#sorry again for being on mobile and without a cut :(

[rubys-domain]

i finally figured out how to deal with the raiden shogun weekly boss

[ectoberhaunt]

Ectoberhaunt 2023: Science VS Magic

Dear Phandom new and old, sorry for the delay but this here is our 2023 theme and prompt list! Once again we've changed it up a little to make it a little easier on all of us, and to invite fun and mayhem Phandom wide! Prompts are once again Monday-Friday, with Friday being singular prompts, and weekends being (mostly) free as catch up days. The only real change is our new 'isekai weekend' on the 21st and 22nd, with two different sub prompts for the days. Isekai is a subgenre of anime in which a character ends up in a different place or world all together. It literally translates to 'otherworld'! The two prompts for this weekend are 'past prompt', where we want to see the Phandom use a prompt from either of our previous calendars. The other is 'portal shenanigans'. We highly encourage you to create crossover content and AUs you've wanted to play with. As always, our last prompt day is October 24th to make way for the Ectober Week event. This means our free days are the 1st, 7th, 8th, 14th, 15th, with the 25th-31st being @ectoberweekofficial's time to shine. Please tag all prompt fills as "Ectoberhaunt23", and follow the additional posting guidelines below!

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The Prompts

Below are the listed prompts in date order, if it's blank it's a catch up day. First prompt is Science, second is Magic!

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Tecnomancy vs Botonamancy

Black Cat vs White Crow

Aliens vs Zombies

Hunt vs Haunt

Tabletop

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Robots vs Dragons

Pseudoscience vs Occultism

Dread vs Calm

Obsession vs Repression

Horror Flick

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Revenant vs Death Echo

Blood vs Flesh

Unravel vs Intertwine

Claws vs Horns

Danse Macabre

Isekai: Past Prompts (2021 | 2022)

Isekai: Portal Shenanigans

Technus vs Magic

Science vs Dora Ectober Week!

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[philsmeatylegss]

Every older gen z has one boomer opinion that they feel so strongly about and mine is that children should not have access to a tablets until age 10, should have a flip phone from 10-12, and should only get a mobile phone 12+. The only screens allowed should be tvs and shit like DS’s. And even the gaming devices should be limited to an hour or two: I’m not a parent in this world blah blah blah. You’re only doing yourself a disservice by shoving an iPad in a kids face to shut them up. It will be way more of a headache when they get older and then it’s a lot harder to reverse. Older Gen z, people born like 2005 and before (as someone born in 2003) was that cut off of childhood without electronics. I had a DS around 7/8, a tablet at 10, a flip phone 10-11, and my first iPhone at 12 (which was unmonitored but probably should have been) and I’m so fucking thankful for that. Kids aren’t going to know how to entertain themselves in ten years without screens. Fuck I sound like a boomer but it’s genuinely concerning. And it’s pure laziness. I’m not saying it’s bad to once in a while give a kid an iPad to shut them up or letting them have an hour or two a day of screen time. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about parents who have their kid on an iPad more than not. I can’t even imagine the damage it’s going to eyes and maybe even skin. I know my eyes got significantly worse after a few years of being chronically online and that wasn’t until I was 12. I’m a very pro technology pro internet person. I will argue for it till I’m blue in the face. But I’m pro internet pro technology for teens and adults. Kids in school now have significant speech delays because everyone wore masks when they were learning to speak and couldn’t see mouths to mimic. Kids are fucked. They’re already being set up to fail in the current circumstances, but letting an iPad parent them, never teaching patience and helping them to entertain themselves, you want your kid to fail. Once again, I don’t think it’s a bad thing when used sparingly. I think it can be beneficial when used right even. But that line between using it as a reward and using it as a replacement parent has gotten so thin that I honestly don’t blame parents who have lost sight of it. As upset as it makes me, there should also be recognition of how easy it is to fall in that trap. This is such a boomer rant and I’m not even sorry about it. I am unbelievably pro technology pro online pro phones pro internet, but for minds that have developed enough to have the ability to think. Kids can’t fucking think when they’re distracted like that. And it really is genuinely insane that my leap frog and DSI used sometimes at restaurants and on long road trips was the last semblance of an internetless childhood. I don’t want kids for many reasons, but one is that they’re being brought into a world that makes it so hard to successfully parent and for them to be successful. I think there are many places that have gotten so much better, but so much that has gotten so much worse. Like this. This is such a random ass rant that is crazy to have been written by someone who is 21. I promise a boomer didn’t steal my phone. I just have issues

[gatitties]

Mute: O2. Friends!

O1. Flowers / O2. Friends! / O3. Study / O4. Ice-cream / O5. Sick / O6. Locked up / O7. Fight / O8. Friends? / O9. Grateful / 1O. Wishes

You told your clubmates about what happened the other day, skipping the part where you got lost of course, they recognized the boy as Satori Tendou or as they called him 'guess monster'. You thought they exaggerated when they told you that it was better to stay away from him because he had a bad reputation, but you refused knowing that he could not be as they describe him, that is to say, it did cause you fear to know that he was able to literally read your mind but he did not look like a monster as others describe it.

You had a strange feeling in your body, you hadn't seen him for a couple of days and you had the need to do it without knowing why, maybe you were simply excited to know that you could 'talk' to someone without the need to specify your mobile device or pocket notebook, it was a pleasant surprise for you to know that he understood you perfectly. That's why you were standing at the door of the gym where you were warned not to go so as not to communicate with the redhead, plus you were also told that the volleyball team was scary, refusing to judge them, you opened the doors without making a sound.

As silent as ever you climbed into the stands unseen, leaning on the railing to watch the players. You recognized the copper-haired boy in your class; Kenjiro Shirabu, you hadn't really communicated much with him, you only knew his name and that he was someone quite salty with people. Your gaze swept past the stoic boy accompanying Tendou to one with a cut like a bowl.

Most of the practice you observed how they repeated some plays many times, they got to you excited when they nailed a shot strongly making a dull noise, if you were not mute surely they would have heard you gasp in surprise at their movements. You waited for most of them to leave so you could leave without being seen, you wanted to talk to Tendou but you didn't think that he wouldn't want to or that he already had other plans that you weren't in, that's why you tried to escape, and again, as you are you, what you want never happens. You were about to cross the door when a hand rested on your shoulder, you got a little scared by the unexpected but you regained your composure to turn to face your captor.

"What are you doing here?"

Straight to the point, Shirabu was not going to waste any time, you sighed to grab your phone quickly typing your answer.

«I was just watching, sorry to interrupt, I'm leaving»

"Watching? Are you interested in joining as a manager or something?"

Even being a rather sarcastic and moody boy, the idea of ​​having a club manager caused him emotion. You denied breaking his little happiness, with a clumsy smile you bowed apologetically, you hurried out of there unmolested but he grabbed you again. You sighed to turn around again.

«Tendou!»

Without realizing the presence of the boy painted a nice smile on your face, getting infected by your smile, he greet you with his hand asking you what you were doing there. You wouldn't admit you were there for him so you just said you were curious because people were talking about the team a lot.

