out of my head:

Yarrow-whisker was the previous medic before Quarrypaw, who has yet to gain their full status as a medicine cat in their absence

Geckopaw and Prairiepaw are siblings. Yewtail is only a so-so mentor at the best of times, so Foxfire effectively mentors them both. However, Prairiepaw has swooped in to support Yewtail when they decide to do something stupid and unsustainable on multiple occasions. they really shouldn't have been granted an apprentice tbh. i recently re-read Fire and Ice in the original warriors series so the parallels to Graystripe being a poor mentor to Brackenpaw are intentional

Skypelt came out of retirement to mentor Duskpaw, since they serve such similar real-life purposes. Skypelt doesn't understand everything their apprentice says or does but is generally supportive of such a similar application

Marsh-singer, Whitestep, and Thymeface are all siblings, and are collectively the youngest of the warriors (not accurate to the actual ages of the applications, but eh). to say they are all total gossips would be an understatement. they're also really interchangeable and forgettable. like the Runningwinds of apps.

depending on how positively you want to view the whole "reincarnation" trope some of the canon warriors books have, you could say that Tickpaw is a reincarnation of Musiclight. Otherwise, they just look really similar.

all of the "Cats Outside of Clans" cats are kittypets, with the notable exception of Furzebark, who is a banished rogue with a concerning amount of influence on the Clan(s?). maybe there's a whole band of rogues who are based on insidiously/surprisingly influential applications or online entities! various appstore/playsotre applications could fall under this category, as well as like. roblox, apparently. which is beyond weird to me since that's a game and not a wider application, but it got scarily profitable during lockdown, so...

Redpaw was Yewtail's sibling, but died during their apprenticeship. Probably to the same thing that killed Gravelpounce, but i have no idea what that would be

Flaxflower is generally considered WAY too old to still be alive (since the real internet explorer died a bit ago by now), but since he'd "find a way to be late to his own funeral", he has yet to kick the bucket.

the whole twittypet drama is EASILY the juiciest gossip the clan has had in ages, ESPECIALLY the half-clan checkmark-kits. in-universe, im interpreting the poor management of twitter that's been driving it into the ground irl as a negligent cat owner unintentionally driving their pet to spend more time outdoors with other cats (namely, dashclaw) to get away from them, which resulted in kittens. drummed-up anti-kittypet sentiment aside, many clan cats looking in on the situation just feel bad for her.

Vinewatcher is the most consistently "present" of the StarClan spirits, but is also the most consistently unhelpful. numerous potential prophecies later turned out to just be inside jokes of theirs they decided to continue rehashing into the afterlife. Quarrypaw, having not gotten much experience identifying what makes a legitimate prophecy yet, finds this exceptionally annoying behavior, and would like them to stop. They do not.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Week 7 - It’s just a cold, Izu!

Summary: Midoriya can’t handle his love ones being sick and Y/N can’t handle Izuku when he’s freaking out for no reason. The duo has their first proper fight but Mama Katsuki and Auntie Inko are here to help.

Warnings: Swear words, a bit of angst, Y/N has a cold.

First Part Master List

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Things went back to the good old ways after all the drama during the camp; Midoriya worked a full week without a single day off, you worked your ass off on your commissions to have some money to buy the latest hero merch, All Meowth continued to get fatter and fatter so you decided to alter his fancy ass feeder but even though Midoriya isn’t home at all he somehow still manages to change the settings back in those 5 fucking hours he’s home. It’s a pain.

Sometimes, Midoriya manages to get into his bed. Sometimes, he just sleeps on the sofa. And sometimes, more often than not, he just curls on himself by the end of your bed like a little stray cat and sleeps for a few hours, not even changing into his pajamas which usually ends up with you changing your bedding after finding mud or blood - or whatever pro hero Deku decided to roll himself into during his mission - on your sheets. Thankfully, Izuku has a super high tech washing machine x dryer combo with a built-in washing detergent and fabric softener dispenser, so the only work you need to do is fold it and put it away. That doesn’t make changing the sheets less annoying though. You might need to ask Midoriya if there’s a device for that too.

Are you bothered by Midoriya sleeping by your feet like a fucking dog? Yes.

Would you rather have him sleep like a normal human being, snuggled into your back cozily? Yes.

Will you ever tell him that? Probably no.

Well, listen. Things might be back to normal but your feelings are not. It’s nearly impossible for you to sleep on the days he decides to sleep in your room. He also mumbles a lot before he actually falls asleep, his mutters usually consist of him saying sorry and talking about consent and about his terrible day and you do respond, especially when he starts beating himself up for doing “the wrong thing” but you are quite sure he thinks it’s his mind speaking back to him in your voice by the way he just ignores them.

For your surprise, after his fifth day of working non-stop Midoriya actually manages to come home on time; and by “on time” you mean 8PM instead of the usual 2AM. You look at the poor guy like you’ve seen a ghost.

“What? I mean what are you doing here? I mean, you live here but… Are you hurt? Did something happen? Izuku, are you an apparition?” Your voice sounds really raspy compared to your usual sound but you blame it on not speaking for 5 days. “Oh, maybe you are just that holographic thingy you have in your bracelet.” You move towards the ghost by the entrance, grabbing his beautifully sculpted bicep to prove your point. Oh. “You are here. Wow.” You snicker awkwardly, giving his bicep another squish because… well… you fucking can.

“Sweet Pea, are you okay? You act a little bit weird and I’m not talking about the part where you squished my arms, twice, but… you don’t really sound coherent?”

“Nah, I’m all fine!” You laugh like a maniac, waving your hands in front of you so aggressively you almost knock one of Izuku’s ‘welcome figurines’ off the shoe cabinet.

Yes, you guys have a bunch of figurines by the entrance to welcome the guest, mostly of the Deku squad so they feel loved and cherished. “I’m peachy.” You try to laugh but your face contorts into something extremely unappealing right before you sneeze and headbutt the door frame. “Ahh, allergies.”

Okay, you have a confession to make…

You’ve been feeling under the weather for a while now. You were okay when you came back home, but on the third day, your throat got a bit itchy and your mind a bit fuzzy. That didn’t stop you from working through the whole day, drawing, cooking, taking care of the laundry and the garden and trying your best to scrub out the blood of Izuku’s dirty clothes which probably didn’t help with your worsening condition.

It’s really not that bad though. Back when you had a job you went in to work when you were sick with no problem at all. It’s really not the end of the world…

… for you.

Apparently, it is the end of the world for the hero in front you.

“I’m calling the hospital, Sweet Pea! Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me you’re feeling unwell, you could have died! Oh my god.” Midoriya freaks out completely. He throws all his stuff on the floor with a loud bang and comes closer to you, his palms on your forehead in only a millisecond.

“Izu come on, let’s watch a movie, I want to snuggle up! I haven’t seen you for 5 days! Also, stop bleeding over my bedsheets I had to change them three times this week! Just put on a bandaid or sleep without your clothes! Wait… no… don’t sleep in my bed without your clothes on, you might set my sheets on fire with your hot ass.”

Shut. Up. For the love of god, just shut up.

“Oh my god, you are burning up.” Midoriya declares, ignoring your rambles. Well, thank fuck for that.

“Aww, thank you!”

“No… I mean yes, but no, you have fever! It’s really dangerous to have a fever, Y/N!” He reprimands with tears pooling in his beautiful eyes and you can’t help but laugh.

“Says the guy whose life is literally in danger 14 hours a day. Come on now, change into your pj’s!” You try to pull the hero in by grabbing his hand on your forehead, but he doesn’t move.

Midoriya is having a meltdown. Internally. And externally as he can’t stop muttering. He drops on his knees right in front of you, hugs your legs and just mutters and mutters and mutters…

“It’s just a cold, love.” You kneel in front of him to swipe your fingers underneath his teary eyes to dry the skin. “Do heroes not get cold?”

“I should have realized something’s wrong, but your snores were so cute…”

“My what?!” You yell, trying your best not to cough all over the hero afterwards.

“You snored a bit yesterday. It’s was so adorable. I should have known you are getting sick. You never snore.”

The fact that he knows that makes you wonder how many times he ended up in your room without your knowledge and you should probably be concerned, but this is Mr. Green flag. He might not know the word ‘personal space’ but he can’t even hurt a fly. Literally.

You wanted to buy a Venus flytrap and Deku started crying because the plant is carnivorous and it would kill the flies around the house. You really had to stop yourself from telling him about where meat comes from. If Izuku would take a few seconds to think about that he would go vegan in a heartbeat.

Wait, how did you end up on this topic?

Also, why are you flying right now? Oh, Midoriya is taking you to your bed.

“Izu, I don’t want to sleep! I want to watch something!”

“You are going to bed and I’m going to get a bucket of water and a sponge. Then I’m going to the conbini to buy you medicine then I’ll cry in the shower.”

“Izu, you are overreacting.” You sigh. Yes, you do feel a bit weird but it’s really not that bad. This drama is uncalled for.

“Okay, I’m calling the ambulance.” Deku puts you down on your bed and gets his phone out to actually make a call. You really want to fangirl over the fact that his background is one of the pictures the gang took while camping and you are also on the picture but even with a high fever, you know that’s not the priority right now.

“Okay, okay, Izu, stop! Just.. whatever. Do whatever you want.” You give in, not even moving to get under your sheets. You can’t believe he came home sooner to be with you and you ended up like this.

“What about watching Netflix on your computer when your fever breaks?” Izuku asks, his hands caressing your forehead.

“Snuggles?”

“Snuggles.” Izuku smiles, tugging a stray hair behind your ears.

“Okay.”

~•🥦•~

Izuku really goes above and beyond to take care of you. He sponges your skin with tepid water to help the fever to go down, tugs you in like a baby so you can rest comfortably while he runs outside to find something for you to take. He comes back with a bag full of random stuff; there is a nose and throat spray, cold medicine - the super high end one you could never afford - throat sweets, vitamin C, pre-cut fruits and easy to eat stuff, Orange juice and a Deku plushie.

“I missed you.” You murmur as Izuku puts the stuff on a big tray and puts it on the bed.

“Have you eaten today?” Midoriya grumbles and you really hate the way he ignores you completely.

“Don’t be like this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m freaking out. Let me take care of you first, okay? Then I’ll be back to normal.”

“Gimme’ the Deku doll.” You command. Deku’s eyebrows rise at that.

“Excuse me? That’s for when I’m gone to patrol.” Deku reprimands, his eyes full of that weird kind of darkness again.

“Are you jealous of yourself, Izu-Izu?” You say mockingly.

“You know what, princess? You are not getting it. Nope. You’ve messed up.” Midoriya pouts while pointing his nose towards the ceiling offendedly.

“Give him to me, I’m a sick woman!” You move yourself up from the bed, aggressively trying to take the doll from Izuku. You manage to grab the poor fluffy thing so you yank it towards you but the hero comes with it; he ends up on top of you, giggling and laughing while you struggle to breathe. Midoriya pulls himself up to let you take a deep breath and you can’t help but look at his pretty and tired face up close; his eyes are shining in that weird way they usually do when you are around, gaze full of fondness and something else you can’t put your hands on; you look at his freckles and start counting them but there’s so many thanks to the sunny weather… at last, you look at his lips which you kissed by accident the other day.

Talking about that little accident…

“What if you get sick?”

“Why would I?” Midoriya smiles.

“I… we… kissed… on the peak. By accident.” You mumble nervously.

“Could you not say that right after you stared at my face for a whole minute, Sweets?”

“But staring at your face for a whole minute made me remember it.” You mumble like it’s common sense.

“You don’t have a filter when you have a fever, do you?” Midoriya giggles, but his shyness wins; he moves to the end of the bed, his face hidden in his hands awkwardly while his shoulders move with the laughter. After a few seconds, his tone changes into a serious one. “We barely get sick.” Midoriya admits. “We are always on edge, ready to fight. We are stubborn bastards who don’t let themself rest for long enough to be able to get sick.” Deku smiles into the nothingness with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“We should go on a holiday, Izu. To America, where All Might studied.” You sigh. “We could go to see his school, that famous street where he first debuted. Geeky stuff like that.”

“Sounds like a dream, Sweets.” Deku smiles for real this time and you really want to daydream a bit more but somehow you’re incapable of words; the sleep takes you without a warning and the world goes black.

You wake up after a few hours; it’s still dark outside, but it’s closer to the morning than to the night; or at least that’s what your body clock tells you. Next to you, there is a green mop of hair sprawled out on the second pillow you never use; he’s sleeping next to you but in a safe distance, unlike the other day when you woke up in his arms. You really miss the closeness, you miss everything about those three beautiful days; it’s harder and harder not to point out the elephant in the room and just end this sweet nothing and burn it to pieces for that 1% chance of your feelings being reciprocated. Apparently, Izuku is a vigilant sleeper; when a tiny sigh leaves your mouth he opens his eyes; without a single word he puts his palm on your forehead and starts his usual freak out session.

Honestly, this joke is getting old.

“Izu, stop freaking out, I’m actually feeling okay. My fever broke hours ago.” You stare at your shaking roomie with disappointment. “I’m literally tucked into 3 different comforters, of course I’m burning up. I’m quite sure I fell asleep in one, so why do I look like a burrito now?” You try your best to get out of the hellishly hot covers but Izuku looks at you with those freaking puppy eyes; he literally looks like a puppy who just peed on the carpet and feels bad about it. He’s the definition of a baby golden retriever.

“Let me get the sponge at least!” He murmurs almost silently with a little pout on his face. Adorable.

“Izu…”

“What about a lukewarm bath?” Midoriya pushes but you roll your eyes. “I’ll help you.”

This guy is ridiculous.

“You wish.” You snap back with a red face and if you wouldn’t be so ashamed you would have heard the almost silent “I do” murmured into his pillow.

“What did you say?”

“I said I need to go to work.” Midoriya grumbles, his sleepy voice more deep than usual. Oh no…

“Izu, are you grumpy right now?” You giggle and Midoriya really doesn’t appreciate that; he looks at you with an offended gaze. “Did you wanna have a lovely bubble bath with me and wash my back like you wanted in the camp?” You full on laugh now which ends up with you coughing a bit, which as per usual makes the greenette freak out for a good moment but after he checks your vitals and decides you are not about to die from a single cough, his angry pout is back.

“Shut up and take your Deku.” Midoriya tries to throw the stuffed version of himself to you and it lands on your face as your reflexes aren’t really good in your condition; you might feel better but there is definitely a long way until you can go back to your usual self. “Don’t make fun of me, I’ve grown up in a really loving and really touchy family. Once I tried to wash Kirishima’s back in the river and almost got Howitzer Impacted into the moon.” Midoriya admits and you burst out laughing.

“You did not…”

“I fucking did and he fucking let me. It almost cost my life.”

“Wow, you swear so much on this lovely morning.” You grin menacingly. “Did you not sleep well in MY BED?” You try your best to tease him flirtatiously; Midoriya was right, you have no filter when you’re sick. Oh well.

“You snored so much I couldn’t sleep well!” Izuku sticks his tongue out and you can’t believe his audacity.

“You cheeky little bitch, get out!” You whine and your green companion snickers as he leaves your room to get ready for his day. He comes back after a while in a full setup with a steaming cup of noodles in his hands.

“Eat this and take your medicine. Only leave the room if you really need to. Send me a message every hour if you don’t want me to jump in through the window which I will leave open just in case.” Midoriya mumbles, and you can’t help but giggle.

“We have a door you can use, I hope you know that.” You try to deadpan but your mouth doesn’t want to cooperate.

“Let me be extra, okay?!” The move Izuku made with his hands really makes you question his sexuality.

“I didn’t know you can be so sassy, Izu-Izu, I kinda like that.”

“Say that when there’s no snot dripping from your nose and I might get a little bit turned on.” Izuku fucking WINKS at you and leaves like the sassy bitch he is.

So let’s take a deep breath and think about the fact that Deku openly flirted with you, even though you look like you were just hit by a truck.

… and now freak the fuck out.

Yes, that will definitely help you to get better.

~•🥦•~

Well, Deku wasn’t joking when he said you need to message him every hour. If you were even a minute late, you woke up to a green blob staring at you from your window like a creep. It was kind of funny until you realized how dangerous this whole situation is; Deku is clearly not concentrating on his job properly which is not just a risk for his own health but to the people of the city as well. You need to do something about this.

“Hey, Katsuki.” You ramble into the phone with a husky voice. “I have a problem.”

“The fuck, freeloader! Are you hurt?! I’m coming over!” Katsuki is about to end the call but you stop him.

“I’m sick, don’t come here. I need your help with Izu.” You sigh. “He’s not concentrating on his work because of me. He’s around the house every hour, he’s absolutely lost it.”

“Fuck. He did that to me too when I was sick. Only happened once but fuck I make sure to eat my fucking vegetables since, he was an absolute emotional mess, crying and yapping by my fucking bed like I’m dying.” Katsuki tenses. “I’ll sort this out, you rest or whatever.” The line goes dead and the silence is back. You send a quick message to Midoriya that you are about to sleep and decide to close your eyes a bit; the sooner you get out of this mess the sooner you get your old roommate back.

~•🥦•~

The next time you open your eyes, Izuku’s sitting at the leg of the bed, hunched over; he looks banged up and really tired but he still smiles at you as you sit up.

“Hey, Sweet Pea.” His voice is rough. Something is not right. Something is…

Dripping. On the bed. From his side.

That’s fucking blood.

Okay, this is it. You are done.

“Midoriya Izuku, you are bleeding! What the fuck are you doing here and why are you not in a hospital?!” You yell but straining your voice probably wasn’t the best idea as you end up having a coughing fit. Midoriya tries to move and help you through it but even the smallest movement makes his breath hitch.

