#starchild in love noises

[starchild--27]

it's 3 am and i can't sleep so naturally i am thinking about The Boyfriend

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Dr. Love, 18+ Mdni

Characters : Paul Stanley, Ace Frehley, Gene Simmons.

Pairing : Stardemon/ Spacedemon/ Starspacedemon

Setting: ????

Au: N/A

Summary: ‘’Do you trust us?’’ Ace asked, Gene stopped. Wanting to hear, he leans back up.

‘’What?’’

‘’I said, do you trust us?’’ Ace asked, again. Seriously, which Paul answered…

‘’Yes…always…..Why?’’ Paul answered, a bit confused on why Ace would ask that knowing he trusted him with a lot of things he wouldn’t trust anyone with. He knew Gene for the longest time since the early days of wicked Lester, staying with him throughout it all when that band broke up thus starting another that led to Meeting the strange jendellian he came to know and love…

Ace, only coming in with two different sneakers and an attitude that used to bother the hell out of but he loved it like how he loved Ace for being his true self around him without a care in the world, bringing bits of Paul’s true self out too…

Opening up, like Gene did to him.

Peeling away the hard shell then softening and smoothing out the new one, making him feel like a…

True Shining star.

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⚠️Warnings: Spanking, Cum inflation, Creampie, Anal sex, Rough sex, Degradation, insults, praising ,threesomes, hole gaping, cum feeding, food sex kind of, crying, comfort, gentle sex, Aftercare, blood, marks, bruises, supernatural elements, nudity, sexual positions, Dumbification, sudrop, ending with a twist, Ask to tag.

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‘’HhnngHa~!’’

‘’So vocal.’’ Ace hummed, holding Paul tightly against his body. Stroking his head and gently rubbing down his back while Gene went crazy from the behind. Thrusting deeply inside with the poor with a force of a bull, pounding against his prostate madly while Ace was holding Paul and caressing him. Praising him, telling sweet nothings as Gene jackhammered deeper and more faster than ever before. Eventually, slamming into him which made Paul cry out from the brutal hit. ‘’And angelic too.’’

‘’Soo angelic, our little songbird.’’ Gene chuckled, thrusting slowly now. Listening into those mewls of Paul and those breaths of Ace when he spoke to him in a seductive voice that erupted from the spaceman that made him more Firey and desperate as time went on. Reveling in the compliments, those touches that Ace left on Paul’s head and back, the way he looked at him with a look of a god sent shocks throughout Gene’s body. Made him grip Paul’s asscheeks, licking his lips deviously. ‘’So…Angelic…Right Paul?’’ Gene asked, his nails digging into the bruised skin. Almost making it bleed, Paul shivered.

‘’ohhhh….’’

Breathing out into Ace’s neck, he mumbled quietly. Mewling out some incoherent words, hiding his face from the world as the demon and spaceman made vibrant love to him with their words, kisses and their bodies. Tightening his grip around Ace’s neck, holding him closer. Ace smiled, letting his hand stay on Paul’s hair for a little longer than usual. Knowing how much he becomes vulnerable and sometimes embarrassed from how loud he is or being naked, letting him and Gene take him in ways like no other. Granting him unmanageable pleasures, going on dates with each other like the movies, restaurants and occasionally having a night of letting go…

Just like this one.

Touching all over his body with their hands and mouths, their fingers going on or in him. Twisting or playing him like an instrument, tuning him so they can be able to be played, then putting him out on stage so he can perform like the beautiful starchild he was so he can sing his heart like the bright star he was to everyone and to them.

Showering him with love he craved and desired, they decided to give him a night where he can feel it for real..

Like always.

‘’He’s enjoying himself?’’ Gene grinned, bending down. Touching Paul’s back with his body, nearing Paul's ear. Hearing those hot breaths coming from out of those luscious lips, hardening Gene’s cock. Clearly hearing the noises that he and Ace are getting out of Paul, he rutted slowly inside the fleshy walls there were clenching around that cock of his as he prodded the prostate with a light tap. Paul hitched his breath, stomach coiled. 

‘’Definitely.’’ Ace answered, leaning his face towards Gene. They both kissed, their tongues intertwined with one another, slithering and slathering all over each other like snakes. Closing their mouths as saliva began to spread, nibbling each other's lips. Their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, deepthroating each other. Gene planted his hand on Paul’s while the other caressed Ace’s face.

The light from the moon glistened on their naked bodies, sweat dripping from them as Gene held Ace’s face in his hands, smooching him deeply and rocking back and forth inside Paul. massaging his insides, gripping his hand. Giving both of his lovers some dr. love, tasting some of the finests things in Ace’s esophagus, going deeper and deeper while Ace twirled his tongue around Gene’s. 

Tasting some of him too, his hand went into Gene’s hair. Yanking, pulling Gene closer to him as the heats inside them got more and more like a furnace. Their cocks became more stiff and leaking precum as Paul moaned. Feeling Ace’s long and thin cock after only feeling Gene’s caused him to hitch his breath, urging Ace and Gene to go further and further.

Saliva dripped from their mouths, faces growing hot, skins glowing, hair all over the place. Sticking to the backs of their necks. The chest hair from Gene’s chest rubbing into Paul’s back as the demon lazily bucked his hips. Bringing out the wail of the century from Paul, arching his back and finally getting away from the depths of Ace’s neck. Interrupting the intense makeout as the two both look in awe, staring at Paul with their gaze. Hearing him, as the moon shines on his face.

Those doe like eyes opening as a single tear slid down his face, shivering. Whimpering out….

‘’Ace…Gene…’’

Their names on his lips, with a voice like an angel.

Both of them stared in silence, planting their hands on his body once again in slow motion. Roaming all over, giving his body the worship he deserves as they fuck and kiss him with there swollen lips that were oozing with saliva. Coating him with their fluids, squishing the sides of him with their hands. Running them down too, feeling the scars, bruises, and the marks they have made when they’ve gotten rough or soft with each other.

Spreading his legs, Gene thrusted. Licking Paul’s ear, then biting down on it as Ace took him in his mouth like he did with Gene and continuing to do so as The demon started to go faster once again and jackhammered into him.

‘’Gene…’’

Paul uttered out, almost separating but Ace pulled him back in as he too started to thrust. Both of their cocks sliding against each other inside at the same pace, hitting the spot that makes Paul see stars and….

‘’ACE!!!’’

Become louder, both of them plunging deeper and harder into him. Balls deep, sounds of smacking flesh intensified as Ace smooched and Gene nibbled. Making the air more steamier and thinner, as things got intense. 

Hands went up to Paul’s chest, tweaking his nipples. Twisting and pinching them hard enough they’ve turned red, almost pulling at the amount of hair around them. Almost plucking them with the tips of their fingers, getting a few yelps and hitches of breaths but nonetheless some more moans in the process. Tongues licking in and out, lapping the starchild with more of their combined tastes and scents were becoming more like drugs as it intoxicated him while he breathed through his nostrils.

Fueling him, heating him up. Sweat brewed, slid and dribbled off of him and onto the heap of sheets underneath there bodies, staining it along with the array of pillows that were making them comfortable throughout the whole thing. More pleasurable like one of the hands pumping Paul's cock vigorously with ease granting him more fire to his core as Ace made love to his mouth.

His hole.

body.

Mind and…

Soul. 

Opening his soul up more to them, as Gene went to his neck to nibble while the ear that was being used was leaking with blood. Leaking down his skin, making Paul shudder between them. Swallowing some of Ace’s tongue down his throat, Ace chuckled. Pressing into Paul, thrusting upwards. Playing with his cock, balls, nipples, anything his hand got. He played and twisted them as Gene suckled and pierced into that soft skin.

Making and leaving a mark behind as he licked it all up then went back suckling on it like milk, pounding away along with Ace as they made Paul squeal and moan like a bitch in heat. Striking his prostate both at the same time with a vicious speed, it was getting harder to focus and control themselves as the moans gotten addicting to hear just like those pretty little browns that were staring at Ace which…

He broke apart the kiss, Paul whined but was silenced when Ace grabbed his chin.

Looking him in the eyes, breathing his hot and musky breath on him.

The mouth full of his saliva spilling out from the sides brought a moan out within Ace, leaning close to his lover. Hearing Gene grunt and growled, the bed creaking, smacking flesh and everything around them became silence as day. The stars glimmering up in the night sky, while the light flickered in the background while Paul shakily breathed, both of their eyes trembling, hearts racing, cores being overruned….

Everything was too much yet…

It was exhilarating.

‘’Do you trust us?’’ Ace asked, Gene stopped. Wanting to hear, he leans back up.

‘’What?’’

‘’I said, do you trust us?’’ Ace asked, again. Seriously, which Paul answered…

‘’Yes…always…..Why?’’ Paul answered, a bit confused on why Ace would ask that knowing he trusted him with a lot of things he wouldn’t trust anyone with. He knew Gene for the longest time since the early days of wicked Lester, staying with him throughout it all when that band broke up thus starting another that led to Meeting the strange jendellian he came to know and love…

Ace, only coming in with two different sneakers and an attitude that used to bother the hell out of but he loved it like how he loved Ace for being his true self around him without a care in the world, bringing bits of Paul’s true self out too…

Opening up, like Gene did to him.

Peeling away the hard shell then softening and smoothing out the new one, making him feel like a…

True Shining star.

A shining star that brightened up each time they were together, bringing a smile to Paul’s face as he responded again, clearly this time.

‘’Yes, Always. But, why?’’ He Responded, his lisp coming out a little.

In which Ace chuckled, grinning. Sitting up, fixing his position. Sitting with Paul in his lap, holding him as Gene fixed his position while the two of them sandwich him gently. Ace’s hands went around Paul’s waist, embracing him close enough to him. Nails scratching him lightly, as he sniffed up the lavender mixed in with vanilla scent directly up to his nostrils. Inflaming him with Paul’s scent as Gene moves swiftly yet carefully.

His hand reaches for the radio near the nightstand, turning up the music that would enhance this experience more while Paul is distracted, seeing a wicked glint in Ace’s eyes knowing what he’s planning for their dear beloved. Setting the music up to mid settings, picking up the remote controller, dimming the lights down so much the only thing that was bright was the moon outside gleaming with all the stars.

Reflecting through the windows and the eyes of the starchild who’s looking at Ace with such an angelic presence it was maddening, adding more heat to the fire and their minds as Gene turned back to his lovers, dropping the remote controller between the sheets. Moving Paul’s legs on Ace’s shoulder’s while the man was distracted, Putting his arms under Paul’s armpit.

Securing them with a dark chuckle, as he and Ace went off the Bed with the man in their arms, standing at the edge of the bed. The moon shining on them, their cocks pulsating, leaking precum, hearts beating as Paul’s hole clenches around their cocks. Ace and Gene looking at each other with looks indicating….

Of…

Memerly….

Making sure Paul wouldn’t be able to walk…

For a few days or….

Weeks. 

‘’Cause, Sweetheart…’’ Gene laughed, breathing out near Paul’s ear. Feeling him shiver, against him. 

‘’This place about to get…’’ Ace goes, digging his nails in the skin.

Blood dripped down the sides, going into Ace’s nails.

‘’Hotter than…’’ Gene goes, licking Paul’s ear. Tasting the blood that was still coming out from the tip that slid and dribbled down his neck, swallowing the blood as it smeared across his face.

‘’Guys….’’ Paul muttered, can’t move at all. Eyes trembling, as the two men smirked devilishly at him, while he glanced back at Gene then Ace. Completely knowing what they were going to say and what they were going to do to him, it scared yet….

Excited him.

Which they knew it did, After all they knew everything about there little Princess and were willing to make him tick and frazzled to a point of becoming a little whore in front of them. Excuse me…

There whore.

A pretty little whore he was, when that brain will be…

Fucked brutally and he’ll be mushy mess, leaking gallons of cum between his legs with a gaping hole in no time as Ace leaned in with a grin, reflecting gorgeously in Paul’s eyes in all of there glory, going to his ear. Breathing his breath in Gene’s face as they looked at each with smiles on their faces.

As the clock ticked faintly in the background, music was playing, hearts beating slowly as whispers of the demon and spaceman became apparent as day as they spoke with a low yet frightening sound in the ear of their lover, this…

At the same time.

‘’Hell in here, so princess….’’

‘’Scream….’’

‘’For us.’’

In an instant, both the men started bucking their hips, smashing their balls deep inside immediately as cheeks were starting to clap violently as the sounds of the starchild became deafening to their ears. Thrusting and rutting without a stop, hearing those squeals and cries as they pounded at Paul’s prostate.

Snarling and growling, licking up the sweat and drool from the man as they called him names while he was between them. Biting him with their sharp teeths, bite marks were being formed, breathing their hot breaths in Paul’s face, digging more of their nails into their skin as they manhandled like he was a doll.

There doll, sliding their cocks against each other inside him. Rummaging through his fleshy walls together, as tears streamed down his cheeks, screaming out obscenities that echoed throughout the room and possibly the whole building with how louder he’s becoming.