"So you've been watching our practice?"

«Yeah! It's amazing, the way you hit the ball, how they receive it, they place it and the coolest thing is when it falls on the ground making that noise POW! against the ground looks so exciting! In addition, the dark-haired boy tries so hard that it makes me want to play»

Tendou laughed, you blushed embarrassed for having thought too much about how great they were, he didn't blame you, you could never express yourself properly and now that you could 'speak' it felt so good that you wanted to do it for hours without stopping.

"Tendou, you have to keep cleaning."

The captain scolded him, although he didn't pay much attention, you had to help him to finish, you apologized to Ushijima when you found out his name and he didn't care, the redhead used to sneak away from his work often.

"Don't you want to join us?"

You looked at him strangely as he pointed to four guys behind him; Shirabu, Ushijima, the boy with the bowl haircut and another one who had gray hair with dark tips. You pointed to yourself as a question and he nodded, insecure you decided to deny when you saw how they approached but it was too late.

"Guys! She will join us today."

«I didn't even answer you»

He chuckled at you, ran a hand through his long hair to reply nonchalantly.

"Come on, it will be fun, you can make more friends."

«Friends? You want to be my friend?»

At this point you didn't know if you were more excited than him, he shrugged, hiding his smile.

"We're friends, right? Plus I know you'd like to see the training again."

Instinctively you grabbed his hands looking at him with determination, taking him by surprise, you nodded vigorously while flashes were seen in your eyes. He just smiled at your actions, patting you on the head.

"What do you say Tendou?"

You both looked at the grey-haired boy who seemed just as intrigued as the other three, Tendou smiled proudly again, he put an arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah, you know, she really loves to see us practice, especially the auctions of our future ace."

«Hey! Don't say that like that, it's embarrassing» You only made him laugh more «Do not laugh!»

"I-I'm not laughing"

He put a hand to his mouth to keep from laughing.

«Moron...»

"That mouth!"

You stuck your tongue out at him childishly, laughing quietly.

"Were you... were you talking or something?"

[chuubacca-writes]

Hi there! Could I request a smut of Barbatos smut? Oh with male reader. Possessive Barbatos tailfucking his lover?

A/N - sorry it took so long! I just moved and also depression is a bitch. anyway, I did my best here. I've never written for a male reader before but it's such a hard thing to find that I decided to give it a go. The formatting is kinda rough because I wrote this on mobile but i hope I did okay!

Pairing - Barbatos x Male!reader

Summary - Barbatos sees a hickey on your neck and is overcome with the need to claim you as his.

Warnings - SMUT, minors dni, amab reader, male appendages, anal sex, tail play (wtf do you even call that?) handjobs, hickeys, choking (kinda, barb puts his fingers in your mouth), name-calling (reader gets called slut once), lmk if I missed any

Word Count - 1722

Barbatos was restless. It wasn’t a familiar feeling for the demon. he was used to being calm, put together, and stoic. But he couldn’t keep his mind focused on his duties. He nearly spilled Prince Diavlo’s tea. Barbatos never fumbled with tea. It was all because of you. You had come by to have tea with him and the demon prince like you did every once and a while. He always liked it when you came over, it gave him an excuse to sneak sly glances at you when you weren’t looking.

That's what brings us to today. The tea kettle had almost slipped from the demon's gloved fingers and crashed into the young prince’s cup when Barbatos’ sharp eyes caught on the way the collar of your shirt just barely concealed a dark purple bruise at the junction of your shoulder.

A bruise that looked suspiciously like a hickey.

“Are you alright, Barbatos?” Diavlo asked. the prince’s brows furrowed at the uncharacteristic clumsiness of his loyal butler.

Barbatos recovered quickly, his composure sliding easily back into place. “Of course, no need to worry about me,” he reassured with a tight smile. But his mind was racing. Who could have put their hands on you? Which demon took what was his? It sickened him to think about anyone other than him touching you, kissing you, tasting you.

He had to excuse himself from tea that day, unable to look at you without his gaze immediately zoning in on the hickey.

The next time you arrive for tea, Diavlo is nowhere to be found, it's only Barbatos smiling politely and inviting you inside. Even you can tell there’s something different in his smile, but you happily join him for tea anyway.

You watch as Barbatos gestures to the table with an unusually tense smile. you hear the soft click of the lock and turn to see his long, gloved fingers on the doorknob.

“Barbatos what–” you start, confused.

He’s towering over you in a split second, eyes glowing with a possessiveness you’ve never seen before.

His hand hovering over the crook of your neck, the soft fabric of his gloves ghosting over your skin.

You’re breaths come out shallow, eyes blown wide as you stare at the man in front of you.

“What are–”

“Undress.”

Again your words are cut short by his rough voice. the command sending electricity straight between your legs.

Barbatos noticed the growing tent in your pants and his lips curled into a smug smirk. He shook his head, still smiling wickedly. “I’m waiting…”

You have no idea what came over you, but you stood and feverishly scrambled to tear your clothes off.

Barbatos chuckled. his sharp eyes catching on every little detail of your body when you finally stood naked before him. His smirk fell when his gaze landed on that bruise on your neck. He stepped closer. his boots made heavy, dominant thuds as he stalked ever closer to your already trembling body. His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you melt into the feeling, your head pressing into his touch. He would have thought it cute, and endearing if he wasn’t so irritated. Do you give away your affection so easily? Let demons leave hickeys upon your tender, human flesh without a thought? That luxury should belong to him and him alone.

His thumb brushes along your bottom lip and you assume he’s going to pull you into a kiss until he pushes his gloved finger between your teeth. You look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. “Take them off,” Barbatos growls and it takes you a moment to realize he means his gloves. Your teeth bite down on the tip of the glove, careful not to graze his finger. You tug, and he replaces his thumb with his index finger. You repeat the process until his glove falls from your mouth and his bare hand is again grasping the side of your face.

“Good boy.” He purrs before his hand moves to wrap around your throat and pull you close. close enough for his lips to meet yours in a rough kiss. The sound that comes out of you is undignified, but your eyes flutter closed when his forked tongue pushes its way into your mouth. Your hands instinctively move to tangle in his hair, but something wraps around your wrists and pulls them behind your back. You open your eyes to see that he has shifted into his demon form, his tail binding your wrists. Barbatos pulls away, his eyes practically glowing at the sight of you. lips red and kiss-swollen, panting, hair disheveled, completely bare in front of him.

“You look pathetic.” Barbatos observes, but his tone is amused, especially when you whine and pout and say “‘s your fault…”

He hums in acknowledgment, his hands moving to grip your hips and drag you into a sitting position– on his lap.

A whine escapes your throat when your erection rubs against his knee. precum smearing on his dark slacks.

“Look at you… making a mess.” he mused, his hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head back, exposing your neck. Now he gets to leave some of his own hickeys. His tongue dances along the column of your throat, teeth nipping and biting to wrench whimpers from your pretty lips. “Barbatos… please,” you beg. your neglected dick is throbbing for some sort of friction, hips bucking into the air of their own accord.

