#stay away if it ain't your jam

[sonialiao]

did i ever post this? i added oboro, tenko and eri to this old card I drew years ago since I’ve recently been in erasercloudmic family hell 🤪

[boothillssugarmomma]

Screw Loose

(Boothill x Fem!Reader)

cw-: sickeningly sweet Boothill, limb detachment mentioned, hint of talk of powering down

🎀 authorsnote: Boothill is my baby and will always be my baby and I love him so fucking muchhhhh

please don't steal my work!

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"Hey, darlin! Could you grab the screwdriver?" Boothill smirks as he walks into the living room. You nearly faint as your husband walks up to you...missing an arm!

"What?" Boothill gave a headtilt and a soft smile, "Look, my arm got stuck again ok?" He rolls his eyes and ruffles your hair with his good hand.

"Now stop gawkin' cutie and help me get it off there please?" Boothill motioned over to the cabinet ,where said arm was indeed just gripping onto the handle.

Boothill's arms and legs had the tendency to jam and malfunction, that's why he kept so many screwdrivers around the house. This was a normal thing for Boothill...but not for you.

"O-Of course...honey..." You whisper, your eyes are still glued on the arm as you slowly walk up to it and give it a tug.

The arm is stuck in place, not even budging and the door of the cabinet starts creaking from your tugging with all your might. Boothill watched on, amusement in his eyes.

"What part of 'jammed' do you not get, sweetpea?"

"...fine..." You sigh as you tug it harder, your face gets red as you pull as hard as you can.

The harder you pull, the more the cabinet creaks and Boothill finally rolls his eyes and walks up to you, smacking you away and pulling his arm away from the cabinet handle and shaking it violently.

"Just watch!" Boothill's arm made some clicking noise and just worked like brand new. Boothill flexed his fingers on his arm just to see if it worked and it in fact, did work and he smirked.

"Ain't that purdy?"

"Always my love..." You blink as your nose crinkles with disturbance.

Boothill chuckles, seeing your face of disturbance.

"Don't worry, baby. I ain't gonna fall to pieces on you, 'kay?" He walked over and kissed the top of your head.

"Seems like you already are my dear..." You poke his arm just to be sure it'll stay on.

Upon your poking, his arm gives a mechanical groan in protest from you poking at it and it just goes completely limp.

"Ah, my sweetpea." Boothill muttered the last part under his breath and he gave a scoffing laugh at his arm.

"What'd I tell you? I ain't broken down on you."

"Hmm..." You finally smile and lean up to kiss him.

Boothill kisses back, wrapping his own arm around your waist and holding you closer to him.

"See? I'm just a little wonky from time to time." Boothill gave a little chuckle, "The perks of being mechanical, huh?" His smirk widened at his last little statement.

"Perks is a funny way to put it..." You laughed softly before hugging into him.

Boothill smiled and held you close, placing his chin on the top of your head as you hugged into him.

"You gotta admit it, sweetpea. Not everything about being a bionic cowboy is bad." Boothill laughed softly, "I'm still me at the end of the day despite being mechanical like this. Nothin' changed 'xcept my flesh and organs are different than yours."

You glance up at him and sigh. "Boothill what am I going to do with you..."

He chuckled at your little comment and smiled, "Just hold onto me and hope I don't shut down one day." he teased slightly and ruffled your hair.

Boothill wasn't like many other men and you had to learn to live with that. A mechanical man was all he was. But Boothill was still the same man you fell in love with.

"Say...darling..." You whisper softly. "If you ever...were to shut down..." You trail off as your eyes begin to water.

"Don't even go there, sweetpea." Boothill muttered, pulling you even closer to him now and holding you close to him. He had his chin back on the top of your head as his arms were wrapped around you.

"Listen to me, baby." Boothyll whispered, "Ain't goin' down anytime soon." his drawl was firm and serious, meaning every word of what he said.

"Promise?" You swallow harshly and take sharp breaths against his metal chest.

"I promise, baby." Boothill whispered into your ear, "But...if I ever do go down, I don't want you to morn me long." he said quietly.

"I want you to carry on living for me."

Boothill was deadly serious, he didn't want you to have a moment where you'll just waste away in sadness for him.

"Stop it, don't say that!" You smack his arm softly. You both freeze as it starts to creak.

The arm slowly creaks before falling down to the ground , this time it was his left arm.

"Oh, honey." Boothill muttered, "Please don't break me anymore." he said in his low drawl, a teasing tone.

"I'm sorry!" You whine and rush off to find a screwdriver for your husband.

Boothilly just watches on amused as you run to find a screwdriver and you rush back to him with the screwdriver.

"Easy, sweetheart." Boothill laughs softly at your haste and he turns around so you can fix his arm.

"I didn't mean to..." You sigh as you carefully pick up his arm, a look of pure disgust crosses your face before fading into a neutral expression.

You could tell Boothill was holding back his own laugh at the expression you made, watching on as you carefully pick up his arm with the screwdriver.

"Just fix me up so we can get this over with." he muttered, still amused but was eager to get this over with.

You carefully begin to fix it with a puzzled look. "I don't know...how?"

You managed to start fixing his arm back on, but it'll take a while due to how complicated Boothill's arms and legs were.

"You just gotta turn the screw driver on the screw." Boothill told you, a bit of annoyance in his voice, "How far away are you from fixing this, darlin'?"

"I'm trying my love..." You assure him.

"I know, honey." Boothill muttered quietly and tried to sit still, "Just a little while longer." his voice drawled out. He could feel you working on his arm and he just prayed you wouldn't somehow mess it up.

"You're nearly at the finish line, baby."

"That's what she said." You smirk. The room goes quiet.

Boothill was speechless and completely flabbergasted at your boldness to finish his sentence and he just looked at you, mouth still slightly open before he burst out into a fit of laughter.

"Oh, you little devil." he grinned, "Seems you're learning a few things from me, ain't ya?"

"Learned from the..." You trail off as you screw a screw on. "The best!" You smile as his arm starts to move again.

Boothill can feel his arm working again and he gives it a small flex, "See? Told you it's not that complicated." he grinned.

Boothill gives you a kiss on the cheek and pulls you close to him.

"You did a good job, sweetheart." he whispered into your ear, "Ain't you just a smart cookie."

You giggle softly at the chain of praise he whispers into your ear. Eyes shining with pure love and adoration.

Boothill could see the love in your eyes as he whispered praises to you and he just smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before kissing your lips.

"I'm the luckiest cowboy, ain't I? Having you in my life, in my arms." he whispered to you, "I'd do anything for you, darling."

"R-Really?" You whisper softly as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Really." Boothill whispered back, smiling as he tucked that stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Ain't a day goes by where I ain't proud to say that you're my girl." he whispered quietly, giving a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"I love you..." You smile warmly up at him.

Boothill gives a genuine smile as he gently lifts your chin up with his hand, leaning down as his hand gently cups your face and he smiles down at you.

"I love you more." he whispered back to you, leaning down to kiss your lips gently.

"I love you most..." You giggle.

"You're such a little minx, yknow that?" Boothill whispered to you as he pulled you closer to him and held you close. He just held you close to him, smiling softly as he held you in his arms like you were his entire world...well technically...you are his entire world.

"But you love that~" You tease before leaning up to kiss his nose.

"True, true." Boothill chuckled and grinned down at you after you kissed his nose.

"You keep this up, I might malfunction with a love bug if you get any sweeter." He joked and grinned down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

🎀End🎀

[shoyoist]

.˚⊹ ꔫ — 𝐓𝐑. 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !!

content: gn!reader. fluff. perhaps slightly suggestive. established relationship / implied marriage if you squint. characters are written as adults. hinted final timeline but not explicitly! ... note: so glad this one's done lmaoo i hope you like it! squeezed in all my faves hehehe<3

— ⊹˚. ♡ his voice always goes soft when he calls your name.

° 𐐒𐐚 . HANMA SHUJI. BAJI KEISUKE. SANO SHINICHIRO.

"babydoll," he hums, voice low and saccharine as he slides over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back to his chest. his voice is husky with sleep, hair messy and eyes lidded, as he hums a good mornin' into your ear and kisses the back of your neck.

you're in the cute little apron he'd got for you, fixing him a breakfast of waffles and coffee, currently in the middle of making the homemade jam you once came up with that he likes so much. "'s breakfast for me?" he asks, repeating the little petname, leaning down and pooling his weight onto your back as he rests his chin on the crook of your neck.

his shirtless chest is warm, and he smells good — sleepy, smoky and of fresh sheets because you'd both changed the bedsheets last night before tucking in. "it is for you, baby." you say, grinding berries into the little bowl you've got your hand around. "go brush your teeth and take a shower, m'kay? so you can have a nice morning meal before you leave for work."

"ain't it the weekend?" he sighs, not wanting to move off you. you're so soft, so sweet-smelling and so comforting to the touch. "fuck work. i'll stay home with you t'day."

"you can't, it's not the weekend. and it's not like you have weekends off anyway." you laugh, dropping the little glass pestle down and taking hold of his chin, tilting his face so you can kiss him on the cheek. "go on. and if you woke up earlier, you'd have more time to cuddle me before you leave."

he smiles at your little chide, and the lines of his cheek press into your lips. "what if we just cuddled now, hm?" his grip around your waist tightens. "right here, on the kitchen counter. prop you up like this, 'n kiss you here, there—"

he pushes the plates and bowls aside and lifts you up onto the counter easily, but just as he leans in and captures your lips in a kiss, there's a clink! and before either of you can react, the little bowl in which you'd been preparing his jam for him rolls off the counter and shatters onto the floor.