Plunging more inside of him, roughly.

He let out a wail, they hit the stop that made him see stars which encouraged them to go further.

Getting those sobs.

The whines.

Those asscheeks clappin and jiggling more.

Anything, as they started to degrade him.

‘’Fucking Whore!’’ Gene growled, Striking Paul’s prostate.

‘’AHHH!’’ 

‘’Are you, our whore!?!’’ Ace yelled, pounding. Legs moving, as his balls swing. Getting a high pitched moan of Paul, jackhammering. Digging his nails into him more, biting into Paul’s neck as one of his hands moved onto the right asscheek of Paul, gripping the skin and slapping it hard enough it left a handprint, moving his ass. ‘’ARE YOU!?!’’

Paul screamed, his butt getting smacked and being gripped to an extent as they slammed into him while he choked on his screams, trying to talk but couldn’t due to the absolute hits his prostate and butt was taking. Feeling the hits becoming more apparent and more rough, painting his whole ass a deep shade of red, the thrusts made his back arch a couple times as the cocks slammed into him.

‘’AH!’’ He screamed, cock leaking.

‘’ARE YOU!?!?’’ Gene screamed, tilting his hips.

‘’PA-’’

‘’YES!!! I’m a whore, your whore!!!’’ He cried, voice echoing.

‘’You love having us inside you, huh?’’ Ace Laughed, breathing heavily. ‘’Love having us inside, don’t you? You would really love it if we bent you over and fucked you like the fucking bitch you truly are, hmm~?’’

‘’I bet you’d even love it more if if we fucked you on stage, let everyone see what a disgusting Pile of shit you are too, fucking and making you sing like we are now, fucking you like the slut that you are? Hmm?’’ Gene goes, biting down.

‘’How about even using you everyday, like a fleshlight?’’ Ace hummed, hammering more harder into Paul. There cocks getting ready to blow as they degrade him more with there vicious yet hot words, licking up the tears that was streaming, the drool and the sweat off of Paul’s face and the sides of his neck. Reveling in the mess they were making, he smacked Paul’s once more. ‘’So we can fill you all up…’’

‘’Until you can’t hold it all in, letting it spill down those thick thighs of yours…’’

‘’Letting everyone know…’’

‘’That the Princess….

‘’Belongs to…’’

‘’Us.’’ They both proclaimed, proceeding to fuck Paul into a infinity as the night goes on for more than a hour like a usual. Calling him more awful things, heating them up as their stomachs coiled, manhandling him more. Leaving and creating more marks on him, as he became more sensitive and brain fucked.

Speaking into full on rambles, calling himself the names they're calling him, feeling those kisses along his skin, the smacked turning into full on groping while as felt one of them suckled on his skin, putting one of their fingers on the rim of his hole, massaging it as the thrusts became rocky and the pace was becoming out of control. As they fall into their animalistic instincts, growling viciously like beasts.

It was wild, maddening, atrocious yet….

Hot as fuck.

‘’So fucking dumb…’’

‘’Look at him, so cute…’’

‘’Are you Dumb, are you our dumb little songbird?’’

‘’Paul~.’’

‘’I’m dumb, stupid, i’m yours~.’’ Paul babbled, so messy.

‘’Aw, Your ours?’’

‘’Definit…ley…’’

He spoke, as the night…

Went on.

Three hours passed, the light was back on. The music volume was set down as it was turned off while heavily breathing was heard, the windows were being closed with curtains and the sound of spewing was apparent as Ace looked down in front of him a beautiful intoxicating sight as…

Gene fed and smeared his cum on Paul’s face, who was licking weakly While Gene spoke in a tender voice. Holding his leaking cock, stroking Paul’s head. His eyes narrowed at his lover, while Ace looked over Paul.

Looking at the buttloads amount of cum pooling out from Paul’s gaping and clenching hole between his legs, the butt that wasn’t colored before now was littered and colored in spanks while handprints were imprinted all over. Waist littered in scratches and blood, well dried blood from digging in too much were now bruised, like the neck hidden behind the hair that was sprawled out on Paul’s back as he breathed. Sobbing as Gene talked and praised him, wiping the tears away.

‘’Your so strong.’’

‘’Brave.’’

‘’Smart.’’

‘’Beautiful as a dove.’’ Gene complimented, reminding Paul how loved he was and mattered to him as he was exposed. Couldn’t move due to soreness, the rough fucking and how much they’ve done to him after hours of intense fucking. They don’t usually fuck that long but with how much Paul was looking and sounding, they couldn’t helped themselves but let him how much he makes them crave, desire and love him.

‘’And a flower.’’ Ace said, getting on the bed slowly. Avoiding Paul to not hurt as he came and slid by Gene, looking at him and then at Paul. leaning down, whispering to Paul as those cloudy eyes looked at him all wobbly. His hand going on Paul’s cheek, pecking his forehead softly. Moving the strands away and kissing his lips for a small while before separating and saying….

‘’Like a rose, Delicate rose he is.’’ 

‘’Yeah…’’ Gene smiled, turning to Ace.

‘’You good?’’ He asked, kindly. Examining the sweat dripping down the chest, the hips and the look in Ace’s face that was staring down Paul. Noticing the soft and gentle touches he was leaving and the eyes sparkling when they both looked at each other with such emotion, it was heavenly. His hand went on ace’s shoulder, the black hairs sticking to the sweaty hand as Gene’s own hair was poofed up all over. ‘’Ace?’’

‘’Hm?’’

‘’You good?’’

‘’Yeah…just..’’

‘’What?’’ Gene goes, leaning his head on Ace’s shoulder. Kissing him, looking up at him.

‘’Just what, Frehley?’’

Ace smiled, his other hand going up to Gene’s hair and stroking it. Giving him a kiss on the side of his cheek, tasting the sweat that was trickling down, relishing in the sweetness of the act they’ve done together tonight.

‘’I’m just…’’

‘’Just…’’

‘’Admiring the view.’’ Ace stated, turning back towards Paul. Sliding more to him, wanting to touch him badly but couldn’t. Not wanting to scare him in his state he was in, in which Gene noticed.

‘’You can touch him.’’

‘’I know…but..he’s so…’’

‘’Delicate, right now?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’And you are too.’’

‘’You could say that.’’ Ace laughed, a sob came out. Gene slowly went in and hugged him, stroking his hair like Ace did to Paul and went soft on him. Letting him let go and melt in his arms completely as tears slowly streamed down his face while Gene wiped them away with a tissue, letting him cry in the privacy of the room as Paul’s hand weakly touched his knee which brought out more tears.

Crying out completely, as Gene praised him and soothed him too.

Warming his heart up, feeling a hand softly caressing his knee while the other caressed his cheek, making him too feel loved and a thing he hadn’t felt in a long time….

Safe, protected, and….

Mind Boggling…..

Emotional, too emotional as more sweet words came out, Making Ace lay in Gene’s arms while the sound of silence was slowly being taken over bit by bit as all of three of them laid there together. Holding each other in some way for a while as they needed, breathing out normally now and checking each other for any bruises, wounds, anything at least to see how much cream and bandages they needed to patch themselves after a whole hour of…

Debauchery. 

In a Room, fitted for there needs and there needs only such as mental, sexual, physical and social. Laying down on a heart shaped bed, sheets sprawled all over the place with a heavy amount of pillows on the side or top. Wet or soaked with an amount of fluids, the staff may have to replace them due to how stained they are, along with the pink walls that have some essence of whiteness to them dripping down from how much cum came out of one of them.

Which Gene would gladly pay for…

Maybe.

Such as the hot tub and many things in the room that made the whole experience a whole thing to remember forever, such as the snacks in the mini fridge and the waters waiting to be picked up drink for rehydration and cool themselves after a hot time, Which Gene remembers.

Looking down at Ace and Paul, giving them a smile.

‘’Bath?’’ He asked, Paul and Ace look at each other.

Paul nodded weakly, Ace turned.

‘’Yeah, a bath would help.’’ He smiled, eyes glowing brightly like the planet deep in the milky way galaxy. Sliding next and putting Paul on him, looking down at him with that smile of his and putting his nose in those curls. Sniffing up that scent, calming himself as he wraps his arms around Paul. Hearing a slight whimper, he shushes him. The cum leaking out more from a single movement, spreading and tainting the sheets more. ‘’And Possibly, some more creams and music. And a little of…’’

He looks at Gene, touching his cheek.

Thumb smoothing across his face, almost touching those swollen lips.

Nearly touching, as Ace spoke…

‘’Dr.Love, if he’s willing to take care of us. If he doesn’t mind.’’ He said, causing Gene to shake his head and chuckle at him. Ace chuckled along too, it helped him more.

Laughter filled the air for a while until Gene gave him a kiss and got off the bed.

‘’No, I don't mind. Who’s going to be able to carry one of you after tonight.’’ 

‘’Obviously, Me~.’’ Ace sang, giggling.

‘’Sure spaceman, Sure.’’ Gene responded, watching Ace and Paul for a while. Seeing how naked and vulnerable they are, how they are so close to each other as Ace pets Paul’s hair while he sniffs it and mutters some few words of good to him as Paul just lays there and listen. Almost falling in that head of it seems, no matter once in the bath all of them will fly up in the sky with their heads in the clouds of dreams and each other.

Holding and embracing each other in the bath, washing themselves from the act with sweet and delicious smells of shampoo, soap and other kinds of items that will make them glow like gods for weeks on end.

Then finally, sleeping on the bed together as…

Lovers. 

The thought of it brings a smile to Gene as his heart flutters thinking about it, walking to the bathroom, he glances at a plate of chocolate and vanilla covered strawberries plus bananas along with bottles of Refreshments nearby ready to be drunk, his stomach growling loudly. Wanting to eat it and savor but he instead took the plate bringing to both of his lovers who needed it the most.

Kneeling on the bed, he put the plate near Ace. Picking up a strawberry, showing it to Ace.

‘’Hungry?’’ he asked.

‘’Yes, definitely. But what about you? Aren’t you?’’

‘’A little but no-’’ Gene stomach growls, a blush formed in which Ace giggled thus taking the strawberry and placing it in front of the Demon’s lips. Gene takes it into his mouth with his long tongue, slithering around it like a snake and taking it into the threshold as it explodes once his teeth make contact with it, coating the insides of his mouth with the chocolate and vanilla. Shivering, as it became more sweetened and sugary the more he chewed and relished in the flavors of the treat.

Eventually, swallowing down his throat. Letting it go deep in his stomach, filling him up slowly as he did with the starchild. Ace picked up a few more and fed it to him, occasionally dipping it in his sweat and cum which aroused Gene but grossed him out a little once he had it in mouth yet swallowed it. Ace grinned, picking up another and swirling it around his lips.

‘’Disgusting…’’ Gene said, jokingly.

‘’And, Yet you loved it.’’ Ace grinned, plopping the strawberry into his mouth then pecking the lips before Gene left his side. ‘’You really love it.’’ Glancing at Gene’s cock that was becoming hard as wood, becoming slightly aroused.

‘’And, I enjoyed it.’’ Gene replied, walking straight to the bathroom before…

‘’Do…you need me?’’ Ace quietly asked, holding Paul against him tighter. Not wanting to leave or abandon him, also feeling the effects of the drop coming in as his eyes become hazy and droopy. Almost clouding his vision, laying his head down on the pillow. ‘’Us..Geno?’’

Gene turned, looking at the two beauties on the bed. Naked as day, glimmering like jewels and voices of angelic beings, taking in the scene slowly as the clock ticks and the music plays low from the radio. Seeing Ace’s hand trembling to his eyes, and Paul wrapping his arms around the spaceman. 

Looking peaceful as night.

‘’No.’’

‘’You…sure…Genie?’’ Paul asked, weakly. Struggling to keep his eyes open for a sec, Hearing the heart of the spaceman beat musically to his ears, the hands of Ace petting him more and more as he trembled. ‘’Genie…you sure…?’’

‘’I’m sure, Starlight.’’

‘’Are you?’’

‘’Yes, I am. Taking care of both of you is what i need more than now, after all…’’ Licking his lips, the light shines on him, his golden orbs appearing out from within him as the faint sound of bats can be heard from the outside near the windows, flapping there wings as knife like fangs come out dripping with the fluids that were coated in blood, smiling widely.

The moon reflected in them.

As did his two lovers who were staring from the bed, covering themselves with a blanket as Gene turned his back on them with a smile.

‘’I’m Dr. Love.’’

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Sorry, long post but I just needed to get what’s in my head shared with someone out there with a couple hidden questions in there:

So my head canon Shep has a lot of similarities to Sam despite the very different backgrounds. At the end of ME3, Jon Shep struts (as much as possible) determinedly towards Destroy.. Then as StarChild asks Shep if they would consider any other option Shep flips off the AI while sternly stating “I was promised cuddles and I’m cashing in on no matter what”.

So, would Kaidan’s “I’ll fight like hell to hold you again” reinvigorate/encourage/help Sam to see it through to the end? 