The demon simply chuckles at your predicament, tail still stubbornly wrapped around your wrists so you can’t take matters into your own hands. “You think you deserve to be touched? After all the teasing you put me through.”

Before you can ask “What teasing?” he’s flicking open a bottle in his free hand. You have no idea where or when he got lube, but you could care less about the logistics.

“But I need to see your face when I finally wreck you, so I’ll give in for now.”

He uncoils his tail from your wrists and shifts his legs so that you’re straddling him. He allows you to anchor yourself by holding onto his shoulders.

“Be a good boy and keep them there,” he orders. You nod. Something cold and wet presses against your ass, making you gasp and jolt into him, surprised. He lets out an amused sound, setting down the bottle of lube and letting his hand settle on your hip. You could see both of his hands, so what was–

You bite back a lewd groan when the tip of his tail pushes past the tight rim of your ass. Barbatos’s hand moves to wrap around your throat again, clicking his tongue.

“I want to hear all the noises you make, don’t you dare hold them back.”

His tail pushes deeper, brushing against your prostate. Your toes curl and you yelp, your face burying into Barbatos’s shoulder. Curses slip from your lips as Barbatos starts thrusting his tail in and out, setting a brutal pace that makes you arch and curl into him.

You uttered his name like a prayer, ironic, seeing as he’s a demon, but it sounded so sweet on your tongue. Barbatos grunted when your hand slipped from his shoulder, dragging down his chest and landing directly on his crotch, right up against his erection. It had been completely an accident, and when you noticed, you squeaked out an apology that sounded half-hearted with the way your voice tapered off into a whine.

Barbatos licked his lips, eyes alight with pure sin. The way he gripped your throat like you belonged to him. the way his fingers pushed against your tongue in punishment. the way his voice vibrated in his chest as he ordered you to “suck.”

You obeyed, of course. Lips closing around his digits and eyes rolling back when his tail rubbed against that sensitive spot inside you. His free hand wrapped around the base of your aching cock. at the same time, his fingers push deeper into your throat. You gag, tears pricking your eyes as a choked cry barely makes it out of your mouth.

“Getting close?” Barbatos asks, his sadistic grin and lust-blown eyes boring into you. You nod frantically, tears slipping past your waterline.

“Do you think a slut like you deserves to cum?” he growls, his hand squeezes your cock, pumping fast. You were going to cum if he kept at it. You tried to warn him by digging your nails into his shoulders, but he only sped up. His tail thrusting and his fist pumping. You let go with a strangled sob of his name, your hips bucking into his hand as you painted his shirt white.

Surprisingly gentle, Barbatos removed his fingers from your mouth. He slowly pulled his tail out of your abused hole, tenderly setting you down on a chair. Your brain was still hazy from your orgasm, barely able to keep your head up. You blinked down at Barbatos as the butler cleaned you up. he was already dressed in a fresh shirt and pants, looking as clean and professional as always. as if he hadn’t just fucked your brains out.

“Was I too rough?” he asked softly, helping you pull your pants back on.

You shook your head, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, a lovesick grin on your face. he smiles, his hands softly trailing along your chest. his fingers pause over the bruise on your shoulder. your eyes followed his gaze.

"like my bruise?" you asked, "mammon dropped a book on me when we were cleaning the library." your lips curled up at the memory. Barbatos stared at you for a moment before clearing his throat and handing your shirt back to you. "of course…"

you raised a brow, observing him inquisitively. you put the pieces together, a sly smile spreading across your face. "did you think it was a hickey? is that why you got all possessive of me?" you blushed and pursed your lips, giving him big puppy dog eyes. "of course not!" Barbatos insisted, but there was a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. you tugged on your shirt, standing and wrapping your arms around him, pressing a soft kiss to the demon's lips. "don't worry, Barbatos. I'm all yours…"

[dontfindmerain]

hotel room

summary: about 800 words, short little drabble on the one bed trope with wilbur. Wilbur and reader are very close friends. for the lovely @toiletwipes <3

not proof read sns

a/n: sorry if the formatting is weird, I wrote this at work on mobile :')

Wilbur was an idiot. Plain and simple. An absolute fool. What other explanation could there be for this situation he had put you both in?

Wilbur had been the one to suggest booking a hotel room instead of driving a few hours back to your american friend's apartment. He found a nice enough place and all for a pretty good price. He only made one mistake.

There was only one damn bed. Even worse, it was just a tad too small for you to both fit comfortably without being rather close.

"Wilbur, what the hell are we going to do now?" you laughed at him, his face was proper flushed, muttering something about how he was tired when he booked the room.

"I didn't think to check, I had assumed there would be two beds," he glared at you as you continued to giggle, "It's not that funny darling, if you keep laughing I might just make you sleep on the floor." You stopped and gaped at him.

"Uh-uh, nope, you fucked up, you're sleeping on the floor. It's either that or we'll have to share it.." you trailed off as your face heated at the thought.

It's not like it would be the end of the world. Only it was. As much as you hated to admit it, you liked Wilbur a lot. Much more than the friendship you currently shared. Wilbur didn't need to know that, though. Him and his stupidly cute face..

He smirked at you and teased, "Oh yeah? I'm sure you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" He stepped closer to you, and your eyes focused on the ground, finding it very interesting at this moment.

His hand lifted your chin up to face him before leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Go on darling, use your words."

Your face became impossibly flushed, stuttering while attempting to find the right thing to say. Wilbur had always been flirty with you, but this seemed different. He stepped back, laughing and shaking his head.

"I'm just teasing you, my love, I'll sleep on the floor since it was me who-"

"No, we can share. It's fine," you cut him off speaking quickly. You covered your mouth as soon as the words escaped. Shit. There is no way you just said that out loud.

He smiled at you a little confused, "Alright then, whatever you like. I'll take the bags while you get changed, yeah?"

Your mind was racing, but you managed a nod, grabbing a large t-shirt and some rather short shorts. After practically running to the bathroom and changing, you headed back over to Wilbur.

He had already gotten ready for bed and was scrolling through his phone, waiting for you to join him. You cautiously slid into bed beside him, trying to give him enough room, but barely having any yourself.

"Seriously, love?" Wilbur chuckled, motioning for you to come closer, "Come here, you're going to fall." You obliged, scooting next to him and getting comfortable as he wraps his arms around you. You were blushing intensely, his scent enveloping you. He tangled his legs with yours so that neither of you were hanging off the edge and brought you even closer to him.

If that wasn't enough to make you flustered, what he did next definitely was.

He squeezed you gently and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He chuckled when your breath hitched, knowing the effect he had on you.

"Darling, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you might have a fever from how warm you're getting," he spoke lowly, teasing again, "Would you like to explain yourself?"

Once again, you were at a loss for words, as if he had stolen them from you. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as he pulled back to look at you again.

"Hmm, struggling, are we? Gods, you're adorable, you know that?" He smiled, glancing down at your lips.