This is not funny anymore. “Why are you doing this?! How am I supposed to get better if all I can think of is you dying on the battlefield because of me?! Huh?! I’m really fucking done, Izuku! I don’t want you here! I want to sleep! I’m calling the hospital!” You cry to him, your eyes full of worry. It breaks your heart to talk to him like that, but he didn’t listen to you when you were nice and if you need to break your own heart to save his life, then so be it.

“I’m sorry, I only looked at my phone for one second…” he tries to explain, but fuck if that doesn’t make you even more angry.

“You looked at your phone in the middle of a fight?! I’m having a cold Midoriya, not a terminal illness that will take me away randomly!”

“Don’t call me that…” Midoriya’s eyes are full of tears and that only makes you cry harder; it’s extremely hard to breathe, your already stuffed nose not letting any air into your lungs. Your door gets smashed in suddenly and you both jump; Midoriya makes a tiny whine from the pain.

“Okay, this shit show ends now.” Bakugou barges in and puts Midoriya on his shoulders like he’s nothing but a sack of potatoes. “Deku, you are going to the hospital.” He grumbles. “Freeloader, you hide that fucking bedsheet before Auntie gets a heart attack when she comes in from the living room.”

“Mum is here?” Midoriya mumbles with a pale face. The weakness of his voice makes you cry again.

“Yes fucker, she’ll take care of your girlfriend while you get your ass treated. You are not going back to work today. We’re going to use your window so she won’t freak out. Now shut the fuck up and chill for the fucks sake, what kind of fucking drama is this anyway? Honestly, you need to get a grip, you fucker! She’s just fucking sick. Stop being an idiot!” Bakugou doesn’t stop talking as he jumps out of the window; you can hear him yelling at the greenette until their silhouettes disappear in the sea of skyscrapers. When you hear the footsteps coming from the living room, you quickly hide the top sheets under the bed.

“I heard a lot of yelling, are you okay?” Mama Midoriya comes in but she stops at the door when she sees your teary face. “Honey, what happened?” Inko runs over to hug you. You try your best to not cry even harder as she embraces you the same way a mother embraces her child.

“He doesn’t have any sense of self preservation, I can’t do this. It’s my fault, everything is my fault…” you bawl like a baby, your words so mumbled she probably can’t understand the half of it.

“Is there something bloody hidden under your bed, honey?” She mumbles into your ear and you freeze; Katsuki went above and beyond to make sure Inko doesn’t see his injured son yet you managed to mess up everything in the first 30 seconds. Well done.

“… N-no?” You stutter but Inko only laughs at that.

“Y/N, I know those two like the back of my hands. I heard yelling then Kacchan disappeared through the window, together with my son. I might be a working class woman but I’m not stupid.” The lady smiles. “I used to cry so much when my boy got injured but it’s the part of the job. I can’t believe they still try to hide this away from me. I was the one who treated Izuku’s wounds in the first few years. I was the one who washed his blood soaked clothes. Honestly, these two boys… they are a handful.”

“It was my fault, I’m sorry…” You try to apologize but Inko puts her hands on your mouth.

“Oh, shush now, Sweet Pea. It’s his own fault for not taking care of himself. He should have called me right away. This isn’t a first time I take care of his friends while he’s on duty. But I guess you are special. He wanted to take care of you himself.” Inko looks at you with a knowing look. “Don’t be too hard on him when he comes back, okay? He’s probably really heartbroken right now. He takes everything so seriously…”

“I yelled at him.” You sniffle. “I yelled at him and told him I don’t want him here. I didn’t mean it…”

“I know, honey. But you thought this is the best you can do to keep him safe. Thank you.” Inko keeps rubbing your back soothingly and the movement makes your sick brain feel super woozy - in a nice way. You could really sleep in Mama Midoriya’s arms. “Why don’t you close your eyes for a minute, honey? Let’s kick this cold in the butt so you two can make up and be happy again, yeah?” The soothing little circles lulls you to sleep really quickly; the next time you wake up it’s the next morning; you are alone in your room, there is water and breakfast ready for you by your bedside and there’s also a little pot of pink flowers sitting next to your pancakes. By the look of it, they were planted really quickly and you must add, really messily but you know these flowers; they are pink kisses, the flowers you made Midoriya buy for the garden when you first moved in. You really want to cry right now.

“Are you feeling better, honey?” Inko comes in with a sleepy face; you really hope she didn’t sleep on the sofa. Knowing Izuku, he probably let his mother sleep in his bed while he crashed on the sofa even though he’s hurt. You want to strangle that man and kiss him senseless, all at the same time.

“Much better, thank you. That disgusting thing with ginger really helped.” You giggle. “How is he?” You ask in a serious tone, worried. The poor guy went out into your garden and dug a flower out of the fucking dirt. He must feel so guilty for everything he’s done and probably has the wrong idea about your feelings as well. You really need to talk to him. As soon as possible.

“He’s okay… right, Izuku?” Inko smiles and suddenly, there is another green head in your view; Izuku looks so tired, his eyes red-rimmed and full of regret.

“Izu…” Things happen really quickly; Izuku is at the door one moment and in your bed in the next; he hugs you like he haven’t seen you for a year, grabbing your shirt anxiously while he buries his head into your neck. “I smell really bad…” you mumble self-consciously, but he only buries his head in deeper.

“I’m so sorry.” He sniffs and you really can’t take this anymore; you embrace the man so tightly he ends up making a little noise of discomfort.

“Ahh, sorry, did I hurt you? You got injured yesterday, I’m so sorry!” You ramble but Izuku only smiles. Inko slowly backs out of the room and closes the door behind her to give you some privacy. Bless that woman.

“I got healed by recovery girl, I’m fine. I’m sorry I made you worry and for being a ‘creepy ass fuck’ as Kacchan has said.” Poor Izuku looks so dejected you can’t help but caress his cheeks to cheer him up.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. You were hurt and I only made it worse for you. Look at your eyes, love, they are so red and puffy…” You barely realize what you’ve just said. It just slipped out without your knowledge. Oh, you really fucked up this time, you really…

“I love the sound of that nickname.” He mutters with a red face. “You are forgiven. You’ll always be forgiven, Sweet Pea.”

“And so will you, Izu.” You mutter back with teary eyes. “Whatever you do, I’ll be here, waiting for you to come home to me again.”

This is the last straw for your poor heart. You are in love with him. You can’t fucking lie to yourself anymore. He’s the most perfect creature you’ve ever met in your life with all his weird habits and stupid shenanigans. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You really need to take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second to not act on your instincts and kiss the man in front of you.

“Promise?” Deku smiles, his pinky lacing together with yours.

“Promise.”

~•🥦•~

After a few days, you feel good as new; at last, you can safely snuggle with your favorite roommate as you two enjoy a movie on this lovely afternoon.

“Hey, Sweet Pea…” Midoriya mumbles shyly. It weirdly sounds like a beginning of a question so you look up at the green haired hero. “So, my mom told me off for not listening to the doctors and getting glasses for home to read and to watch the TV, so… what do you think?”

“About you in glasses? Or about you being an insufferable little bitch about using them?” You grin when Izuku makes that funny squeaky noise he usually does when he’s being bullied.

“Excuse me, first of all, I’m not an insufferable little bitch about it, I just forgot to get my glasses done. Second of all, stop chatting with Kacchan when I’m not around.” Izuku pouts, so you give him a little kiss on his cheek to stop his incoming tantrum.

“You are literally so obsessed with him you have all his merch, is it really a bad thing if I sound like that?” You continue your teasing, because you are an asshole.

“Well, first of all…” Midoriya is about to start ranting but he gets cut off by your loud laugh.

“First of all, stop saying first of all over and over!” You talk back, still snuggled close to him, your hands playing with his fingers in his lap.

Yes, friendzone be damned, you two can’t stop touching each other since the fight, and no, not in that way, obviously, but you can’t lie, it is constant. Good morning kiss on the cheeks, good night kiss on the forehead, a ‘well done’ caress after finishing a commission, ‘thank fuck you are alive’ kiss on Izuku’s shoulder because you can’t reach his face properly without jumping up on him like a monkey, fingers entwining while watching a movie on the sofa, secret sniffs of the other’s skin after a shower… Long story short, it’s bad but neither of you really care at this point.

“I don’t want you to sound like Kacchan, because one is perfectly enough of him. Also, I’m getting those glasses, so if you see a new man sitting on the sofa, please refrain from attacking him with a mop again.” Izuku giggles, reminding you of your second encounter in the living room.

“Nah, I would know it’s you even if you take away all my senses.” You smile with a fond look on your face. You are so fucking obvious it’s actually hilarious.

“That’s highly unlikely, but I’m still fluttered.” Midoriya smiles back with a dorky look.

“Damn, you don’t even have your glasses yet but you already sound like a fucking nerd.”

“That’s it princess, you are going to the naughty jail!” Midoriya giggles and makes a move towards you. You look at him with questioning eyes.

“The wha… oh my god, Izu, stop!” You whine as the hero lands on top of you, viciously tickling you on your super ticklish sides, movie long forgotten. If you two end up staying in this position after tiring yourselves out by playfully fighting on the comfy sofa then falling asleep in each other’s arms, that’s no one’s fucking business.

Fuck, you really do sound like Katsuki these days.

~•🥦•~

EXTRA - A few days before

Deku’s mental health support group

Green oblivious idiot: Even her snores are cute…

Kacchan: Jesus ducking Christ Deku.

Kacchan: ducking

Shitty Hair: 🦆

Kacchan: I ducking hate you all.

Kacchan: Duck’s sake

Green, oblivious idiot: 🦆

Kacchan has left the group.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- This was actually supposed to be a 2 parter but I have so many chapters sitting in my notes I decided to post both of the chapters together haha I hope you enjoyed the little treat!

- The next chapter is my personal favorite one and guys… you are not ready.

- HEY VIETNAMESE FRIENDS, this story is being translated to Vietnamese by the lovely @tlam105! Thank you very much for your hard work! 🩷🩷🩷🩷 CLICK HERE IF YOU WANNA READ IT!!

- Eyy, Izuku has issues, man 😂 Someone needs to give that poor guy a chill pill. I’m really not sure how the heck did he manage to look at his phone during battle though, I’m quite sure he was hiding somewhere and that’s when he took his phone out, not in the middle of an actual battle but that doesn’t make it any better.

- I have a confession to make; I finished this story a few days ago and I’m really emotional right now 😂 the story will end with week 10, BUT! You know me and how much I love this story so there will be a second season! We will see more of Izuku’s weird habits in that one! It will just as fun as the first season was! 🥦 I already finished the new header for it 😂 I really hope you like the ending! (which ain’t an ending but you know what I mean.)

- My boyfriend is cutting onions and I can’t see from the tears so if there’s a mistake in the potato ramble bit I’m sorry I’m literally blind. TMI, I know.

See you next week! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! I love to hear your thoughts! 🥦🩷

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[greansebug]

The Show Must Go On

Huh.

...it's over.

...You've done it.

...Why don't you feel accomplished?

You, slayer of demons.

You saved... well, everyone.

...so why does it feel like a statistic to you?

You gaze out, over the rotten, sludge and garbage filled wastes below- but not before briefly losing your balance on the pole you cling to and damn near having a heart attack...

...It's supposed to be over.

It is over.

You killed her.

...are you not proud? Not proud of yourself?

You put an end to it.

All of it.

And yet, watching her fur char and wither as her lifeless body went up in flames on that bonfire...

...You felt nothing.

Not a thought crossed your mind, not even after all left the procession.

All but you.

And now, here you stand- or, rather, hang- as you feel just as lost as you already were.

Yu hear a deep, rumbling growl from the skies, booming down upon you, your ears automatically pinning back against your skull.

You know what to do.

You waste no time flinging yourself off of the pole you dangle from, precariously landing on another- before toppling over and landing face-first in the mud.

It appears your expertise has not helped much for your proficiency in survival.

Anyhow, you slither through the small entry shaft, small whirrs and clanks of ancient mechanisms ringing through your sensitive eardrums as you fall, slipping deeper through the cramped, claustrophobic pipe, until-

Pop.

You slide out from the exit shaft and land neatly on your feet.Well, you're better at something, at least.

The shelter looks the same as all the others. Cracked and old... it looks as if it barely holds up. And yet, strangely, it does.

A small, pitiful fire pit sits in the middle of the shelter. It is truly miraculous that fire is even possible in this humid environment, even down here, deep below the surface.

You know the drill.

You walk over to the center, seating yourself by the miniscule, ashen pile of charred wood and blackened rubbish...

You could barely even call it a fire pit.

Small pieces of rock-like junk encircle a small collection of flammable material bathed in swathes of ash... You wonder if it can even be lit anymore.

Despite your skepticism, you retrieve a small pouch from your belt...

One that your mother had passed down to you from many years past...

...and took a pinch of fine, red powder from the hide-fashoned strap.

Sprinkling it upon the shoddy, burnt splinters of wood, you lean down, blowing on it softly, sparking a couple small embers- and slowly, but surely, kindling the ash just barely and bringing the flickers of flame to life.

Though small, the fire still burned. Begging to be fanned and given life.

You lean back, propping your arm up on your knee...

...and you finally understand.

You don't feel unworthy, nor unaccomplished.

Simply resigned. Understanding that even after all that has came before you... the show goes on.

The cycle continues, it simply must.

For it is all you know.

@thunder-opossum Had an idea and decided to put it on paper. It's 2 am, so I doubted it was gonna be great, but I needed to put my idea to a use of some kind, and I'm on a bit of a writing kick rn.

Context for the weird fire thing at the end:

A head canon of mine is that Slugcats have a tradition. At the end of every cycle, they ignite a small fire, signifying their ideology of continued survival, even if they're just prolonging the inevitable. The world may be a dying ember by this time, but it is there- and albeit without purpose, surviving is all they know.

The red powder is my interpretation of the weird red stuff Arti puts on grenades to make them explosive. Considering other Slugcats can craft explosives, I took it as some sort of universal thing that all of them had, especially for the weird fire-shelter-tradition thingy.

Also, referring to Sizzle in the second person.

p.s. probably also there's some symbolism with how Arti was burned and how the fire represents the cycle and survival and the world and how Arti was consumed by the cycle but I'm not smart enough to understand it

[cinnbar-bun]

How I Make Scrapbook Pages! (ft Kishibe Rohan)

This was requested by @rateater69 (so sorry for taking forever to make this), and here it is!

Just a notice, uh, I’m not a professional (lol) nor am I saying you have to do it like this. I will just say that I tend to do things on the fly and that scrapbooking should be messy and fun for you, not some anxiety inducing activity that makes you worry about being “perfect”. Before I began doing it myself, I saw a couple videos online on instagram, you can always check them out to get some inspiration.

With that being said, let’s begin! My “instructions” will be below the cut in a messy and scatterbrained manner as I make a scrapbook for Kishibe Rohan.

First off, you need your supplies! You can always, always, alwaaaaays use whatever random stuff is in your house, but I use a few things consistently.

A notebook (or paper, or whatever material you decide to do this on)

Craft tweezers, usually on the thinner with a curved edge.

That spatula thingy to smooth the edges and make sure there are no bumps

Double sided tape roller (truly one of the best things out there)

Scissors, obviously!

This is what I use but hey man, glue, regular tape, your own hand, and washi tape will get the job done just fine.

Now, I’m a recovering stationary hoarder (hence why I decided to make these pages so I can actually USE my things) so I have plenty of this stuff laying around. You can find this stuff easy on places like Amazon, Aliexpress, Five Below, your local craft stores, etc.- up to you where you get them you can find random stickers anywhere.

So the character I chose to make this page on is none other than my beloved Rohannie 💖 the brainworms got me so why not let it out with this.

I don’t have any stickers of him available so the next thing I do is print out photos I like and want to use. I limit it usually to 2-3 pics of varying size because my notebook is smaller.

(Yes the shirtless and wet Rohan pic was so necessary)

I begin by cutting them out and then playing around with where I think I’d want them. It’s not really an exact science or anything I just look and see how I feel.

I really wanted to incorporate the “book” part of Rohan’s abilities into this page and was considering using this old vintage letter sticker, BUT THEN I HAD A BRAIN BLAST.

I had this old freaking book lying around my room with nothing to do, so what better way than to put it in?

I was feeling ~romantical~ and decided to choose Shakespeare Sonnet 130 to go in it.

Skipping a few boring steps along, boom, I cut the page, lay out the photos of him, and some other stickers that catch my fancy. I’m vibing with the layout so I continue!

I first added another sticker underneath the painting and decided that I was pretty cool with how it looked.

Then I put a bit of washi tape there and then used the double sided tape to tape the book page to my notebook.

Okay accidentally missed a few steps but I chose some washi tape that intrigued me and smacked them on the page. Theres literally no rhyme or reason I just chose them in that way because it’s fun. I liked the circular ones for a bit more color and to match with the funky background of that smaller Rohan pic.

I then laid the Rohan photo overtop with the double sided tape, then added a small stamp sticker!

Okay I missed a couple steps again but I laid the second picture, placing it down with the washi tape I chose. I then added a fun line of words that I felt matched him.

I put the frame around the shirtless Rohan pic (memorialized now in my notebook <3) and that made me "done" with the main pieces I had. I felt there was a lot of empty space so I chose to add a (what a coincidence-) a Shakespeare quote sticker and another stamp to finish it off.

This is the final product and I'm pretty proud of how it turned out! Again, scrapbooking is not something I go into fully with a plan, it's just something I 'feel' then 'do'. You may find different materials or ways to do this, and hey, whatever makes you happy and makes it easier for you is best practice. And since most of these are stickers and washi tape, you can easily peel them off if you make a mistake (which I did even in this page).