Also, thank you for the WIP-Whenever link (I still can’t find it in your posts, yes, I am most helpless) and I keep imagining how they end up there.  I headcanon Grimson Academy taking place right after the Coup and on the shuttle ride back to the Normandy, Kaidan feels out of place and unqualified to be around the crew having fun so he goes and sits up with Steve and sees if there’s anything he can help with even if its just to chat a bit.  Shepard at first thinks Kaidan is very tired (recently healed, lots of biotics used, Jack is a bit loud and overwhelming…)  Then the mission with Jacob.  Once again on the way back to the Normandy as Jacob and Shepard reminisce, Kaidan goes up front with Steve.  Shepard starts to wonder if Kaidan just wants nothing to do with anything Cerberus and is pained as he just wants to share the good parts of his time spent away and mistakenly doesn’t see that Kaidan is just guilt ridden.

Then the mission to check on the Araklah Company and saving Grunt.  Garrus, knowing what Kaidan is about to do, goes and sits in the copilot seat first while telling Kaidan he’s exhausted and needs to sit and shoos him away back to Shepard.  Shepard is beamingly happy introducing the two and talking about birthing Grunt and some of his crazy stunts during the Collector mission.

Cut to the Ardat Yakshi monastery.  Kaidan takes more interest in Samara and interacts with her.  However, due to the banshees screams, Kaidan’s head wants to go migraine mode but isn’t fully one. The crew is having some sort of party in the lounge so there’s more noise.  Shepard carries Kaidan from the Starboard Ob’s couch and basically cradles Kaidan.  Chakwas comes to check to see if Kaidan needs anything.  As the door opens and light pours through, Kaidan buries his head deeper into Shepard’s arm.  Chakwas asks if everything is okay and Shepard just looks down at Kaidan, smiles, and says ‘yeah. Yeah, everything is going to be okay.’

Cue Kaidan waking up and your WIP-Whenever occurring.  Kaidan has that Fugue dream of Shepard and trying to hold him as he wakes up.  This time it works.  The part that died along Shepard comes back to life and some of the colder/harsher side of Kaidan leaves. (basically like how Sam has a Sam side vs butcher side Kaidan has a Kaidan side and Major personality).

Throughout this Kaidan talks to Steve and kinda uses him as therapy as both lost their significant other to Collectors.  So my question is do you think you’d poke at Kaidan/Steve interactions? How would Steve react if his husband came back and work for the enemy? Can Steve help Kaidan heal? Does Kaidan still need to heal?  Furthermore, I can’t decide if Shepard would feel jealousy towards Steve? Would Sam think Kaidan is trying to romance Steve or is that just adding unnecessary drama just for the sake of adding angst.  I can’t decide what my Jon would do so I’m curious what would go on inside Sam’s head.

This reads a bit like a fic but I’d never make it one as it steals way too much from Sam and I’m simply not  a writer but would like feedback so I can mentally play with scenarios.

Also, while many are eagerly awaiting Horizon, I can't wait for Mars as Sam has to watch his nightmares unfold right in front of him (and Liara too tbh).

Oh gosh, I LOVE this ask. Thank you!

If you want to know what the thought process has been as to ‘how do Sam and Kaidan reconcile, actually?’ this is kind of what it looks like. Throwing a lot of spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks.

First, the ending. I have spent 12 years now hating the ME3 ‘endings’ with every fiber of my being. I will quite literally die mad about it. But I’ve spent those 12 years trying to envision an ending I would feel good about, that would give me closure, and do justice to the characters I love so much. I finally got there, and I am beside myself over it. While I intend to keep most of the same emotional beats from the game, they will probably unfold a little differently.

That said, Sam will see it through to the end because he’s Sam, and he’s ruthless by nature. The solution is all that matters. Once his course is set, you won’t deviate him from it. But when he said, “if it comes down to a choice between you and the galaxy, fuck the galaxy. I choose you,” he meant it, so that course won’t be without conflict.

As for the reconciliation, (which is referring to this snippet for those who are curious), I thought about a LOT of things that could be the catalyst for it and had a heck of a time getting to one that felt right, for reasons which tie into the dissertation I wrote on that snippet.

The catalyst being Steve Cortez is something I absolutely thought about, and almost went with.  I can definitely  see Kaidan and Steve doing a little bonding over grief, and Steve gently but firmly asking him, “Kaidan…what are you doing? He’s right there. No one gets a second chance like this. No one.”

And as for Sam being jealous, I actually think Sam would be the one to suggest Kaidan get to know Steve. Kaidan needs to talk to someone. He can’t talk to Sam. Steve is the right choice. Sam can have jealous moments, but he isn’t really the jealous type.

Missions like Lesuss (the ardat-yakshi monastery) will probably play into the tension between them. I wrote a story years ago about that mission, and while it isn’t part of Opus, my toxic trait is loosely considering nearly every fic I’ve written to be my own ‘canon’ in some way (I’ve referenced many, many, many things that happen in Exordium, my ME1 long fic, in Opus).  

I also thought Kaidan learning about his dad going missing might be the tipping point. I even did some writing for it, but as I talk about in that dissertation, it was too focused on Kaidan’s needs, and not focused enough on Sam’s.

I won’t spoil what it is actually going to be, yet anyway, but it involves them doing what they do best: understanding and being there for each other. I can’t wait. I haven’t written it down, but I have daydreamed about it in such detail it’s etched in stone.

[soft-jihoonie]

Hey, @starchild--27! I’m your secret Santa ✨ it’s been so lovely getting to know you and hearing about your love for our lovely Chanyeol! I really hope you’ll like this fanfic I’ve written for you as your gift. I really enjoyed writing this! Have a lovely holidays and please let me know what you think!

Pairing: Chanyeol x Baekhyun

Warning: none

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Tysm @exols-silver-christmas for hosting this secret Santa, I loved being a part of it

Chanyeol stares down at the blank sheet music paper in front of him, pen hovering over the page as he wills himself to just write anything down. He tries not to the think about the crumpled up pieces of previous sheet music paper scattered around him, just reminding him of his failure.

He’s had writers block before, it’s nothing new, but this time he has the added pressure of his manager breathing down his neck, reminding him that the song needs to done by tomorrow to be considered for the album.

So, he’s spent the whole day in his studio, scribbling down ideas and hating every single one, getting increasingly more frustrated with himself.

A knock on the door shakes him out of his thoughts. His legs aching from lack of movement as he stands to walk towards the door and open it.

He’s greeted by Baekhyun, his sweet lovely Baekhyun, who barges past him into the room, loudly saying, “Yeol, you’ve been in here all day, take a break with me.”

Chanyeol chuckles as he returns to his chair, watching Baekhyun sit on the studio couch as he replies, “I can’t Baek, this song needs to be done by tomorrow morning, I’ve got nothing.”

Baekhyun’s face morphs into a sympathetic expression. “I know baby but I’m willing to bet that I’m correct in assuming you’ve not eaten all day?”

An expression of guilt spreads onto Chanyeol’s face as he shrugs and says, “Oops?”

Baekhyun groans, leaning over to rustle through a bag that Chanyeol hadn’t even realised he had with him. He passes Chanyeol a takeaway box, placing another one on the sofa next to him. Chanyeol opens the box to find Galbi, instantly hit by the comforting smell of his favourite food.

Glancing over at Baekhyun, he sees he’s opening the other takeaway box which is filled with rice and kimchi as side dishes. Chanyeol places his takeaway box on the desk next to him, striding over to Baekhyun.

He pulls Baekhyun up to standing, giggling at Baekhyun’s startled noise, and envelopes the shorter man in his arms, kissing the top of his head.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

Baekhyun laughs into Chanyeol’s chest, saying, “I’ve been asking myself the same thing.”

That earns Baekhyn a little nip on the ear from Chanyeol, making Baekhyun yelp and scramble away, a grin still on his face. Composing himself, Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol to the couch and says, “Sit.”

Doing as he’s told, Chanyeol finds himself being fed Galbi and side dishes moments later, moaning happily over the taste. When Baekhyun is satisfied Chanyeol will feed himself, he switches to telling Chanyeol about his day. As usual Baekhyun tells every part of it animatedly and he seems determined to make Chanyeol laugh.

He succeeds, of course. By the time the food has gone, Chanyeol’s stress has melted away and a melody is running through his mind.

He kisses Baekhyun gently, thanking him for the food and company before saying, “I’m inspired, can I?”

Baekhyun smiles and gestures for Chanyeol to carry on. Chanyeol bounds over to his computer, fingers itching to turn the melody from thought to actual song.

There’s something comforting about the fact that Baekhyun stays in the room whilst Chanyeol works, playing on his phone and shooting little smiles Chanyeol’s way when they make eye contact at points.

By the time he’s created the backing track for the song, a bit of relief flooding through him, Baekhyun is asleep on the couch. Chanyeol stares at him, a soft smile on his face as he admires his boyfriend.

Baekhyun is beautiful always but the peaceful expression on his sleeping face is one of Chanyeol’s favourite things. He resists all urges to go and cuddle up to Baekhyun, not wanting to disturb him sleeping so peacefully.

He glances at the window, noticing that it’s a clear night, the moon shining brightly surrounded by twinkling stars. He thinks, in that moment, that he’s the luckiest he’s ever been. A glance back at Baekhyun has him thinking ‘that’s because your boyfriend is an angel’.

That’s when it hits him, lyrics to match his backing track bursting into his mind. He can barely make his pen write as fast as the lyrics form in his mind. Of course he just needed Baekhyun to get over his writers block, he knows there’s no greater muse than Baekhyun.

He hits record on his computer, jumps into the recording booth, and sets to singing the demo version of the song. It’s not perfect, of course it isn’t, it won’t be until Baekhyun’s the one singing it. But, it’s good enough to present to his manager, good enough to show Baekhyun.

Leaving the booth, he stops his recording, listening back to ensure he doesn’t need to redo any parts. When he’s satisfied with his creation he moves over to Baekhyun.

He wakes Baekhyn up with soft kisses to his cheeks, forehead, nose, and when Baekhyun awakes, his lips. Baekhyun leans into the kiss, voice groggy as he pulls away and says, “What’s going on?”

Chanyeol grins, gently pulling Baekhyun to stand. As he sits Baekhyun on the chair in front of his computer he says, “It’s done, I finished the song.”

That wakes Baekhyun fully, a rectangle grin on his face as he grabs the headphones. He says, “I wanna hear it.”

Chanyeol presses play, nerves beginning to fill him as he worries Baekhyun won’t like it. He mentally speaks the lyrics to settle himself, stop his worrying thoughts. The lyrics read:

Hello, angel

You're like a painting

When I look at the sky, I can only see you

City street lights

Even when the lights go out

And the moon disappears, it's still shining

Because you are the star

That fell from the sky

I'm smiling for some reason

I can't sleep even if I close my eyes every night

I stay up all night again, thinking of you

Your shining smile makes me breathe

Perhaps you, you

Are hiding your wings behind your back

Yeah, anyone can tell you're my only angel

When I'm with you, I can fly

The sky gives you everything

And the world gave me you (It gave me you)

So you don't leave my side (Uh-huh)

To run away to heaven (Okay)

I'll hold you, I'll lock you, I'll embrace you

Hello, angel (Yeah)

You're like a painting (Come on, come on)

When I look at the sky, I can only see you

City street lights (Come on, come on)

Even when the lights go out and the moon disappears

It's still shining

Because you are the star that fell from the sky

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo (Because that's you)

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo (Because it's you, it's you)

Yeah, he says, "Don't, don't

Casually say that I'm pretty as if it was a joke"

Hug me more warmly like a blanket

Just like the first time, stay by my side

I'll be with you, the one I've always dreamed of

If we can last forever then I'll do anything (Uh-huh)

If it's a dream, I hope I never wake up from it

And I just wanna know about your every day

The sky gives you everything

And the world gave me you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

So your heart isn't hurt (Woo)

And there aren't any scratches in it (Come on)

I will protect you, I promise to live to take care of you

Hello, angel

You're like a painting

When I look at the sky (When I look at the sky) I can only see you

City street lights

Even when the lights go out and the moon disappears

It's still shining

Because you are the star that fell from the sky

Even the fanciest jewel from heaven

Couldn't be as dazzling as you

Please don't go away

Baby, won't you stay?

I will love you forever

Hello, angel

You're like a painting

When I look at the sky, I can only see you

City street lights

Even when the lights go out and the moon disappears

It's still shining (It's shining)

Because you are the star that fell from the sky

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo (Because are the star)

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo

When the song ends, Baekhyun turns to look at Chanyeol with wide eyes. Chanyeol removes the headphones from Baekhyun’s ears and says, “It’s for you, Baekhyun, you’re my muse.”

Next thing Chanyeol knows he’s knocked onto the floor, Baekhyun on top of him as he presses sloppy kisses all over Chanyeol’s face. Chanyeol can’t find it in himself to be mad or grossed out about the sloppiness.

He grins at Baekhyun when their eyes meet and asks, “Do you like it?”