Somehow, that snapped you out of your speechless state. "I am not adorable! I am a menace to society! How dare you even sugg-"

He cut off your ramble with a kiss, cautious at first and then confident when you kissed him back. His hands traveled from your back down to your hips and squeezing. You gasped, mouth opening and he took the opportunity to explore you further.

When you finally pulled back for air, looking up at him, his pupils were blown wide, face red and lips swollen. He smiled so big his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that, my love?"

"Yeah? I dont know, maybe you should kiss me again just so I can be sure," you smiled back at him, closing the short distance between the two of you once more.

You guessed it was safe to say he liked you back. He was still an idiot, no doubt. But he was your idiot.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

i can't remember the number, I'm on mobile but can you do the takeout question for riorgail please?

Hi! I'm so sorry I missed this. It somehow got deleted and then I got distracted with my solstice fic and Let's Play Pretend. Here it is below the cut!

Who prepares/orders takeout for the other person just because they know how much their partner loves it?

Here's about 1200 words in a Lawyer AU.

Hope you like it!

When Xaden was upset, Violet just knew. Even without words, without even seeing him, she knew. Violet wasn't certain of when it began exactly, she'd long suspected it had just always been this way, but it seemed the ability to sense him had been there from the moment they became more than just reluctant allies. It wasn't easy being an intern at New York's biggest law firm even with Violet being a legacy. And Xaden, Xaden was the son of the city's most notorious defense attorney which earned him little approval from those who deemed the Riorson's unethical. But fought through the internship they did, falling in love in the process and forging a connection that ran so deep that it left them with tethers between them even when apart. So yeah, Violet could sense in her heart, her very bones, that he was in need of cheering up.

Other than the free use of her body or a hug from Liam, there was only one other thing that was guaranteed to make Xaden smile. And that was a slice of double chocolate cake, with extra frosting, from Aretian Late Night Bakery in Brooklyn. She'd do whatever she could to pick him up some, even call in the favor that Ciaran owed her for offering free law advice.

Violet looked at her watch, noting the time nearing nine and swore. She'd have to rush to get there in time before it closed. But for Xaden, she'd do anything .

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Xaden's curls were without a doubt messed up from how many times he'd run his hand through it. Imogen had looked through the case files with him a million times but they couldn't find the peace of evidence he knew he needed. The one he knew that fucker, Navarre, on wall street had hidden somewhere. He'd known what he was signing up for when he went to law school: late nights, bad takeout, and the possibility of losing cases. But this was one he needed to win. Their lawyer had had his father disbarred over a decade ago, which lead to a chain of events he didn't even want to think about ever again.

"Let's call it a night and start again tomorrow." Imogen called from the doorway, hand on the light switch threatening to flip it off. "We both have people we want to get home to."

I manage a smirk at the thought of her and Garrick finally getting their shit together. That smirk turns into a full on smile as I think of Violet, who'd had a later day too, but was likely already sitting at home waiting for him. He volleyed between wishing she was out of her suit and into one of his shirts and wanting the privilege of peeling today's pantyhose and black skirt off of her. He shifted in his seat just thinking about it.

"Get the fuck out of here, Riorson." Imogen rolled her eyes as she turned to go. "And say hi to Violet for me."

Xaden closed his laptop, deciding that Imogen was right and despite his sour mood and need to pour through the files just one more time he needed to go home and see his fiancé more. He thought about how on her lighter days she liked to unwind with a glass of Malbec, whiskey sours when the days were busy, but there was no better comfort food for her than a crusty chunk of French Bread and olive oil. And there was no where else to get that bread than Aretian Late Night Bakery. It was all the way over in Brooklyn, but she was worth it. She was everything. A little detour before returning home to their Penthouse was nothing compared to what he'd be willing to do for her.

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Aretian Midnight Bakery was a staple in Xaden's family. So when Violet became a part of that family, it was a staple for her too. That pull in her chest, the one she always feels when her need for Xaden feels particularly strong, was even stronger as she strode through the bakery doors. Her mind was everywhere, Is Xaden okay? I wonder when he'll be home? I hope this case is over soon. She wasn't looking where she was going when she entered the doors and she ran face first into a wall.

When did that get there?

When the wall was warm and chuckled she looked up and gasped when her eyes met a pair of gold flexed-onyx.

"Violence." Xaden crooned, wrapping his arm around her waist and not letting her go. "What are you doing in Brooklyn?"

"I could ask you the same thing, counselor." Violet moved her arms up his chest until she could brush the now very loosened curls off of Xaden's forehead. He closed his eyes and nearly purred at the gesture, bringing a soft smile to Violet's face even at the tension in Xaden's jaw.

She had been right. He had needed her tonight.

Xaden let go of her with one arm and held up her favorite french bread with a tilted smile, waving it in the air and showing her why exactly he was in Brooklyn too.

"Xaden, you didn't!" Violet grabbed the bread with a squeal, pressing it to her nose and taking in the warmth and scent of fresh bread.

"You still haven't answered my question." Xaden's smile curled up completely.

"Violet Sorrengail!" Ciaran called out from behind the counter, hitting the bell with a goofy smile. It startled Violet but she moved around her giant fiancé anyways and snatched up the chocolate cake she'd ordered.

"You got me chocolate cake." Xaden said with a soft voice, his eyes softening too as he took it from her arms. It was nearly the width of her and heavy with all the extra frosting, so he was glad to take it off of her hands.

"I could tell it was a rough day." Violet explained with a shrug, reaching out and touching Xaden's arm. His brows furrowed, allowing the act of someone else caring for him to wash over him. Five years together and he still hadn't gotten used to it.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" Xaden ran his hand through Violet's hair until it rested at the base of her neck.

"Only several thousand times." Violet basically sang back, tilting her head for the invitation to kiss her. And he did, not several thousand times, but enough to wear Ciaran told them to get out of there despite smiling widely at them.

"I love you too, Xaden." She told them when he walked her to her car. And she told him when he opened the door for her, waiting to walk up to their unit until she got there. And she told him again when they cut the bread and the cake, settling and rejoicing in their dinner of carbs. And she told him when he put on her favorite movie. And when she felt the heady weight of him above her, crying it out when he brought them both over the edge. And when she laid her head on his chest, spent and sated and happy.

And she'd tell him a thousand more times.

A million more times until the day she died.

And after that, she'd say it again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[vanillael]

ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴ

Bruce plans a date with Y/N but ends up not going.

Y/N was in her bedroom picking out an outfit for her date night with Bruce. It’s been a few weeks since she last saw him, so she tried to look her best. It was almost like getting ready for their first date again, except they’re already 1 year into the relationship. 

She wanted to impress him, but also subtly show him everything he’s missed. She wore her best fitted dress, curled the ends of her hair and wore bold makeup. 

Y/N and Bruce’s relationship was complicated. Of course it was complicated, she’s literally dating Batman! They can go weeks or even months without seeing each other. 

It’s actually not Y/N fault, she tries her best to keep the relationship going. She wants to make sure it never gets awkward the few times they actually meet. 

Bruce however sometimes forgets he’s in a relationship. He’ll get reminded every once in a while when Y/N sends him a scandalous picture. 