That's really all my 'instructions' on how I do this, but if you have any other questions, please feel free to ask!

[little-birdseeker]

I wish you'd write a fic about... Isabelle learning her love of clothing from her parents!

"Mooom? What are you doooing there? Mooom!!" In her curiosity, Isabelle circled her mother who was working on something at the table.

"Are you making a saaail? Like daaad does? With those staaabby stabs?" She didn't know what her mother was doing there exactly, but most certainly she had seen this movement before! Dad was working like that when she sneaked to his work every now and then!!

"Isabelle, please. As I said, just wait a little longer, I will show it to you soon enough. And no, I'm not making a sail", her mother laughed. "Well, perhaps I could, for a very tiny boat."

"The tiiiniest boat!!", Isabelle exclaimed full of excitment. How tiny it would be? Could she sit on such a boat? It must be a very cute, being that tiny! Someday she would see the tiny boat for sure!!

...but the tiny boat had distracted her from the important thingy right now! Her mother!! "If no tiny saaail, what eeelse are your stabby stabbing? Tell meee!!"

"Just you wait - or else, if you keep distracting me, it will take me even longer to finish", her mother explained, and that was it. No further explanation. What a bummer.

So instead of trying to convince her mother to explain her doings, she tried a new tactic! She moved one of the chairs, sat onto it... and watched. Diligently. Absorbing all the movements.

Stabby. String through the red cloth. Stabby. String through the red cloth. Stabby. String through the-

A full minute went by until Isabelle gave up. Nothing interesting happened, besides the lil pointy thing - what was it called? Stabby. Stabby it was now. Well, Stabby went through the cloth and that was it. How could something be so interesting yet so boooring at the same time?!

So instead of watching her mother continue whatever she was doing, Isabelle headed to her room and got her doll. Lilly. A Miqo'te doll, with tiny lil ears and a tiny fluffy tail! Someday, she would also have such a fluffy tail, Isabelle hoped. Mom had told her she'll have one, one day, once her lil fluffy stub grew out!

As expected, Mom had also no intention to tell Lilly about her doings as well, so instead of disturbing her any further, she decided to have another grand adventure through the living room. While keeping an eye out for her mother - who knew when she would finish, after all!

Just as Lilly decided, that she, once again, should climb and walk the big and soft couch, she noticed the change of movements of her mother. The grand exploration had to wait, now it was time to see what secrets were kept from her!

"Isabe- Oh, you are here already, huh?", her mother chuckled as Isabelle appeared immediately in front of her.

"What is iiit? Show meee!!" Isabelle seemed to explode from her own curiosity. In awe, she watched her mother lift the red cloth from the desk, and...

"It's a... uuuuhm..." "A dress, Isa. For you. You complained about not having your own clothes, so I thought it was time you get one for yourself."

"A dreeess?! For meee?!" Even though the dress was plain, without any decorations or something noteworthy to begin with, Isabelle couldn't take her eyes of from it. Gears were starting to turn, slowly.

"So, let's try it on, shall we? Lift you arms, yes, right this, give me your dress..." In a quick minute, her old dress Isabelle had worn was switched with the new dress. And Isabelle couldn't be happier about it.

It was cute! And even better: It was red! The bestest of all the colors, as Isabelle had decided at least a year ago. Followed by pink and purple, by some margin. And now, with this dress, she was cute! And red!

And as the gears were rattling in her head, Isabelle came to some mindboggling ideas. For now, clothing has been a rather... abstract concept for Isabelle. Clothing has come out of the wardrobe. Her clothing, at least. Some could be bought as well, but that was it. But this meant, that there was more to it. Clothing could come in various forms and colors - like this very new red dress. It could be adjusted to anyone and made by anyone. Like her mother, or, more importantly, herself. AND it could be made as cute as she wanted!

"So? Does it fit? Do you like it?", her mother asked, also a bit worried as Isabelle had been silent and - even more concerning - staying still for quite a moment.

"I looooooove it!!!", Isabelle finally exclaimed. "It's so cuuute! And so reeed! It's juuust like i wanted it! Thaaank you, mom!!" The biggest and tightest hug she could muster followed.

"I want to make one toooo!! Shooow me!", Isabelle stated right after the hug. "Uhm, that's, uh-", her mother tried to reply, but the descision had been made. There was no way to stop Isabelle now. "Showmeshowmeshowmeshowmeeeeee!! Pleeeeease!!"

It was certainly not the reaction, her mother had expected. But who could say no to his own child, especially if she was far more enthusiastic then she had ever been?

"Oookay, Isa, I will show you. But you have to be very careful, okay? Those needles are sharp! And a whole dress might be a bit too much for the beginning...", her mother sighed. "But I wanna make one myseeelf!" "Isa, we can't- well, what about Lilly? Why not make one for her? She wants a new dress as well, doesn't she?"

Isabelle gasped in shock. She was so right! She could make a dress for Lilly, so she had some more to wear! And change her dresses!! And afterwards, more for herself! And then for Lilly again!

"Liiilly!", she Isabelle shouted as she ran back to the couch, where she had left her doll. "Liiilly, looook! Look at my dreeess! Mooom made it for me! And III will make one for you, juuust you wait!"

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So. First of all: I am SO sorry it took me so long to answer, but Dawntrail happened and I had to think of something first but HERE WE ARE! Thank you so much, @scholarlostintime, for this ask! I love the idea and what came from it!! I really had to write it and i was thinking about it over the last weeks again and again!

Second of all: Sorry for making this kinda lengthly but... but it had to be! It sometimes be like that, we all know that!

And in the end, what else is there to talk about? Well, from that point on you can very much expect her to train hard to improve more and more. Probably with dads help as well, I mean he is a capable weaver as well. And, uhm... well, in the end, it kinda was a calling, I guess?

Also imagine how many dresses she must have made for Lilly. All of them probably be kept at her parents home, waiting to be taken with her to her home. If it hasn't happen already.

Anyway, enough rambling for today! Hope you and everyone else enjoyed this writing, and have a nice day <3

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

'Stuck' for the writing prompts, for whoever you'd like to write about! (--@space-writes)

@space-writes I'm so sorry this took forever--I changed ideas twice before just deciding to continue with the Isaac/Kinslayer theme. So, uh, hope you enjoy gay stuff happening on a ship?

From this list of sexy prompt asks

Words: 2,493

Summary: While exploring the lower decks of a beached shipwreck, Isaac tries an unconventional shortcut. He doesn't regret it, not exactly.

Content Advisory: Possible claustrophobia trigger (being stuck/trapped in an enclosed space), suggestive touching, teasing, power dynamics play, spanking, look the first part of this is pretty silly, I'll mark the spot where things become spicier later on for those who want to opt out, and include an advisory about the sexy stuff beneath that cut off point

It was the first time Isaac had ever seen Kinslayer look surprised. As soon as they’d come through the watertight door and saw him their brows shot up—their mouth even fell open a bit. Given the circumstances, he couldn’t exactly congratulate himself.

“Help,” Isaac said, voice tiny.

They crossed the room, boots clomping on steel grating, until they stood in front of him. “The hell happened to you, bookworm?”

He tried to sigh, but the pressure around his ribs when he inhaled that deeply was too much. “I was trying to get back to the upper decks…”

“Uh-huh.”

“…but I got turned around somehow. All these ship passageways look alike.”

“That much I figured when you started calling for me with your thoughts. But why’re you halfway sticking out of the goddamn bulkhead?”

How good was their night vision? Good enough not to need a flashlight, apparently, but hopefully not enough to see how embarrassed he looked. “Well. Uh. I was looking for, er, the way out. And I happened to peek through that, that tube thingy with the metal trays hanging in front?”

“The cable ways, yeah.”

“I shone the light through that and spotted some steps. Over there.” Forlornly, Isaac pointed to the narrow staircase on the other side of the room. (Or what had Anaru said they were called on a ship? Compartments?)

“And lemme guess. You couldn’t find the door, so you tried to shimmy in through that vent and got yourself stuck instead.” Even in the gloom, he noticed their shoulders shaking.

Isaac huffed. “Don’t laugh.”

“Little too late for that, bookworm. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll get you out of there.”

“My hero.”

“If you’re going to sass me, though…”

“Okay, okay! Please just get me out of here. I’m probably already going to need a tetanus shot.”

“You want me to grab hold of your arms and pull?”

“No, I think that might just make it worse. If you pull from behind that should work—I can’t back out myself because my feet don’t quite reach the floor now.”

Kinslayer patted him on the head despite his scowling. “Give me a minute to find the passageway.”

Then there was nothing for him to do except wait. Isaac did his best to keep from imagining anything spooky lurking in the dark corners, or just outside his flashlight beam. Given that whole misadventure with Elfy the last time he’d explored a wrecked old ship, it wasn’t easy.

A light touch slid along the outside of his thigh and made him twitch in alarm.

“Easy, bookworm,” came Kinslayer’s voice, muffled by the metal wall separating them.

His heart shifted down a gear. “Get me out of here.”

“All right, let’s see what’s what.”

Isaac tried not to squirm as their hands roamed around, gently prodding at where his hips met the vent. Mostly. One wandered over to rest on his ass. Not squeezing or anything, just…there.

“What do you, um, think?”

“Well, looks like the waistband of your jeans could be holding you up. Might have to shuck ‘em.”

“Are you serious?” His voice had risen an octave or two.

“Could always just bring you food and water three times a day, if you wanna stay. Leave you some reading material.”

“Haha. Just…just do whatever you need to.”

His face grew hot as Kinslayer slipped a hand around to his front, working it between his abdomen and the vent enough to pop the button on his jeans. Isaac chewed his lips and tried to distract himself by listing every breed of dog he knew while they peeled the denim off his helplessly dangling legs, leaving it bunched around his ankles. A startled little yip leapt from his throat when their fingers dug into his hips.

“Ah, are you going to…erm…”

“Gonna what?”

“Help me?” His voice and the hope in it were too faint to even echo.

“Hmm. I dunno. Maybe if you ask real nice.”

“O-kay. Um. Help me…please?”

The smack on his ass, when it came, made him drop his flashlight; it went rolling across the floor, causing wild shadows to flit over the walls. Though of course it was futile, Isaac attempted to twist around and stare at Kinslayer in disbelief.

“You can do better than that, bookworm. Go on. Once more, with feeling.”

He kept perfectly still, brain whirring. Did they really want him to…what? Plead? Submit? Kinslayer had always discussed that kind of scenario with him beforehand. Then again, they did enjoy pushing his buttons—nudging him out of his comfort zones. Maybe this was just an unexpected opportunity to mess with him.

“What happens if I don’t?” The direct approach rarely went wrong.

It stung a bit, the second smack. “Then I spank this cute little ass until it glows like Rudolph’s nose on Christmas Eve.”

He gulped. “If I ask—if I beg…you’ll let me go?”

Two strikes landed in quick succession, making tears prickle in his eyes. “Naw, doubt it.”

“But that’s not fair!”

“It is fun, though.”

“For you maybe!”

!!! Explicit Scene Starts Below !!!

Content Advisory: Spanking, dirty talk, mild/referenced sadism, submission, anal fingering, brief degradation/humiliation, suggested group sex, we're basically watching Isaac unlock a new kink in real-time here

Kinslayer rested a hand on his flank. Gently, but it still made him flinch like he’d been jabbed with a thumbtack.

“Isaac.” Their voice had lowered to a purr—a growl?—that made the hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention.

“What?” he snapped.

“Are you hard?”

His mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

“Are you?” they pressed, giving him a motivating slap.

“No!” Not all the way at least—he probably wouldn’t have even noticed his body reacting if they hadn’t brought it up.

Kinslayer’s laughter was felt more than heard, a subtle tremor in the air. Or maybe Isaac had just started shivering. “Liar.”

“I’m not—”

His protests earned a flurry of blows that made Isaac yelp and kick as much as the jeans still comically hanging around his ankles would allow. Metal edges dug into his ribs as he attempted to twist, turn, do anything to free himself and avoid the relentless palm from colliding with his backside again.

“Had enough?” Kinslayer asked, mercifully giving him a break. “You ready to admit defeat?”

He grit his teeth, sweat tickling the back of his neck and glueing his curls to his skin. “You wish.”

Hands were on him again, tugging off his boxers. Cinders singed his nerves as Kinslayer dragged their short nails down the curve of one asscheek. “You’re right. I do wish.”

Shit. Now he really was—

He couldn’t help it if his body reacted, though. It was the cool air, being naked yet half-dressed at the same time, the way their voice made his skin flush hot all over, and—Isaac shook his head to clear the rosy haze from his thoughts. It simply wasn’t fair. He couldn’t disobey or misbehave like this. The best he could do was sulk, but his heart wouldn’t be in it.

“Isaac. Am I going to have to beat an answer out of you?”

It wasn’t fair. Although…that didn’t mean he was helpless. Not completely.

“You wouldn’t.” He paused, heart hammering against the sheet metal imprisoning him. “You can’t.” Not quite his usual style of defiance, but it scratched the itch he hadn’t been able to reach before.

Somehow, he could sense Kinslayer’s expression change. In his mind’s eye, he saw a grin creep across their face, revealing a sharp crescent of teeth. Isaac took a shaky breath and wondered what, exactly, it said about him that fear wasn’t driving his pulse.

A hit with the most force behind it yet landed, sending his thoughts scattering like a break across a billiard table. Then another. And another, so close on the heels of the last that the stinging pain overlapped, intensifying. Kinslayer fell into a devious rhythm, striking the same spot until it felt branded, the shape of their hand seared into his flesh. Right at the edge of Isaac’s breaking point, though, they’d shift to the other side, starting the whole torturous process again. The compartment soon echoed with curses, cries, and, eventually, sobs.

“Okay, okay!” he finally gasped. “You win! Stop! Please!”

“Had enough, huh?”

“Yes, I’ll be good!”

“Oh, bookworm, it was never about you being good or bad.”

Swiping sweat from his eyes and still catching his breath, Isaac thought hard. What had they said? Not fair, but fun. He relaxed as much as his aching body would allow.

“It doesn’t matter.” His voice stayed surprisingly steady. “Because I’m stuck. You can do whatever you want to me right now, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.”

Kinslayer’s pleased hum reverberated up and down his spine. “See? I knew you’d get it sooner or later. Glad we’re on the same page.”

There was a rustle of fabric. Not like they were undressing, but maybe…going through the pockets of their jacket? Isaac’s brows pinched as he listened, focused on what was coming next.

Of all the things he’d imagined, slick fingers sliding between his cheeks hadn’t made the list. Isaac jumped and hissed, the touch like dragging a live wire across his raw skin.

“I do believe you’ve earned a little treat, though,” Kinslayer told him. “Whaddaya say?”

“It’s up to you,” he said through gritted teeth and contrary to every instinct.

“Mmm. Now you’re starting to get it.”

A fingertip began to stroke his hole, setting off a wave of tingles that blended with the pain in a way that made him wish he could arch his back. He wriggled, but a hand gripped his hip. Breathing through his nose, Isaac made himself go still again. The insistence behind the caresses increased. His body didn’t put up much of a fight, allowing Kinslayer to push one long finger into him. Isaac shoved a fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles to keep quiet. Just because they had him dead to rights didn’t mean he had to broadcast how much it was turning him on. Or how fucking well the burn of being breached complemented the heat radiating from his oversensitive skin. They could read his thoughts if they wanted to know, so he wouldn’t bother admitting it out loud. Definitely wouldn’t beg for more, harder, faster, please and thank you. He wouldn’t.

Luckily, Kinslayer wasn’t asking for input. “You know, as cute as you are when you’re full of vim and vinegar, we ought to do this more often. Well, not the ‘stuck in a vent’ thing. More the ‘at my mercy’ part, I mean. Though, being in this wreck does bring back some fond memories.”

They withdrew their finger enough to add a second. Pressure and resistance as they filled him partway, then retreated a fraction only to thrust in deeper, working him open. Curling, both digits pressed upwards, seeking an angle of attack that would destroy any illusion of defiance he had left. The anticipation, simply knowing Kinslayer was going to win, to prod and pet until they made him—

Isaac gripped the flange of the vent and wished his legs would stop quivering.

“I worked on dozens of ships in the old days, before steam engines became common. Expeditions, piracy, whaling. Did I ever mention that?” Kinslayer continued. “I usually wound up around second or third command. You know, something like a bosun or mate. That way, I’d be the one who got to give the lashings and break green sailors to my will.”

Though he’d been braced for it, Isaac couldn’t hold back a sharp, stuttering inhale when they hit a place inside of him just so. Every stroke melted his bones and organs further into liquid pleasure. It dribbled down the ladder of his ribcage, thick and warm, to pool in his belly and settle heavily between his thighs. By the end, there’d be nothing left of him but a quivering puddle on the floor.

“You know how much fun I would’ve had if I’d found you like this on one of my ships, bookworm? I would’ve whipped you until you had more stripes than a zebra. Maybe, if I was feeling generous, I would’ve invited a couple of deckhands to join me so we could take turns with you.”

A choked whimper escaped his throat. Isaac hid his face behind his hands as Kinslayer laughed, low, dark, devoid of pity.

“Well, how about that? Never took you for an exhibitionist.”

He wasn’t. Not really. No matter what sounds came out of him.

“Or is it the thought of being helpless that’s got you hot under the collar? Getting spanked, being fucked while you can’t do a damn thing about it? Being used like the pretty toy you are?”

Couldn’t hide the noises anymore. Couldn’t keep them back. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care anymore. Just as long as Kinslayer didn’t stop. As long as he was allowed—

“You going to come like this, Isaac? Going to disgrace yourself?”