"fuck—" you exclaim, trying to jump down but he pushes you back and skirts some of the porcelain away with the bottom of his slipper, looking sheepishly down at the mess. "look what you did now!"

"uh," he runs a hand through his hair, stepping back and glancing at the broom before he looks back at you — teeth flashing as his lips pull into an apologetic grin. "sorry."

"no cuddles for you. and no nice morning meal of jammy waffles and hot coffee either, it seems." your own lips draw themselves into a tight line, unimpressed as he makes a big show of getting the broom and wet rag to clean up the berry goop and broken glass.

"aw, babydoll. don't be so fuckin' mean." he grumbles, jutting his bottom lip out in a fake pout. but as he finishes sweeping and clears the spill, his expression softens again — and he walks over to you, placing a gentle hand on your knee as he leans in for a make-up kiss.

"g'nna get you a real grinder, a'right? one of the fancy fuckin' ones from the department store. 's what my babydoll deserves." he mumbles against your lips, and you can't help but relieve your frown and smile. "in my favourite colour?"

"mhm," his voice cracks just a little as he hums, smiling back into the kiss. "in your favourite colour."

° 𐐒𐐚 . KISAKI TETTA. KAKUCHO. HAITANI RAN.

"honey," he calls, shutting the door behind him and waiting for the beep of the automatic lock before he lets go of the knob and walks into the house. "i'm home."

for a moment, there's no answer and only a serene sort of quiet emanates from beyond the front hall — and he wonders if you aren't home. but then, he makes his way upstairs and hears the sound of your voice, muffled by a closed door that stands between him and you. you're in the bath, he realizes, a little wave of relief washing over him.

"honey," he knocks on the bathroom door before opening it a crack and peeking in. "i'm home."

"sweetheart!" you look up and see him at the door, and he has to pause and stare for a moment because you're so lovely, covered in soap suds and with your wet hair slicked back, the pretty silver lights he'd got for you hung up on the ceiling and bathing you in a dim, ethereal glow. "you're home!<3 come here, baby."

you pat the edge of the bath tub, and though he's in a suit because he'd had to attend an event (a tiring one) today, he takes his socks off and walks into the bathroom, sitting on the edge as you'd asked him to before leaning in and sliding a hand into your wet hair, pulling you in for a soft, lingering kiss. "missed you today."

"hmm," you muse, tilting your head to a side and reaching up to cup his cheek in a wet palm. "more than usual?"

"more than usual," he agrees, and you notice the wear in his eyes, in his expression. your thumb caresses the lift of his cheekbone for a moment, before your hand slides down to his shoulder and presses against his chest. "come join me in the bath, baby."

"hm?" he mutters, having nearly dozed off sitting in the bathroom, your hand gentle and comforting on his person and the warm air of the bathroom that was so unexpectedly nice after the heavily air conditioned meeting room he'd been sitting in for hours and hours on end. "what did you say, honey?"

"come join me in the bath." you say, reaching out with your other hand to hook a finger into the knot of his tie, loosening it and letting him breathe a little. he frowns a little, as if hesitant to agree, and you jump back in — "it'll be good for you to relax, baby. i'll wash your back 'n your hair. please?"

and it's not that he doesn't want to get in the bath with you, it's that the tub isn't really big enough for the two of you— but the pleading look you give him and the weariness in his body that lulls him downwards along with the insistent tug you give to his elbow, is all enough to convince him.

"alright," he sighs, standing back up and sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders with a shrug, slipping his arms out the sleeves and hanging it on the hook meant for his towel. you watch as he undresses, welcoming him into the tub with a kiss to his shoulder when he squeezes in.

you end up seated on the edge of the tub yourself, letting him relax in the soapy water as you use the showerhead to run water through his hair and over his back. he sighs, shutting his eyes and feeling so thankful as a wave of relaxation washes over him via your gentle hands and the warm, fragrant water.

��thank you, honey.” he mumbles, voice low with wear.

you give him a smile and kiss his wet hair. “it's no problem, baby. i love taking care of you.”

° 𐐒𐐚 . RYUGUJI KEN. HAITANI RINDOU. KUROKAWA IZANA.

“princess,” he waves to you from across the street, seated on his motorcycle and leaning on the handlebars. your friends start giggling as you jump and spin around to look for him, fighting your blush.

his eyes are droopy as he meets your eyes from the distance, and he'd look bored if you didn't know him better. but you know he's just taking his time checking you out. and he's looking so good but also being so embarrassing, calling you cutesy names like that in public.

you nod to your friends, cheeks hot because they're winking at you and swooning over how perfect of a boyfriend your man is, and with a quick good-bye you hurry to the other side of the street.

he leans in and waits expectantly, and you give him a kiss on the cheek before climbing onto the back of his motorcycle. he takes your helmet from where he'd slung it on one of the handlebars, and you stand beside him feeling all pampered while he fits it carefully over your head and fastens the strap under your chin for you.

“you're embarrassing, baby.” you chide, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his shoulder as he drives off.

“me? embarrassing?” he scoffs. “and how am i embarrassing? don't want me to come pick you up from work anymore?”

“no, it's not that!” you protest, and you see the grin that flits to his lips from the motorcycle mirror. rolling your eyes, you give him a pout that he won't see but knows is there on your pretty little mouth.

“then what is it, princess?” he chuckles fondly, and you twist your lips indignation before you continue.

“it just makes me shy when you call me that in public.” you confess, the heat returning to your cheeks again as you think about it. his voice just sounds so nice in your ear, and it reminds you of something else sometimes, when he calls you those names.

hearing it makes you feel hot in your cheeks and in your chest and in your stomach all in one go. “when i call you what in public, huh?” he asks, the smile on his face once more. you punch his shoulder gently, leaning back and shaking your head a little to free as much of your hair in the wind as you can with the helmet on. “that.”

“i don't know, princess, i'm not a mind reader.” he shrugs his shoulders, teasing, knowing exactly what you mean.

“you just said it again!” you cry out, as he starts to laugh. “when you call me princess! it makes me shy!”

he chuckles again, relaxing around your hold as you wrap your arms around him again, letting out a little hmph! that hits the back of his neck and sends a shiver down his spine.

“now princess,” he deadpans, slowing down and looking to the side as he makes a turn. “don't make a fuss.”

and ugh, it's just too easy for him to tease you. “baby!”

[strawberrymochin]

Springtime Fushiguros♪

Context-: exploring the memories of childhood of fushiguros, marking the spring time of you and satoru gojo.

Dentist :- Gojo suggests going to the dentist to pull out Megumi's loose tooth.

A lot of things bother Megumi fushiguro. The zenin kid has beef with pretty much everything, such as socializing, loud people, and gojo satoru.

He recently developed a new ick for anything sweet, after gojo's repeated attacks on his candies.

From the past few days, this list of megumi's discommodes has added a new hassle to deal with.

One of his teeth from his upper jaw has been annoying him for quite a while. First of all it was mild, almost not noticeable, thus he shrugged it off. Then, it got slightly inconvenient, the tingly sensation he would feel while eating or having a cold drink was irritating.

Though he still didn't inform anything about it to you, he thought the pain would go away naturally and it's maybe because he ain't brushing that hard.

And as the thought process of a 7 year kid suggests, last night he brushed his teeth extra hard thinking it might help and subsequently this morning he woke up with a pain even more worse.

Megumi came out of his room, which he shares with Tsumiki, he has been in his room for half of the morning pretending to be asleep, debating with himself whether he should go and inform you or maybe wait a bit more for the pain to magically disappear.

And when he finally couldn't handle it anymore, wanting you to get his of his problem he couldn't find you.

'Whatcha doin' kid?' asks gojo, closing the refrigerator, after taking out a bottle of water to sip. He had been noticing megumi for a while, going in and out of your bedroom. He assumes Megumi wants breakfast, opening the refrigerator once again to take out the carton of milk, the loaf of bread and the jar of jam.

'brush your teeth if you haven't, till then I will get your breakfast ready.' he says, winking at the kid proudly, thinking he's such a good guardian, picking up on megumi's necessities. After all he had spent $531 on buying all those parenting books aren't worthless. So what if, he had only read 6 out of those 57 books? He would have scoffed at toji, teasing him how he knows megumi better than him.

'I don't want breakfast.' said Megumi plainly, what? An invisible arrow passes through gojo's heart, how can he be wrong? He turns around with a swift motion, discarding the breads on the counter, which he was about to put in the toaster.

Megumi isn't even looking at him, he's busy staring at the clock. 'why won't you have breakfast? Are you implying that I can't even toast a bread?'

'maybe. Where are y/n san and tsumiki?'

'out for grocery—wait don't change the topic, what do you mean by mayb—' he was about to ramble on when he noticed megumi a little more clearly.

He walked up to him, bending himself to his level, pulling at his blindfold, eyeing him as he removes them completely. Megumi's one hand is cupping his cheek, while the other is curled into a tight fist.

'You've got a teeth problem?'

'how do you kno—ah—hurts...'

'yes! I knew it. My days of reading those books aren't useless.' he felt pleased at himself, wanting to perform a ballet right now. However he calmed himself, taking a look at megumi glowering at him.

'open your mouth wide, lemme see. Which one? This?' megumi nods at him, as he figures out, he has a loose teeth.

The first one.

'you've a loose teeth. It will fall out on its own.'

'HUH?!'

'it's normal. A new one will grow out from the bare spot.' He said pushing a bit at the teeth to see how loose it is.

'ahh hurts!'

'can't do much about that.'