Baekhyun loudly exclaims, “Like it? I love it! Oh my god, I can’t wait to sing it.”

“I can’t wait for you to sing it either.”

That earns Chanyeol a soft kiss that evolves into a more eager one.

When they both pull away breathless, Baekhyun says, “We should go home.”

Chanyeol nods, manoeuvring himself up to standing once Baekhyun is no longer on top of him. Baekhyun attaches himself to Chanyeol’s back whilst he saves his work on the computer and sets the studio back to its previous state before Chanyeol descended on it.

Baekhyun insists on driving them home since he brought the car anyway, Chanyeol had just opted to walk the 30 minutes to the studio that morning. On the drive home Chanyeol sighs.

Baekhyun shoots him a look that says ‘What’s wrong?’, most of the time they can converse without a single word being said.

Chanyeol says, “I’m going to have to change he to she in the lyrics, the company would never let us use a love song with masculine pronouns in it.”

Baekhyn smiles, hand reaching to squeeze Chanyeol’s hand as he says, “Don’t worry, whenever I sing it, I’ll know it’s your love song for me.”

If Baekhyun wasn’t driving Chanyeol would have kissed him hard. He plans to do that when they get home.

[fankhx-invasion]

Eric Carr Masturbating and using a big dildo(bigger than him) While Someone Watches Him? luv ur Writing~

Oh absolutely~ I'm loving some of these ideas you guys come up with and send me 🧡

The Fox's Secret

Implied Eric Carr/Paul Stanley, voyeur starchild, mirrors, implied bottom Eric

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Paul pulled himself from his deep slumber, yawning and stretching out on the couch he was staying on for the night. He blinked, looking around, familiarizing himself once more with the different atmosphere of the living room he was in. Eric's place was very different, but it was nice, almost comforting. A small smile pulled at his lips, Paul stood and walked to the kitchen, popping his joints as he walked quietly. He didn't want to wake Eric all because he wanted a drink of water to help him sleep! So, that's what he did, getting a glass from the cabinet, filling it with cold water, and taking a sip. Paul glanced down the hallway, noting that Eric's light was still on. Strange, especially as Paul looked at a clock and noted the time being midnight. Maybe he couldn't sleep, was what the singer figured, continuing to take calm sips of his drink before setting the glass down. He should probably go and use the bathroom before he tries to fall back asleep.

The star prince was quiet, sneaking his way down the hallway, not that he minded Eric being aware that he was using the bathroom, he just didn't want to draw too much attention to himself. That's when he caught onto the strange sounds, almost like wet, messy sounds and whines. Okay. Odd. Curiosity might kill a cat, but Paul was no kitten, and he wanted to know what that funny drummer was up to so late at night. No, he had to refrain and respect his friend's privacy, that was the better thing to do! He was at an absolute crossroads, biting his pretty lip in thought, mindlessly pushing the door open just a tad, choosing instead to take just a small peek, it wouldn't hurt him! But oh, what he saw before him made his cheeks burn.

The fox hadn't been looking at the door, laying down, legs all spread out, one hand holding one leg up, the other gently and slowly thrusting a toy bigger than Eric's own incredible length. He was letting out the prettiest noises, looking over at the mirror opposite of him, watching how the dildo sunk into him over and over. It was at least twelve inches in length, a curved tip, layered edges, almost as thick as his own fist, made with pink glitter. As the drummer threw his head back in pleasure, Paul could even see the shiny, pink, puppy collar around Eric's neck, and it made his cock twitch. He shouldn't be watching his band mate getting off like this, he knew he should just leave and pretend he didn't know a thing about it, but listening to his pleading turned the singer on.

Eric pulled the toy out with a groan, sitting up and grabbing the small, open bottle of lube from the nightstand, pouring some all over the toy, covering every bit of it. He positioned it back into the place he wanted it, lifting his hips up and sliding them back down with a pleased moan. It stretched him open so beautifully, hitting all the right places, driving him crazy. Paul bit his lower lip, palming himself in his sweatpants, lustful eyes focused on Eric's body. He had such beautiful curves for a man, a nice, round ass too. The way his jaw went slack and he threw his head back with each moan..

"Fuck," he mumbled out, reaching down past the waistband of his underwear, giving his cock several long strokes, giving into every temptation. What he would do just to pounce on top of Eric and pound him into that mattress!

The drummer was in pure bliss, feeling the tip constantly hit that bundle of nerves inside of him, edging him closer to a climax. He let out several whimpers, biting his lower lip to keep quiet as he slammed his hips down in a feverish manner. He wished now he'd invested in the fake cum they were offering when he bought this. Imagining the absolute mess, the way it would cover his inner thighs and ass and get all over the sheets, the thoughts were driving him insane. He mumbled out several curses, one hand clasped over his mouth while the other helped support him and his constantly moving hips. Paul rested his forehead against the wall, thumb rubbing over his tip in small circles, then picking up his pace in his hand, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, reopening to watch the other. Eric couldn't even help himself anymore, muttering out pleas for 'more', 'harder please, I can take it', fingers gripping and clawing at the sheets, his cock shooting white ropes of cum over the clean linens.

Paul groaned in response, his red, throbbing tip leaking over his fingers. He quickened his fist again, letting out a low, hearty moan from his throat, his own sticky mess hitting his stomach and abdomen.The singer's soft, panting breaths filled the air, coaxing himself through his own climax, his brow beaded in sweat. Did he really just jack off to his friend and bandmate masturbating? Yes. Did he like it? His cheeks burned at the question in his head, body freezing up at the sound of Eric's soft voice piping up from the other side of the door.

"Paul? Is that you..?"

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[pin-crusher2000]

Mortal Kombat: Earth-66 (1.5)

Here is the second half of character interactions (Mar’i & Jake)

1- Mar’i: wanna spar? I’ll let you wrestle me to the ground.

Chris: oh! Hehe sure.

Mar’I: *smirks* read you like an open book!

2-Mar’i: future bro in law, wanna fight?

Jon: sure, won’t hold back though!

Mar’i: Tamareans is stronger than kryptonians.

3- Mar’i: you are daddy’s favorite Robin

Damian: *tt* is that so?

Mar’i: talked about you for hours.

4- Mar’i: we are both noble heirs for warrior queens

Hunter: it means we are both strong.

Mar’i: but I’m more stronger *does the lower bottom eyelid & sticks tongue out anime taunt.*

5-Mar’i: you think your arrows are faster than my starbolts?

Connor: yup, fastest drawer on the planet!

Mar’i: that’s what Lian said.

6- Mar’i: I’m a warrior princess!

Arthur: & I’m a warrior prince.

Mar’i: let’s see who’s the better warrior!

7-Mar’i: is it true that you eat worms?

Hector: no! I’m just a regular kid with hawk armor on!

Mar’i: that’s what a person who eats worms would say!

8-Mar’i: A Tamarean is stronger than a kryptonian!

Osul-Ra: wrong, & I’m a Phaelosian not a kryptonian!

Mar’i: *shugs noise* same thing.

9-Mar’i: *gasps* are you a warrior princess too?!

Otho-Ra: I’m my papas StarChild.

Mar’i: I’m my daddy’s StarShine.

10-Mar’i: wow! You get super strength?!

Colin: yeah, & I get even stronger.

Mar’i: strong like a Tamarean?

11-Mar’i: are you spying on Chris & I?

Conner: just being a good big bro & watching out.

Mar’i: thanks for that, but we don’t need you.

12-Mar’i: your just like uncle dami, But a princess!

Mara: I prefer a demon instead.

Mar’i: yup, talk like him too.

13-Mar’i: you can shoot lasers out of your eyes!

Maya: *giggles* yup & turn invisible too!

Mar’i: wooah! Cool!

14-Mar’i: Irey is my best friend!

Maxine: no she’s mine!

Mar’i: Mine!

15-Mar’i: hmph! Stop talking about my mom like that perv!

Clifford: what? I just said she’s like E.T. But with double D’s?

Mar’i: I’m gonna kick your butt!

16-Mar’i: what am I thinking about?

Kathy: Ranch with pizza on the bottom.

Mar’i: *gasp* soooo cool!

17- Mar’i: what’s hotter: my starbolts or your magical flames?

Suren: my flames can burn to ash.

Mar’i: my bolts are hotter than the sun.

FireWing (Jake Grayson)

1-Jake: loser has to make a parfait for the winner!

Chris: & it’s gonna be you.

Jake: then I’m gonna make it butt flavored.

2- Jake: we are the strongest of our teams.

Jon: let’s see who’s stronger between the both of us.

Jake: loser has pretzels for the winner.

3-Jake: dad said you were his favorite Robin.

Damian: *tt* is that so?

Jake: he was right, you are a butt munch.

4-Jake: we are both warrior princes.

Hunter: but I’m far stronger.

Jake: let’s test that out.

5-Jake: your screams can hurt eardrums?

Connor: yup, even steel at full scream.

Jake: really? Mine too! *starts screaming autisticly*

6-Jake: we are both warrior princes.

Arthur: yup, I’m of water & you of fire.

Jake: fire is better than water.

7-Jake: is it true that you eat worms?

Hector: no! Where did you heard that from?!

Jake: my sister bird boy! *giggles*

8-Jake: *deepens voice* accept my challenge kakarot!

Osul-Ra: *highens voice* Right! Let’s do it!

9-Jake: a warrior princess?

Otho-Ra: I’m my papas StarChild.

Jake: Mar’i would love to have you as a sister.

10-Jake: woah! You can turn into a giant!

Colin: yup, maybe even bigger.

Jake: can I do pull-ups on your wrists?

11-Jake: can you teach me how to be cool?

Conner: bro, you are already cool with the flame outfit!

Jake: awww, cool.

12-Jake: you’re just like uncle Damian.

Mara: how so?

Jake: a butthead but pretty.

13-Jake: you can shoot lasers?

Maya: yup, & turn invisible too!

Jake: can I use it to pull goons pants down? Please?

14-Jake: since my mom’s species came from cats could you technically control me?

Maxine: huh, you came from cats?!

Jake: meow! Meow! *purrs*

15-Jake: keep my mom’s name outta your mouth!

Clifford: why? I just said she’s like E.T. But with double D’s.

Jake: I’m gonna punch you in the tenders!

16: Jake: what number am I thinking of?

Kathy: not a number but the color blue.

Jake: darn, thought I could trick you. *pouts*

17: Jake: what’s hotter? My starbolts or your magical flames.

Suren: I can burn a body to ash.

Jake: can you light your farts on fire though?

[shandidellamorte]

~My Beautiful Vampire~

Yes, I’m super late with this but what can I do when my brain doesn’t wanna work..even when I want it to? Please, everyone..accept this belated birthday story for our dear StarChild~ Kinda inspired by @sagii24​ and their lovely artwork here. Enjoy! Header art by @comets-nix

~Shandi 

I never thought things would turn out like this.

But life has a way of knocking you for quite a loop. 

I was an explorer of a sort. 

At least I used to be.

Until I went to a place where no one dared to go. 

A grand, old mansion that was said to belong to a Vampire. 

I didn't believe in such nonsense. 

I thought Vampires didn't exist. 

One fateful night, I was proven very wrong. 

First mistake, overconfidence. Eric wanted to come with me, but I insisted on going alone. 

Second mistake, I didn’t bring anything to defend myself. I didn’t think I needed to. Amateur. 

Third mistake, not wearing more protective clothing. Why didn’t I button my shirt before I went inside?

I should’ve died.

I suppose fortune does favor the foolish.

The foyer was so dark I needed my lamp to see where I was going. But the architecture..it was fascinating. I would have to come back and study it further later. 

The library was even more intricate than I could’ve imagined. Rows of dust and cobweb covered books that stretched to the ceiling. Various educational tomes. Novels. Atlases. Things that could keep the mind occupied for years. The one who lived here definitely had a thirst for knowledge. That was one commonality we shared. 

While roaming one of the many hallways I happened upon what seemed to be the master bedroom. Strange. The atmosphere was..different. It was already lit by multiple candelabras and a chandelier made entirely out of the finest crystal. The bed was covered with purple satin sheets, a plush comforter and a lace curtained canopy. All completely dust free. 

Definitely strange. Was someone still living here? If so I had to find out. On the opposite wall there was a large portrait. Is he..the one who used to live here..? He’s absolutely beautiful. Such sensuous eyes. Such full lips. Such gorgeous hair.. I’m drawn to him. Before I even realize it I’m touching the portrait, and it’s moving. There’s some kind of mechanism behind the portrait. Despite my better judgment I reach out to touch it. An eerie noise echoes throughout the entire room. I definitely touched the wrong thing. I’m a fool. 

~*~

I should’ve run, but my feet were anchored to the spot. Don’t ask me to explain why. 