His voice was wrecked, in tatters. “If you want me to.”

Their other hand wrapped around his cock, easily gliding from tip to base and back. “Good answer.”

Lightning split Isaac asunder. Pleasure, white-hot, crackled through his spine, boiled his blood to rust-colored steam, withered his muscle fibers to ash, and gave him a glimpse of heaven before he drifted back down to earth. He hung limp, catching his breath in gasps. His aches and pains had grown distant. Were of a past lifetime. Forgotten.

Something squeezed in on either side of his ribs, grabbed ahold, and pulled him free as easy as pie. He tried to glare up at Kinslayer’s smirking face as they held him, arms wrapped around his waist. More than likely he just looked dazed and drowsy.

“You with me, bookworm?”

“Mm-hm.” Jerk.

They had one of their quiet, shoulder shaking laughs at his expense while they propped him against the wall. Bulkhead. Whatever. Using a little pack of wipes, they helped clean him up enough to get his clothing back in order. He winced as the waistband of his boxers and jeans slid up and over his ass.

“Som…” Isaac cleared his hoarse throat. “Something you learned from life at sea?”

One of Kinslayer’s brows quirked.

He pointed at the pack. “Always be prepared?”

“Oh, sure.” They tucked it back into the appropriate jacket pocket. “Modern lube keeps better than whale oil too.”

Isaac opened his mouth, then let it fall shut. Maybe his curiosity could stand to leave some stones unturned.

“Well, upsy-daisy, bookworm.”

“Wha—” He flailed as he was manhandled into being carried over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Can’t let you walk all the way up to the weather deck, can I? Denim’ll chafe your tender hide before I can tend to it. Unless you object?”

He heaved a sigh, though that didn’t stop him from relaxing, letting his arms dangle down their back. “Do I really have a choice?”

“You catch on real quick.”

[vermillion-bloodmoon]

(TSAMS Continuity AU) Shreds In His Fangs

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Celestial Family Mansion

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Terry had been texted that the Celestial Family had finally decided to get a new home due to the amount of people living at the island home increasing quite a bit, which did include him. Harvest was still overly worried about Lunar having access to Terry despite Terry clearing the air about attacking Lunar like he did, so Sun had wholeheartedly agreed to letting Terry stay with the Celestial Family. Besides, Sun couldn't help but have protective feelings towards the little gator due to their mental age being....varied, the oldest being an immature 19 year-old.

Terry sighed as he finally made it to the front door with their things in a bunch of bins tetris-style stacked on one of those red wagons you can find in an average human family's garage. He then knocked rapidly on the front door, which was opened up by Soliel since they had been on the couch watching Blue Exorcist.

Soliel: Terry, you made it bug!

Terry: Yeaaaah I made it! Now, um...I did end up having to take a bit of a detour on the way...

Soliel: Huh....so that's why you came so late. It's almost midnight now....lemme help you get settled, Sun said you can have the bedroom that's beside the office area here.

Terry managed to somehow drag the wagon with the bins on it through the doorway and followed Soliel to the bedroom beside the office area next to the front entrance. The bedroom itself was cozy and big enough to house Terry and his things. Soliel would help Terry unpack his things from the wagon.

Terry: I'm actually kinda glad to be sharing a house with people again....don't get me wrong, being independent was nice but blahblahblah-

Soliel had tuned Terry out because they had noticed shreds of....something...in Terry's fangs. They recoiled internally in slight disgust, they thought they told Terry that he should be brushing his fangs out thoroughly after he ate!

Soliel: Terry....what is that in your fangs??

Terry stopped talking for a moment. Shit, right, Soliel's a sun model, she's gonna have some of their programming quirks.

Terry: Oh, uh, right. So about that detour...I did have to take one because some guys were in a fight and a huge crowd of people were gathered around it, so I had to take a shortcut through a wooded area. And then I ran into a dark star thingy, Rez I think his name was? Um....anyway, he kinda looked grape flavored and I had been getting hungry so...

Soliel: No....!

Terry: Yeah I ended up eating Rez and I think all his dark star energy/power got absorbed into the wither shard-

Soliel: TERRY T. GATOR!!!

Terry squeaked as he got grabbed by the scruff of his hoodie and dragged to the closest bathroom.

Soliel: You don't just eat people, let alone dark star people!! You have any idea how that stuff could effect you?? Hell, those shreds of Rez in your fangs could have some horrible effect!

Soliel had to pry Terry's jaw open to scrub at his fangs, Terry letting out squeals and screeches of protest as they lashed about in Soliel's grip.

Terry: WAAAAGH WHAT'S THE ISSUE REZ WAS A VILLAIN!?

Soliel: You still don't just eat random things like that, it's bad for your health!

Terry: SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEE!!!

Soliel: You are NOT getting out of this!

Terry: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!!!!!

And with that, Terry was stuck getting his fangs flushed out by Soliel for several hours.

[cosmicheartz]

Concept for a new lamb im working on + a seperate continuity thingy

Their Name is Maveth ( They/He )

He’s Solanges cousin ( he’s dead in her universe/continuity and she’s dead in theirs) and the universe they’re in is identical to Solanges but he’s the last surviving lamb ( regarding the lands of old faith ) instead

Still workshopping the storyline but some basic stuff

- Older than Solange ( he’s like late 20s-early 30s )

- unlabeled sexuality but is polyam

- A lot more morally grey than Solange ( like I’m talking a lot more fucked up in terms of morals to the point where it rlly blurs the line between morally grey and actually evil )

- Less hung up abt being a cult leader than Solange but is still bitter abt the whole situation ( also sometimes worries abt the whole power imbalance thing with him and his spouse/spouses )

- Does care abt their followers to varying degrees ( granted they care more abt certain ones than others ) but is very distant and closed off along with masking his true emotions from most of them.

- Despite that closed offness they’re very well respected by his followers. They present themselves as a mostly benevolent leader in public and only shows their more sadistic side when it comes to dealing with spies and particularly stubborn dissenters ( and a secret third thing you’ll find out very soon enough ). 

- Has a very inflated sense of justice and seeks revenge on the bishops for not just what they did to the sheepfolk but for everyone who was mistreated and fucked over by them ( and eventually this includes them enacting revenge on Narinder for the shit he did )

- Maveth and Naris relationship is genuinely awful, Maveth “spared” Narinder just to lock him in the temples basement and tortured him ( both physically and mentally/psychologically ). Narinder is now a husk of himself that prays for Maveth to get bored of torturing him and just kill him permanently

Here’s a list of the shit Maveth has done/does to Nari ( Major fucking general trigger warning bc it’s pretty gnarly ( some specific tws include declawing, eye gouging, forced cannibalism etc )

+ beheads him and revives him ( this is the first thing they do )

+ declaws him

+ gouges out his third eye

+ physical abuse of many flavors ( particularly flagellation )

+ deprivation of food, drink, and sleep

+ extreme psychological torture

+ force Nari to eat some truly vile shit ( literally and figuratively )

+ keeps Nari chained up to make sure he doesn’t escape or fight back

+ often drugs Nari with menticide mushrooms to keep him “ docile “

+ force Nari to eat the carcass of Kallamar ( Maveth used Kallamar for food after he fought his purged form and killed him im his mortal form. They passed it off to his followers as the typical squid from pilgrims passage )

- As implied before Maveth does not even entertain the idea of bringing the bishops back to their cult. They decide to just kill them after releasing them from purgatory

- the bishops deaths weren’t pretty either ( as shown with the fact Maveth literally uses Kallamar for food after )

- Maveths Followers do not know what Maveth is doing with Nari, They assumed they just ended up killing him or that Nari ran away.

- I’m still figuring out their other spouses ( if I give them more than one ) but one I have developed is a rabbit named Cheryl ( might make a separate post on her )

- Maveth cares deeply for his spouses ( especially Cheryl ) and they’re the few people he lets his guard down for. Though I’m not exactly sure if their relationship/s with them are exactly healthy though

[reuska]

How things I make for my HC end up being in Genshin

I will share with you a matter of great pride for me ♥ I've wanted to write a post like this for quite some time but there was never enough time.

Some of you might be familiar with my Genshin OC Hette (eventually known also as Vesna and Silver). I created her sometime during Year 1 of Genshin and her story started and was meant to remain in Mondstadt first. But as my preferences changed (the interaction target moved from Diluc to Zhongli), her story just naturally, in small chunks, progressed from Mond to Liyue. I didn't rewrite it, I simply continued. It was incredibly fun to watch as I had no idea how far her story would actually go.

But the probably most amusing thing on this journey was watching, how things I made for Hette and her story, with no or very vague base in the lore at THAT time, ended up happening or being verified by the game not so long after. Some of them visual, some in worldbuilding and some ABSURDLY and unbelievably accurately happened in the story. My biggest trophy is that I basically came up with whole Furina's story concept long before Fontaine aired. If you're interested, just keep reading ♥

Hette's green patterns

The first thing that comes to my mind are the green patterns (and palette) on Hette's scarf and coat-thingy. We didn't even have Inazuma when I created them. What I had in mind was that she used to study botanics in Sumeru and I wanted it so seem somewhat oriental. Well, as things have it, when we got the Sumeru academia, we learned that all students wear berets with lining color specific to their darshan. Here's the beret for the Amurta darshan which would naturally include Hette's botanics studies:

It just seriously looks like she just loyally wears an Amurta scarf. Thanks, lore ♥

2. Outfit

Speaking of clothes, let's focus on the outfit as a whole. When Genshin first teased Collei's outfit, it instantly became one of my fav designs in Genshin. And there was no wonder, I CLEARLY have a type. Just look at the similarity and placement of design elements (even the ombre on tights xD). Hette was created roughly one year prior Collei's first reveal - outfit-wise, with no basis for future Sumeru visuals. I wanted to combine her being from Mondstadt with influence from her studies in Sumeru. Well, and as coincidence has it, Collei is from Sumeru, influenced by Mondstadt. Same design concept.

3. Silver's palette

Since we're at visuals now, I will go fast forward to Silver. If Hette is a Bulbasaur, Silver is Venusaur. She's a sword user with affiliation for Dendro.

Now if you think she looks like fem version of Alhaitham, with his secondary blue color substitued with her magenta, you're not wrong. She totally does. Only I designed her sometime in March/April 2022 while the first leaks of Haitham's didn't come sooner than July of the same year.

4. Time and leylines

When I started with Hette's story, I made few blind reaches with the worldbuilding. I wanted her to communicate with slimes, I decided it was plausible for the slimes to reside in leylines and as such her ability needed to use leylines in a deeper sense than your regular catalyst mage. She's not OP but she has this niche ability to reach into leylines. After the moonchase festival, I yolo decided I wanted to send her back in time to meet the adepti of old (also would give her the much needed knowledge of Morax). There was no known time travel nor time relativity in Genshin by then so this was the most baseless move I ever did with my lore. I used her leyline ability to make the accidental time travel - she would drop back in time when using her ability near leyline disorder. Meaning I decided to connect Genshin time with Leylines.

The next Genshin update gave us Raiden's second story quest which confirmed both time relativity and its connection to leylines. Pretty wow moment for me.

5. Zhongli pulling his fav peeps from different spaces

This one is still insanely riddiculous to me. So you know how Hette involuntarilly traveled back in time. Long story short, MANY things happened there but eventually she got sucked in the time stream again and had the choice to attempt to move back to her original time. And she did just that. However, when she reached the moment she believed lead to her OG time, she lacked the ability to crack from the leyline space back to the normal one. However, dendro slimes see her there and they manage to call Zhongli to help. That's where I made another completely baseless move and had him pull Hette out of the leyline space using his powers.

What happened two updates after I estabilished this fact? Yes, this.

Different space? Checked. Zhongli pulling someone out? Checked. HOW THE HELL???

6. THE WHOLE FURINA THING

You think this is crazy coincidence? Weeeelll, wait till you hear this one. When Hette's back in the early Archon War era, she has her Vision still with her, in time of no Visions. In another baseless move, I decided that her Vision would thus have strongly amplified powers, almost akin to a Gnosis. This eventually leads to her being mistaken for a god. Trying to not bring attention to her time travel (to not change anything), she has to roll with this claim. She ends up being part of the adepti but she doesn't engage with them in fear of being revealed. Meanwhile common people revere her so there is this invisible wall between her and others, she's lonely and this act is extremely painful for her. She's not aging at this point because the dendro is so strong with her it just keeps instantly correcting her. And she has no idea how long she'll have to keep it up.

SOUNDS FAMILIAR???

Zhongli, who got to meet her in the future(Hette's original time) had no idea about this connection between her and the weird god who used to fight alongside them for a brief time in the past. He figures out this connection when he realizes Hette was sucked in by the Leylines. So you have this god figure learning that a mere mortal was forced to play a god role in a lonely selfless act and said god figure is pained by that realization.

SOUNDS FAMILIAR??????

(And yes, I estabilished this headcanon over a year before Fontaine came).

For the record, Furina had it worse. She was truly alone. In Hette's case (or Vesna's, that's the name she went by back then), she had the luck of Marchosius being too people-person (bear) and too nosy. He eventually got her to spill the beans and confide in him. Ever since then, he kept mentoring her in a way, looking out for her and providing moral support. Which is the only reason she didn't go insane.

7. One more outfit thingy

So we estabilished Hette traveled there and back again in time, after which she becomes who I call Silver. An identity she estabilishes because she feels her Hette self is dead and doesn't want to have anything to do with her Vesna self. But a lot of leyline stuff happened, right.

When I was designing her outfit, I wanted to put a pattern on her gray sleeves. I chose hollow circles with dots because this has been one of my fav designs for a looong time, there was no real underlying thought for it. And as far as I knew, it had never been used in Genshin in any way (and they have a lot of symbols there).

Well, guess where the hollow circle with a dot appeared for the first time in Genshin? If it isn't Irminsul, aka the tree which's roots are the FRICKING LEYLINES which Hette can enter...?

For the record, I later realized Paimon has something a little similar - a big star and half a circle around it in a constellation on her cape. But Paimon is widely theorized to be affiliated with time. Time is somehow connected to the leylines so the funny coincidence still stands.

[the-space-jesus]

♪ Rehearsal 7 ♪

Oh jeez oh boy this is a long one. BUCKLE UP!

So, since this Tuesday we had a free day (this is literally as rare as an eclipse happening we never get random free days) our theatre group decided that we should do the most productive thing of all with that free day: rehearse! (Instead of practicing for the test that I have literally the next day...). So, I'm that one person of the group that lives an hour away from everyone else, and I decided that for once they should be the ones to have to bike for like 45 minutes or sit in a tram for an hour! It's also because I found this really cool amfitheater-like spot near my tram-station, and I figured it'd be the perfect place to rehearse!

I brought my totally neurotypical bag (from the 'if you see some1 w this bag wyd' post) and went in what I currently already have for my Ricky costume!

When I arrived at the tram-station, Ocean was already there (very in-character of her) and we chatted until the rest arrived too, and we went to the spot to practice. We basically did a bunch of random scenes, but for the most part it was a walkthrough of the entire musical (is that the correct English word btw??), but we didn't get very far...

By the rest, I mean Karnak 1. We were a small group, being only me (Ricky), Mischa, Karnak 1, and Ocean.

When we were rehearsing Fall Fair Suite, this random child and it's mother just decided to spawn out of nowhere and feed the ducks whilst we were rehearsing, it was so awkwardd.

At some point we decided to go to my house because why not?? But we got distracted by the playground right behind the amfitheater-space...I tried to stay in-character but the playground isn't very fun when you can't walk correctly...also we toooootally didn't jokingly try pole-dancing on one of those fireman-poles and fall to our certain deaths, and by we I mean Mischa (and I'm pretty sure Ocean tried it too at some point).

why did I just randomly get a HIT of rehearsal 1 nostalgia wtf

Anyways, after the playground (it sounds like we're all like 7 years old or some shit XD) we continued walking to my house and I discovered that Karnak 1 knows THE NEIGHBORHOOD THAT I LIVE IN better than me. So yay.

Don't ask me why, but like 70% of the time that we spent walking I had put on the Nyan Cat Theme. It was just funny idfk we probably looked like crazy people smh. Also, we were in-character at some point whilst walking and basically what happened was that we were all already at the point in the time-line where we're dead, and Ricky annoys everyone by playing Nyan Cat on loop. How he can play it with no wifi? He downloaded it. It is the only song he has every downloaded. The St. Cassian Chamber Choir will forever be hearing the Nyan Cat Theme.

Anywayzeee, then we got to my house and ate some cheese sticks (it's a Dutch thing and is NOT as disgusting as it sounds, I <3 cheese sticks!!) with some orange juice and for some reason we were all really calm and down to earth (probably just tired from rehearsal). We js talked about plans for RTC and (other) stuff.

My dog REALLY liked our new guests, also yes I have a dog she's the sweetest little DEMON named Pixel. She literally jumped on everyone and could not stop sniffing them and begging them for cheese sticks. I had to teach my friends how to say "DOWN!" in Bulgarian (Доло), because that's one of the few commands that she listens to.

Then, we decided to continue rehearsing because why not! When Mischa was performing Talia, my dog was very intrigued and worried, and she started barking REALLY loudly when Mischa started (fake-)crying at the end of the song. Apparently his performance was so good that my dog believed it haha.

Before that I also had to practice my monologue and little thingy after SABM and it was kind of chaotic and I didn't do very well because for me to do a scene properly I have to be in the mood and also rehearse in front of the mirror like 40 times...

I also gave them a room tour!! Mischa had a lot of appreciation for my RTC wall (which has grown btw, I will make another post about it soon!).