Megumi tucks at his sleeve, it's only been 15 minutes since gojo announced his teeth will fall out. 'what now?'

He stays quiet for a while, head low, then slowly murmurs, 'it hurts, can't you do something about it?'

'well then, open your mouth, lemme pull it out.'

'what! No!'

'you want it out right? This is the only option then.' gojo shrugs.

'.....'

'or else....'

'or else?'

'we have to go to the dentist. They will take it out with a tool, like an big sized tweezer. Let's go, shall we?'

'Hell no.'

'then lemme pull it out. Won't hurt much i swear. Open your mouth wide.'

'aaa—' Megumi opens his mouth hesitatingly, unsure what his Sensei might do, but he definitely doesn't want to pull it out with a tweezer.

'Megumi, what do you want for lunch?' gojo asks diverting megumi's attention, and before he could answer, gojo slowly pressures his index and thumb on his teeth plucking it out with little effort and a 'ow' from megumi.

'see here you go.' standing up proudly handing up his teeth in the air in victory, when megumi kicks him, 'ahh, what was that for?' he asks.

'you said it wouldn't hurt. Moreover it feels weird and blood is coming out.'

'you will get used to it. There's still a whole set of teeth to fall.'

Megumi's mouth fall wide open, at his sensei's words, he wishes the next time its you getting rid of it gently, like you do for other things. And not gojo coming up with more ideas to pluck his teeth off.

You came home to a proud gojo, flexing megumi's first loose tooth, he pulled out. He even suggested preserving it with raisin as a memory. You chuckle as Megumi shows you the gap between his teeths and how weird it feels.

'hey babe! You know what, the next time he gets another loose tooth lemme use my cursed energy to get it out.'

[hummingbird-games]

2023 In Review (Indie Games)

Last year's! | 2021

I apologize in advance for how long this might be. As a reminder, I don't bash games here so even if I hated something with every fiber of my being...I ain't sharing. As a second reminder, my more in depth reviews and live blogging has moved to Gem's Game Gems so I don't clutter the HBG's main blog. Okay. ON WITH THE REVIEW!!

DEMOS

Diffraction (Demo)- A rainy day otome indeed. I love the quiet gentleness of this game, the two romance options, and the fact that our MC is a photographer and struggling with her art and stack of life "failures" (because...SAME!!)

Alaris - I was asleep and now I am awake: I came late for the advertised fae and dragon lore, stayed seated and waiting for Fenir zjgjdf. Oh, and I guess the mystery surrounding our MC's abilities LOL.

The Summit Library - When I say I was maaaaaad when I realized I blew through chapter 1 and would have to go back to waiting for more content??? LOL, I was very miffed. Anyhoo, check out this title for the gorgeous art, another intriguing mystery (like what is *up* with the magic in the poor library?? who or what is to blame?? 👀) and of course the lovely characters we've been introduced to thus far.

Of Sense and Soul - I'm a regency romance girl. Like after you strip away the other stuff, I am but a poor woman with simple needs: a good ass love story 🤧💛 It's about the yearning and the slow burn and the will they/won't they/PLEASEEE they...I've never been so charmed by a demo, and the full game is going to be amazing I just know it!

Made Marion - This project is a game I've been keeping tabs on for a hot minute but hadn't taken the time to sit and properly enjoy the demo. I'M SO GLAD I DID!!! It's in early access now, so I'm hoping eventually I'll be able to carve out some time to play, but guysss Velvet Cupcake is doing the Thing?!? No idea which love interest I'll go for first, but I had a fun time meeting the Nottingham peeps in the demo.

Herotome (Super Demo) - Oh gosh. Oh gosh oh gosh oh my GOSHHH. Where do I even began?? (Really the question is where the hell do I end because this is one of those projects I talk about a lot/think about a lot and surprisingly haven't run out of things to say zkjfksjd). Another game I've been following for a while, it 100% lives up to the superhero genre in its aesthetic, the characters you interact with, the music and sound design, and of course the slowly unfurling story. Jade and Mia had come out as my top faves, Warden is still there, like hovering in the backgroud, shhhh but I have a special place in my heart for Griffin too (that conversation we have with her?? I have so many screenshots just so I can go back and reread and sear the words in my brain. Like a weirdo. Yup.)

Celestial Crowns - Stats building, celestial royalty, dating sim where you fuck around and find out your choices directly affect your MC's personality?? I'm sat. I supported the Kickstarter and now I try to practice patience for the full game's release siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighh.

OTOME/JOSEI JAM

Please note this is a SUPER abridged list for my sanity and I fell a little more in love with these 2 jams with each entry I played...

Intertwine - As embarrassing as it sounds, I've never given much thought to the "red string" thing, and I consume more than enough romance media LOL!! But Van is suuuuuch a beautiful man, the UI for this game is so interactive and lovely, the music is ALSO lovely, just lovely-love all the way around teehee. (Also this game encourages replayabillity so like, do with that info what you will.)

Spring Boy [Demo] - I believe this game is going through a complete rehaul, so my thoughts and feelings refer to the original jam entry I played. The art is bright and cute and it's a super super short demo, but I was intrigued by the other student we meet on our mission to plead with our professor about our bombed exam lol!

Assignment Due: Project Blue - IRl group projects??? Suck absolute ass. Group projects with a guy name Asher?? Suddenly it's my new favorite thing in the world 😁

Cryptid Campaign Manager [DEMO] - Remember the last time I looked over a cryptid dating sim??? Remember how I was SUCH a fool?? Good thing I didn't make that mistake again!! The prologue is such a tease but you get an idea of what the full game is gonna be like, and I'm excited to see where my career involving love (and politics) goes!

Heart Cage [Demo] - Yoooooo I stay my ass far far far away from yanderes (could never get into the trope or the character type). WELP. Guess I just needed to keep searching because I really downloaded this off a whim--well, the whim being one of my fellow dev peers playing and rating-- and proceeded to get sucked in 🤧I thought being a detective would be the highlight, but I guuuueeesssss I was more into the romance options than I thought. Oops.

Evernight - I tried to explain what this game meant to me on the side blog, but words failed me. I still don't know what to say other than I loved it?? Which is like ummm I say I love everything, and yeah I'm easy to please BUT Y'ALLLLLL if you play no other game, play this one. Please. Date a werewolf. Or a vampire. Or a fae. Plz. Also figuring out the mystery of your MC's abilities and past is just delightful, ugh.

Bright Oak (demo) - Anotha one I wrote about on the side blog!!! Play this one!!! The writing is lush and atmospheric and the characters are all delightful and it's another game with a mystery to untangle!

The Faithfulness of the Universe- This one gets the award for most unique all around entry that I played. Theeeeee prettiest pixel art to bless my eyeballs, and this tasty mystery concerning Fate and witch Faustina's future (or lack thereof 👀) and what it all means. As a player I very much want to know what it all means!

A Cup For All Seasons - Another game that needs its flowers y'all. It's short but super healing and super cozy and the voice acting and music really tie the gaming experience together???

The Working Woman's Guide to Burning Bridges - DEMO - It's the way I played the demo twice and I've been thinking about it ever since 😭😭😭🙃 obviously life happens and things come up, plus this was a demo. But. BUT!!! I am on my hands and knees prayinnggg the team gets together again to finish the game. I love playing as a stressed, lowkey bitter hot mess who doesn't have her life together 😂somehow the fictional version is soooo much more entertaining!!!

Keyframes (Spring Demo) - After the game College Craze, this is legit THE college, slice of life visual novel of my dreams. I cannot wait for the updated demo next year, and the Kickstarter whenever that rolls around. And now that the developer is on Tumblr, I've definitely been stalking the account and reading each new post like it's my day/night/weekend job 🤧

Hello Counsel 💋 - Okay I take it back, Evernight is like a 20/10 but Hello Counsel is like an 100/10 👁️👄👁️ This game is necessary for my mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual health, alright? The banter ✅ the character designs ✅ the music ✅ the sizzling chemistry between Poise and Salem ✅ I wish this game had more buzz because IT'S SO GOOD!!! (also the dev, Miseri, is who I wanna be when I grow up. I've made it through almost their whole backlog of games and there are no misses and EVERY game is different from the rest and it makes it hard for a toodler dev--ME--to cope LOL)

Candied Hearts - Isekaied into a candy themed game?? Sign me TF UP!!! (Peppermint I love you dearly, you must understand.)

Fully Released & Played (at least 1 playthrough)

The Knight's Dilemma - I don't even know how I originally stumbled upon this??? I just know it had been in my backlog for a hot minute and I was intrigued enough to save it way back when. Y'ALL WHY DIDN'T I PLAY SOONER SKJFHFJFH! There's a couple different endings, I loved the voice direction, AND it's such a simple concept of a game that was just executed beautifully.

Trouble Comes Twice - If I had to make a top 5 list of romance VNs, guess who makes the list?? Guess. Guess guess guess. Have you guessed yet??? LOL! I have been in love with TCT since it's development days and with each passing month, waiting in anticipation, playing the Pateron beta builds, screaming on the main blog about every single thought I had about Jace and Hazel (shoutout to Jace for helping me figure out *me*) Lol if you're curious about said thoughts, those posts are on this blog and not the side blog.

Aelfric the Wondrous - 10/10 would love to forget my first play through JUST to have that experience fresh again 😭😭💛Cute and funny and a wonderful parody type game all around.