Y/N knew getting into a relationship with Batman would mean little spare time just for them to hang, but she wasn't expecting it to be so little.

She looks at the mirror and giggles. Who wouldn’t be happy to see their boyfriend after a long time?

She picks up her phone and sends Bruce a message. 

“I’m leaving the house now, can’t wait to see you ❤” 

She nervously bites her lip before taking one quick glimpse at the mirror and walks towards the door. 

AT THE RESTAURANT 

Because Y/N and Bruce had a reserved table at the restaurant, Y/N was allowed in to wait inside. She ordered a glass of water and slowly sipped on it patiently waiting for Bruce. 

The time was already 9 PM and Bruce was supposed to be there, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Y/N didn’t want to seem annoying so she assumed he was running a bit late.  

The time was now nearing 10 PM. She was more worried than upset so she wrote to Bruce in hopes he’ll answer. 

“Hey, I’m already inside. Where are you?” 

She knew she wouldn’t get an immediate answer but her eyes were still glued to the phone waiting for Bruce's status to go from ‘offline’ to ‘online’. The status never changed and he never answered. 

10.35 PM

Y/N legs were furiously and uncontrollably bouncing up and down under the table. She was having a lot of anxiety. She was scared that Bruce was locked up somewhere getting tortured. 

She tried to ignore those types of thoughts but it was still something that bothered her. Messages such as; “Where are you?”, “Honey, answer please”, “Should I come over?” were being sent to him. 

The distressed woman tucks some hair behind her ear as she looks at the empty seat in front of her. 

11 PM

At this point Y/N had given up on sending messages. She had lost her appetite and ended up playing mobile games to spend time. She was so into her game she didn’t notice the well dressed man in front of her. 

She finally noticed a presence in front of her. As she was looking downwards she saw black dress shoes making her happily look up

“I knew you’d come-,” she said excitedly. Her excitement quickly cut when she saw the face. It wasn’t her man. 

“Ma’am, we are forced to ask you to leave as a young couple rented the entire  restaurant for themselves. They should arrive in a few minutes so you unfortunately have to leave.” 

Y/N looked down at her phone to check if she’d gotten a message. None. 

She weakly smiled at the man before getting her purse and walking towards the door. When she got into her car she immediately burst into tears.

As she was about to drive off her phone buzzed. She wiped her tears before picking the phone up and read the message. 

“Sorry I couldn’t make it. I had a few things to discuss with Selina Kyle. Hope you have a good night, I love you.”

You’d think the “I love you” would make her feel better but instead she burst into tears once more realizing her boyfriend bailed on her for another woman. Ouch. 

(A/N: Hi. Hope you enjoyed reading this short little one-shot I recently thought of. I’ve been meaning to post something on this account and today I had some spare time to actually sit down and seriously try to write something. 

You’ll have to excuse my choice of words and grammar as English isn’t my first language (it’s not even my 3rd🤭) but yeah.. Hope you enjoyed it and don’t forget to follow, BYEEE!!)

[badassxbirdy]

Happy New Year! It’s time once again for an activity update. If you’re new here: these posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brain fog strikes. This update includes replies and interactions posted from the 1st of December to the 1st of January, as well as anything queued or in drafts at the time of posting. Everything else can be found in previous updates under this tag. There’s also the full thread tracker here.

The navigation page for mobile users can be found here.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens and memes, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Tyler on Discord for IC texting. Username is the same as her url, just let me know who you are if you add her.

The full activity update (along with OOC housekeeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

Now onto the update!

OOC Housekeeping

Happy new yeaaaaaar! I hope you’ve all been having a lovely holiday season. ❤️

This update is being posted via mobile, so please excuse any formatting issues.

I've fallen very behind over the Christmas season. Your patience is appreciated!

rpthreadtracker will be updated this week.

I once again want to stress that any shoddy replies are NOT a reflection of my enthusiasm for writing with you! My brain frequently turns into mush, particularly when my health issues decide to kick off, and that has been a bit of a struggle as of late. I very much mean it when I say this: it’s not you, it’s me!

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions: (in alphabetical order by username.)

@day0fwrath

TY AND JARTHER TIIIIIME! 🥳 - drafted

@demcnsinmymind - link to the roadside besties tracker page here

Tyler is having a Bad Time™️, and I am yelling about the entire situation! ☠️ - link

Taking Lance on a hunt - drafted

Giving Lance a haircut - drafted

Car trouble - drafted

Adorable sleepover vibes - drafted

Azzy proves a point - drafted

@fixdeath

Graceful water spillage. 😂 - link

@florafound - link to our tracker page here

An important hot sauce discussion. - link

@heavenguided

Tyler is judging Michael. 😂 - drafted

@itsonlyfinn

Species-ism 😂 - link

@kingofthewebxxx

At the crime scene. - link

@nightiingaled - link to our tracker page here

Killian is injured, Tyler is panicking. - drafted

"I am a grownup!” - drafted

Ty meets the weird little eldritch man! - drafted

Blanket fort - link

Time for The Talk. 😭 - drafted

Mel is making a face. 👀- drafted

@sunmad

“Sorry for acting so strange and irregular; It will happen again.” - drafted

@vyrulent

Halloween plans - link

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

Ty's Christmas mischief - link

Floor plan of the Walker household! - link

Thread and dash commentary - link and link

I think that’s everything, but as always, please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, so if it’s not here, I am either having a brain fart or I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves! ❤️ — Em

[breannastewart]

what are some of your favorite stewie and sue moments?

oh man I have so many it’s hard to pick just some so this may accidentally turn into a master post of stuff, sorry not sorry in advance 😭

but obviously you gotta start from the jump on how much sue looked out for her, and jewell as well. how she texted every day to check in, jewell talking about her helping buy groceries. there’s this clip from an interview where stewie says sue kept telling her she doesn’t get out enough so she was trying to expand her food horizons and sue just sheepishly shrugged and whispered "I do" about it 😭

sometimes stewie looks out for her too, like when sue asked for her to scratch her back because she couldn't reach but of course stewie had to be a mega dweeb about it 😭

here's the full gifset for that

we all famously know sue credits stewie for fixing her shot in that all time performance of hers in game 5 of the 2018 semis, how it was her who noticed something was off and told her to use her legs more and the rest was history on that, just good looking out by stewie

random silly moment but when stewie got a cut on her neck during a game back in 2018 they had to stop play for the blood and stewie is just aggressively swiping at her neck and sue comes over like stop it let me do it 😭

when sue broke her nose thanks to stewie's elbow hitting her in the face, the rest of the game stewie was so noticeably rattled even the commentators started speculating about it and then there's this moment on the bench when sue comes back, stewie's clearly got the red teary eyes before she has to check in and sue's the one trying to comfort her but also get her focused back on the game even though she's the one with gauze stuck up her nose 😭

they also just would talk A BUNCH on the bench during games I have multiple clips from games over the years of them just being obnoxious as hell or blabbering away on the bench omdfgh