The sound of old gears grinding against each other behind me made me turn around. The..the bed was moving! The opening glowed with an unearthly purple light. Was there..something under the mattress all along..? There certainly was. The last thing I was expecting to find. A glass coffin surrounded by roses. Roses that were still alive, and in full bloom. I then realized, the man lying in the coffin was the same as the one in the portrait! Well..nearly the same. His skin looked pale and cold, but his lips were still as red as the roses that surrounded him. Probably makeup. He must have been perfectly preserved. Such a shame to die so young. I suppose I should be the gentleman and give him a proper burial.

Just as I’m leaning over him..his eyes open. 

~*~

All I can do is stare. 

His eyes were no longer the soft brown color they were in the portrait. They were a devilish red. He looks at me, and he smiles. I can see the sharp points of his fangs. 

He’s a Vampire.

“My..aren’t you a handsome one~ Have you come to satiate my hunger~?”

“W-what..?” 

“It’s been centuries, you know. It would be wonderful to have some..fresh blood~” 

He sits up in his coffin and stretches the small bat like wings protruding from his back. There’s a predatory hunger in his eyes that I cannot look away from. Am I already under his spell? 

“Tell me your name, handsome lad~” 

“T-Thomas..” 

“Such a fine name..and how kind of you to make my job easy for me~” I can see his eyes drift down to my open shirt and my exposed neck. The desire to protect myself is nothing compared to his hypnotic gaze. I can’t move my hands. All I can do is plead. 

“Please..don’t kill me..” 

“Foolish, handsome lad..why would I do that~?” 

“Aren’t you..a Vampire..? Isn’t that..what you do..?” 

He scoffs and tosses his hair. “Perhaps if I were a savage. But you..you look too good to kill~ I think I’d like to keep you around for a while. Drinking pure, untainted blood such as yours will keep me young and beautiful~”

“I..I will not be your personal blood bag..!!”

 “As if you have a choice~” He laughs, stands up and steps out of the coffin, careful not to crush any of the roses. “I am your Master now, dear Thomas~ You will be whatever I need you to be~” 

Compulsion. That is all that’s left in me now. 

The compulsion to obey.

 “W-whatever you wish, my Master..” 

~END~

[mystic-blue]

// i saw one (1) post about starchild!casey and decided to never be normal again <3 hope y'all enjoy because i wrote this in one go and it has not been edited! as always, for @ashwii and their celestial au

It took a long time for stars to form - Leo knew from painful, first-hand experience.

Each new burst of starlight was accompanied by searing, on-going pain until the cosmic reaction settled into something recognizable. As much as it all hurt, Leo loved knowing that his stars were out there, alive and bright and beautiful. Sometimes his brothers would find him floating through the void, tracing made up patterns between the stars decorating his limbs. It helped him calm down whenever he lost another star in a particularly painful manner, but he never told them that.

Whenever a new star was born, Leo had a rough idea of where it was in the universe. A distant link, a far off call of acknowledgement that they were present and knew he was, too. Most of the newer stars took the place of dying ones, or came to life at the edges of the ever expanding universe. It was rare for a new one to be born close to the system Leo and his brothers inhabited.

The closest stars were only a few minutes away (well...a few minutes for celestial beings was lifetimes for humans). It was there that Leo felt something call out. It sang through his veins with a rush exponentially greater than anything Leo had felt in the last few millennia. It stole his breath for a moment, stunning Leo in place before he regained enough presence of mind to react.

The call came from the direction of the Proxima Trio, who still had a few billion years left in them if Leo remembered correctly. He wondered if he had mistaken the feeling of a dying star for that of one being created because of their proximity. It was a startling occurrence, to say the least.

Until he realized it truly wasn't a swan song.

Even more perplexed than before, Leo sped along out of his brother's solar system toward the Trio. He would never claim to have favorites, but they were the ones he could see most often due to proximity. So his worry was a visible flickering of stars at his fingertips as Leo approached, reaching out without words to make sure they were all still present and well.

His query was met with elation and a hasty explanation.

The Trio had apparently orbited each other in a rare pattern - one that put them all at their closet proximity to each other. It happened rarely with the way their gravity affected one another, and they had brought with them cosmic dust they had been collecting for a while. On a whim, they had shoved the cosmic dust together along with a few other elements, just to see what would happen, and the result had been unexpected.

Floating at the center point between the Trio was a child. Their hair was the same color as the void of space between stars, shimmering with faint hints of starlight between the strands. Their skin was a swirling, ever turbulent pattern of colorful cosmic dust, and they were wrapped in a celestial cloud.

Stunned into silence alongside the Trio, Leo moved closer and ever so carefully scooped the child into the cradle of his arms. In response, the little one made a quiet noise of acknowledgment before blinking open their eyes to peer up at the newcomer. Leo's nonexistent breath caught in his throat as he gazed down at the little child in his arms.

Their eyes were filled with starlight, as bright as a sun. The child grinned toothily up at Leo and reached their tiny, cosmic dust colored hands up to his face. Excited babbling accompanied the gesture and Leo couldn't help but smile in return.

The Trio pressed their gentle concern toward Leo, and he realized abruptly that he was crying. Each tear sparkled with shed starlight, and he wiped them away quickly, still smiling. He promised the Trio they were happy tears, that there was nothing to worry about.

It had been so long - billions of years - since Leo had been able to witness a new star. He hadn't realized just how much he had missed it until this moment.

"Hello, starchild," Leo said, voice trembling with excitement. "Welcome to the universe."

As starchild babbled in response, Leo bid farewell to the Trio, promising them to look after the little one. They were content to part with little starchild, knowing Leo would make good on that promise. He rushed back to Raph's system, beaming and bursting with excitement. He found his brothers almost exactly where he had left them and presented starchild instantly.

"Where did you get them?" Mikey asked, pausing between his adoring coos.

"The Trio made them - I assume by accident. But I promised them I would look after starchild."

Raph had that look on his face that he always got when presented with something adorable. Leo would have offered to let Raph hold starchild, but the mere thought of letting them go was abhorrent. Instead, Leo allowed Mikey and Raph to fawn over starchild as he continued to cradle them in his arms.

Donnie hung back at Leo's shoulder, peering down at starchild curiously. Leo thought about suggesting Donnie not think too hard, lest he hurt himself. But that sort of comment usually ended with Donnie whacking Leo, and he couldn't risk it with starchild in his arms.

"What's on your mind, Dee?" Leo settled for, instead.

"You called them 'starchild'," Donnie said slowly. "Is that their name?"

Leo looked down at starchild, smiling as they reached a little hand up to bat curiously at Mikey's outstretched fingers. He didn't know how he knew, but starchild was an entity like them, a physical manifestation of newborn stars. A connection had formed between Leo and starchild, a tether of cosmic material that couldn't be broken. Starchild was a lovely name, but it wasn't a proper name.

"No," Leo said, shifting the hold of his cradle so he could extend his own fingers into starchild's curious reach. Tiny digits wrapped around Leo's sparkling finger as their delighted laughter echoed through the cosmos. Eyes full of starlight looked up at Leo, joyful and trusting. Maybe Leo could play favorites after all.

"Their name is Casey."

[mochinek0]

Agreste-Wayne 16

Alya sat nervously on the opposite side of the Parisian reporter. Nadja Chamack had long since passed down the role so she had no idea how this person would act.

"We are live on Tvi with Alya Cesaire!" they announced, "She has gained quite a bit of a reputation recently. Many of you may remember she worked for Parisian Abroad and wrote the retracted story of Adrien Agreste and Marinette Wayne's supposed love affair. Today, she is here to talk about her new blog and what led to her creating it."

Alya smiled nervously at the camera and waved.

"Um, I pretty much stated in my blog what led up to all of this. I believed in the wrong person and that person was Layla Rossi. She was a new student, in college, and quickly wowed us with stories of all these amazing things she did. I lost touch with a lot of classmates over the years. I can't say she was the reason or not. I know a few people know she was liar and I don't blame them in the slightest. I was-am, I am stubborn." Alya began.

"You posted a link with a list of lies she told in school." they declared, "Can you elaborate on those?"

"Yes. Of course." Alya answered, "Lila, um, Layla missed a lot of school. She was always saying how she was going on trips with her mother, an ambassador. She would even zoom call the teacher to tell us about her 'trips'."

"And you are sure she wasn't on these trips?" they asked.

"I didn't see it then, but she would never leave the hotel room." Alya explained, "Someone brought it up that every hotel room looked the same. She began to tear up and said that her mother's company only used the same hotel brand so all rooms should look the same. We believed her. Later, they pointed out how Lila never showed us pictures of her on any of these trips. She would go to exotic places: the Kingdom of Achu, Hawaii, the Amazon rainforest. I wish I had listened more when they said that there was no proof she was doing these things."

"Was that all there was too it?" they inquired, "No proof?"

"No." she replied, "Layla claimed to be doing these 'inspirational' acts, like feeding the homeless, building homes in Africa, helping Prince Ali with an environmental project, making clothes by hand for orphaned children and a lot more. If you're curious, you can look at the blog; most of these I did disprove. For one, the Prince Ali of Achu doesn't do environmental projects. He has charities for pediatric hospitals. Many of us donated money to the 'environmental project'. Anytime we asked her to help with something she claimed to have done, she would have an excuse. She also told us she had all these disabilities: tinnitus, arthritis, weak ankles, fractured lymph nodes, and so on. All of which sounds really stupid to say outloud, especially if she was out building homes. In fact, we've never met her parents so there's no guarantee she even was an ambassador's daughter."

"That does sound pretty....hard to believe." the reporter declared.

Alya nodded, "We were fourteen and thought we all had this amazing friend who did all these amazing things! At twenty-two, it doesn't sound plausible. There's so many mistakes, so many inconsistencies. They saw right through her. They were smarter than all of us."

"Alya, I know we asked you here to talk about you're blog." the reporter began, "We also asked some other people to talk about their experiences with Layla Rossi."

Alya looked off to the side to see who would be walking out.

'Is it Nino? It could be anyone from Bustier's class.'

Alya quickly turned when she heard a noise and saw the giant screen was trying to connect to a video.

'Did they not want to be here in person? How horrible did Lila treat this person that they're possibly going to disguise their identity?'

Alya froze in her seat. She never expected it would be them.

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[sbi-fic-rec]

How Much Earth Do You Carry In Your Lungs?

The aliens haven’t experimented on him. They’re scared of him and Tommy is glad for it.

Almost all.

The Demon, green-silver-mercury; tall, muscled with golden horns is the only one that isn’t, although he isn’t an active fan of his noise. He doesn’t flinch whenever Tommy screams at him through the glass, when he pounds his fist or charges the door with a ducked shoulder and a brace for bruises, but neither does he appreciate it for long. He, at least, is the only one so far to threaten Tommy.

It had only been a raised hand—the glass between them protecting Tommy from the violence and protecting the alien from his retaliation—but it was a threat, nonetheless. Unacted upon, because in all the weeks Tommy has been in his possession, he hasn’t made a move to come into his enclosure cell and do anything against him.

But that’s just the point. It’s been, weeks? A month? Nearly two?

Tommy knows that the aliens’ patience is going to eventually run out at some point and he’s not keen to find out what will happen next.

He’s expecting violence. He’s expecting pain, he’s expecting blood, he’s expecting….

He’s not expecting this.

Or: Humans will pack bond with anything.

Word Count: 17,098

Status: Completed

Opinion: I love it, aliens are terrified of humans and Tommy is both reason for their fear, and reason to not be feared at all

Always Check The Tags!

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Series:

Starchild

Total Word Count: 77,514

Status: Unfinished

Always Check The Tags!

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[strawberrylemonz]

Innit an Adventure

An addition to the AU, lol. Instead of chat being in his head, like Techno’s, Tommy’s chat are ghosts that follow him around :)

This one is dedicated to @ivorylin for being very supportive of my first post regarding this au. This is also dedicated to @petrichormeraki for being poggers and enjoying the first part of this series, as well as inspiring it.

Part 1

Part 2 [CURRENT]

Part 3

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“Brother!!! Pog!!!”

“Big brother returns!”

“HE CALLED HIM STARCHILD, I’M GONNA SOB”

“I just woke up, what’s happening?”

“GOODBYE SBI, HELLO HERMIT GRIAN”

”HERMIT HOMIES HOURS”

“HOLY SHIT, HE’S OUR BROTHER”

“I was getting a snack, what’s up?”

“DJLFKNGON I’M GOANNA   CRYSLK”

“BEST BROTHER EVER”

“I’m on the toilet, pog”

“I have tacos :)”

“BRGB SOBBING”

“GRIAN POGGGG”

“This makes me happy you didn’t do a double flip”

“ADIOS TECHNOBRO AND WILBRO, I ONLY KNOW BIG BRO G!!!”

“Anyone else have dust in their eyes?”

“CHAOS DUO RELATED POG”

Tommy let out a shaky breath as he rubbed his eyes. Chat was going crazy at the new news and, to be honest, he couldn’t blame them. If he was in their position, he’d be freaking out alongside them. Wanting to end both the silence that filled the cavern and the nonsense Chat was saying, Tommy let out a hoarse laugh before speaking.

“Chat really likes you, G.”