That was all!!^^

-Ricky Potts🖖

[asksuccubussides]

I would give my life just to hold your hand

Part 2 out of 2

Master post of chapters

This is set in the same universe as "What if you were an asexual succubus wouldn't that be fucked up or what" but can be read on it's own

1929

Coming home from work and checking his mailbox had become the angel's favorite part of the day. It didn't matter that the mail only came every other month or so, each day he felt the same butterflies flutter in his chest as he walked the short distance to the neighborhood's mailboxes. When no mail had come he could always return home and reread the letters he had gotten from Remy.

He enjoyed tracing his fingers across the page and imagining the demon writing it. He imagined their concentrated expression and whether they had written it while sitting in his old apartment or while in hell.

The demon still had trouble with spelling especially considering neither of them could write in their native language to each other. He had convinced them to sneak into hell and steal a glossory for the demonic language during his latest letter and excitedly waited for the chance to learn it. Remy always sounded so hot when they spoke it- As soon as he caught himself thinking of the demon as attractice he forced himself to think of something else, like reciting prayer.

--

Nothing was in his mailbox when he checked but to his surprise the mailman came by a few hours later with not one but two packages for him both adressed from his old apartment. He thanked the mailman and quickly closed the door so that he could let out a high pitched squeal and fly around in a circle in his room until he'd calmed down enough to make some tea and put on a relaxing record on his gramphone.

He made himself comfortable by his desk and opened the first package while his wings continued to flap enough to make the papers on his desk twirl around. It contained the glossory he had requested and he held it close to his chest before turning to the other package.

It held a single record and a tiny note reading "Play me!"

For the first side of the record it was just normal jazz songs, some that he recognised and some new ones Remy must have thought he would enjoy (he did). But when he flipped it to the next side instead of music starting there was an unsure cough and a bit of static before he heard Remy for the first time in 5 years say.

"Hey Angel!"

It was a good thing he was already sitting down or he would have collapsed on the spot. He scrambled to move closer to the gramophone and nearly gave into the urge to hug the machine.

"I know a guy- you know what I mean by know- who like works in audio and stuff and I asked him if he could like put speech on record as well as he can put music on record, and if you're like hearing this I guess he could. Anyway I suuuupper hope you liked the music, I choose it just for yyyyooouuuuuuu"

"I did" The angel replied even though he knew they couldn't hear him.

"OH! And like another thingie. Sssso like not seeing you for this long it's like- I've thought about you a lot more y'know? Since it always takes some like time between when I write and get your response I like go around for weeks wondering what you'll like write back and it feels totally weird to just like go around referring to you as Angel in my head 'cause like you're AN angel not Angel y'know? It's weeeiiirdd"

The sound of paper getting unfolded was followed by Remy clearing their throat.

"So I made like a list of names I like so tell me if you like any of them so we can like decide on an official Angel name. Okay Here I go. Mildred. Doris- You look like a Doris- Milo. Uhh Thomas? I dunno. Ellis. Shirley and of course..Barbara!"

The paper got thrown away.

"So yeah tell me if you like any of them or got like other ideas. In other like news my demon friend convinced me to go and hear this like Edith Piaf lady sing? It was pretty sick- Ah shit okay okay my audio human is telling me to go- Okay well talk to you later Angel- Uhhh love you?" Remy audible took a step away "Hey girlie can we like cut this audio afterwards. I'm not like sure I wann have that last bit i-"

The record stopped and The angel stayed with his head laid against the bottom of the machine for another few minutes before turning the record on from where Remy first started talking.

--

My dear Remy

I received your record. It was lovely to hear your voice again!

(Within the margins of the paper he doodled Betty Bopps blowing kisses)

I have tried to learn some basic phrases in your language. Here I go:

I̸͍̔̚ ̸̧͔̫́̕̕L̸̨̑͂Ì̷͖͇̰̔V̶͉̈́͠Ȩ̵̈ ̸̤̐͘Ï̵̮̩͑N̵͚̈́͌ ̸̫̦͋A̷̡̦̟͗ ̶̢̪̔̋͂ͅH̸̺͛͝Ö̶͍̊U̷͖̹͛̏͑S̴̢̳͗E̵̙̅͛.̷̥͊̔͠ ̴̞̩̜̋͗͗ ̵̜̣̮̈̀I̸̮͒̆̾ ̴̥͔̳́Ḷ̴̢̻̐Ỉ̵̗̄̈́K̶̦̄̏͠E̷̗̙̔ ̵̦̊D̶̳̀̏O̶͙͆̀G̸̣͐̆͝S̶͓̈́͜͝.̸̫̞͊́͠ ̴͔̰́̈́̅M̸͍̼̎̓̿Ẏ̴̭̾ ̸̦͑N̴͙̯͂͊̓A̶̮̥̎̀M̸̺͆͘E̵̟̭͗̑͝ ̸̤́͘Î̷̘̬̺̑S̷̟͐̽͘ ̷̡͎̫̽̂Ń̵̙̀Ō̸̤̃T̶̬̠̎Ḩ̴͎͒̋͊Ḯ̵͇̯͌͆Ṋ̸̗̀͜͠G̷̜̤̐

Tell me if I wrote it correctly :DD And speaking of the last thing with my name I love your suggestions !!! Not sure I want to be called any of those names though ?? I have never choosen a name before so I don't know when a name feels right. Did you choose your name? I had always assumed you chose it because you enjoy sleeping but now that I think about it you don't seem like you would know what the REM sleep is, no offense. Is the feeling of finding a name similar to when you change your body? I started out with both a male head and body but when i tried out a female body with a male head I had a feeling of peace and I have not changed back since. Is it similar?

By the way I heeded your advice and I now officially have a friend who isnt you or my current human! We play board games together and I don't wish to brag but some of them are quite trendy and new. Like this one boardgame called "Sorry!" You might not recognize it. How the tables have turned Remy. Now im the modern one!

Now on the next page I have written a detailed review of the latest Betty Boop short film. I hope you enjoy it! It was very good!

__

My dear Remy

Just this once please burn this letter after you have read it. I fear what would happen if anyone in heaven read this but I have to admit that my human dying soon is bringing me a great sense of relief. Both that I will not have to see him anymore and that I hopefully get to live in another country.

Despite my human working in the human biology department I have not been able to take part in any science work. The only reason any of those humans would want me in a scientific setting would be to measure the width of my skull and every time I see my human he scowls at me and refuses to call me by my name, I am not even sure he is aware he has met me more than once or if he has only seen me as far as my skin.

I wish I could love every human equally. I know I should. I really am trying to love him and remind me why he belongs in Heaven. I am finding it hard. I don't think I would ever be able to tell this to anyone but you

Love, Your Angel

--

"-So anyway yeah i would totally go over and punch that cunt human for you if you wanted me to, or like seduce him so he'll go to hell. Prommy. Tho I doubt my lovely Angel would let me do that, would you now.

Oh by the way yeah with the name thing I chose Remy and it was I dunno I like how R sounds. RRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRemy! Like a motor starting. So I thought like a cute and soft and like tots fluffy name would fit you so here are my like new suggestions. Pip, Noah, uhhm Daisy, Iris, Lucie and Oh Rhiannon! The last one reminds me of this animal I've heard of. its a rhino. Like a unicorn kinda? You should go ask about it at a library. its like super cool! And also this other day I seduced this human and he had a tattoo! And he wasnt even a pirate! lemme tell you-"

--

1930

The angel relistened to the latest record as he went to bed. His friend's voice lulled him into a peaceful sleep most of the time, sometimes he got sinful dreams but he told himself he only got them because he was listening to a succubi.

During his early morning shower after having woken up from such a dream an idea floated into his mind on how to repay Remy for the records. First thing when the shops had opened he went out and bought a camera.

His human was going to die in two days in a traffic accident and he would finally get to leave this dreadful country, but as he walked through town with the camera in his bag and imagined what images to send to Remy the landscape suddenly seemed so beautiful. The cold weather suddenly seemed worth it if it meant snow fell onto trees and the disgusting food suddenly seemed a bit pleasant when he pictured the fisherman leaving on their boats for work.

Still he controlled himself and only took few a pictures...as well as several sketches of dogs he walked past, and told himself he would take more once he got to his new place.

--

"GIRL I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE LIKE A PHOTOGRAPHER! No really it looks so fucking cool over there. What country are you in now did you say??"

The sounds of Remy scrambling through The angel's letters was heard before they quieted for a few seconds.

"It's on a continent I've never like been on I think ??? But I'm super happy for you! And uh there not being like a cinema there only means you gotta start your own! Nothings sexier than a business man y'knoooooow. So in other news Giiirl sit down if you aren't already 'cause I have got to update you on the demon drama that's been going on! You Remember Susan right!? That demon who-"

--

"My dear Remy

After having friends for a little time now i must admit i have gotten a bit confused. Though they are all my beloved friends i feel for none of them what i feel for you.

I suppose that means you are what people call....my best friend? :D

Love, Your best friend!

PS. I'll write another letter about the new Mickey Mouse cartoon (he's so cute I want a plushie) tomorrow and post the 2 together. This realization just made me so excited I had to write it down prompto!!"

The angel felt a bit shameful as he finished writing it and put it into the envelope. He wasn't quite as oblivious as he pretended to be. He knew the word for what he was feeling fully well, he simply refused to say it.

1938

After returning home from his beloved weekly boardgame club with his beloved human he was somehow even more delighted by finding a package for him at his door.

When he opened it two blurry pictures fell out. They showed Remy loosely dressed laying in the window of a large apartment with a lazy smile on their lips. Along with it a note reading "Seduced a photographer recently. Your still my fav photgrapher tho <3 sorry for the record"

The last bit made him eye the record checking for any hints of crude language or sinful lyrics as if staring at it would reveal it's contents. After some pacing and flying around his room he finally put it on and the first side was as always a mix of songs made just for him. It made fireflies flutter in his stomach as always and the fluttering only intesified from anticipation when he moved to turn the record to the other side.

The angel bit his lip waiting to hear his friend's voice but instead of the usual cheery greeting he heard the static of the audio recorder and the sound of a bottle being set down on a table.

"my audio guy left a bit ago cause I said I could fix it myself cause i like didnt want him to hhhhheeaarrrrrrrrRRRRARRGGHHHHH"

There was silence for a moment before a deep sigh.

"I got a new boyfriend. His name is Thomas and he's obv a succubi but uhm not in my squadron. And he's like sweet and lets me boss him around and stuff but I haven't told him that I've- I've had sex with my manager. Do you think I should? I mean like fucking humans is our job but the manager isn't a human. Like he's a demon. Is it cheating if I don't tell him. I mean it's not like I'm fucking the manager right now but I don't know if it will like happen again"

The angel's heart seized for a second at the mention of a boyfriend. It felt as if a hand had punched through his chest and gripped around the vessels of blood keeping him alive.

He forced himself to take a deep breathe and shook his head around to get the thought out of his head.

"I don't think I've like explained to you how uhh prudish succubi can be by certain shit. Like fucking a manager is a BIG no no. HUGE. And I haven't told anyone I've done it but my squadron members have noticed the times I stayed behind after the monthly meeting y'know? I get it's like annoying seeing someone get favoritism just 'cause they're ready to put out and like everyone loves talking gossip so I'm not mad that they've spread rumors 'bout me. I just worry Thomas' gonna hear..There's already been people who've stopped talking to me 'cause of it. and AGAIN i don't blame them! It's just fucking annoying not being able to explain!"

He leant his forehead against the base of the gramophone and wished he could somehow send telepathic hugs.

The record was silent for so long the angel began to think Remy had simply ended their message without saying goodbye until he heard a slight sob and he realized Remy had just moved away from the microphone to cry.

They moved back close to the microphone and he could heard them sucking snot back into their nose and taking a shakey breathe.

"I'm just sorry Angel. sorry I'm- I've been like drinking and I'm just like. I'm sorry i never came to visit you. I know I promised. I'm sorry. I want to see you so fucking bad Angel and you don't know how like guilty I feel for not seeing you but- but every time I spend any extra time on earth that isn't just seducing humans the manager just looks so sly and fucking- argh- if he gets the tiniest chance he'll claim I spent a SuSPIciOus amOUnT of time on earth and I'll have to do something for him and it like- Fuckkkk you're not gonna get this. I am fully aware I like do the same thing with my audio guy to get him to help me with stuff too so I don't like get to complain 'bout the manager situation but it feels different okay? Like with the audio guy I choose when I wanna do it and with the manager it's all in his hands and like yeah I can guess it will be after the monthly meeting but i never know if he's gonna ask me to stay behind or not and if he does I never know if he just feels like messing with my head or like pulls the SuSPiCIOUs aMount of time excuse and like he can send me up to heaven or take away my sight or whatever else so like what- What-"

It was quiet for another while before he heard Remy as quielty as they had every sounded mumble.

"I'm a succubus, He says I seduced him. And it's true when he got suspicious of me I was the one who suggested sex. I brought it on myself....- I'm sorry, record's running out. Don't feel guilty. I'll talk to you later Angel. Sorry. I love-"

The record ended and The angel was left sitting in his dark apartment with the only light being the steady flicker of pink coming from his halo. His hand shook a bit as he moved to put on the record again from the start. Hearing Remy cry made his heart ache but he wanted to hear it again so he was sure of what to write to make them feel better.

--

Remy held the latest letter close to their heart as they laid cooconed up under the blanket of their bunk bed in hell. They hid the letters and pictures that showed The angel's face inside their pillow while the rest of the pictures got taped up on the wall near them. On bad days they could stare at the pictures for hours dreaming themself away into the fields of corn or next to the flower holding up the ladybug or swimming in the cool stream ripe with tiny fish.

Some of the reviews of animated shorts they taped up as well since they could play it off as simply being human reviewers. But most of it was hidden in the pillow and before sleep they would hide under their blanket and take out a picture the angel had gotten one of his board game buddies to take off him and the demon would kiss the photo goodnight.

They traced their finger along the letters on the page snickering at the angel's best attempts at threatening the manager.

"Please don't come see me if it hurts you. I will care for you just as much if I never see you again as if I see you every day. Control is more powerful than tempatation ever can be, there is no scenario where this can ever be your fault, I swear to God on that. Stay safe for me please

Love, Your Angel

Ps. In another life I wish I could have been assigned to guard over you. I would protect you with a might stronger that Heaven could ever imagine"

--

"-Oh and so I don't forget to like say it I broke up with Thomas. It wasn't 'cause of the manager thing 'cause he's the type who only listens to rumors if I tell him bout them. It was for...Another reason. That we like don't have to bring up- Or I mean" They laughed nervously "I guess I can say it. I kiiinnndddaaa miiggghhht like someone else. I've liked them for a while but I was kinda hoping maybe dating someone else would make me like move past my crush but it didn't help and I didn't wanna hurt Thomas' feelings.

Ssssoooo yeah that's what going on. Talk to you later! Kiss! Love ya!

...And thanks for your last letter. I've like reread it a ton. I dunno what I would do without you in my life"

1941

"I GOT IT ANGEL! I RAN TO SUCK OFF MY AUDIO GUY TO TELL YOU SOOO FAST! I GOT IT! Your name! Okay okay here me out here 'cause I like used alllll of my brain for this one, explain that with your psychology! So here it goes...Emile! Eh? Eh? Any good? Lemme explain. I went to like a library- don't laugh- and looked this thingie up. You see the guy who like made the gramophone he was called Emile Berliner!! And I thought y'know since we've- or Like I have at least been communciating with you thru a gramophone and we danced together all the time when you were here- uh it just reminds me of you. or like honestly just hearing music does remind me of you but gramophones especially. So Emile? You like it?.....Okay I should probably tell you bout the rest of my life right now now but it feels awkard after dropping that huge suggestion-"

The angel paused the record and stayed looking at it for a few minutes. It was as he moved his hand up to scratch at his cheek that he realized they were red hot from blushing.

He parsed his lips and felt his chin shudder a little as he whispered "...Emile.......Emile?"

He tasted the word and smacked his lips before repeating it again. He let his hand run down his neck along his chest and down to his thigh, feeling the body he felt at home with and wondered if that body would accept the name Emile.

He made himself comfortable by his desk and wetted the ink.

'My dear Remy

I think I quite like the name. I think I want to hear you say it

Love, Your Emile'

--

Emile's heart was pounding out of his chest and he repeatedly checked so no one was looking at him as he sneaked inbetween the library shelfs pertaining to the human body. He couldn't let anyone know he had read them so instead of borrowing the books he only eyed through them as quick as he could. He had already gone through the books on religion he could find.

For something the higher ups deemed so seemingly important he assumed there would a clear definition of it but no matter where he looked he couldn't find any clear boundaries of what did and didn't count as masturbating.

Once he got home he dragged a chair followed by the gramophone into the bathroom and put on a recent record where Remy had said his name several times. He knew when the part where they said it came and took off his clothes and jumped in the shower while waiting.

When the record came to that point and Remy half jokingly sung a popular new jazz song but replaced the name with Emile over and over to get used to using the name The angel 'accidentally' put the shower head inbetween his thighs.

--

Sleeping made Emile feel connected to Remy. He would lull himself into a peaceful sleep by either letting the music the demon sent him or their voice play. Usually he woke up because of the sun shining in or the birds singing and he would stay with his eyes asleep for a few minutes and pretend like Remy was laying on the pillow beside him.

Other times he would wake up drenched with sweat on his forehead because of sinful dreams, along with being drenched among other places.

And one night he closed the blinds and waited until the deep dark of the night before putting on one of their records on and hiding away under two layers of blankets to try and shield himself from any watching eyes from above. He had steeled himself to do as the books he had read said and self pleasure but once he actually sat there with pants unbuttoned his hands shook so hard from anxiety he couldn't do a thing.