ANYWAY OTHER MOMENTS. when stewie hurt her achilles she mentions in probably one of my fave interviews that sue was one of the first people that texted her, she said she told her "I knew on your face something was wrong, usually you fall and you get right up" + after her surgery when she still wasn't mobile enough, she mentioned in another that sue and megan would come over and cook dinner for her. got massages for her, too. below is from one of my fave articles (more from that article when you scroll down as well) and like... this girl 😭 she was devastated 😭

but sue ended up out for that year as well and it ended up producing this cute little exchange though 💀

when she injured her OTHER achilles in 2021, sue mentioned stewie looked at her and mouthed 'uh oh' and she kinda knew then, and stewie later talked about how she wanted to keep playing but sue was the one who kinda brought her down like you need to think about the long term, not right now. and I just think all of that really shows the deep connection and trust there and stewie even talked about how they ended up understanding each other in ways others can't. here are some of the other screencaps from the article I mentioned above back in 2020:

stewie has talked a lot about how she believes she wouldn't be where she is without sue. making players cry is kind of unfortunately holly rowes thing but stewie's interview back in 2018 before the finals, talking about sue and how much she deserved another championship and how she's done everything for her is very sweet. and here's that again from an interview before the start of this season:

and that isn't one sided, sue's 2018 player's tribune piece before the finals lives in my head rent free, it's better than any poems ever, just

and in a poscast post bubble/championship she mentions how she hadn't said it to her face yet that she saved her career, and then in an interview in late 2021 she talked about it again that she was weighing her options of retire or go play somewhere else with a chance to win, and then they got stewie, and

here's the gifset I made for that

going to throw in some random social media things to break up the sweet and sentimental stuff because these two are hilarious idiots (there's still some sweet things too)

these are from stewie's snapchat back in 2017 😭

again they're weird and silly and thanks for giving the sue gays a heart attack with this one stewie

THERE'S THE SWEET DOSE

and then there's these... 😭

that's where I'll wrap it up maybe because this has gotten long enough and there's just so many more I'd be happy to share if you like, and I'll leave you with some random cute pictures as well

[sailor-brunette]

Disney Mirrorverse: Pure of Heart novel review:

Hey,y'all. So last night,I finished the Disney Mirrorverse: Pure of Heart novel. It's the first novel style book I've finished in awhile. Hopefully,I'll finish more soon. Anyway,I thought I'd post my thoughts in a review. I've only done one review before this,so I'm still pretty new at this. So sorry if it's not great. Lastly,this review is dedicated to @twisting-echo

Because thanks to her,I was informed about the book's existence and started reading it and other Disney novels. AND she and her blog got me more into Disney in general. So,without further ado,onto the review! Review and spoilers under the cut:

Okay,so the plot of the book is the plot of the now shut down Disney mobile game,Disney Mirrorverse. But this particular book has Snow White as the main character. Basically,Snow White's wprld is being infected by the evil magic from the Fractured Mirror. And the dwarves have been captured by the evil queen. So Snow White joins the Steller Guardians,gifted good magic by the Stellar Mirror to save the Dwarves and her world.

The good:

First of all...I LOVE that Snow White and the other Disney heroines in the book are basically magical girls now. Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE magical girls. So it was great basically seeing Disney princesses being magical girls. Second,I love How Snow White's character was written in the book. I haven't watched the movie since I was really little. (I need to watch it again) But I feel her character was more fleshed out here while still keeping her core personality. Third,I love how each of the guardians got focus and faced their own challenges individually. It makes it feel more like this is a story about all of them.

The bad:

Once again,there really isn't much bad I can say about the book. I really enjoyed it. But if I had to pick something...it'd probably be...Snow White's prince...I'm sorry...I just did not like him and he rubbed me the wrong way...I'm a shoujo fan,so normally,I melt in a puddle when male love interests give flowery declarations of love to the heroines. But when he did it...it just felt cheesy...and kinda creepy...but that's really my only real complaint...

Overall:

Overall,I really enjoyed this book. And plan to read more Disney novels in the future! I have The Disney Prince novel: Prince of Thorns and Nightmares,as well and two Twisted Tales novels: Almost there and So This is Love. Not sure which one to read first,but I'll figure it out. Anyway....really enjoyed the book. And I hope they make more Mirrorverse novels,even though the game is shut down. Hopefully they will. We'll see.

Anyway,that's all for now!

[heredis-sanguinis]

So, as it is very apparent my activity is as good as non-existent, I thought I at least owe some form of explanation: (under the cut)

My father has been ill. Extremely so, for the last five years.

He suffered a CVA (Cerebral Vascular Accident) five years ago, which left him as good as paralysed on the left side of his body. And he is a lefty, so that’s all his dominant side gone since then. And the type he had has like a 10-20% surviva rate, with an average of 5 years to live.

He couldn’t walk, drive, swim, do basic things any more. To say it did a number on him is an understatement of a lifetime.

Throughout the years he had physical therapy and many psych appointments. To the point he very slowly got some of his mobility back, by being able to walk with aids again.

We were becoming hopefuly that his quality of life was somewhy returning for him.

Then two months ago, he started having difficulties with eating, and started losing weight. His fatigue increased to the point he is sleeping most of the days, for 16-20 hours.

Last month, after numerous tests and scans and tissue samples, we received the news that he has malignant arsophagus cancer, with metastases throughout his body.

Treatment is no possible, with how weak his body has become.

And I was unaware of most of this in the beginning, since I rarely get to visit my parents with how hectic my life and work can get.

I’ve also noticed the toll it took on me now that I have been forced to come to terms with possibly losing my father within the near future. We can’t receive an estimate of the time he might have left. It could be days, weeks, months. Even a year or longer.

I’m more reclused than normal. Diving straight into work and private gaming. I barely sleep, and when I do, it’s very broken with me waking abruptly and frantically checking my phone if I missed any calls or messages.

My mom is breaking apart slowly, despite her attempt of hiding it from me and my siblings. My siblings are managing, with them having safety nets in the form of their partners and own children to be strong for.

I am very bad at keeping in touch with people. While at the same time already with a low social battery as it is. Well, that has been shot completely in recent weeks/months.

I don’t know how my activity here, or online on Discord will be. I might respond to messages, or might not. It really depends on how much energy I can muster for it really. Maybe I’ll be able to find some form of muse and motivation to write small bits here and there.

I’m sorry for anyone that I have kept waiting, without so much as an explanation until now.

[edosianorchids901]

Accommodations

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt “on the edge”

This had not been in Crowley’s plans for the day. He was supposed to be enjoying the warm weather, ideally by causing some traffic congestion and irritating people into coming up with horrible ideas of their own. A little light entertainment on the job.

Unfortunately, that required being able to move. Right now, he was on the edge of screaming in pain. Any serious movement, the sort required to get to his Bentley, would push him right over the edge.

He ground his teeth, staring at his mobile. It taunted him from the coffee table. To get it, he would need to lean forward, reach out. And if he tried that…

Crowley wasn’t quite sure if people—or demons—ever passed out from neck pain, but he was definitely sure he didn’t wanna find out.