A smile formed on the teen’s face as his head bounced with the hefty laugh that came from Grian, whose chest began to rumble alongside the laughter. Finally lifting his head off his brother’s chest, Tommy allowed the remaining tears in his eyes to fall as he looked to Grian’s face. Grian smiled fondly back at Tommy, wiping away the tears from his little brother’s eyes. 

“I suppose I should say hello to all of them. Is Chat similar to Techno’s voices?”

Concern flashed across Grian’s face as Tommy flinched at the mention of Technoblade. It was small, and could have been easily overlooked if Grian wasn’t watching his brother like a hawk. He made a mental note to ask about that later that night, when they were around the campfire.

“Nah, he’s just insane. Psychotic or some shit like that. I’m just really fucking cool and can see spirits and shit.”

Eyebrows from the crowd (shit, they were still there, weren’t they?) and Grian were raised as someone Stress half heartedly scolded Tommy for his language. Tommy just rolled his eyes, knowing that they only scolded him as a joke. They had all grown accustomed to his wording, and were worried when he didn’t slip in a few curses into his sentences.

“Spirits?”

“Yeah, spirits. I call em Chat most of the time, but they have different nicknames, and they all have individual names. Clara explained that it was one of the many side effects to her marking me as a ‘Starchild’ in her name. They are the spirits of the lands, from servers all around, or some shit like that. I can see them all, but they make the choice to stick with me or not.”

This was...news. Grian, who was still processing that he his baby brother was alive, sitting right in front of him, as well as the fact that Clara was real, could only stare. He wasn’t so sure how to feel about his brother being indifferent to all the spirits, but he suppose that it couldn’t be helped. Spending pretty much your entire life seeing spirits would make him indifferent to the spirits as well. 

“So, Chat is...everywhere?”

“Basically, yeah”

Grian hummed as he proceeded to greet Chat, being polite to the beings he couldn’t see. Much to the annoyance of Tommy, Chat seemed to be loving Grian even more. Maybe a bit too much.

“HE’S SO POLITE”

“How thoughtful of him”

“HELOO HI GRI A  N HWAHT’S UP BRO”

“Grian bro supremacy”

“GRIAN BRO SUPREMACY”

“HERMIT HOMIE WOOOOOO”

“BEST BRO POG”

“holY SHIT I’M IN LOV E ADKNVOD”

“THE RACCOON HAS A POG BROTHER WOOO”

“HI GRIAN HI”

“Rodent brothers??? pog?????”

“HELLOHELLOHELLOHENSLO”

“TELL HIM WE SAID HI, CHILD”

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down. Chat says hi, Grian. And, hey, I’m not a child, what the fuck!? I’m a big man!”

Impulse snickered as Mumbo walked over to the two brothers. Smiling down at them, he helped the two back to their feet. Grian smiled as he set a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Tommy, in turn, beamed with pride at his brother and his friends. 

“Alright, we spent enough time being emotional and shit. Let’s get going, I have more cool shit to show you guys.”

Laughter filled the cavern as Tommy fixed his hair, his booming man child I’m not a child voice being drowned out as he led them back outside. Slightly huffing. He let out a yelp as he was nearly tackled to the ground from behind. Letting out undignified noises of protest, he turned to see the smug smile of Grian, who was ruffling his hair. 

“Alright, big man, show us your land of paradise!”

Barking out a hearty laugh, Tommy ducked out from his brother’s hand before grabbing it, spinning a few times, and pulling him forward. 

“Aw, look at them!”

“Wait, so Grian has two sections now?”

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The traditional booth games in Tavern Town were fun. From balloon darts to milk bottles, to ladder climb and hoop toss, Tommy thought of it all. Unique designs decorated each booth, all holding an individual and unique look. Everything about the area was impressive.

“Where did buy get these for the games? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them in the main server.”

Tommy peered over to Doc, who was inspecting the prizes neatly strung up on all the booths. There were plushies of different types of mods, some familiar, others not. They came in all types of colors and sizes, and were overall impressive. Walking up beside Doc, Tommy just shrugged his shoulders, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“I didn’t buy them, I made them.”

Scar perked up, before jumping right into the conversation.

“You what? Toms, that’s impressive! I didn’t know you could sew.”

‘Fucking hell,’ Tommy thought to himself. He didn’t expect to get praise for his simple hobbies.

“Yeah, I sew. I’m actually pretty crafty, being resourceful and shit. I also knit and crochet. It’s not much, but it’s really fucking therapeutic and all that jazz.”

Before anyone else could comment, a dinging noise sounded at one of the booths. Turning to look at the cause of the commotion, they saw that Stress and Impulse had won a game together. Giving each other fist bumps, they watched as a screen popped up, giving them prize options to choose from. After receiving their prizes, they hurried over to Tommy with smiles painted on their faces.

“You bet we’re gonna win one of each plush here.”

A high pitched laughter erupted from Tommy, who was starting to enjoy his decision to hand make all the prizes in his park. Wiping away a tear of joy, the teen I’m eighteen, I’m a fucking man! You’re a child, Tommy beamed at his friends, who smiled warmly in return. Tommy’s joy seemed to increase as more booth alarms were set off, many more prizes coming off the shelves. By the time everyone was ready for the next land, they all had at least two plush toys each.

———

“This is delicious! You baked these?!”

The group was currently sitting in the seating area in the Dream SMP section of the park, more specifically, L’manburg. They had gotten pastries from the duplicate bakery that belonged to Niki. According to Tommy, it was an exact replica to the real thing. The pastries sold there were the same ones Niki sold back at L’manburg. Tommy had used the recipes and techniques that Niki had demistrated to both him and Tubbo to create the dishes.

“If you think these are good, you should taste Niki’s. I swear, her pastries were sent down from Heaven by Jesus himself. They taste fucking amazing, godly.”

Grian smiled as he nudged Tommy’s shoulder with his own. Popping another sweet cake in his mouth, Tommy quirked an eyebrow as he faced the older boy.

“You should teach me some of your hobbies, Starchild. We can do a hobby exchange.”

Tommy visibly brightened up as he wiped some frosting from around his mouth. Smiling, he nodded his head happily.

“Hell yeah! That sounds fuckin’ amazing!”

The group ate with content as they looked around their area. They had already seen the rest of the Dream server lands. 

“It’s amazing that you’ve made all of this by yourself. You haven’t even showed us the rest of the park yet! Good job, for a child.”

“Hey! I’m not a fucking child! I’m turning 19 soon!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were an Aries.”

“What’s wrong with being an Aries?”

“Nothing is wrong with being an Aries, Tango.”

“Oh shut it, you Librarian.”

“Librarian?”

“Yeah, the worst sign.”

“First of all, kid, I’m a Gemini.”

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The rides and games in the DSMP were very diverse and unique. Tommy had really put a lot of effort and time into every attraction, no matter how small. From things as small as a scavenger hunt through the Badlands, water themed adventures in El Rapids, to fast paced coasters in L’manburg.

“Scoot over, bandit child, I’m sharing this ride vehicle with you.”

“What the fuck, man?”

“Oh, don’t act surprised. I know you made it to where two people share a seat just so you can spend quality time with your brother.”

“Oh, fuck off, I didn’t even know you were my brother until an hour and a half ago.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

The first ride the group decided to board was dubbed A Home. Entering a little shack, everyone boarded their ride vehicles and waited for the ride to begin. While they waited for the vehicles to move, Tommy explained how he managed to use the latest mods that were added to the server to his advantage. He managed to fit different tracks to different rides in the same builds, as well as add animatronics. Just as he was about to receive yet another wave of praise, the ride began.

“It’s like looking at a younger version of you!”

“That’s kinda the point, genius.”

Grian’s statement, as obvious as it was, was true. As the vehicles left the shack and entered the caravan, and animatronic Tommy, merely 16 years of age, welcomed the riders as they witnessed the beginning of a new home, L’manburg. They kept comments to themselves when they saw, yet again, the replica of Tommy’s old base. The ride track took them through different areas of the DSMP, following the young Tommy as he searched for a home.

“-the citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit!!!”

“What?!”

“What does he mean revoked?!”

Before Tommy could reply, the vehicles lurched backwards, keeping the vehicles facing the stage at all times as the animatronics turned to take aim at the riders. It wasn’t until the red stone to the dirt entrance revealed the entry way to Pogtopia that the vehicles did a 180, moving forward into the entry way before going down the spiral steps into the ravine. Laughter filled the air as the group saw animatronics of Tommy, Wilbur and Techno conversing together, joking around and teasing each other. Suddenly, the ride vehicles fell down to the next part of the track, the prime path. As they raced through the tunnel, they witnessed an animatronic Tommy and Tubbo embracing and conversing, their cheerful voices free from worry. The group could only sit in awe as the scenes continued to change.

“-goodbye, Tommy.”

“What does he mean goodbye?!”

“Oh my fucking god, shut up!”

The vehicles suddenly raced through the Nether, coming out to an island far from DSMP. The sign at the entrance of the area welcomed the group to Logstedshire. There, they could see an unhappy Tommy staring out towards the ocean, listening to Chirp as he mumbled nonsense to Clara. And just as quickly as they came, they raced out of the sunny area and into the snow. They raced around the inside of Techno’s cottage before racing outside, towards an empty area. There, an animatronic Tommy yelled out in shock as an animatronic Technoblade pressed a button, turning around as a secret lair was revealed.

“Welcome home, Theseus!”

For the final time, the scene changed. They entered, backwards, into a portal, coming out to face a replica of the spawn to Hermitcraft. There, in wonderous glory, stood an animatronic Xisuma, welcoming the group to Hermitcraft. Then, the track dropped, leaving the riders back at the entrance to the ride.

“Holy shit.”

“Haha! Holy shit is right!”

———

The group quickly learned that Tommy spared no expense in all his attractions. As they explored the different lands, they really saw the individuality of every land. L’manburg had fun rides, including Nation’s Legacy, Blood’s Ballad, Wither’s Wrath, and Creator’s Cabin. Nation’s Legacy is an underground ride that worked like a turntable to tell the history of L’manburg, ending on a grim and looming hint to the possible destruction of the nation. When asked about the fate of L’manburg, Tommy admitted that he appeared in Hermitcraft before he could witness the possible doomsday, so he wasn’t entirely sure what had occured afterwards.

Blood’s Ballad is an interactive ride that used a special red stone technique. The ride vehicles could seat up eight passengers at a time, each using special gloves that allow them to interact with the special ride elements. The goal is to get the most points out of everyone in the ride vehicle. The ride took the group on a journey with Technoblade, the Blood God. The group racked up points training alongside him, as well as fighting all sorts of mobs. By the end of the ride, Tommy was sulking as Stress managed to gather the most points. Stress was enjoying the victory, smiling happily as “SUBSCRIBE TO TECHNOBLADE” boomed through the speakers. 

Wither’s Wrath was more of a small scale ride to enjoy. There were only three ride vehicles, each shaped like a wither and able to hold three riders. Each rider sat in a wither skull. Grian smiled as he pulled Mumbo and Tommy into a a wither vehicle with him. As they strapped in, they were transported to a virtual world where the rules of the game were shared. The goal was to cause the most destruction in the virtual world than the other vehicles. Each player controlled their own skull, making it easier to gather points. At least, that was the case for-

“Fuck yeah! Team Kickass all the way! Check it Grian, Mumbo, we’re badass!”

Creator’s Cabin was simple enough. It was just a large cabin that held enchanted portraits of everyone who resided in the DSMP. The portraits could move within their frames. They could also interact with each other. When the group walked in, the portraits were chatting away with each other. Sam’s portrait seemed to be listening in on the conversation that the portraits of Tubbo, Tommy and Purpled were having, occasionally joining in when he saw fit. Fundy was chatting away with Eret and Niki, a bright smile on his face. Ranboo was timidly peeking over at the group with Tommy and Tubbo, obviously wanting to join in. The portraits of Quackity, Sapnap and Karl were deep in conversation, while the portrait of George was asleep sitting up.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are there two portraits of Wilbur?”

“Oh, right. Grian, about Wilbur-”

“AHOY THERE! WHY DON’CHA BOARD ME SHIP AND CONQUER THE WATERS WITH ME?”

The group, aside from Tommy, jumped at the booming voice. Without hesitation, they all ran out to the water, searching for the source of the voice. There, out on the water, stood a lone animatronic. It was the animatronic of a petite woman, one with red curls dancing around as she swayed and spoke. Once more, her confident, melodic voice filled the air. 

“JOIN ME ON MY QUEST TO RIDE THE WONDROUS WAVES OF THE SEAS”

With that, she raised her right arm, hoisting a sword into the air. On cue, she began to rise as a ship emerged from the sea below her. Once it was no longer submerged, the ship rocked a few times before settling. A banner unraveled and blew in the breeze, the name of the area now visible for all to see. 

Sally de Mon’s Sea Voyage

“You like it? Creating the entrance for this ride was a fucking bastard. Kept me up all night and crap. Almost gave up completely on it.”