He sat frustrated with himself with the gramophone playing until pathetic tears had filled his eyes and his stomach felt sick from shame. The action of vomiting was so alien to him he didn't realize what was happening until his mouth was filled with bile and he had to run to the toilet to throw up.

Vomiting must have been a sign from above that he had done something awful to which Emile banged his halo into the wall until the pain in his head was so severe it felt like his skull would crack.

The most sinful part of all was that after all of that that same night he still wetted his pen with ink and wrote to the demon.

"My dear Remy

You stir my sleep. I would blame it on your succubi powers somehow making it's way over to me through your voice, though we both know that is not true. I wake up dreaming you are there beside me and I fall asleep wanting your hands on me. If your hips were Hell I would give it all up to meet you there.

I wish this was a sudden bout of insanity but it is in reality a slow growth in my brain that I have not spoken to you about for years. This letter is one of penance. I'm sorry. Every time I've heard you had a new boyfriend I wished to make away with him. Even in the beginning I had those thoughts.

I don't know whether me lusting for you is worse than the other L word I fear I feel for you but I think it is telling I can not get myself to write the second.

I'm sorry for placing this burden of confession on you. Even after this I wish to have you keep stirring me in my sleep.

Love, Your Emile"

1942

Emile didn't get a response. The new year's passed and his mailbox turned dusty.

His human fell ill and would pass by the summer. He grieved together with the family in advance and grieved for the loss of his friendship.

It must have been his fault. What he had written had been too much for Remy.

He kept havings moments where in the deep dark of the night he would become unable to breathe and sob uncontrollable until he threw up. It must be Heaven punishing him. He stopped sleeping and devoted himself to prayer during the night. What use was sleeping if it didn't make him closer to Remy anyway.

The rainy season came and went and only made his human sicker. The newspapers were all filled with misery and all of his shoes were damp.

On an early morning he walked into town to buy a new pair and watched the sunset rise above the grassy plains. He had his camera in his backpack, he could take a picture of it, but he saw no reason to. The colors seemed dull and muddled.

The stores had just started opening when he got to the city center and he halfheartedly waved to one of his boardgame friends.

Through the window to the shoe shop he saw the shoemaker already talking to another customer so he waited outside for another few seconds. The customer held the door open for him as they left but Emile let the door shut in front of him. A chill ran up his spine as he felt the slight smell of a demon nearby.

He spun around wide eyed, even glancing up at the sky hoping to see a glimpse of demon wings.

Behind him he heard someone speaking in broken swahili, clearly reading straight from a dictionary. "You- You know city center is?" He heard them ask.

Emile turned to see Remy speaking to a random local. For a moment it was as if the entire town sunk away into oblivion and the angel could only see them. His wings expanded and were ready to take off towards them, he only managed to stop himself because of the humans nearby.

"REMY!! REMY!" He yelled while waving his arms around.

The demon looked away from the human and dropped their dictionary on the ground to run up to him. Emile instantly pulled them into a tight hug and rocked side to side. He put his hand against the back of their head to keep them close and closed his eyes to stop himself from crying of joy.

He felt their arms press against his back and their warm breathe against his neck.

"I found you" Remy whispered "I Found you"

Emile moved back from the hug but let his hands stay on their shoulders "Why didn't you respond!?" His cheeks reddened "DID YOU GET MY LETTER?"

"Your apartment got destroyed-"

"Huh?!"

"The whole city got like bombed. Ugh girl you don't wanna see Europe right now, it's a mess! Your apartment and like mail got destroyed with it- Don't worry I keep your letters in Hell so they didn't get destroyed. I just like had your adress to go off on so I've been like asking around the country till I found you!" Remy leaned in and cupped his cheeks while eyeing him up and down "And giiiirrrrl you're like two shades darker!"

"Well it helps to finally live in a country that isn't despressingly dire with the weather. Your hair has gotten so long!" He ran his finger through it "You look so pr- So proper!"

"You look ssooooo good too! OH! I've been ssssuper looking forward to this" They cleared their throat and fluttered their eyelashes while leaning close to The angel's ear and murmuring "Heeey Emile!"

Emile could feel his heart plummeting through his stomach and out his ass while his entire face went red. His fingers dug down into Remy's shoulders to keep himself upright.

"HiiiIIIiiiI" His voice broke in two different spots.

Remy just laughed before smiling in that way that made Emile melt even more.

"Did- Did you get my latest letter? About my- my uhm sleep problems?"

"Pfff? Sleep problems....Uhm...Lemme think. No. No. Your like mailbox musta been destroyed before I could get it. Sad" Remy lied "But I'm here now! And I won't let you go!"

"You're staying?"

"Wow girl your eyes just went up like two sizes but yeah. Mind if I stay ov-"

"FEEL FREE! Nyumba yangu ni nyumba yako- That's uh My house is your house. ORRRRR in your langauge m̶̨̹̖̱͖͒̑ͅỹ̴̥̤͍̑̀ ̸̨̛̟͂͗̅͐̉ḧ̴̹́̐́̂̕͝ő̶̞̎͛͋̀̚u̷̢̲̗͍̜̬̾̊̓̽s̶̹͇̣̬͓̊̿̀̕̕ͅe̵̢̛̥̼͕͍͍͆͋͛̀̐̓ ̴̯̦͈͒̓̑̿̾ì̷̘̝̲̅̎̀̈s̶̝̟̠͈̉̂ ̶̢̘̤̻͇̍̄͌̌̔̌͐ÿ̸̨́ͅơ̶̫̿̑͐ǔ̵̥̳̜͌̽̽̌͌ř̷̳̘̈́̊͌͊̄ ̷̢̩̗͓̦͗͆̊̄̀̊͘h̸̝̗͖͇͛̉͊͊o̸͚͍͛̑̌ͅů̵̼̝͚̜͗̐̚ś̷̼̙̻́͋̎̄͝e̵̮̒̀̑͌͂"

Remy shimmied their shoulders "OOOh girl hearing you speak like that totally gave me shills all over"

--

It was only later that evening once Remy was in the shower and Emile had a moment for the pink clouds of joy to disparse and think critically that he remembered why the demon hadn't visited in so long. He sat on the edge of his bed and listened to the water pooling down into the shower drain and tried not to imagine the shampoo he had bought being used by the demon.

He flinched when Remy walked out in one of his shirts that fit so loosely on them it could work as a nightgown if they weren't so tall.

"It smells like angel" They commented while sitting down next to him.

"What about the manager?"

"You ever heard of living in the moment Emile. Emile. Emile. Emile. Sawry girl I'm just like so excited I get to like call you that to your cute face"

The angel pressed on "Are you going to get hurt if you stay here?"

"I mean....I've like already spent enough time on earth he's gonna be pissed at me no matter so I might as well stay with you as long as I can. Okay?"

They placed their hand against his knee and Emile nodded.

"Okay"

"Good. now girlie" They laid back and made themself comfortable on the bed before patting the spot next to them "Tell me bout the new psychology theories or like mickey the mouse or whatever. Just talk! I've missed your voice ssssoooo fucking much! Just talk and talk. I won't sleep for a single second when I'm with you I prommy"

Emile laid down beside them to which they immediately moved to rest their head against his chest while letting their finger draw circles on his stomach while he told them about Snow white for the seventh time.

--

For a blissful month they spent nearly every moment together. Emile showed them how to use a camera to take pictures of his favorite bugs. They went swimming together on a warm afternoon and he let his wings dry in the sun. Remy teached him the newest dance moves and they danced until their legs were sore.

A few times Remy went out to feed and Emile assured him he was fine with the demon taking their humans home to him in case they didn't have anywhere else to go, but Remy just looked at him like he'd told him to throw chicken shit at him before disappearing for a few hours.

The night before his human would die he promised to come back and get Remy as soon as he knew where his new human lived. Luckily his new human lived on the same continent, only a few countries away. They flew together the whole distance.

"My monthly meeting was yesterday" Remy suddenly spat out, in the middle of a quiet moment of them painting their nails and Emile mending one of his cardigans.

"But we went sightseeing all day yesterday?? Can you clone yourself!?"

"Naaah. I just skipped"

"Skipped?"

"Girl. Are you losing your hearing"

"It's a meeting with your higher up you don't simply skip those!!"

Remy shrugged "He would have been mad anyway. I didn't wanna deal with it-"

"WHAT- WHAT IF-" He took a deep breathe before whispering as if simply speaking it would make it happen "What if he punishes you in those horrible ways you've told me about!?"

"...That..That won't happen"

Their voice wavered in that way a person lying to shield their loved one did.

"Promise me you'll go to the meeting next month. You can say that you ate a bad piece of human food and got sick"

Remy twisted their pinky finger around his "I promise"

--

They got to spend another blissful month together with the threat of the manager always lingering somewhere in the back of both of their minds. Until the day of the meeting came and Remy scrubbed their body in the shower for over an hour to get the smell of angel away from them.

Before they had gotten in the shower Emile had made sure to hug them long and hard.

He stood in the gavel of the door and waved them off as they went up to hell and for two hours afterwards he sat still waiting on the poarch. He was so anxious he felt ill to his stomach and he was unable to move aside from flinching at every sound that could be the demon coming back.

"Emile!! Emy! EmEm!" Remy yelled as they stumbled back home to him with the same excitment in their voice as the first they had called him Emile.

"Remy!" His legs stale and cramped from sitting still for so long creaked as he ran up to them and cupped their face in his hands.

One of their eyes was nearly shut from how swollen it was and what could be seen of their eyewhite had turned bloodshot. Dried blood trailed from their nose down to their chin, but worst of all the ring finger on their hand was completely limp and swelling.

"DID HE BREAK YOUR FINGER? WHERE IS HE!? I WILL HAVE A SERIOUS TALK WITH HIM" His wings spread out and started to flutter up a storm.

"He sensed like some faint angel smell on me and questioned me for like foreveeeeer" Their voice was slightly loopy "I didn't let anything slip!"

Emile brushed their hair behind their ear and met their eyes "You have to stop putting yourself in danger for my sake"

"Then you have to stop being so sweet"

"Urrggh! You can be so frustrating when you want to be!"

The angel helped them to the bathroom and sat them down on the floor before wettening a towel to wash their bruised face. He held their shaking hand while wrapping the broken finger in bandages.

"Look at you Dr. Doctor" Remy teased.

"He's clearly not even good at breaking bones" Emile muttered back "The bone did not break cleanly so I have to guess this was his first time"

Remy sighed "You're so hot right now"

"What?"

"W-What?"

The angel looked back down at the bandages and didn't notice Remy looking at him with a soft look of fondness.

"He only beat me to try and like make me talk. Nothing more. We didn't fuck"

"He hurt you Remy, that's all that matters"

"I just wanted you to know we didn't....." They shifted their feat and fiddled with the edge of their shirt "Emi I lied"

He looked up and gazed at them with those big golden eyes "About what?"

"....I did get your letter. I got to it before your apartment got all blown up"

Emile let go of their hand and felt a cold sensation sink down his throat "And- And you've read it?"

"Yeah"

"I- I'm sorry-"

Remy leant forward and put their unbroken hand against the back of the angel's neck so their faces were close together "You stir my sleep as well"

He let out an unintelligible noise of surprise and without realizing tears of relief brimmed at his eyes.

"Ever since I like first saw you sitting watching that goddamn autopsy I've been like toootally crazy for you"

Emile's mouth turned agape as his hands searched around against the demon until he grabbed ahold of the collar of their shirt and stuttered out "I- I want you. I've had sin-sinful thoughts of you"

Remy smiled "How often?"

"All-" He felt their lips graze against their shoulder and squeaked "All the time"

"Is this okay?" They asked and waited for him to nod before pressing another kiss to his shoulder.

His cheeks were red hot "Are you- Can you feed off of me?"

"Oh Emile you taste fucking amazing" Their expression faltered for a second and they blinked rapidly as if they had caught themself on the edge of a mistake "We can't do this-"

"I want you"

"Well....Well" Remy sputtered "Well like I guess it's like forbidden of us to like make love but like it's not forbidden if like one of us uhhh self pleasures while the other just happens to be here"

"Sounds logical to me!"

Neither of them were thinking right now, much less thinking logically.

Remy moved to sit just behind Emile and murmured into his ear once more asking if he was okay with this before putting their hands over his eyes when he said yes.

"Pretend I'm not even here" They whispered.

He could hear himself breathing, that's how quiet it was. When his sight disappeared every other sensation became all the more strong. His eyelashes fluttered against Remy's palms and all he wanted was to lean back against their chest.

Instead he focused on feeling their breathe against the back of his head as he let his shirt slip off his shoulders. He heard the demon's breathe hitch slightly and he moved his hands to try unbottun his pants but without sight it was impossible. He felt one of Remy's hands move down to unbutton it for him.

His hand was just about to travel down past the lining of his underwear when Remy suddenly moved their hands away and stood back up.

Their hands were trembling as they moved up to touch the soon to be black eye "No. No. We can't do this"

"But I want-"

"NO YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT!" Remy yelled and Emile stayed sitting on the floor with his pants at his ankles "I- I'm the succubus here! I know that lust does like crazy things to people's minds. You might like think right now you wanna give everything up for me but once you've come you'll realize your mistake and-"

"No one will find out" He said meekly.

"YES THEY WILL! THEY WILL! I can't let you do this! If anyone- If anyone finds out about us I'll like take the blame. I'll say I seduced you. 'Cause I did!"

"No you didn't"

"You don't know what you're saying right now!"

Emile dragged his pants back up and stood up so he could hold his hands on their shoulders "Please Remy, let me fall for you!-"

"You're just horny Em! it will pass"

"You don't get to tell me what I feel! I've spent just as many years as you thinking of what it is I feel for you!"

"Yeah well you've never been with anyone! What if you go fuck someone else and you realize what you're feeling for me is just lust in general! Or that they're better than me or-"

Emile pulled in their horn to make them shut up "But I love you! I! Love! You! And I'm tired of only you getting hurt to protect us. Please!Let me fall for you!"

"....You don't know what hell is like. You don't know what any of that shit is like"

"I'm a guardian angel!! I've been surronded by death all of my life! Hell doesn't scare me! If hell is where you came from it can't be completely bad"

Remy straightened their back to reach their full height making them tower over the angel. Their open eye had a tear just on the verge of slipping down to their cheek as they said through gritted teeth "I'm the succubi with experience 'bout this shit. It's my responsibility to make sure you don't make stupid decissions 'bout shit you have no idea about"

"We're both grown adults. You-"

"You're just an innocent aaaangel. You don't know nothing of like death. Nothing of sin. And certaintly nothing about actual lust. Your brain is just filled with fluffy bunnies and cotton candy and-"

Emile held his finger up to their lips "No. No. I have certaintly read enough psychology papers to know exactly what you are doing. You are just trying to push my buttons to push me away, and I won't let you" He moved his finger away but Remy stayed silent "Now, I will go sit in the other room and you can go join me once you've calmed down so we can have an actual conversation about this"

He went to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed and waited. He could hear the demon pace back and forth with their tail thumping into the walls until they finally dragged themself into the bedroom with their tail between their legs.

They sat down just behind him and dropped their forehead to rest in the damp space between his shoulder blades while moving their arms around his waist.

"Emi I'm sorryyyyy. I didn't like mean any of that"

"I know"

The angel suddenly grabbed the tip of his tail and twirled the end nervously arround his finger. He was afraid they would disappear if he let go.

"Em even if you're like ready to fall for me I don't think I'm like- like ready to see you get hurt like that. I don't think you should. I'm not like worth it like at all"

"You never said it back" Emile mumbled.

Remy looked up to "What?"

"I love you. You never said it back"

"Emile of course I fucking love you! I love you! I just-" Their hand reached out to touch him but wavered mid air and their fingers twitched "I just don't think we can like see each other 'cause I like- I don't know how to be like near you without sinning if I know you- you want me right back"

"Do you want me to be honest?"

"Sure"

"I think you're being selfish" He took Remy's hand in his and pressed a kiss to their knuckles "But I understand that you have been hurt and you don't want to see me be hurt. I will wait until you're ready to let me fall-"

"Emi I'm not gonna let you fall. You don't belong in like hell"

"I told you. I will wait for you. We live long. one day you Will let me fall"

1955

His human died and Emile moved to another damp and cold country. He knew Heaven wasn't watching or else they would have stopped the things he saw from happening.

He knew there were good humans but making sure his singular humam didn't sin began to seem pointless when he read about a dead 14 year old in the newspapers next to the photograph of his open casket.

At no time did he stop keeping watch of his human but silently he stopped putting as much effort into it. Sometimes he would be away for weeks at a time as he had to travel to find psychological instititues that would allow him to study.

1957

After a lot of bugging Emile had finally went and bought a record player just in time to get his first vinyl sent by Remy where they ranted and raved by this new up and coming star called Marilyn Monroe as well as telling him about the new binders they had bought to sort his photographs in.

He waited to hear them say I love you but they never did.

1959

Emile went and saw Sleeping Beauty 10 times in the cinema and every time he choked up at the moment the prince finally kissed her. He imagined himself as Aurora, laying in waiting for the one he loved to finally reach him.

Remy only dared to see him briefly in person once or twice per year and he understood in a way, he knew that the broken finger wasn't the only fracture they had gotten during interogations, but he still couldn't help but fell saddened about it.

1964

With the invention of the casette Emile could for the first time record messages back to Remy. He quickly got a habit of talking for so long that he had to mail multiple casettes at once, he couldn't help it there was just so much to tell them with how he had started to discover animated movies made in the soviet union and in japan. He had even seen some in south america. As well as the psychology field focusing increasingly on cognitive theories.