Plus, it wasn’t just his neck. That was the worst of it, a steady smolder that had morphed into a supernova last time he moved. It sprawled out from there, trails of fire running down into all his limbs. His whole body tingled and burned, actually, and he had no damn clue what to do about it.

Could get drunk. But that would be hard to do, even if he miracled a drink to himself. He’d need to move his arms, probably tilt his head back.

He tried it, raised his chin, and yelped at the explosion in his spine. Tears burned his eyes, and his stomach lurched.

Okay. Nope. Drinks were probably out. So were any sort of painkillers, although those were pretty ineffective at soothing his misbehaving corporation anyway. A heating pad might help, but he couldn’t put one on.

Which meant his only real option was asking for help.

Crowley sighed, glaring at his mobile as much as he could manage without moving his head. “Call Aziraphale,” he said, desperately hoping that none of his plans had interfered with the mobile network again this time. Right now, he was foggy enough from pain that he couldn’t remember.

The phone rang a few times, echoing through his empty flat, and then picked up. “I’m afraid we’re closed for the day, doing, um… inventory. Do call back another—”

“Don’t you fucking dare hang up on me.”

“Crowley? That’s awfully rude, even for you. Are you all right?”

He definitely was not, but asking for help still chafed at him. “Nnnh. Hey. Sorry. Er.”

“That’s not very informative, my dear.”

“Sorry,” he said again. “I… fucked up my neck. Dunno how. Maybe moved just wrong.” Even talking was making the pain worse, each movement of his jaw sending a fresh stab of pain. “Can’t, er…”

“Oh, you poor fellow. I’ll be right over, how’s that?”

Before Crowley could reply, Aziraphale materialized out of thin air in front of him. Crowley gritted his teeth hard, battling against the startle reflex. If he jumped right now, he’d definitely scream. “Hi.”

Aziraphale looked him over, eyes wide. “Oh dear. You look absolutely horrible.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s your neck?” Aziraphale moved behind him, gently settling his fingers against Crowley’s spine. “Does touch hurt?”

“Nuh.” Actually, Aziraphale’s warmth felt good. “Thought about… heating pad. Or alcohol. Or something. But I can’t move enough to get any of that.”

“Oh, how awful. Here, let’s see…” The plump fingers moved in slow, careful circles. “Would you like to try a spot of very light massage, just to see if we can get you to relax? You’re awfully tense.”

“M’ tense because my neck is on fire.” But that did sound amazing. “Can you? Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, my dear.” Aziraphale settled both hands on his shoulders, thumbs stroking in an even rhythm. “I don’t mind at all. In fact, you could even say I’m doing my job by helping.”

Crowley snorted. “Lucky. I was gonna do my job by cutting off lots of other drivers.”

“Well, perhaps later,” Aziraphale said kindly.

Probably not later. When the pain flared up like this, best thing to do was to stay in the flat, try to rest. Even if Aziraphale could get him mobile again, he wasn’t going anywhere today.

The massage did feel terrific, though. Slow and careful, Aziraphale’s strong hands achingly gentle. Working at the taut muscles with a delicacy that didn’t cause any pain at all. Crowley closed his eyes, drifting.

He could even breathe now, and the burning pain diminished a tiny bit. Finally, Aziraphale ran a light stroke across his hair. “How’s that, my dear? Better?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Bracing for it to explode again, Crowley rolled his shoulders just a little. Then he winced. “Ow. At least I can move now.”

“Yes, movement is certainly an improvement. Where do you keep your heating pad? And would you like tea?”

Crowley provided directions, said yes to tea and threw in a hopeful word for scotch, then shifted a little in his armchair. A fresh blaze seared down his spine, and he stopped moving again before it got too bad. But at least he’d managed to move enough that he wouldn’t fuck up his hips from staying in the same position for too long.

“Here we are, my dear.” Aziraphale settled the heating pad around his shoulders without plugging it in. It was already at the perfect temperature, enough that Crowley groaned with relief. “And your tea. And your scotch. What would you like first?”

“Scotch.”

Aziraphale pulled a small, square table right up against the armchair and set down the tea. Then he put a straw in Crowley’s scotch glass, beamed at him, and held it up. “Here, take a sip.”

Crowley glared. “Are you joking?”

“I highly suspect it’ll be less painful.”

It was definitely less painful, albeit embarrassing. Asking for help was embarrassing too, or so he’d thought. But honestly, letting Aziraphale fuss over him was turning out to be pretty great.

[sonnetsficofcringe]

Awoken

Chapter 2 desperate worry

Wally’s pov

Summary: Wally wakes up in the studio, time has seemed to pass without him. And his friends.

T/W’s :panic attacks and little bit of angst wally cries

Im on mobile so the wording will look weird. Sorry for your eyes! Also i do not proof read, i publish late at night, anywho lets start.

BOOM CRACK

Wally hits the bottom of the desk he was under, the loud sound of thunder jolts him out of his coma like state. Trying to climb out from under the desk His eyes adjust to the dark and a gasp leaves him.

“Oh no…”

What he saw wracked his innocent mind, His friends scattered around the broken down recording studio.’did the do it?’ wally thought to himself.‘Did they really cancel us?’

He scans the room making sure his friends are not missing any limbs. No one was, thank the heaven, just looking worn and dusty. He let out a calmed sigh. “Oh thank the stars…now let me jus-“ he was cut off with a thud. Now facing the floor wally looked back and failed to notice something about himself. He fell speechless.

His shin is missing, everything below the knee.

Trying to scream his voice is caught in his throat, where was his leg? Why was it gone? Why!? Oh… his leg was caught inside the floorboards and he ripped his shin out by the seams when attempting to walk. He gets back up with the help of a broken board and took hobbled hops towards each of his friends. Shaking each one and giving gentle but firm nudges, he realized with no one to care for and maintain them, they went back to “sleep”

“yes sleep! Thats what they’re doing! Maybe home can-“

Wally was cut off again but this time instead of shock, it was from fear. He didn’t see home when he checked everyone else. The 9th neighbour was reverted to nothing but a door, window, roof and the left overs of home’s base. Home’s remaining eye no longer conveyed any sort of life, broken windows taking their place.

The producers took home apart thinking it was the reason for the puppets being more lively, but Wally knew better. Wally always was told from his creator that it was love. The love from the studio workers, the love from the children and the love of their creator that made them live. Home only kept them safe, but not alive.

The creator knew this.

Wally knew this.

But they never asked.

Wally huffs an angry whimper and begins to hobble toward the only exit of the recording studio. Using his one tippy toe he barly reaches the door knob and begins to turn it, locked?

(Cue to other side of door being blocked by a broom)

He stares at the door in shock, then begins to desperately try and turn the door knob, panic setting in with the realization that no one knows they’re here. No on is going to come looking. Wally eyes start to blur and though he has no lungs he can feel his breathing take a faster pace almost choking him. Eyes start to well as he scratches the door while sobbing “NO! nonononono- oh no. Please no. Not again I don’t wanna be alone, not again……”

He crumbles to the ground and curls himself into a ball, silently sobbing till he falls into a dreamless sleep.