“It’s amazing! I was not expecting to see something like that!

“Hey, Tommy? Who’s Sally. I don’t think it was ever explained how you know her?”

“Really? I gotta fix that, then. Sally is my sister-in-law who-”

“I HAVE A SISTER-IN-LAW?!”

“Oh, shit...surprise?”

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The Badlands was a fun, interactive section of the DSMP area. The various puzzles and mazes made it fun for all the participants. The muffin stand was also a fan favorite to the hermits. 

El Rapids was a water-filled adventure. Because he wanted to play around with the word rapids, Tommy made several water-based rides and activities, his favorite being the log ride. They just seemed to be the perfect addition to the area, adding a way to cool down to balance all the water-free rides. It seemed as if Tommy had thought of every type of ride for every type of biome and scenario.

SMP Earth was another large section of the park. It also held the only other largest ride in the entire park, one that led the riders throughout the Antarctic Empire, as well as its surrounding cities and towns. The area for the empire was beautiful decorated in colors of all kind. Flowers and banners decorated the buildings and streets, brightening up the area. Classic activities, such as the sparing rings and archery, as well as the axe throws and parkour courses were set up. It all felt familiar to Grian, who couldn’t help but smile at his brother. Grabbing one of the fliers, he inspected it before shooting his brother a look of uncertainty.

“You didn’t”

“On the contrary, brother dearest, I did!”

“Did what? What did he do?”

Grian laughed as he showed the group what the flier said. It was decorated in beautiful, hand-drawn flowers. Golden lettering perfectly spelt out the message.

Floral Festival of Spring

Join us in the weeklong celebration of Spring! Enjoy the festivities with friends and family as you explore the traditions held within our grounds. Finally, enjoy the wondrous Floral Gala held on the final night of festivities. Dawn your greatest fabrics as you dance the night away, before enjoy a magnificent firework display.

Signed by his royal highness,

Prince Thomas Theseus Minecraft

“He used his full name and everything!”

“Your middle name is Theseus?”

“Your actual last name is Minecraft?”

“Did you actually write this? It’s worded and written so…formally.”

Huffing a bit, Tommy crossed his arms. Fixing his posture, he stood up, tall and proud, as he puffed out his chest. It took everyone every fiber in their bodies to not laugh at the sight of him.

“I can be very formal, thank you very much. I’m not a fucking idiot, I remember the formality lessons the teachers put me through. And I take the offense to that writing comment! Do you know how many attempts it took for me to be able to recreate the stupid fancy font used back at the empire? And another thing-”

Grian playfully hopped on Tommy’s shoulder, startling the younger brother to his usual stance. Ruffling his hair, he assured his brother with a laugh.

“Calm down, Toms. You know that we’re messing with you. You did amazingly. How many more flyers do you have? We’ll set them up in the Hub to be distributed across the main server. It’s been a while since I’ve attended a royal ball, so let’s make it grand!”

Laughing, Tommy had no choice but to agree with Grian. His smile faltered, however, once realization sunk in. The next activity for the group was the campfire. The secrets of his time at the Dream SMP that he kept for over 2 years would finally be revealed.

‘Better late than never to prepare the waterworks’, thought a very nervous Tommy.

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i love my hair rn so i can't pull the whole dying-my-hair-to-feel-sth-again-thing :/

[yummyyume]

Of Love and Sunlight - Part 02

Here it is! To be perfectly honest with all of you, this part has been written first. There will be a part 03, somewhen in the future. I just need to write it. And there are some tentatives plot bunnies for a part 04. So we’ll see how it works out.

You can visit my AO3 if you want. I’ll post Of Love and Sunlight there soon. 

Part 01

Hope you all like it!

Tittles are adapted from Sunlight by Hozier, because I love this song and I didn’t have any idea how to name this series.

I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors, English is not my first language. I hope it’s still intelligible.

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Hold me, carry me slowly

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Marinette opens her front door tiredly. It’s far too early for anyone to be bothering her yet. She’s only awake because the twins are going to start fussing soon, and despite her short night, she prefers waking up with her alarm than with her babies’ cries. It tends to make her panic if they’re the ones waking her up, because her mind immediately wonders what’s wrong instead of remembering that it’s feeding time.

She’s not expecting to see Jon and Damian on her front step. She hurriedly steps out and closes the door behind her to bare them entry, leaving only a sliver open so she’ll hear her babies if anything happened.

“What are you doing here?” She hisses, glaring.

“We wanted to talk to you, Marinette,” Damian replies, words mild, expression politely blank, while Jon looks both hopeful and sheepish.

Marinette’s blood boils.

“I have nothing to say to either of you!” She snaps back. “You made it perfectly clear that you want nothing to do with me! Well, I don’t want anything to do with you!”

It’s only because she knows him so well that she sees Jon’s flinch at her words, but despite that he takes a step forward, careful not to touch her. Marinette takes a step back and curses the fact that the door is in the way.

“Marinette, we’re sorry. We’re really, really sorry for everything and we would like to talk. Please.”

And Marinette has always been weak to Jon’s earnest tone and puppy dog eyes. She wants to let them in and listens to what sort of flimsy excuses they came up with, because she missed them. She missed them so much, but they broke her heart and she’s not ready to let them break her babies’ hearts too.

Just as she’s about to open her mouth and tell them to get lost, there’s a sharp wail coming from the bedroom and at their suddenly alert expressions, she knows they heard it too. She closes her eyes just as a second wail starts and she knows there’s no getting rid of them now.

“Are you…” Jon starts, eyes fixed intently on the door. “Marinette, are you babysitting?”

She only sighs in answer and opens the door to get back inside. She doesn’t close it in their face as much as she wants to, because she knows they’re about to follow.

The girls are both fussing in their crib and Marinette scoops Scarlet up for a nappy change. She takes the time to put Asha’s pacifier back into her mouth before moving to the changing table.

“There, there. No need to cry. It’s just a soil nappy. We know how to take care of those.” She coos gently. “There, you go. All clean. I’m going to change Asha now and then we’ll have a nice breakfast, okay?”

She puts Scarlett back in the crib despite her complains and repeats the whole process with Asha.

She can feel the boys’ eyes on her, and it makes her want to lash out.

“Are they ours?” Damian demands.

“They’re mine,” she snaps, not looking at him. “There’re no fathers list on the birth certificates. They don’t need any dads, they have me.”

“But they’re ours, right?” Jon presses, tone so hopeful, but Marinette refuses to answer. That’s an answer in itself.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you call?” Damian speaks again.

“I called you!” She hissed, eyes blazing in anger, but keeping her tone even so as not to upset her babies too much. “I called you and left voicemails and then both your numbers were disconnected, and I got the message! If you didn’t want anything to do with me, then I didn’t want anything to do with you either!”

“I didn’t change my number,” Damian says slowly, eyes never leaving the little face on the changing table. And then what he said seem to register and he retrieves his phone with a deep frown to swipe through the apps. “It’s not the same number.” He then looks at Jon with an almost wide-eyed look and Jon takes out his own phone to seemingly so the same manip.

“Me too,” he reveals, shocked. “Someone changed our numbers. Damian!” He hisses, this time with a glare for his boyfriend.

“Marinette, can you please give us the possibility to explain-”

“I’m this close to throw you both out, Damian! There’s nothing you could say that would make anything that you did okay!” She replies hotly.

“Please, Mari,” he pleads. “Please, just hear us out. You can throw us out after. I promise, if you want us to go, we will.”

Jon doesn’t add anything, but he bites his bottom lip and nods jerkily.

“Just… just go. Wait in the living room. I need to feed the girls.”

They both listen, thankfully. Marinette needs a minute.

Someone changed their phone numbers? Without their consent? That seems stupid and unfeasible, but… but she wants to believe them. She missed them. God, she missed them so much.

Marinette fusses a bit with Asha’s onesie and tries to make a list of all the reasons why she shouldn’t let them back in her life. When Scarlett makes an impatient noise that announces her readiness to cry again, Marinette knows that she can’t wait any longer. She scoops the girls with their favorite plushies and goes to the living room.

Damian and Jon are sitting squished on the armchair beside the couch.

Marinette sighs again and sits carefully in front of the couch on the plush carpet. It takes some maneuvering, but soon Asha is leaning across her lap, gently sucking her pacifier and looking at Marinette with all the trust her little baby heart knows. Marinette arranges the Tikki plushy on her tummy so she can grasp it.

“Let’s feed Scarlett,” she tells her daughter. “You know she’s always hungry.”

She then uncovers her left breast and, removing the pacifier, guides Scarlett to her nipple. The baby latches onto it and start sucking greedily, her little fingers kneading Marinette’s sleep shirt.

And then she waits. She’s not going to make things easy for them.

Jon is the first to move, seemingly transfigured by the sign of his daughter. He stands up in the living-room to face her.

“It’ll be easier to show you.” He says, before starting to spin so fast he’s only a blur, but when he stops, he’s wearing Superboy’s uniform and Marinette feels like a stone has dropped to the bottom of her stomach.

“I’m Superboy,” Jon tells her almost gently, as if he doesn’t want to spook her.

“And I’m Robin,” Damian utters after him. He hasn’t moved from the armchair, but there’s a green domino mask between his fingers.

“Oh,” Marinette says quietly, before she drops her gaze to Scarlett’s face. Her daughter has closed her eyes while she’s nursing.

Marinette… Marinette doesn’t know what to say. She knows what it means to be a hero. She used to be one, after all. She knows the sacrifices, the missed opportunities and the excuses. She knows the necessity for a secret identity and what it means to trust someone with it.

“You broke my heart,” she admits in a whisper, because what else can she say in the face of that, and she can feel her eyes prickle with tears.

Jon drops to his knees in front of her, back in his jeans and hoody.

“I’m so sorry, Mari. I never wanted to do that. It broke mine too to end things, but we couldn’t tell you.”

“We asked for the permission to tell you our identities,” Damian says, kneeling beside Jon on the carpet to face her, “but we were denied.”

“We had a long mission,” Jon continues. “Dad, Aunt Kara, Conner and me, as the last Kryptonians, were asked to help two planets come to an understanding. They were at war and their whole solar system was suffering from it. The mission was to stop the war long enough for a ceasefire and then helps with negotiating a peace treaty. Green Lantern helped and Damian-”

“I wasn’t going to let Jon walks into a dangerous fight without back up,” Damian cuts him off.

“I’m basically indestructible!” Jon replies without any real heat, proving it was an old argument. “And Dad, Aunt Kara and Kon were my back up!”

Damian ignores the interruption, focusing back on Marinette.

“The Green Lantern Corps was part of the mission too and while it’s officially over, the situation is still tense on those planets. The Corps is keeping an eye on things for now. We may have to go back if things turn south again, but hopefully, it won’t require our deployment again.”

“And we wanted to tell you the truth.” Jon tells her, earnest and heartbroken. “But when we asked our dads, they said our relationship was too new. That we couldn’t risk it. Even more so because we were going to leave for months and we wouldn’t be there to ‘make sure you don’t tell anyone’.” he finishes bitterly.

“As much as we didn’t want to end our relationship with you, without the permission to tell you the truth, we couldn’t disappear from the face of the earth and invent an excuse like ‘we’re doing a tour of the world and you’re not invited’.” Damian sighs and grabs Jon’s hand tightly. “We spent the last few months trying to come up with a way to win you back. Anytime we had some down time, we brainstormed about what we’ll do once we’re back on Earth.”

During their explanation, Marinette had switched the girls for feeding. Across her lap, Scarlett was now looking in direction of the men, probably intrigued by those new voices she didn’t know.

“And the phone numbers?” She eventually asks.

Damian slumps, breaking his rigid posture. “Do you know who my father is?” He asks.

“Batman?” She tries, but she’s almost certain. If he’s Robin, then it makes sense for his father to be the big bat himself. Which also mean that his siblings are the other Gotham vigilantes.

“Yes. Jon and I had to leave our phones here. Even the communications with the Watchtower were scarce. If you called more than once, Father must have changed our numbers.”

“But why?” She growls. “What right did he have?! You’re both adults! He didn’t even try to find out why I was calling you!”

“I’m sorry, Mari. I know Father loves me, but he tends to do what he thinks is best without always consulting us. Rest assure that I’ll have words with him.”

Asha choses that moment to push away her breast and Marinette does the usual ministrations to clean her face and clears her stomach of gas.

She hesitates a second, before closing her eyes with a deep sigh.

When she opens them again, she holds Asha out like a present. Jon scrambles closer without hesitation and very carefully accepts her in his arms, following her instructions on how best to hold her.

“This is Asha. Asha Gina Dupain-Cheng. She’s Dami’s.”

“Oh my god,” Jon exhales and a few tears immediately escapes his eyes. “Hello, Asha. It’s very nice to meet you.” His voice cracks a bit as Damian looks over his shoulder with an expression so soft and lost that Marinette’s heart aches with it. She beckons Damian closer too and places Scarlett in his own arms.

“And this is Scarlett Sabine Dupain-Cheng. She’s Jon’s.”