He had heard whiffs of psychologists experimenting with how the brain reacted to the new drugs gaining populatiry though Emile didn't need to read up on any of those studies since he got sent cassetes of Remy blubbering on about how much they adored them while high on lsd.

"Giirrrlll you're like so beautifufll especially your new elephant trunk. It's like soo sexy. Really like adds to your like halo glow and stuff" They would sludder on and on.

1965

The next year when his human died and his next human spat in his face at their first meeting Emile cried to his casette player for an hour trying to convince himself his human was somehow a morally good person.

It finally convinced the last part of him that still believed that Heaven was watching that they could not be, not on him at least.

The next time he got a casette from Remy he reslistened to their voice over and over. They had recorded it early in the morning right after waking up and he could tell because their voice sounded more rough. He played his favorite part back on repeat before putting the casette recorder on and he recorded the sound as he masturbated for the first time.

When no hellish rain came down from Heaven Emile put the casette in a package and wrote a note along with it explaining what was on it while joking about how it was payback for when Remy kept telling him about the leather fetish clubs they had visited during the 50s. Though really the note was just there so he was sure Remy could consent to hearing it. At the back of the note he added that he had sinned and nothing bad had happened so please couldn't they meet up again and hold hands at least.

Remy's response was absolutely blissfull. They ranted and raved and told him how proud they were of him for not letting Heaven's purity shame shackle him. They spent at least 15 minutes giving him advice on how to make it more pleasurable and where to buy lube among other things discreetly.

At the end of their message with a sudden shift in tone they muttered out

"But like a singular angel rubbing one out ain't shit. What we're doing is treason. If we kiss or whatever they will know. The manager knows somethings up if I'm just near you. We- We can't. I lo-...... I'll talk to you soon Emile"

1974

Another message clearly recorded after Remy had smoked themself high.

"Okay this is gonna sound stupid as shit but some succubi asked me out and I said yeeeesss and I got through like 3 dates before I had to call it quits 'cause I was just thinking of you Emi. I like knew from the start I would only be like thinking of you so it was shitty of me I knoooow. Emile you want me to be honest? 'Cause like to be honest my life is shit right now and- and I'm like finding it harder to remember what am I like even trying to protect by not being with you!? I just feel so paranoid all the fucking time if I'm not listening to your voice"

1975

During a casette where Remy had just been telling him about the cities they had recently visited they suddenly started to sob uncontrollably for no reason that they explained and it pained him that he couldn't physically comfort them, he couldn't even directly respond to them.

1976

Remy didn't show up to the meeting that the two of them had planned. Emile was left waiting at the resturant for 2 hours before the waitress had to ask him to leave.

1977

Emile let out a breathe of relief when he finally got a letter from Remy. It seemed strange that they hadn't sent a casette with it, not even an album of music they thought he would like. When he opened the letter a ticket fell out along with a short note.

'I got us tickets for Fleetwood mac. Amsterdam. 16 April.

I have to see you'

--

The entire flight to Amsterdam as Emile soared through the sky and ducked past birds he let his anger storm up inside of him while imagining the verbal lashing he would give Remy about leaving him dry for nearly a year. They better had a good excuse like another world war.

But the moment he saw them waiting on the street by the hotel they had booked for them all of that anger dispersed like a cloud after rain. All he could think was how long their legs looked in the jeans they were wearing and how well their sunglasses matched their horns. And their lips. Their kissable beautiful lips.

They waved their tail at him so he would notice them but he thought it would be impossible for him to not notice them.

He flew directly into an embrace that lifted the demon from the ground and he could feel them stroking their tail up and down his back.

"Emmiiiiiiiii!" They squealed.

He sat them down on the ground but his wings kept flapping so hard he had to circle around them which made the wind blow up around them.

Remy reached out and held his face in their hands to stop him "I'm sorry I disappeared I just like couldn't see you if I couldn't kiss you"

Emile's breathe hitched and all at once his wings stopped and he fell back down to the ground. Remy caught him so he didn't tumble.

"But you're seeing me now" Emile whispered.

"I know"

"Will you let me fall for you? Being a guardian angel already makes it so I have to say goodbye to all my friends every few years and I have no connection to Heaven! All combined I think I have spent less than 2 hours up there my entire life!" All of the desperate reasons he had come up with to try and convince them spilled out "You're the only true connection I have! Please!"

"...Let's...Let's go to the concert first. Sounds good girlie?"

"Sure"

He noticed the way they fidgeted and kept glancing at him when they got closer to the concert hall. He realized they were checking if he was going to panic about it being sinful and in turn it made him realize that he hadn't even considered the possibility that heaven would notice in any way if he went.

As they danced among the crowd Remy held his hands and kept holding them even inbetween the songs. The sounds of the music engulfed them both

Can you hear me calling

Out your name?

You know that I'm falling

And I don't know what to say

Oh, I

I want to be with you everywhere

Oh, I

I want to be with you everywhere

Oh, I

I want to be with you everywhere

--

The hotel room was dark once they got to it and Remy rushed to light some candles they had brought. They smelled of peaches and mango, Emile's favorite fruits. He chuckled as he watched them scurry around while he took off his jacket.

"Did you plan this?" He asked with a smile.

"You don't think the uh prince or whatever in Snow white toooottaly planned their romantic moment beforehand"

"Dear I regret to tell you the whole thing is kind of that their romantic moment wasn't planned"

"Well shit. Imagine I like used a good metaphor then"

Remy patted the bed down to make sure it was nice while closing the drapes with their tail. They left space for Emile to sit down beside them and he felt their tail immediately move to circle around his waist so he spread his wing across their back.

He playfully checked their face while saying "I'm just checking for any headinjuries since it's so unlike you to dare be around me for this long"

"Emi" They lightly grabbed his wrist "You know I'm IN love with you. I don't just love you, right?"

"Of course I know, You've told me in everything you do"

"Right right and I do and I just- I realized recently we've known each other for like over 50 years right??-"

"I think we're past 60 years actually"

"And that's longer than like most human relationships ever get to be! and we've spent all that time just circling around each other and I kept like questioning what the fuck I was even trying to protect anymore by not seeing you! Like the manager is gonna get pissed at me no matter what I do 'cause he's been a pissbaby at me ever since I like stopped fucking him! And it's not like I'm protecting you 'casue you don't wanna be protected! And I'm not risking losing friendships 'cause most of them dropped me when I started fucking the manager so I dunno. I just. I just..." Remy pressed a kiss to his knuckles "I wanna be with you y'know?"

Emile let out a breathe of relief "Honey I think I've waited decades for you to say that"

"But you gotta remember what will happen if anyone finds out. Okay? Like no more heaven, no more looking over humans. You will like be stuck with me. I don't- I've never seen a angel fall before- I don't know what happens to them- I don't think they die- But I dont know what"

"Most of that sounds positive to me. Well aside from the dying of course. Have you thought about what will happen to you?"

"Yeah...Yeah I will probably be punished....So. So if it's okay with you I think we should run away. Like if I don't return to Hell they can't get me you get me? We can just get like a nice place on earth and like chill out together"

"That sounds lovely" Emile inched a bit closer and held his hand against their cheek "...Can I...Can we kiss?"

He had daydreamed about this moment for so long his whole body stood tensed now that it was actually going to happen. He looked with all his hope into Remy's eyes and it felt as if a whole army of fireworks went off all at once inside him when he heard them murmur.

"Sure we can. I would give up everything for you Emi"

"I would give anything to be with you as well"

Remy guided him with their hand against the back of his head and the other against his back as they leant in and kissed him softly on the lips.

He let out a high pitched squeak that made them laugh and kiss him right on the tip of his nose.

"Can we do that again?"

In response Remy tilted their head and pressed their lips against his harder this time, so he nearly felt lightheaded from it, and let him fumble for where on their body to put his hands. He settled on their hips and they let their tongue run against the inside of his lip. He closed his eyes and leaned further in until they were practically chest to chest.

-

"Did that feel good?"

Emile laughed so his nose scrunched while running his fingers through Remy's hair "Yes. You've alreayd asked me once"

"Well I just like want your first time to be totally completely good" They laid with their head against his chest, right between his boobs "You got some great inbuilt pillows y'know"

He lightly tapped at their forehead "Don't fall asleep now!"

"Oh right I forgot you got the stamnia of like decades of pent up horniness"

"Is that oka-"

"Babe I can do this for like 12 hours if that's what you want. I can probably push it to 18 hours just for you!"

They moved to press kisses against his breast while letting their fingers explore the crevices between the folds of fat around his gorgeous waist. They felt the slights bumps from stretch marks and freckles. They felt a tug in the end of their tail and looked to Emile to see him pointing at his lips so they leant up and kissed him.

"I want to suck you off" Emile mumbled against their lips, his eyes gazing up to meet theirs "I read about it in a book"

"Do you like actually know how it works or do you want me to like explain?"

"I wanna try for myself"

Remy kissed them again "Sure babe"

-

Emile jokingly clinged to them when Remy tried to get up from the properly sweaty bed "Hydration is like the cornerstone of sex babe"

"So is cuddles I theorize" He replied while slowly letting go of them, he stayed in the bed with the blanket bundled up around his feet and enjoyed watching them walk towards the kitchen butt naked.

"That is sooo true babe! This is why you're the like scientist of us two" They picked up the two cups the hotel left on the desk by the bed and went to fill them up in the bathroom.

By the time they had stepped a foot through what they thought was the door to the bathroom it was already too late to turn back.

The door had opened to Hell.

Disoriented and swearing they didn't open it to Hell they swung around to try and look back to the hotel room but the door had already closed behind them.

The stark white walls of Hell's halls blinded them making the cups fall and shatter on the ground around their feet.

Strong arms moved around their shoulders and held them stuck in place. All they could do was crane their neck back to see The Manager looking down at them.

With four of his arms around them and the other two on his hips he towered over them, staring with his blood orange eyes.

"How nice to see you in your work uniform" He said drily and when Remy immediately tensed up he snickered "Oh come on. I've seen you naked before"

"I was in the middle of working" They lied.

"No you weren't"

"I was-"

"Don't make it worse by bullshitting!"

The doors to the meeting hall opened and a slew of other more powerful demons walked in, some with four arms, others with six like The Manager, even one lagging behind with only three. The door closed behind them and they stayed standing along a line as if waiting for something, none of them seemed interested in Remy.

The Manager leaned down so his short beard scratched against the side of Remy's face and they shuddered "I've had my eyes on you but no evidence. I've just been waiting and waiting for you to do something with an Angel that would be such a fuck up there would be no way for you to hide it. And a demon and angel fucking isn't exactly something that goes unnoticed now does it"

"I seduced him!"

"I don't care who seduced who! And Heaven doesn't either! It's very black and white Remy! Either you had sex with an Angel or you didn't! And you did! Your Angel will be here any second now I think"

It was at that moment Remy began to trash around and kick their feet to try and get away from the manager "I SEDUCED HIM!" They cried out again.

A bright light lit up in a ring on the ceiling creating a hole to Heaven and for a few brief seconds it simply shone before a single body fell through and landed with a harsh thud on the marble floor.

It was Emile still half wrapped up in the bed cover with his halo glowing a shallow pink. He blinked rapidly while looking around trying to make sense of where he was while his wings spread out and got ready to fly.

His eyes turned wide as they landed on Remy while his body tensed up "REMY!"

"EMILE! It's okay! I'm here!"

"Aw you've given the angel a name. That's cute. Like a giving a nickname to a puppy" The manager commented.

The former Angel's wings started to flap when he saw the way the manager was holding his Remy.

His body had just began to lift off the ground when the other demons in the room all bombarded him at once. They pushed him back down to the ground and pressed him stomach down against the floor, some keeping their feet on his wrists while another held his face down.

Remy could see his eyes still looking to them and they tried to desperately kick the back of their head into the Manager's head to make him let go but nothing budged.

"EMI! EMI!" They kept screaming because they couldn't do anything else.

In sheer terror they looked as one of the demons grabbed a steady hold around one of Emile's wings and began to pull, and he didn't stop pulling. Another demon joined in. And another. And they all pulled and dragged and twisted until they could hear the bone pop and break.

Emile let out a cry as the wing went limp against his back. The other wing kept trying to fend the demons off but they did the same to it.

But they didn't stop. They grabbed ahold of the first wing again and pulled harder this time until the skin that connected the wing to Emile's back started to tear apart and blood and muscle reaveled itself.

"STOP! STOP! HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING! I SWEAR! I FORCED HIM! I FORCED HIM!"

Emile sucked in a big shaky breathe and shut his eyes tight for a second before trying to look at Remy again, though his eyes were so blurry from tears it was hard to make anything out.

"I don't regret anything" His voice was thick from crying "I love you Remy"

"I love you too!"

"That's enough of that" The manager covered Remy's mouth with one of his free hands and made them watch as Emile's wing was pulled from his back.

One of the demons brought a hammer and another laid the limp wing on the ground. With one big swing the last connection between the wing and Emile's back was severed and the wing was left laying on the ground. It twitched for a few more seconds before going completely still.

They did the exact same for the other wing. All as Emile screamed and screamed until his voice turned hoarse and then he sobbed.

"You hear that? Listen closely" The Manager murmured into Remy's ear "Cause it's the last thing you're gonna hear"

The manager forced Remy down onto their knees and pressed his hand against their forehead. Not once did they let their eyes leave Emile. Not even when The Manager said those three words.

"Hear No Evil!"

The screaming instantly stopped. The crying too. The footsteps, the sound of bones cracking and blood dripping. Even the sound of their own breathing disappeared.

Followed by a wave of such pain Remy buckled over on the ground and writhed with their hands against their ears. The Manager no longer had to hold them down because they were unable to do anything anyway.

Remy's sight went in and out of being blurry and spotted in black but still they forced their head up to look to Emile.

It was so eerily silent as they watched the demon with the hammer drag it towards Emile's head at the same time as they other demons held his face down towards the ground.

The demon lined the hammer up towards the soft pink halo and shattered it.

Bits of the halo flew out and landed on the ground just like the shards of glass. They could see his mouth open in a cry but didn't hear it.

The demons checked so the halo was properly broken before one after another they began to trail away and leave the room.

Remy felt a kick in their side and turned to look up at The Manager giving them one last look before he too left the room and closed the door behind him.

The pain was still ringing through Remy's skull but they fought through it and dragged themself across the floor towards their Angel. Emile laid so still it scared them until they got closer and could see his chest heaving up and down.

"Emile" They whispered.

His lips parsed but no words came.

"Emi answer me, tell me you're like alright. Emi"

His mouth moved again and Remy got a creeping sense of dread of what had been done to them.

"Emi can you move? Like shake or nod your head"

He reached out a shaking hand and Remy gently took it. They kissed his palm and caressed his face.

He pointed to the bed cover that had been left on the floor and they laid it around him, enveloping in the warm fabric. Of course he wasn't nearly as used to others seeing him naked than they were. The blood from his back quickly colored it red.

Emile squeezed their hand and said something "Emi I can't hear you. I can't hear anything"

He slowed down his words and tried to mouth it syllable by syllable.

"...B...Blo..Blood loss. Blood loss" Remy repeated while watching him "..N...Nee...Need med...Medicine. Okay. Okay. Yeah. Makes sense. Like- Like needle and thread shit?"

He nodded weakly.

"Okay. Okay. I'm like. I don't like us staying here 'cause like I dunno when or if like the manager is gonna come back or some other fuck so I'm like gonna have to move you. Okay Emi?"

Another nod.

"Okay. Like pinch me or something if it hurts too much or I gotta slow down or something- Shit do you want me to take your wings with you or- or-" He shook his head "Yeah no saving them you think? Okay. Okay"

They pulled their arms around Emile and hosted him up on his weak feet, his entire body leant against them as they took the first shaky steps towards the door with the bed cover dragging behind them.

"I know a place. Don't worry. Don't worry"

Not being able to hear their own voice scared them, they had no idea if they were shouting or whispering.

They pulled open the door and glanced around for any sight of the Manager but aside from a few succubi walking down the long hallways they couldn't see anyone.

Emile's eyes flickered half open and his head lolled forward. Remy took a big breathe and used all of their strenght to pick him up and carried him in their arms to the closest shower room.

Luckily it was one of the shower rooms which still had a functioning lock. They set Emile down on the steps that reached down into the shallow pool of water so that it reached up to his ankles.

When the bed cover was laid aside Remy could see the two big gaping wounds that had been created where Emile's wings used to be.

The blood had clotted around the edge of the skin and in the middle the wounds looked more white than red as bits of muscle and flesh showed. Remy felt sick to their stomach. The smell of iron hit them and their hands began to shake.

"Emi- Emi you have to tell me what to do. You're like the super smart doctor guy out of us- I don't- I don't know wha- You needed needle and thread right? Right. I'll be back"

On the way out of the room they caught a glimpse of themself in the mirror and felt their body freeze for just a second as they saw that their hair had turned pure white.

When they returned with a needle and thread Emile had sunk himself a bit further down into the pool so that his wounds ever so slightly grazed the water and turned it into a shade of light red that nearly matched his halo-

His halo. His halo looked like a pair of horns now.

Without the pieces connecting his halo in the middle all that was left was two faintly glowing pink cylinders sticking up from either side of his head that ended in jagged parts of what was left sticking out like horns.

"Hey Emi, I'm back" They said as they sat down on the step next to him "Can you- Please tell me you can somehow do it yourself. Like if I move the mirror or something you can maybe- Maybe see where yo're like supposed to sew or-"

Emile shook his head and put his hand against Remy's knee while meeting their eyes.