A Summer's End - Hong Kong 1986 - Goodness, there's no excuse for why this took me years to finish but anyhoo, I finished, I loved it, I recommend it! It's romantic and achingly authentic and the art is soooo gorgeous I literally can't stand it 😭

The Things You Do For Love - Unhinged yandere manages to entertain and garner sympathy and laughter from Gemini. And that poly ending is chef's kiss too????

Band Camp Boyfriend - There are a handful of games I found and loved before I began my game development journey, and this is one of them. BCB is so dear to me, because of the story and characters but also because of the Dynamic Duo creators and their team behind the scenes. I was never a band kid I was a chorus kid but just as the band geeks loved this game to pieces, us normal folks do too!! Even the boys who I didn't like I STILL managed to find joy in playing their routes (still have a few more to finish at the time of this posting lol, GOTTA GET THE FINAL ROUTE YO). Anyway, this game more than delivered for me and I hope more people keep discovering it!!

Belle Automata: Chronicle I [RELEASED] - While only Chronicle 1 is out at the time of this posting, I already know that the 2nd and 3rd parts are going to be just as amazing???? I wrote about this one on the side blog, so here's my copypaste that still rings true:  

I love TNP (The Nightmare Prince) but Victor’s route hit the sweet spot for me. Maybe it’s the slow(er) burn nature of this route, maybe it’s the reserved nature of Victor and watching him slowly start to care (AND NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THOSE FEELINGS TEEHEE) for me.

A Date with Death - I wrote about this on the side blog--again--. The demo. And then right after finishing a route. And then again where I was fully awake and still managed to sound deranged. No copypaste for that, I shall be nice. But yeah!! Another game where I was screaming at the sky about how much I love it and how I'll never know peace as long as I live.

Our Life: Baxter DLC - I need to offer an official apology to both Cove and Derek because falling head over heels, down the stairs, crashing into the parking lot, falling again but down a manhole for Baxter's infuriating ass was NOT on my 2023 bingo board??? HELLO???? I bought his DLC just to complete my OL collection. Was not expecting to love it this much. Was not expecting to be called to write fanfic and abandon all responsibilities to do this. WHILE DOWN WITH COVID TOO. Allow me to play the song of my people. *Send in the Clowns plays*

Our Cinderella - (this is so funny I'm taking about a side game before the main game LOLOLOLOL) Guys. Guysss. You guyyyysss 🥹if you're looking for a cozy, hilarious, equally oddly and wonderfully sweet short game, this is the one!! You may have your personal favorite Iggy ship (like me) but all the pairings are so amazing and just make sense lol!

Wylde Flowers - This is the only non visual novel game on here but it gets the spotlight because I did NOT spend 90+ hours on this game to gatekeep this beauty. No. It the coziest, the funniest, the funnest, the most addictive Switch game (after Teacup) I've ever played.

Fully Released (& still on 1st playthrough)

Garden of Seif: Chronicles of an Assassin - Life kicked my butt and then sat on me SO while I finally got my grubby hands on the full copy, I still have only played the entirety of the demo. But. We will return to this in 2024 and hopefully I'll have a full review for the next wrap up!

Our Wonderland - I looked back at the side blog and I can't believe it was only THIS year that I started OW??? Because I'd known of the game and the dev for longer than that??? So basically what I'm saying is that I was chicken shit for longer than I've been in love with this world that Developer Carrot has created kjzhhshggj. But OMG to get me, who is scared oh so easily to get hella invested in this clearly labeled horror game??????????????? And even with shit gets super absurd and hella disturbing, I cannot stop playing. At the time of this post, I'm only in Act 4, hence the category above, but it's only because I play each act in a sitting and lose track of space and time and myself. That's a compliment btw.

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Okie!! That's 2023 in a nutshell! I played a looooot of really good games this year and while I would have liked to talk about them all, I think this list provides a nice overview.

Let me know if we share any favorites!

- Gemini 💛

[allbark-no-bite]

past the texas line.

jake seresin x reader (wc: 2.4k)

summary: the past comes back to haunt him when Jake gets word that your ex boyfriend is back in town. he makes a trip back home to ensure it stays buried.

warnings: mentions of death and blood, swearing

author’s note: this is a little different than what I usually write, but I was feeling inspired by Zach Bryan’s “Crooked Teeth”. definitely recommend giving it a listen before reading!

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He doesn't remember it being so hot.

Jake wipes his perspiring hand off on the back of his jeans after handing a crumbled wad of bills over to the cashier. Sweat rolls down his neck and causes his cotton shirt to stick to his back as he waits for her to unstick them from each other. Her expression says she's got better things to do than count out his damp dollar bills. He wants to tell her that it's more than enough and she can keep the change, that he pocketed just enough cash for two fill-ups and a motel stay to make the drive.

He keeps his head down, hat covering his eyes when he makes it out of the store, boots treading heavy in the dust. The bell chimes out after him, as though chastising him for leaving in such a hurry. Jake doesn't glance back, afraid that if he does, door of the beat up patrol car parked permanently out front will open and the sheriff will stare at him through his dark sunglasses and say, "Don't I know you, son?"

"Where you headed, son?"

Normally in this kind of situation, Jake would lay on the proper southern manners his mama taught him, answer him with a "Yes sir, I grew up a few mile form here" and then,  "No sir, I ain't been drinkin'," and then shake his hand and leave him with a "Thank you, sir. Have a good night." But not tonight.

Jake turns his head away, green eyes squinting as though to avoid the beam of the flashlight—he purposely dips his head down so that the shadow of his hat conceals most of his face. No one comes this far out of town without a reason. By openly showing his face around here, Jake might as well hand him a wanted poster with his name on it.

The tarp in his truck bed flaps persistently in the wind. Jake inconspicuously eyes it through his dusty side view mirror. He can make out nothing but blackness underneath it.

"Camping out by the river for a night."

The sheriff's face remains stoic. He's still shining the flashlight into the truck. "The river?" he asks, sounding suspect about the answer. "Come an awful long away out of town to camp, huh son?"

"Used to go up there with my old man," Jake supplies. It's a another lie. He's only come this way once before and only ever seen the river in passing. He doesn't have to have been to know why people go through the trouble of making the trip out there—why there's nothing alive out there for miles.

Its current is strong enough to drown a man and deep enough to swallow a herd of crossing cattle under its muddy surface, never to be seen again. No one's going to bother to check for a body, not when there's an all too likely possibility of finding more than one.

The deputy sizes up Jake for another moment before seemingly deciding there's not much else he can do to harass him. The kid's license had checked out, there was nothing outstanding on his record, not even a damn speeding ticket—he wasn't surprised to find that he was enlisted in the service, his type usually was.

"Well son," he begins patronizingly. Jake fights the urge to roll his eyes. He's getting the sense that this guy is hankering for a reason to write him a citation. "I don't wanna see you back around here. Understand?"

"Yessir." This time he means it. He has no intention to come back.

Body rigid, hair standing up on the back of his neck, Jake slams the door shut on his pickup and jams the key in, twisting hard as the engine roars to life. He doesn't look back until just before the cruiser fades into the dust in his rear view mirror.

It takes him two days to get down past the Texas line. Jake knows the state like the back of his hand, it's home after all, but crossing back into no man's land causes something dark to settle into his bones. He had buried this place and it's memory a long time ago.

Of course, Jake is smarter than to think that burying something will make it cease to exist. Literally, yes, but figuratively, no. It's only a temporary fix to a problem—a problem that was now coming back to haunt him.

"Buxton's back in town."

The statement had sent him in a cold sweat from across the bar.

He pauses mid conversation, lowering his second beer of the night from his lips. The music is loud and the patrons of the Hard Deck louder, but the men aren't exactly speaking quietly either.

"You sure it was him? Thought he got into some trouble and skipped town?"

"Got into some trouble alright. Can't hardly tell what part of him to look at, he's so fucked up. Looks like someone finally laid into him."

Jake's breathing halts, and although it goes unnoticed by the people around him, his body stills.

"You think so?"

"Dunno, he won't say."

He's straining to hear the exchange between to two men, so lost in the conversation that he doesn't notice you looking at him in concern. "Jake?" Your hand ghosts up his knee to squeeze his muscular thigh.

The sight of your face, delicate brows furrowed in worry, eyes searching—always searching—reminds him to breathe. "Hmm?" he hums, rough hands tugging you into his lap to cover up his pervious distraction. You see right through him—you always do.

"You're distracted," you point out, but the resolve has left your voice now that he's holding you close, lips pressed to your temple. Jake's large hands smooth over your waist, holding you securely to his lap so that he can nuzzle into your neck.

"Distracted by you," he replies while closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath of your scent—safe is the best way he can describe it, home if you asked him to be more specific.

"Jake Michael," you warn, but make no move to stop him. Maybe if your friends had been watching you would have, but they've moved across the bar to watch Phoenix school Rooster at the pool table.

Jake just smiles warmly, relived that you have let the previous conversation drop. He's already planning a way to slip off to Texas for a few days, but for now, he sits back and indulges in the remainder of the evening knowing that you're safe in his arms.

It's strange seeing the land in the daylight. Jake remembers the way all the same. He does suppose that not much change happens to a desert in ten years.

He's been staring at the barren desert horizon through his windshield for close to two hours, watching the heat waves melt off the hood of his truck. He'd seen a mangey looking coyote trot across the road a few miles back, but for the most part there was nothing alive for miles.

Jake pulls off of the desolate road and slows his truck to a stop half a mile from the river. On the off chance that someone finds it, they'll assume it's broke down and pass it by. Stepping out of his truck, he fixes his hat on his head and starts walking.

Every step feels like deja vu.