Like he did for so many years before.

Oof that ending, I promise you find him in the next chapter tho. I will try not to make him cry anymore maybe.

what Wally saw when he woke up. If you look by Barnaby you can notice what’s left of home

[flatstarcarcosa]

Guess! That! Blorbo! Featuring @one-winged-dreams. Sorry if you don't like strawberry daiquiris btw I couldn't think of anything else.

Entirely mobile piece I hope it doesn't eat yalls dash because readmores don't work despite the button so I can't cut it til I get home.

✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

“I'm gonna have to kill him, I think,” says Reese. They pop another peanut into their mouth and crunch angrily, leaning on the bar and glowering into the distance. 

“That's not gonna work for many reasons,” Adri says, quirking an eyebrow and making a show of draining the last of his strawberry daiquiri. The sound of air funneling through the straw causes Reese to snatch the glass out of his hand and begin making another. 

“I can't justify disliking him so obviously the easiest way to resolve the situation is to kill him.” They continue glaring at nothing as they add extra flavoring to the non-alcoholic drink mix. 

“I think the problem is that you don't actually dislike him that much, and you also don't know how to respond to unwavering kindness without trying to bite people like a stray dog,” says Adri. 

Reese raises both eyebrows and blinks several times. “Oh,” they say, “okay are we- are we just going there? Do I need to start digging around in your brain mess Mister Malewife?” 

“At least my reaction to liking someone isn't to jump to murder, is all I'm getting at,” he says. 

“I don't like him! That's the problem!” 

Adri rolls his eyes. “You slept with him.”

“Doesn't fucking mean I like him,” Reese growls. 

“With you?” Adri barks out a laugh. “When you don't like someone you ice them out as much as possible. If you really hated him you'd have already said or done something so heinous he'd never be back in here.” 

Reese says nothing for a moment, instead over mixing the daiquiri as they think. They finally drop the mixer to the bar top with a thud. “He's just so fucking nice!” They snap. “Like, he hasn't actually done anything to warrant me being a cunt about it, which just makes me even madder!” 

“...speaking of cu-” 

“Dick game insane, yes, thanks,” they say. They finally finish the drink and slide it over to him. 

Adri grins deviously around the straw. Reese continues to glower. He drains half the drink and places it on the coaster. “You know,” he says seriously, “to be honest I think… it might be good for you, for a change.” 

“Are you trying to say I have a poor romantic history?” 

“Well hell Reese, how would I know?” he asks. “You have a seemingly terminal allergy to giving anyone information about your personal life. I only know about any of this because of-” 

“I know,” they sigh, interrupting. They lean across the bar again, stretching their arms until their fingers dangle off the opposite side. The wood is cool against their cheek. “I've been conditioned to be wary of things that don't hurt; that's always more dangerous than the obviously painful because it's always a manipulative ruse to cut deeper.” 

Adri lets out a sympathetic hum and mirrors their position across the bar. Reese tilts their head and he stares at his own reflection in their sunglasses. 

“If it helps at all, I promise it's not a trap with him,” he says, then adds in a more jovial tone, “also I think you'd be cute together.” 

“There's no together,” Reese moans. “It's not anything, it won't be anything.”

“What makes you so sure?” Adri asks, straightening up. 

“Because I'm gonna kill him,” they say. 

“For fucks sake-” 

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Sing in the darkness - Chapter 3 - Part 5

Translation of Sing in the darkness from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’, a new side arc alongside the current main story arc Like the dawning light.

Bianchi: ----I’m here, sorry for the wait

Bianchi: My mother called me again and we ended up talking for a long time…. Oh, oh dear?

Jude: Welcome back, Bianchi

Bianchi: How rare, were you two having a chat? 

Bianchi: You both mind your own business and do whatever you like whenever it’s just the two of you, no? 

Nico: We got a message

Bianchi: A message?

Jude: It’s a directive from headquarters. Bianchi should’ve also gotten it

Bianchi: Let me see…

Jude: To put it simply, taking the city’s current state in account, heroes have to refrain from any activities for a while. 

Bianchi: What?

Jude: Well, it’s a reasonable judgment based on the current situations with the civilians. There’s still a large crowd of them swarming the Tower outside.

Nico: There also seems to be civilians who hound heroes on patrol and hurl insults at them.  

Bianchi: How could this happen… Might be a matter of time until it develops into riots… 

Jude: It’s obvious for patrols, but the latest LOM also seems to be postponed for the time being

Jude: Until things calm down, each of us have to be on stand-by at home or at the tower for now. Only time to dispatch is when headquarters notifies you to do so. 

Jude: What a pain this turned into. If it was substance or Eclipse, we’d have our work cut for us

Nico: And, don’t act independently when you get sent out.  

Jude: Well, won’t be a problem if the three of us act accordingly. It’s a dream come true if I can work together with Bianchi. 

Bianchi: This city took a turn for the worse, hasn’t it… 

Bianchi: Having our mobility restricted hurts, but we must do our best for Sei-chan. 

Bianchi: What do we start with first? 

Jude: Going off on what Sage said, there was something strange about Robin…  

Jude: It’s going to be bone-breakingly hard if it’s on a level he’s only capable of perceiving.  

Bianchi: Yes… However this is why we have to believe in Sei-chan’s intuition. After all, he’s the one who knew Robin the best. 

Nico: I’m curious about how Sage mentioned Robin’s tablet while telling us everything

Bianchi: Ah, that tablet device handed out by Helios, yes? 

Jude: What happens to the supplied items of those that died in line of duty? 

Nico: Most likely that Helios takes it back

Bianchi: So it’s somewhere inside the Tower? 

Nico: I wanna see what’s on it….

Bianchi: It’s not like they’ll easily show it to us because we want to look into it… 

Bianchi: And if word gets out about everything Sei-chan told us, it’d be trouble… 

Jude: Why not lay it all out and then threaten them into silence? 

Bianchi: Why, just why can you only come up with unbeautiful ideas? 

Jude: Haha, ‘cuz I’ll never be more beautiful than Bianchi

Bianchi: Sigh~….

Nico: I’ll go for a sec

Bianchi: Eh, go where? 

Jude: Gonna threaten ‘em? Then leave that to m----

Nico: You two follow me

Jude: Ah, hey….!

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Nico: You’re late

Bianchi: Follow me as you disappear into thin air, Nico-chan… What a horrid joke… 

Bianchi: At least tell us where we have to go… 

Jude: Gonna bust this place up now? 

Nico: No busting. 

Bianchi: This place is… a confidential vault, right?

Nico: Yes. If the confiscated tablet is being stored somewhere, then it’s probably here

Bianchi: What do you plan on doing coming this far? Going inside without a single care will get us in trouble

Nico: Yeah. Lockpicking and forcing the door will sound the alarm.

Nico: And making a hole in the ceiling or wall is out of the question due it being an act of destruction.

Nico: So then, best way to go about it is that

Bianchi: Nico-chan, don’t tell me you’re---