".....You have to tell me how. I- I- can't do-"

The former angel took the needle and thread in his unsteady hands and repeatedly motioned for how they had to sew before handing it back to them and with a pained expression leaned forward so they had easier acces to the wounds.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry" Remy pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck "I'm sorry"

They pressed the needle against their lover's skin and pushed it through. They could see Emile's body tense up and sweat harder and if they had dared to look at his face they would have seen him crying, but they knew they couldn't stop.

They pulled the thread through the hole in the skin and continued.

-

Remy had managed to find the two of them a change of clothes and even found a soft and loose cardigan that wouldn't rub too much against the newly closed wounds on their lover's back. With his body leant against theirs they dragged him towards the sleeping quarters where they along with several other squadrons of succubi slept.

When they got there the information that they were a white hair now must have already gotten to the rest of the succubi because someone had thrown the pillow and cover across the room. All of the succubi there stared at Remy and Emile when they came in.

Some of them opened their mouths but Remy couldn't know what it was they said, maybe that was a good thing. One of them spat at their feet while some of the others reached out to touch Emile's skin maybe just to see what an Angel felt like.

Remy growled at them and extended their wings to force the distance between the two of them and the succubi to increase.

They laid Emile down on the bed and with how much pain he had gone though, and was still going through he fell asleep almost immediately. Remy stayed awake next to him growling and nashing their teeth every time another succubi even came close to the bed.

-

It had gone a few weeks and Emile was able to sit up in bed and take a few steps on his own. Remy laid with their head in his lap and their eyes closed while he ran his fingers through their hair when he suddenly tapped them on the shoulder over and over.

They opened their eyes to see The Manager towering over the bed with his striking eyes staring holes into the former Angel. He parsed his lips and spoke and they could see Emile responding. They wanted to punch their fist into the wall at how frustrating it was to not understand.

Emile scribbled down in the notebook they had started to use to communicate 'He says that even though you are a traitorous white hair you still have to do your job'

"But- But I can't like go to earth right now. I have to like stay with- with-" Emile put his finger over their mouth to quiet them and they saw The Manager speaking again.

'You have to'

The manager had spoken for longer than three words. Emile was leaving something out, they guessed he had been threatening either or both of them.

Remy looked to The Manager before lowering their gaze again and pressing a quick kiss to Emile's cheek. "I will be back soooo soon babe okay!? I will find like the fastest cumming guys you've ever seen"

They didn't dare look at The Manager as they ran out of the room. The Manager looked at the succubi disappearing down into the hallway before slowly turning his eyes back to Emile.

"Take your shirt off"

"...I was nude when my wings were torn off. You have already seen me naked" Emile replied in the calmest voice he could muster "There's no need for me to-"

"Take your fucking shirt off!"

When Emile didn't comply he moved forward and dragged the cardigan off of him and for a few seconds The Manager just blared up and down at his body

"To think that they threw their whole life away for You!" He finally said "Look at you! You're..You're nothing!"

Emile's expression didn't change a single bit which made The Manager turn red from rage.

"Did they ever tell you we've had SEX! Huh!? I've been with them many M A N Y more times than you ever have! They've done every thing I've told them to!"

"They told some time in the 1920s yes"

The Manager sputtered and stared at him so hard it nearly looked like his eyes would pop out "WELL I will have been with them many more times than you ever will anyway! Because they will never want to fuck you again! Not with those ugly puss filled holes in your back! Even if they heal they're going to stay ugly and red and make you disgusting! And they will leave you to dust and probably I don't know kill themself for giving up their hearing to be someone as hideous as you!"

"Has insulting people helped you in the past? According to the behavioral theory of psychology most of our behavior is based on previous conditiong, so it's only a guess but it seems like it has helped you in the past" Emile replied.

"You're going to end up alone one day!" The Manager yelled right into his face before leaving.

-

It took another week until Emile had healed enough that he could walk around completely on his own again, though Remy still got too anxious about someone hurting him they always followed him if he left the room.

Still it was as if once he was able to take care of himself again all of the extra adrenaline Remy had been running on finally ran out and they barely had the energy to leave bed. When Emile tried to communicate with them they would start crying so hard he had to hold them until they stopped shaking.

"I feel like I lost you" They cried "I keep- I keep thinking that we like- we spent so much fucking time apart I never heard your voice enough and now I like never will again. What if I forget your voice Emi!? And like music and you reading to me and us just like talking! It's all- It's all gone! I'm gone! I don't even know if I'm like yelling or whispering right now. I'm sorry. I'm sorry"

They could feel Emile's breathe against their cheek as he said something but it only made them cry harder. He stayed with his head leant against their shoulder and with his arms around their waist until they fell asleep again.

--

One morning Emile woke Remy up with a kiss to their temple and still half asleep they mumbled "Need help changing bandages Emi?"

Emile shook them around slightly until they rubbed their eyes open and sat up. He held up the note he had written beforehand.

'I found the library finally! The language section was a bit underdeveloped but I managed to find these!'

He held up a few books with titles all being various variations on 'American Sign Language for dummies'. Remy tilted their head and squinted.

"You know I'm too stupid to read all that"

'Youre not stupid. You can read my notes perfectly fine, it only takes you longer time than other people. We will both learn sign. Together. I have found some papers on the psychology behind different peoples study patterns!'

Remy leaned forward to cup Emile's cheeks "I love your smile babe. You're like my shining sun" They sunk in on themself as their voice broke "I'm sorry I like hurt you"

Emile shook his head and quickly wrote 'I knew what was going to happen to me honey. It was the more powerful demons fault'

He wiped a tear away from Remy's cheek before adding.

'Besides now we can kiss whenever we want. For forever'

"Can we" Remy whispered, almost begged.

Emile kissed them and kissed them and kissed them until he saw their tail begin to wag back and forth from happiness.

'I want you' He wrote.

"I don't wanna like accidentally open the like wounds or anything. Do you think you can?"

'You know better than me what positions would hurt me the least'

Their tail rubbed against their temple as they thought "I can eat you out. We just gotta make sure you stay sitting up so you don't like lay down on the stitches"

Emile blushed bright pink as he motioned for the big sleeping hall and the other succubi here and there.

"Girl people fuck in here like aaaall the time. No one will mind. Uh but like if you're not like comfy we can go to the shower room?"

He nodded and Remy tightly took his hand in theirs and helped him to the shower room, he was still a bit slower than before the injuries.

Once in the room Emile pushed Remy close and kissed their neck while they helped him to sit up on the sink. They made out while the succubi unbuttoned his pants and palmed him through his underwear until they could feel him soaking wet through the fabric.

"If you like want me to stop or I do something wrong or Anything just like pinch my skin alright?" Remy asked.

They waited until Emile had clearly nodded before they helped him push the underwear down to his ankles and entwined their hand with his. They gave him another kiss before going down on their knees.

In the middle of it when Remy could feel the muscles in his thighs twitch against the sides of their head and his hand pulling at his hair they suddenly felt a slight pinch against their shoulder and instantly stopped.

They let the hand in their hair pull them up on their feet and they leant close to Emile. They thought he was going in for a kiss but instead they put his lips against their cheek so that instead of hearing it they could feel the vibrations against their skin as he moaned.

They feel a bit in love all over again at what a genius their lover was.

-

'E- E- I- L- E" Remy hand spelled out with their eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

'Close. You mixed up E with M again. Look' Emile showed the different letters again.

"What kind of asshole designed E and M to look so fucking similar"

He smiled before writing 'Its good you keep speaking at least so your muscle memory keeps remembering how to'.

"....Was I close enough to correct to like get some sweet Emi kisses as a reward?"

Emile laughed and Remy held their hand close to his mouth so they could feel his laughter before he laid down against their chest to kiss them. At first they held their hand over his chest to feel his heartbeat before moving to feel the slight movements and vibrations on his neck as his spoke.

They couldn't quite read his lips well enough yet to know what he was actually saying but simply feeling him speak was soothing in a similar that hearing him read had been.

He tapped on their cheek to get their full attention before hand spelling "I- L- O- V- E- Y- O- U"

Remy felt themself get all gooey inside as they watched his fingers move. "I love the way I can feel your body. It's like- It's like I'm uhh like totally getting to know you like all over again by how your body like moves and functions and vibrates and stuff. I think I like the idea of having decades in front of me to like learn every like crevice and movement of you. Y'know? Do I sound tots weird or what?"

'I think that sounds absolutely lovely dear'

1998

In the early morning Emile had a big grin on his lips as he snook up to the bed he shared with Remy. Their loud snores could be heard from a mile away and quietly sat down right next to it.

He positioned himself and blew the party horn so that the end of it hit Remy right on the nose.

"AUgh FuCK!" They shouted as they sat up straight.

As soon as they saw it was him they relaxed and leant back on their elbows while smiling so the quite new wrinkles near their eyes became visible.

"Heeey honeysuckle" They said before pulling Emile close to kiss him.

'I have a surprise for you!' He signed 'Its a concert. On earth! I saw a poster that this new artist called Britney Spears will perform at a mall! I think youre gonna like it!'

'E- M- I- its O- U- R- anniversary not just mine. You gonna enjoy it too?'

He nodded furiously.

'Okay Okay lemme get changed'

Emile sat on the bed and kicked his feet and whissled a little tune while watching Remy go through their entire stack of clothes in search for the most stylish show offy outfit they could possible put together.

"I want an outfit that like totally screams I'm on a special date with the best like lover guy man hubby you can ever wish for y'know??" They said while layering two different colored arm warmers on top of a fishnet top.

He sat obediantly in his favorite soft cardigan while Remy tested out which of his ties matched the best before landing on a pink tie. They fastened the tie and peppered him with kisses.

'Ready?'

'Ready!'

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Worst scene from Every Webcomic I've Riffed

Here it finally is. It's a sequel to a now outdated article thingy I did like 10 months ago. The only exceptions for this round are Peter and Company for being too new and Chugworth Academy due to the whole comic being the worst scene. Here we go

Alien Dice: Trasik is a Mimic

This may legitimately be the shittiest plot twist in the entire history of this blog. Honestly Tiffany came up with this whole plot twist because she felt that Chel killing Trasik would have been bad. And like, did Tiffany even realize that until that point, she wrote Trasik as an extremely irredeemable monster? Like the fans were BEGGING for Chel to finally kill Trasik. Considering we don't even know where the real Trasik is, and apparently she was kidnapped, this whole twist was such an afterthought. There wasn't even a single speck of foreshadowing. How did Brown SIrius not know? Why did Riley know it but not tell about it to ANYONE? It was just a last minute attempt to make Chel not a murderer. Come on, Tiffany, like, come on.

Bloody Mary: Shootout

Until this moment, Bloody Mary was just a lame crossover comic. Then Mary, a 13 year old girl, decides to start killing people after she witnesses two burglars about to rob a store. I get that the name of the comic is "Bloody Mary" but it didn't need to get so literal. Literally she could have saved her sister if she went back to the Test Family, but no, she somehow has to walk all the way to Mexico to save her herself, and commit several crimes on her way there. After this she continues to commit atrocities against humanity. How did she even know how to handle a gun? And what is that perspective?

Carnivores: Lothan's Gruesome End

From children killing people to children being killed. I've made it clear Lothan Arc is my least favourite Carnivores arc because the whole thing is torture porn of this poor beaked child. After being tricked to feed shark what is implied to be shit, the shark eats Lothan and shares it with the crocodile, thrashing Lothan's body so hard the whole pool turns red from blood. This then kills all the wolves who tortured Lothan earlier aside from one. It's not as out there as some of the later overkill endings Austin would do, but I feel it's the most disgusting one.

Console Girl: The Simulation Revealed

Before Alien Dice's worst moment, this was the worst plot twist in this blog's history. After the first few chapters full of ecchi hijinks, this comic pulled a SHOCK DARKNESS CEREBUS SYNDROME TWIST and revealed the whole comic until then had been simulation, and humans were under attack by the army of consoles. While the shittiness would only escalate from there with little girls and their giant boyfriends, as well as consoles going from obscure references to author's fetishes, this twist was the start of it all, and the biggest example of how to not do a comedy-to-serious transistion. It received no foreshadowing outside of numbers in names, and I am sure Neda pulled this out of his ass as soon as he realized he wanted to cash in on the whole Doki Doki Literature Club/Don't Hug Me I'm Scared-type "innocent thing turns DARK OOOOH" craze. Not to mention this comic fucking failed at being serious, there were still moments of shitty comedy in between, and the seriousness completely failed because of the ridiculous premise. "FUCKING CONSOLES, I'LL MAKE YOU PAY" remember?

Daisy Falls Apart: The Ending

The ending of this comic was so rushed, I couldn't believe it at first. After getting her kingdom back from Wart, the epilogue only lasted two pages, and Daisy didn't learn anything from her struggles, and it's likely Sarasaland is now fucked because Daisy is a tyrant and a womanchild. Maybe she will end up back at the beginning of the comic soon.

Dominic Deegan: Orc Rape

I was actually thinking if I wanted to rank the scene I disliked the most, or the scene I felt destroyed the comic's reputation. I decided that Orc Rape should be this comic's worst scene because it's so fucking stupid. Apparently it's an orc ritual that neither side wanted to take part in, but Stoneraper, our alleged hero, HAD TO DO IT because otherwise Melna would have DIED. Considering how Mookie would eventually turn orcs into the superminority to end all superminorities, this was such a horrible idea. Even worse than that, Melna did eventually fall in love with her rapist. If you want me to be mad at Siggy for hating the entire orc race, then forget about it.

Gene Catlow: Forzoi's Torment

Gene Catlow has the largest amount of terrible moments in combination of it being the longest comic I've riffed thus far and also being full of moments of corrupt morality from Albert's weird mind. Probably the worst moment of them all has to be Forzoi's torment of Carson. Forzoi has somehow convinced himself that Matt is a tyrant and thus constantly torments Carson and demands him to "wake up". He is genuinely an evil manifestation and almost feels like a mask-off moment for this comic's heroes, as he prevents Carson from telling the truth by choking him, and also controls his emotions and constantly speaks to him even from a far. He is literally trying to force Carson to change his mind, even if he doesn't want to. Which quite frankly is what the heroes are also trying to do with the rest of the world, except they're able to hide their true intentions behind therapy speak.

Kit n Kay Boodle: Hammer of Love

Yes. I didn't pick any of the real life arcs because they're all lies. Instead the awful repetitive dialogue of Angela is probably the cringiest part of this comic. She constantly keeps talking about T-shaped laywer's Hammer of Love. And this gets worse when the T-shaped lawyer later keeps talking about ISLANDIA PACIFICA as he plans to reform his lawyer group as yiff-defenders. Man, there was so much in common with Kit n Kay Boodle and Gene Catlow, why was I such an idiot and not make the connection while Albert was still alive???

Las Lindas: Alej’s Redemption

Talk about losing all the conflict this comic had. Alejandra was such a good character until this moment, the only character who could stand off against Mora's dictatorship of douchebaggery. I should have quit reading after Alej knocked Mora out, really because nothing after that is worth reading. On top of that Alej's redemption comes out of nowhere. Just because there is a lot of text during these pages doesn't mean they're actually saying anything meaningful. Alejandra turned good because "Oh, how DARE I disagree with Mora??? She is the most PERFECT FUCKING BEING EVER!!!". Go fuck yourself, and being a lesbian doesn't make you any better.

Monster Girl Academy: The Emotional Moment

Gee, what would be the worst moment in the worst webcomic I've ever riffed? It's easy, the moment when longtime friends Zack and Hua kiss for the longest time. It's not really bad if you see it out of context, but it becomes downright rotten when you think about everything surrounding it. In-universe Hua and Zack called eachother little sister and big brother until one day after seeing Zack get a harem Hua was like "I WANNA LOVE YOU TOO" and later when Hua got wet nipples Zack suddenly got super horny and realized just how INNOSEXY and MODEST Hua is. It's such unnatural development of romance, since this shit is written by Kraw, the turbovirgin whose proudest relationship is a lesbian relationship where the other side treats the other more like an object than a person. And then you get to out-of-universe stuff, the fact this whole webcomic exists as a porn comic behind a paywall that doesn't even feature porn that frequently. The fact this comic attempts an emotional moment with Zack and Hua kissing after overcoming their anxiety is so goddamn manipulative. It shows you that Kraw can't stop pretending he isn't writing for the lowest common denominator, and we'll get another moment like that from him later.

Roommates: Captain Peregrine

There are no humans in your world of gay furries, so naturally you turn Captain Falcon into Captain Peregrine. This serves no purpose, why are these characters even playing Smash when two of them ARE in Smash? Is Kirby a furry? Is R.O.B a furry? Are polygon fighters all furries? Is Mr. Game and Watch a furry? Is Mario a furry? Doing this stupid joke because you have no creativity unironically destroys your terrible gay porn comic's universe more than any closeted homophobes would. Also, of course Spelunker and Dreamous are Melee players.

Spinnerette: Abortion Argument

If I had to pick the worst moment among the sea of worst moments, this would be it. Kraw thought it was a good idea to include allegorical arguing about pro-life vs. pro-choice in an arc where Spinnerette turns fat after switching powers with Greta. This causes Spinny to turn her back on Tiger and Mecha Maid, once again being the idiot of the comic.

The inclusion of topical topics in your comic, especially if they're allegorical, will not only date your comic immensely but basically turn you from a writer into a soapbox. You might as well let your twitter feed write your comic. It's so forced and bad, it almost makes you want to support the opposite argument the creator is saying out of spite! It's like a goddamn psyop designed to make that side look bad! If you support abortion, you fap to fat Spinnerette. You can blame this page for Roe v. Wade getting repealed. Thanks Kraw!

Warmage: Spanking Scene

Need I say more?