The heat is almost unbearable, even in the evening. He had hoped by the time he made it this far, the sun would be low enough in the sky for the coolness of night to begin setting in.

San Diego was a culture shock when he was first stationed. He had been terribly homesick and had every intention to move back home eventually. That was until he met you. You and your love for the coast, and an even stronger love for your friends. The Dagger Squad was like family, and Jake came to appreciate your unwillingness to move away from them.

Jake knew he was going to marry you when he met you that first night at Hard Deck, but you didn't always see things that way. It wasn't that you didn't like Jake, really it was the exact opposite. The two of you were attached at the hip—thick as thieves—which is why you never even considered that Jake was interested in something far more than just being friends.

Jake hated your boyfriend. He hated him from the moment he met him, all thick mustache and slick, no-good, easy grin. The devil dressed in a polo and khakis. And he was right to hate him. Jake can count on two fingers the number of times he's seen you cry; both are because of your boyfriend.

The first time he calls you a bitch. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't have even blinked at the name. Maybe you would have even laughed in his face. The insult in and of itself means nothing to you. After fighting your way into the Top Gun program, you practically brandished the name with brusque pride. This was more than just an insult.

Jake didn't catch the whole exchange, and you refused to tell him what had happened to lead up to the situation, but he knows that you hadn't wanted him to witness it in the first place.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

Your head jerks towards the sound of Jake's voice, and you abruptly step forward as to shoulder past your boyfriend, who shifts reluctantly to let you away from the wall. Your eyes are red, and while he can tell that you're trying not to let it show, your voice is shaking.

"Nothing," you say all too quickly, hardly meeting his eye as you step around both of them. Your boyfriend stands there silently, watching the exchange with a self satisfied look on his smug face, as if daring you to say anything to Jake.

Jake ignores him and instead focuses his attention on you. "Hey—[y/n]," he tries, reaching out to stop you, but you dodge his outstretched hand.

"Let it go, Jake," you order, fixing him with a look that means business; you've always been too good at taking care of yourself. And then you walk off to join the rest of your friends at the bar, rubbing away the wounded look away from your eyes as you go.

The second time is after you've broken up with him. It's actually months after you've broken up with him. You had finally come to your senses after realizing that it was causing a rift between you and your friends.

He grabbed you one night at Hard Deck, wrapped his hand around your bicep hard enough to bruise and whispered something filthy into you ear. Jake knew because of the way your eyes darkened with disgust and your lip curled. He had to fight the urge to spring to your rescue—you were a big girl and could take care of yourself. To your credit, you stood your ground, kept it together until he released you and you could turn away, tears burning in the back of your eyes.

There is no third time.

Jake's standing up from the bar before he even knows what he's doing. Doesn't really know what his intentions are as he follows your boyfriend out of the door—ex boyfriend. But his head is clear as his boots carry him out to the parking lot, crunching the gravel underfoot as he passes his pickup parked out front.

The image of your face, red and splotchy with tears flashes through his mind. He grabs a metal fencepost out of the truck bed. The parking lot is silent besides the heavy crunch on his boots on the gravel and the blood roaring in his ears.

He finds the bastard leaning drunkenly against the side of his truck, the glass of a smashed beer bottle at his feet and another in his hand. He's too buzzed to hear Jake heading towards him. Without stopping to consider his options, Jake lifts the metal rod and swings like he's up to bat and the bases are loaded.

A crack echos through the parking lot.

The fence post catches him in the jaw and sends him sprawling to the floor.

Jake doesn't remember much after that, just that there was a lot of blood—on his clothes, in the parking lot, in his truck. The rest of the night was a frantic blur of adrenaline spurred moment.

A gathered flock of buzzards caw at him with an surprising amount of gall as he approaches the river bank, flapping their black wings powerfully. They scatter only out of irritation before making a brave advance back towards their original post.

Jake takes a wide berth around them. The deeper you get into Texas, the scarier the wildlife becomes. He would rather not know what they're feeding on. He has a feeling they might start eyeing him next if he disturbs them again.

The spot he is looking for is a couple yards past. Thistles are growing up around the fence post. If he hadn't marked the spot, he probably would have walked right past it. It had been pitch black the last time, but as he stands looking over the area, it starts to come back all too clearly to him.

He remembers the sweat rolling down his body despite the chill of the night, the ache in his shoulders from digging—with no moisture to soften the ground, it was like chipping away at concrete. He doesn't remember being scared, not like when his engines failed and his parachute didn't open, just angry and fueled by adrenaline.

Jake looks over his shoulder, back at the road where his truck is parked, then back to the river. The fence post stands there, overgrown by thistles and time.

He's still not scared.

"You're back," comes the barley audible mumble as Jake crawls into bed, curling his body around yours. The bedsheets are cool and your barley clothed body is radiating warmth. After you both resettle, legs intertwined, Jake’s nose tucked into the crevice of your neck, you lapse into comfortable silence. For a moment, Jake thinks you’ve already fallen back asleep.

“Where’d you go?” comes your quite voice.

His sigh is heavy. You don’t press him.

Staring into the darkness of the bedroom, Jake considers lying to you. Isn’t that what he’s been doing all this time? He’s sure you have your assumptions. You’re too smart not to. He pulls you closer into his body, his large hand coming to rest on your heart.

“Texas.”

[viir-tanadhal]

Pet Shop Boys' song picks for various radio interviews for Nonetheless

BBC Radio 2 with Jo Whiley (April 25, 2024)

Chris

Black Beauty theme (childhood song)

Bedsitter by Soft Cell

Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now by McFadden & Whitehead (death song)

Neil

The Young Ones by Cliff Richard and the Shadows (childhood song)

Bedsitter by Soft Cell

Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis by Ralph Vaughan Williams (death song)

BBC Radio 6 with Lauren Laverne (April 26, 2024)

Chris

Was That All It Was by Jean Carn

This Time Baby by Jackie Moore

Native New Yorker by Odyssey

Neil

Borderline by Madonna

I Want You by Marvin Gaye

Born Slippy by Underworld

Greatest Hits Radio with Jackie Brambles (April 28, 2024)

Chris

Baby Love by The Supremes

For Once in My Life by Glen Campbell

Rhythm is a Dancer by Snap!

Neil

Girl Don't Come by Sandie Shaw

Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin

Unfinished Sympathy by Massive Attack

BBC Radio 3 with Jess Gillam (June 8, 2024)

Neil

Ich Habe Genung (Cantata No 82) by J.S. Bach

Générique by Miles Davis

Symphonia Virginum: O Dulcissime Amator by Hildegard von Bingen

September Song by Kurt Weill; sung by Lotte Lenya

Tracks of My Years with Vernon Kay (June 9, 2024)

Chris

Stop! In the Name of Love by The Supremes

Fame by Irene Cara

Never Give You Up by Sharon Redd

Let Me Love You For Tonight by Kariya

A Love So Beautiful by Roy Orbison

Neil

I Am The Walrus by The Beatles

Papa Was A Rollin' Stone by The Temptations

Do Anything You Wanna Do by Eddie and the Hot Rods

This Is Not America by David Bowie

Unfinished Sympathy by Massive Attack

Artists in Residence - Queer (Nov. 11, 2024)

Homosexuality by Modern Rocketry

Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat

Walk On The Wild Side by Lou Reed

I Was Born This Way by Carl Bean

Dizzy by Olly Alexander

Shoot Your Shot by Divine

Menergy by Patrick Cowley

Streets of Philadelphia by Bruce Springsteen

Never Give You Up by Sharon Redd

Hideous by Oliver Sim (ft. Jimmy Somerville)

In the Evening by Sheryl Lee Ralph

If Love Were All by Judy Garland

Artists in Residence - Producers (Nov. 12, 2024)

I'm So Hot For You by Bobby O

Hey DJ by Worlds Famous Supreme Team (Stephen Hague)

Slave To The Rhythm by Grace Jones (Trevor Horn)

I Like You (Shep Pettibone Mix) by Phyllis Nelson (Shep Pettibone)

Point of No Return by Exposé (Lewis Martineé)

Axel F by Harold Faltermeyer

Hold That Sucker Down - Builds Like a Skyscraper Mix by OT Quartet (Rollo)

Balcony Scene from Romeo + Juliet by Craig Armstrong

So Hard - D Morales Red Zone Mix by Pet Shop Boys (David Morales)

The Loving Kind by Girls Aloud (Xenomania)

Say You Will by Kanye West (Andrew Dawson)

It's Automatic by Zoot Woman (Stuart Price)

The Meeting Place by The Last Shadow Puppets (James Ford)

Artists in Residence - Miserablism (Nov. 13, 2024)

Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You by Stevie Nicks

One Day I'll Fly Away by Randy Crawford

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths

Baltimore by Nina Simone

Alfie by Cilla Black

Everybody's Got To Learn Sometime by The Korgis

Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinéad O'Connor

Parlez-moi de Lui by Françoise Hardy

By The Time I Get To Phoenix by Glen Campbell

Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology) by Marvin Gaye

I Don't Want To Hear It Anymore by Dusty Springfield

I'm Not In Love by 10cc

Let's Stay Together by Tina Turner

I Can't Give Everything Away by David Bowie

Artists in Residence - Remixes (Nov. 14, 2024)

Girls & Boys (Pet Shop Boys Remix) by Blur

Young Offender - Jam and Spoon Trip-O-Matic Fairytale Mix by Pet Shop Boys

Hallo Spaceboy (Pet Shop Boys Remix) by David Bowie

Flamboyant (Michael Mayer Kompakt Mix) by Pet Shop Boys

Insanely Alive (Pet Shop Boys Radio Edit) by Wolfgang Tillmans

Miserablism (Moby Electro Mix) by Pet Shop Boys

Queen of Ice (Pet Shop Boys 7" Mix) by Claptone

I Don't Know What You Want But I Can't Give It Anymore (Peter Rauhoffer's Roxy Anthem Mix) by Pet Shop Boys

Think Of A Number (Pet Shop Boys Magic Eye 12" Remix) by Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

Can You Forgive Her? (M.K. Remix) by Pet Shop Boys

Love Comes Quickly (Shep Pettibone Mastermix) by Pet Shop Boys

Dancing Star (Solomun Remix) by Pet Shop Boys

A Red Letter Day (Trouser Enthusiasts Autoerotic Decapitation Mix) by Pet Shop Boys

[areyoudreaminof]

Golden Hour: An Elucien Week Playlist

It's all come to this. To say I've been waiting on pins and needles for @elucienweekofficial is the biggest understatement. I spent months curating every song, beat, and lyric to best represent Elucien for Day 1: Mates.