Damian is more confident in holding her, so he frees a hand to gently run his finger down her skin.

“Hello, Scarlett.”

“How…” Jon chocks on his tears. “How does it work? They’re twins, right?”

Arms free, Marinette slumps against the couch.

“It’s called ‘heteropaternal superfecundation’. My ovaries released two eggs at the same time, and both were fertilized. That alone would have resulted in fraternal twins. Except that one was fertilized by Jon and the other by Dami. So, twin babies with different bio dads.”

Because her Luck was just like that. Of course, Tikki’s influence would make Marinette’s first pregnancy the result of almost impossible odds.

For a long moment no one say anything. Jon and Damian are pressed so tightly together, both alternating looking at each baby in their arms, that it brings s a reluctant smile to Marinette.

“You have so much groveling to do,” she tells them. “You broke my heart. I’m not kidding when I say that. And the father section on the birth certificates is going to stay blank until I can trust you again. But you do something like that again and Scarlett, Asha and I are out of your lives for good. I don’t care if Scarlett is half-alien. They’re mine more than they’re yours right now. I carried them for eight months, I gave birth to them, and now I’m feeding them. And I was alone for all of that.”

“I promise, Habibti, that we’ll prove to you we’re here to stay. We want you and we want the girls.”

“It was a long mission,” Jon grins cheekily. “We definitely earned some downtime.”

“Exactly,” Damian agrees. “What would you like for breakfast, Mari? I’ll cook.”

“I made French toasts, last night. The preparation is in the fridge. You can cook that.”

With a small smile, Damian carefully gives her back Scarlett and then presses a dry kiss to Marinette’s forehead, before disappearing in the kitchen.

Jon moves until he’s sitting by her side against the couch and smiles at her. She missed his smile.

“So, what can you tell me about your daughters?”

“They are very healthy babies,” Marinette starts. “Scarlett definitely inherits your appetite. I need to complement her diet with formula because I don’t produce enough milk for all her feeding, plus Asha’s. That’s the alien biology, I suppose?”

“Yeah. Mom had some problem with that too when she had me, but at least she only had one baby to feed. What about Asha?”

“She’s fine with just breast milk, but she’s fussier when it’s time for sleep. I hope she’s not a premature insomniac, but now that I know about your nightly activities, I shan’t hold my breath.”

Jon snickers.

Breakfast is a lively affair. The French toast was only one portion, so Dami made pancakes and a fruit salad to accommodate Jon’s and his appetite. For the first time in weeks, Marinette can eat without one of her arms being commandeered by one of the twins. She knows things aren’t completely better. They need to talk about their relationship, their expectations, and relearn what it means to be together, all three of them plus two babies. But that particular conversation can wait a bit. For now, Marinette tells them about Asha’s curiosity and Scarlett’s boundless energy, about some of the weirdest things that happened during her pregnancy.

Things will work out. She’ll make sure of that.

[bisexualsforprompto]

The Burden of the Bond Pt. 2

So sorry it took so long guys! Hope it’s worth the wait :)

Also I just need to say a few things!!!!!!

1. OMFG GUYS!!!! Tomorrow (October 5th) marks a WHOLE YEAR OF MY WRITING! I’m absolutely thrilled, sharing my writing with all of you has absolutely made me a better person and writer. I’m more confident thanks to all of you ❤️

2. School has been kicking my ass recently and reading all of your comments on the first part of this when I went to see who asked to be tagged made my day and honestly, has made me be able to smile and forgot about all my stress for a little while

TLDR: I love you all so very much ❤️ now enjoy!!!!!

Part one

After walking through Gotham for only a few weeks Marinette had already adjusted her routine and mannerisms. Every time she took a step in the dark, gloomy city was a step closer to danger.

In a way, it was almost training for her. A reminder to stay on her guard. That no matter what could happen to her in this godforsaken city, there was still a threat looming out there that was far worse.

Sucking in a breath, Marinette began to take a casual stroll down the street, on the lookout for any signs of trouble.

The longer she stayed in Gotham the more she realized that she stuck out like a sore thumb. Not because of her dirty clothes, that was normal here, in fact if she ever had worn something else (like clothes she used to sketch out back when she wanted to go into design) she might’ve stuck out even more. No, it was because of how she acted.

Timid and meek, caring at times, always letting others push through her. She was nothing like the shrewd Gothamites who thrived off of the cruelty they were forced to show. How odd that a place could do that to a person. Harden them past the point of no return. Marinette could feel the darkness emitting from Gotham the moment she arrived, it almost shook her. Though, she had experienced far more darkness…

After so long of running in constant fear and never treated better than a mere extra in a movie, one would think Marinette would’ve made a tougher exterior for herself, and yet, she stayed soft in some ways. To blend in though, she realized that would have to change.

Gathering some Gotham standard courage and abrasion, Marinette squirmed her way through a large crowd walking down a bustling street. When she was gifted with glares and some obscenities she knew she was getting all the better at hiding in the crowd.

She breathed in the polluted air and let out a sigh as she walked past a somewhat abandoned looking bakery. It seemed to be filled with cobwebs inside, and it had a rather dilapidated exterior, but it still managed to make Marinette’s heart ache.

She thought of the days in the bakery with her parents...they were warm and loving. Her dad smelled like bread and flour while her mother always seemed to smell of flowers and pastries. She could almost breathe in their soothing scents now.

Blinking back tears, she took a shaky breath. Leaving them was necessary for both their safety and her own. She couldn’t put it past Damian to go after her family.

It didn’t make leaving hurt any less though…

Taking a deep breath inwards, Marinette focused back on those days. Spilling flour all over herself, laughing with her old friends, making quasi dresses for her dolls. She set on a relieved smile, the memories were one thing that he could never take away from her. Not that all of them were pleasant, but even the bad times still made her wish she was back in Paris.

Sometimes Marinette wondered where she would be if she had a different soulmate, or even had none. Maybe she could’ve been a designer, the thought made her chest flutter, she still had a small passion for fashion.

Reflecting on her past hobby, Marinette let out a contented sigh. She closed her eyes for a split second before realizing she was still in front of the bakery, simply standing in front of the window.

She shook herself out of it and chastised herself for not staying vigilant. She continued walking down the street, taking in the different sights and sounds. Hyperfocusing on the people leisurely walking down the sidewalk, scanning for familiar faces, remembering that recognizing one could spell her doom.

Clenching her hands into fists, Marinette ventured on. She found herself near one of Gotham’s many dark alleys.

The occasional noise from an alley was expected, but Marinette was certainly not expecting a blood curdling scream.

The busy street kept moving however, nobody sparing even a look to where the sound had come from.

Marinette stopped in her tracks, earning her dirty looks from those behind her.

“Help me! Someone help me, please!” A feminine voice cried out.

Marinette began to peer down the alley, but wasn’t able to get a good look at what was going down.

“S-shouldn't someone help them?” She asked shyly, almost to herself.

The question gave a myriad of responses, but each eye roll, scoff, “Batman will come soon,” and chuckle gave the same answer; don’t bother.

Another scream came from the alley.

Logically, Marinette knew if there was a real problem, she wouldn’t be much help, but yet something in her wanted to move.

Whimpers and yelps followed, Marinette still dumbfounded and stuck in place.

She grit her teeth as she wondered what to do.

Should she try to help? Should she run in the other direction?

The choice seemed murky to her, but before she knew it…

Her feet moved on their own.

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 I was tagged by @iminye, thank you 💕

Nickname: well there are plenty, but the funniest are Biene (=Bee), by my family, which is not at all similar to my actual name, as well as Maracuja, which is what my friends called me in like, 5./6. grade

Zodiac: Pisces

Height: about 1,70 m

Last thing I googled: this shirt

Followers: 19 on this blog, hi mutuals!

Song Stuck in my head: Elisabeth’s make-over song from Elisabeth das Musical ... this one

How much I sleep: 7 to 8 hours

Lucky number: not sure if i have one tbh, but my favourite number is 8

Dream job: Archivist or working in a Museum

Wearing: Black shirt, grey paperbag pants, and a striped cardigan

Favourite song: it changes like, literally every other hour 😅 But some top choices are: The Hanged Man Rusts (The Mechanisms), Kitsch from Elisabeth das Musical, and Starchild (The Midnight Club)

Favourite instrument: string instruments?

Aesthetic: this, too, changes all the time so I’ll have to leave it at “a mess”

Favourite author: J.R.R. Tolkien, no prizes on that one, and I also love reading Jane Austen.

Favourite Animal noise: There has to be a better one but like. the one this cat makes

Random fact: I recently repainted my room and now i have wallpaper with a bird motif

Tagging: @madrigalscamilo, @galsinspace, @evakant and @amethysttribble if you want!

[shandidellamorte]

~A Fluffy Approval~

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written anything about StarChild’s adorable little Snowball! Here’s something special for Easter! Enjoy! =3

Special thanks to @misslivvie​ for the idea~ <3

~Shandi

“You didn't tell me you had a pet~”

“Hm?”

StarChild turned to see Tomaziel looking over the rabbit cage in the corner of his room. As he watched Snowball's ears twitch he smiled. “Ohh..somebody's awake~!” At the sound of his voice Snowball's head immediately perked up and she scurried to the edge of the cage, poking her nose through the bars. “Yes baby, papa's here~!” He kneeled in front of the cage, cooing soft words to the excited rabbit and rubbing noses with her. Beside him, Tomaziel could feel himself wanting to melt right there on the spot. “I never thought..I would see anything so adorable in my entire life. I stand corrected~” StarChild giggled as Snowball practically jumped into his arms as soon as he opened the cage door. “Aww how's my big girl~? Did you miss me~?” He turned to Tomaziel with a big smile. “Let me introduce you: this is Snowball and she's my precious little princess~”

“Well hello there, Snowball~ I'm Tomaziel and it's nice to meet you~” He frowned when the rabbit turned away from him, curling up against StarChild's chest and making frightened chirping noises. “Did I..do something wrong..?” StarChild shook his head. “No, it's not you. Unfortunately..Snowball is losing her sight now that she's getting older and..when she hears voices other than my own it scares her.” 

“Should..I leave..?”

“No, you don't have to! I'm sure this won't last. She just needs to get used to you being here. If you spend a little time with her any time you visit me it'll get better~”

“Okay..let's try it~” 

~*~ 

They took things very slowly. Tomaziel would sit by Snowball's cage and speak gently to her for a short time. StarChild soon began to notice changes in Snowball's behavior. She flinched less when Tomaziel spoke. She didn't scurry away when he came close. Eventually he could even let her out of the cage when Tomaziel visited without her running off to hide. He was so proud of his big girl~ 

One night while they were having dinner, StarChild looked down to see Snowball curled up next to his chair. He smiled and reached down to stroke her back. “You've been doing well with her, darling. I'm so happy she's finally adjusting to you~””

“So am I. Although she certainly didn't make it easy. She's stubborn like you~”

“I can't argue with that~ You know..it's funny. I once considered giving her up.”

Tomaziel blinked. “Really? Why?”

“Nikki gave her to me. He was the one who saved her and took care of her..but when I saw her..I just fell in love. He said he wanted me to have her as an apology gift. Little did I know it was just to manipulate me into forgiving him. And knowing that hurt whenever I looked at her..” Tomaziel reached out to take StarChild's hand and squeeze it. “What made you change your mind?”

“I realized I was projecting. What I felt for Nikki had nothing to do with her. She was just an innocent little creature. I couldn't just let her go. She'd come so close to dying before. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her. If she's going to die, it's going to be in my arms where she'll be warm, safe and loved.” 

“Then I think she's right where she belongs~ Look at her. She loves you and she trusts you. She'd never want to be apart from you~”

“No, I don't think she would~ Thank you, darling~” He wiped away the tears gathering within his lashes. “Will you..excuse me while I freshen myself up a little?”

“Of course, love. I'll be right here~”

As StarChild left, Tomaziel looked down at Snowball who was in the middle of cleaning herself. “I wonder.. I bet you haven't eaten yet have you?” He took an uneaten leaf of lettuce from his plate and held it out towards her. “How about a little bite, hm?” Snowball sniffed at the air for a few moments before turning her head. He smiled as she moved closer slowly. “That's it. Nice, yummy lettuce just for you~” It wasn't long before hunger got the better of her. She munched away until the entire leaf was gone. “Good girl! Would you like some more?” She reared up and started sniffing. Once she caught the scent she jumped up onto Tomaziel's lap and began sniffing at his plate. He laughed. “I guess that's a yes!”

When StarChild returned he gasped. He could hardly believe his own eyes! There was Snowball curled up on Tomaziel's lap while he fed her lettuce. And letting him pet her! “Ohh..this is wonderful. I think I might cry again~” Tomaziel chuckled. “I guess I lucked out. Seems like I found the best way to this rabbit's heart~” 

“I should have known. You're very good at finding your way into other's hearts~” He stood beside Tomaziel and wrapped his arms around him, watching as Snowball ate happily. “I think my family is complete now~”

~END~