SJM said that Elain was the person that she and Lucien didn't see coming, and that they would find "tension, growth, and healing," together. How great of a love story will that be? So for this playlist, I structured the 20 tracks around that narrative. Side A is the tension and Side B is healing and growth. Listen to it here! And come with me behind the cut for the lyrics. I hope this playlist inspires all of you to write, draw, create, and just jam.

Just Pretend-Bad Omens:

I know the pain That you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day Goes by where I don't think I feel the same So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

S P A C E-Amber Marks:

I know, it is hard to comprehend Why won’t, you let me be in my head? Alone, I need to be So don’t, straight up come walking in I tried, to warn you many times Now I, don’t want to start a fight But I, can’t go on this way So why, won’t you just give me some time?

Sunflower-Tamino :

Oh baby, don’t you notice me? Notice me, so ready to lose everything Everything for your love Every day I’m getting closer to you But you never answer my song I know love does not come easy Oh there must be someone who hears me

I Wanna Be Yours-Arctic Monkeys:

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours

2AM-Foals:

It's 2am and I've gone and lost my friends But I can't sleep alone again No, I can't sleep alone, I just wanna go home And it's 2am again And all these years, I've been running from my fears But I can't sleep alone again And all my life, I've been looking for a light That I can't reignite again

It’s the nights When I keep you in my mind That I hoped that I'd be fine But I've started showing signs Of another late night Of another night time Oh, I hoped that you'd be mine

Old Stone-Laura Marling

Old stone Ten thousand years and you're still on your own Don't you love, don't you love me that way? And if you swear that you're alright I'm not gonna try and change your mind Because the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love Oh, honey don't let me walk away from this If I'm trying to fuck up my own life Then until I figure out why I think it's best you keep your distance Lest I fall in love

1957-Milo Greene

The scent you wear moves in lines from your apartment into mine, You act like you don't know me My god you tempt my anxious mind, Takes me away, takes me away, takes me away

Shut Up, Kiss Me-Angel Olsen I could make it all disappear You could feed me all of your fears We could end all this pain right here We could rewind all of those tears I could take it down to the floor You don't have to feel it anymore A love so real that it can't be ignored It's all over, baby blue, I'm still yours

Spanish Sahara-Foals

Forget the horror here Leave it all down here It's future rust and it's future dust I'm the fury in your head I'm the fury in your bed I'm the ghost in the back of your head 'Cause I am

Waiting for You-The Aces

And I hope you know that I want you I've been sitting here waiting I've been waiting for you I've sent out invitations It's getting frustrating waiting for you I think you know, I'm waiting for you I'll take your hand and kiss your fingers So you don't have to break the ice No need for chill, just lose your filter I'm ready to dive in Melt the ice and just swim

Worship-Years and Years

Wanna be here tonight Wanna hide in your light Wanna cover my eyes I feel you reflecting me I worship all that you see

Just tell me how I can prove I'm the one for your fire And I'll take you higher I'll do it for you And you can worship me too

My My My! Troye Sivyan

Now, let's stop running from love Running from love Let's stop, my baby Let's stop running from us Let's stop, my baby Oh my, my, my I die every night with you Oh my, my, my Living for your every move

Butterflies-Kacey Musgraves

Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis And I came out new All because of you

And now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down Stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud Nine was always out of reach Now, I remember what it feels like to fly

Cutty Love-Milo Greene

Time can over-complicate But darling I refuse to wait There's no way of planning For the fall All your paths will fade away Questions read by years in pain I can be the answer to it all

Even if your heart stops I'll be there to hold you up Even as the world turns I'll be there to watch the fire burn Burn us both alive

The Lamb You Lost-Jesca Hoop & Sam Beam

There is music in the sea And we swim into the sound Far adrift like I am free When your voice turns me around

Any heart could burst its shell Love is made for broken things Bring your hands to know me well Know my heart for what it sings

Moon in a tidal lock And I am born to love you

If It Feels Good, Then It Must Be-Leon Bridges

More than I choose to, I’m falling in love, And love I ain’t used to You give me that stuff No, I can’t refuse you You and I in the light, it’s alright Say you will, say you might If this is wrong, then nothing’s right See yourself like I do Oh, tonight looks good on you

Sunlight-Hozier

All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that’s born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight

Dog Years-Maggie Rogers

I spend my time daydreaming As sure as the sea It's just you and me Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

Come what may I'll still stay Inside your mind For all of time

Made to Love-John Legend

Oooh, I've never seen anything It's much more than you and me Extraordinary machine I was sent here for you We were made to love You were sent for me too We were made to love

Golden Hour-Kacey Musgraves

Baby, don't you know? That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You've set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright I used to get sad And lonely when the sun went down But it's different now 'Cause I love the light that I've found In you

I would not be here, writing or making playlists, were it not for Elucien. More importantly, were it not for Elucien, I wouldn't have met all of the wonderful people I now get to call my friends.

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Chapter 2: Hell is Forever

As Charlie left to take the phone call with her dad, Angel looked over at Vaggie, [Y/N] and Alastor.

"Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?" Angel asked.

"Oh, trust me," Alastor smiled menacingly. "I can." Alastor said. Dark Magic swirled around his closed hand.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Husk asked. Everyone looked over at the winged cat demon behind the bar. "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcing me?" Husk asked. He wasn't mad at [Y/N]. Despite being upset with their father, Husk actually liked [Y/N]. He thought they were a good kid, despite knowing their secret. As Husk was cleaning a bottle, Niffty popped up from behind the counter.

"I like being forced." She said, and smiled.

"Keep that to yourself, Nif." Husk said, glaring at the smaller woman.

"What? You don't love being here with me, Whiskers?" Angel Dust teased. Husk glared at Angel.

"Call me Whiskers again and I'll jam that bottle down your throat!" Husk shouted, a cat like growl coming from him. Angel smiled.

"Kinky~ Come on, keep talking dirty." Angel said, smirking. Vaggie sighed.

"Angel. Let Husk do his job. And, no, we can't force sinners to stay here." Vaggie said. [Y/N] nodded and looked at the Spider Demon.

"Vaggie's right, Angel. They need to choose to stay here." They said. Angel shrugged.

"I'm choosing to be here and I think it's all stupid. We're in hell, toots. That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it?" Angel asked. Vaggie sighed again.

"Well, Maybe it doesn't have to be. Just because nobody has made it out before doesn't mean it's not possible." She said. [Y/N] nodded. Angel placed a hand on Vaggie's shoulder, giving her a deadpan expression.

"Hey, whatever means I can keep crashing here rent-free. Crack is expensive." Angel said. Charlie was still talking to her dad on the phone. She nodded excitedly.

"Yeah, I can totally, yeah. I'll head over there right away. Okay?" Charlie said, and hung up. She let out an excited gasp. "Yes…YES!" She giggled in excitement and leaned out in front of the wall. She called over to Vaggie. "Vaggie! Holy, shit!" In her excitement, it sounded like gibberish. Vaggie's eye widened in surprise.

"Ah! what?" She asked. Charlie waved over at her girlfriend.

"Get over here!" She mumbled excitedly. Vaggie sighed, a happy smile on her face. She walked over to Charlie.

"What's going on?" Vaggie asked. Charlie took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"My dad just called, he said that the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet. He asked if I could go instead." Charlie said excitedly. Vaggie placed her hands on Charlie's shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"But-but, the extermination just happened. What could they want this soon after-" She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence as Charlie suddenly started singing.

"I can do this! Somehow, I know it!"

"I'll get Heaven behind my plans!"

Vaggie sighed.

"Charlie, hold on..."

"There's just no way I could blow it."

"Not this once-in-a-lifetime chance!"

"It's just a meeting." Vaggie said, trying to calm her girlfriend down.

"To change their minds

"And touch their hearts

"Or... whatever angels have!"

Vaggie sighed.

"This could be bad..." She said. Charlie walked over to Vaggie and grabbed her hands. Charlie smiled.

"Cheer up, Vaggie!"

"This could be swell!"

"Something tells me that today will be a happy day in Hell!"

Vaggie sighed.

"Okay, but just don't... sing to them." Vaggie said. Angel, Niffty, Alastor, Keekee and [Y/N] all watched as Charlie bounded out the hotel doors into the partially destroyed Pentagram City.

"That bitch is halfway down the street!" Angel said, smirking. Vaggie sighed.

"Is she—?"

Angel smirked and nodded.

"Oh, she's dancin'!" Angel said. Vaggie groaned.

"Ugh, no!"

Charlie made her way down the streets, oblivious to the destruction and dead bodies of demons everywhere as she continued to sing.

"There's a warm, fuzzy feeling.

That wafts through the air."

"Every street so revealing. It's hard not to stare!"

She came to a window of a sex dungeon where a Hellhound was humping against an imp, wearing a sadomasochism mask. The two looked at the girl and she awkwardly walked away from the scene, continuing her song.

"It's a realm so appealing it beats anywhеre.

If you don't mind the smell..."

Charlie accidentally stepped on a dead shark demon that was releasing a fume, making Charlie hold her nose in disgust. She avoided the corpse and continued on.

"It's a happy day in Hell!"

Charlie waved at a demon who was holding a newspaper, however, it was revealed that he had a spoon full of meth.

"Hi, mister!" Charlie said gleefully.

"Go fuck yourself!" The demon shouted. Charlie gave a tight lipped smile and continued on. Another demon opened his window, showing a fire behind him.

"There's an endless trash fire that's burning my soul." The demon sang.

Charlie continued to greet each demon she came across.

"And a ton of barbed wire to shove in his holes!"

"Doing what is required, we all have our role."

"I'm not doin' well!"

"Another shitty day in Hell!"

Charlie climbed up onto the trunk of a destroyed car and faced the other direction from the demons.

"If I can show them the dream I've dreamed.

That any soul can change!"

From the Hazbin Hotel, Vaggie climbed into the watchtower, as if calling out to her girlfriend.

("Those angels' minds are hard to change.")

"Then they will know everyone can be redeemed.

From the evil to the strange!"

("They're bloodthirsty and deranged!")

"I can hear all their stories.

The lost and displaced."

"And I know that they're more of an acquired taste.

But! if I open the door and I give them a place.

At my Hazbin Hotel. It'll be a happy day in Hell!"

A truck drove by, and Charlie hitched a ride from the back to get around the city. She passed porn studios and Cannibal Town.

"From the porn studio.

Where the cinephiles go.

To watch award-winning demon bukkake shows!"

"To the Cannibal Town. Where they don't wear a frown 'cause," Charlie got hit in the eye with the blood from one of the corpses the cannibals were feeding on. "Holy shit! Ew, my gosh! WHY?!" Charlie frowned in disgust. Her frown then turned to a smile.

"And I don't give a crow that. His brain's got in my eye!

Cause with the Shifters gone, I know I can spare them. From Heaven's genocide!"

"I can do this, I just know it!"

"I'll get Heaven behind my plans!

There's just no way I could blow it."

"Not this once-in-a-lifetime chance!

To change their minds."

Right then, a slug demon with a trench coat appeared in front of Charlie, exposing his nude body to her, which freaked her out.

"And touch my parts!"

Charlie smiled awkwardly and with disgust.

"Uh... No thank you. I'm just gonna...

Fulfill my destiny!"

The demon rolled his eyes and pulled his trench coat over his body again. "Your loss, bitch!"

"I can already tell!

Today is gonna bе a fuckin' happy day in Hell!"

~~~~

[Y/N] sighed, a guilty look on their face. They walked into their room and walked over to their window, overlooking Pentagram City. They wrapped their arms around them, and sighed again. There was a sound of a whisper behind them. They already knew that their father was in the room with them.

"[Y/N]? What troubles you?" Alastor asked, walking over and placing his hand on his child's shoulder. [Y/N] sighed and leaned their head against Alastor's chest in comfort.

"I'm, debating whether or not I should tell the others what I am. About me being a Shifter." [Y/N] said. Alastor hummed.

"Well, it is ultimately your choice, my dear." Alastor said. [Y/N] nodded.

"I know that. But, what if they get mad at me for not telling them? I mean, Shifters were the only species of Hell Born that could actually kill an angel." They said. Alastor hummed.

"Well, put yourself in their shoes for a moment. Suppose that the child of the Radio Demon told you that they were a Shifter. How would you react?" Alastor asked. [Y/N] shrugged.

"I dunno. I guess I would be upset for a while, considering I thought that all the Shifters were dead. But, after they explained that they were the last Shifter and couldn't possibly defend all of Hell from the Exorcists, then I might be a little bit more understanding." [Y/N] said. Alastor nodded, and smiled gently down at his child.

"Well, there you go. They might get upset, sure. But, I'm sure coming out with the truth would be better for them, and for you." Alastor said. [Y/N] sighed and nodded.

"Maybe. Can, can I ask something of you, dad?" [Y/N] asked, looking up at their father. Alastor nodded.

"Anything, my dear." Alastor said.

"If and when I do tell them, would you be there with me? Just in case things turn south?" [Y/N] asked. Alastor smiled.

"I promise I will always be there for you, my dear." Alastor said, pressing a kiss to [Y/N]'s head. [Y/N] smiled and wrapped their arms around Alastor's waist in a hug, the Radio Demon returning it, resting his head on their own.

"Thanks dad."

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Charlie walked up to the Heaven Embassy, where she was going to meet the leaders of the Extermination Army. She pushed open the door.

"Hello?" Charlie called out, her voice echoed in the empty hall. She walked through and found the Embassy to be completely deserted. "Hello? Creepy." Charlie commented. Her footsteps echoed through out the hall.

Charlie came to the front desk. No one was there. The only thing there was a bell to ring. She tapped the bell. In an instant, a golden scroll and a feather pen appeared before her. "Oh, okay. Also creepy." She said and signed her name. The scroll and feather disappeared. To her right, a set of twin doors slid open, showin Charlie an empty meeting room. She cautiously walked inside.

"Uh...hello? Is anyone here?" Charlie called. Suddenly, the lights switched on, revealing two Angels. One of them was dressed in black and gray armor. The other, dressed in a white robe with gold accents. What was interesting, was that both Angels had masks with what looked like demon horns on them. The angels were Lute, the lieutenant of the Extermination Army, and Adam, the leader.

"'Sup!" Adam greeted, surprising Charlie.

"Holy, shit!" Charlie shouted, surprised by their sudden appearance. She quickly got back up and smiled. "Hi, I'm Charlie. My dad asked me if I could meet you." Charlie said. Adam nodded, seeming uninterested with what she had to say.

"Yeah, I know." He said. He had a plate of ribs sitting before him, eating them casually. Charlie chuckled awkwardly.

"Okay, well, it's nice to meet you." Charlie said, reaching her hand out. Adam smiled at her and reached his had out as well.

"Totally. It's nice to meet you, too." He said. Charlie reached for his hand, but it suddenly slipped through, scaring Charlie. It was revealed that Adam was just a hologram. Adam burst out laughing. "Ha! I fucking got you. Did you see that?" He asked, turning to Lute, who just nodded. Adam laughed again and leaned back in his seat. "Ha. Good shit." Adam said. Charlie narrowed her eyes.

"Uh...so, wait. You aren't here?" Charlie asked. Adam scoffed.

"No, you think I'd come down there?" He laughed in a condescending way. "No, I mean, I love the vibe, totally, I love your tunes. Pretty fucking hardcore, don't get me wrong. But! it's such a bummer! man. Everything down there's just so "eugh", ya know?" He chuckled again. "Ew." He shook his head. Charlie smiled awkwardly.

"Right. So, I'm happy we've got this opportunity to meet. There's a project that I've been working on that I really want to talk to you about-"

Adam put his finger to Charlie's lips, silencing her for a moment.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, slow down. We've got time. How about we get to know each other a little, hmm? How about lunch? You hungry? I got you." Adam said. He took the plate of ribs he had been eating and handed it towards Charlie. "Here's my personal favorite. You'll love it." Adam said.

"Uh...thanks." Charlie said. She reached for it, completely forgetting that it was a hologram. Her hand went through it again, freaking Charlie out again. Adam let out a bark of laughter.

"I got you again, bitch! Fuckin' hilarious!" Adam said, laughing. Charlie chuckled, unamused. This was going to be a long meeting.

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Back at the hotel, Vaggie was walking back and forth in the lobby. [Y/N] and the others were sitting in various chairs and couches. Angel Dust was constantly looking at Husk and winking, while Husk was glaring daggers at him. Vaggie sighed.

"Okay, so, Charlie is dealing with something very important, so while she's gone, we are making a new commercial. One that represents her vision and what we're doing here. So, we need a camera." Vaggie said. She looked over at Alastor. "Alastor?" She requested. Alastor snapped his fingers and conjured up a camera for Vaggie, however, the camera was a folding-type old camera from the 1930s with no recording films at that time. Vaggie glanced at him, unamused. "A video camera?" She requested.

"Hmmm." Alastor hummed in distaste and snapped his fingers again. A modern day video camera appeared in Vaggie's hands, replacing the older looking model. Vaggie smiled. "Alright! Let's do this!" She said excitedly. [Y/N] was watching behind Vaggie as she was recording Husk and Angel at the bar.

"And, action!" [Y/N] called. Husk was looking down at the script he had, reading right from it with the script in his face.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Can I help with anything?" Husk read, looking up at Angel, who was sitting at one of the stools. Angel smiled and winked at Husk.

"I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong daddy to put me in my place…on the path to redemption!" Angel said. Husk groaned in distaste. [Y/N] cringed lightly at the scene. Husk looked down at the script again.

"Well, you come..." He was interrupted by Angel moaning.

"Oh yes!" He cried out.

"To the right place." Husk finished, not looking amused. [Y/N] sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose.

"Cut! Okay, Angel, we need you to be less horny if possible, and Husk, can you maybe not have a script in front of your face." [Y/N] requested. Husk looked over at [Y/N] angrily.

"I ain't no actor! I can't memorize this shit!" He shouted, smacking the script. Angel leaned over the bar, smiling seductively.

"Well, we could improv this shit, baby cakes," he got closer to Husk and purred seductively. "Rrawwr."

Husk growled and shoved Angel off the counter, making the porn star fall onto the floor. Husk shrugged.

"Whoops." He said, and grabbed a bottle of alcohol and began drinking from it. Vaggie sighed.  

"Husk, come on." She demanded.

~~~~~

Back with Charlie, she was being bored to death by what Adam was telling her about his weekend.

"So, I was playin' this gig, and for some fuckin' reason, this virtue chick was diggin' on the drummer, and it's like, "do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam. I'm the original dick!" He complained, pointing to his nether regions. "All dicks descend from me. You think you want drummer dick?" He asked, looking to Lute, who shook her head. Adam nodded. "No way! I'm the Dick-fuckin' master!" He shouted. He then ate a rib, speaking with his mouth full. "So, anyway, then we fucked, and it was awesome. What'd you do this weekend?" He asked, looking at Charlie. Charlie sat up straight in surprise.

"Wait, your name is Adam? Like the first man Adam, that means you…Oh…." Charlie put two and two together, realizing just why her mother had left Adam in the first place. "That explains so much." She said, wincing. Adam smirked.

"I know. I fucking rock." He held up his hand in a rock pose. Charlie cleared her throat and got back to the matter at hand.

"Well, Adam, sir. Mr. Adam, sir." Charlie said awkwardly. Adam smirked.

"Call me, Dickmaster." Adam said. Charlie gave him a deadpan look.

"Adam. You seem like a smart, well, stand up guy!" Charlie said, trying to appeal to his ego. Adam picked at his teeth, clearly uninterested.

"Uh-huh." He said.

"And I know you are the leader of the angels. And you are a big thinker, a revolutionary. You and your Executioners killed an entire race of Shifters! You're, well, a, a genius!" She said. Though she hated talking about how he killed the only beings that could protect her people, she had to get him on her side. Adam scoffed.

"I mean, your words, babe." Adam said, smiling. Charlie smiled.

"Who would really love to put his name on something." Charlie said. Adam sat up, a big smile on his face.

"Fucking love putting my name on shit! Shit's the best!" He shouted. Charlie smiled.

"It's a solution to our biggest problem!" She said, thinking that she was finally getting somewhere with him. Adam's eyes widened.

"Oh, Herpes. Yeah, that's a bitch." He said. Charlie groaned lightly.

"No! Our... other biggest problem." She said. At this point, Adam was just messing with her.

"Oh…uh..ugly people? Math? Global Warming? Nah, wait, that's Earth's problem." Adam said, listing off all the "problems" that they shared in common. Charlie stared at him, unamused.

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//I'm going to go ahead and skip a few scenes cause I feel like this is getting really long.//

"When you take her out for the fifth time and she still expects you to pay the check but you're like, Hey, I thought you wanted equality." Adam complained. Charlie groaned, getting fed up with Adam and his ego.

"NO! our shared problem of overpopulation in Hell!" Charlie shouted. Adam's eyes widened in realization.

"Ohh, well that's not a problem! We got that covered!" Adam said. He turned to Lute. "Lute, how many demons did you kill this year?" He asked.

"Got a good 275 this year, sir." Lute said, talking as if it was some ground breaking record. Adam's eye brows rose.

"275? Woah! Badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it." Adam raised his fist for Lute, who gave him a fist bump. Charlie frowned.

"Uh no, not awesome. Those are my people, you know that right?" Charlie asked. Adam looked at her and nodded.

"Oh yeah. That must suck for you!" Adam shouted, bursting into laughter. Charlie frowned. She didn't understand how Adam and Lute could care so little about the souls in Hell.

"But these are souls...Humans souls just the same as the ones you have up in heaven." She said. Lute frowned at Charlie.

"They're not the same. They had their chance and they earned damnation." Lute said coldly. Charlie shook her head.

"You're wrong. Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes." Charlie said. Lute narrowed her eyes at Charlie.

"Angels don't make mistakes." She said. Charlie rose her eyebrow in challenge.

"You really think that."

"I know that." Lute said. Adam smirked and nodded.

"Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life." Adam said. He chuckled. "If anything, you should be thanking us." He said. Charlie frowned.

"Thanking you?" She asked. Adam nodded.

"Uh, fuck yeah! We got rid of the very beings that were allowing the over population in Hell to begin with!" He said, referring to the Shifters. Lute walked around the table towards Charlie.

"The only reason you're still here is because daddy gave you and your hell born kind a pardon from an exorcist blade. How does that feel, to know how little you matter?" Lute asked. Charlie looked down, frowning in sadness. Adam perked up.

"Oops, almost out of time. Guess we should get into it." He said. Charlie's eyes widened.

"Oh fuck!" She shouted. She rushed to present her plan as fast as she could. "Okay I've got a lot to get through and not a lot of time and I feel like you weren't hearing me before so here it goes." She cleared her throat and started talking at a fast speed to get through everything. Which eventually turned into singing.

"I know Hell's population is out of control.

It's a bad situation.

It's taking a toll."

"If we rehab these Sinners.

And cleanse all their souls.

At my Hazbin Hotel,"

"Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself!" She shouted. She quickly picked up a drawing of the Extermination Angels flying down to Hell.

"Right, Extermination." She said.

"I know you guys fly down.

Just to kill once a year."

"And it must be annoying.

To schlep all the way here."

"If they join you in Heaven.

"That trip disappears!

You can wave that chore farewell." She took a deep breath.

"It'll be a happy day in..."

She was cut off by Adam.

"Let me stop you right there." Adam began singing. Charlie stopped.

"Oh."

"Save us all precious time."

"Okay..." Charlie hesitated.

"If what you're suggesting.

Is letting them climb.

Up the ladder.

Oh, they'd rather cross the Pearly Gates?"

"Well, uh—" Charlie started, but was stopped by Adam.

"Sorry, sweetie. But there's no defyin' their fates!"

"'Cause Hell is forever.

Whether you like it or not.

Had their chance to behave better.

Now they boil in the pot.

'Cause the rules are black and white.

There's no use in tryin' to fight it. ♫

They're burnin' for their lives.

Until we kill 'em again!"

"Okay, but.."

Adam smiled down at Charlie.

"Just try to chillax, babe.

You're wasting your breath."

Charlie chuckled awakwardly.

"Did I hear you imply.

That they don't deserve death?"

"Are they Winners?

Are they Sinners?

Without the Shifters

It's cut and dry."

"Well, actually, if you take a look..."

"Fair is fair, an eye for an eye, yeah!"

"And when all's said and done,

There's the question of fun.

And for those of us with Divine Ordainment.

Extermination is entertainment!"

"Bow-now-now-nownow

Guitar solo, fuck yeah!"

"Oh, da-ah-ah now-now-n-now-n-now-n-now-n-nownownow!"

 "Hell is forever.

Whether you like it or not."

"Had their chance to behave better.

Now they boil in the pot."

"'Cause the rules are black and white.

There's no use in tryin' to fight it.

They're burnin' for their lives.

Until we kill 'em again!"

"Fuckin' Hell's forever.

And it's meant to suck a lot.

So give up your dumb endeavor.

'Cause you don't have a shot!"

Charlie growled in anger. Her demon form coming out as she burned some of the papers she was holding.

"Long as I've got your attention.

I guess I should probably mention.

That we made the determination.

To move up the next Extermination!"

Charlie's demon form faded away as her eyes widened in horror.

"What?!" She shouted.

"Can't wait a whole year.

To slaughter those little cunts.

I know it's just been a week.

But we'll be back in six months!" Despite being a hologram, Adam grabbed Charlie by the wrist and threw her out the door. Charlie tried to rush back to the door.

"Um, wait, you-you..ugh SHIT!" She shouted, slamming her fist onto the door.

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//Whew! This is a LONG one. I apologize for that. Let me know if you like it being long, or if I should cut it down.//

[freaky-nirvana-fan]

Yippieee-- anyways Hallo my name is (Danny/Dani!!) I am gender fluid 😍not gender reveal...

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I am Mexican 😍 I have curly hair which I hate I say womp womp/merry Christmas in the most random times

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The fact I have Tumblr is by my pookie who used to be my gf @omorayy we know each other irl 😝😝🤭🤭 she's taller than me 😞 these pictures define both us together

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All the nirvana songs ik right here

Smells like teen spirit, come as you are, lithium, heart shaped box, all apologies, blew, about a girl, territorial pissing, something in the way,Polly, endless nameles, dumb, in bloom, aneurysm, you know your right, moist vagina,beans,the other improv, Bambi Slaughter, black and blue whites, Mr moustache, Floyd the barber, hers she comes now, do re mi, return of the rat, cut me some slack, dont want it all, immigrant song, escalator to hell, breed, rape me sappy, serve the servants, pennyroyal tea, very ape, negative creep, scentless apprentice, heart shaped box, Frances Farmer will have her revenge on seattle, Gallons of rubbing alcohol flow through the strip, Marigold, I hate myself and want to die, radio friendly unit shifter, Milk it,Jam, school, paper cuts, love buzz, downer, scoff, swap meet, sifting, big cheese, drain you, stay away,lounge act, stain, sliver, been a son, turn around, Molly's lips, son of a gun, beeswax, Mexican seafood, hairspray queen, aero Zeppelin, big long now,curmudgeon,old age, oh the guilt, blandest ain't it a shame, heart breaker, Mrs Butterworth, clean up before she comes, opinion, spank thru, Anorexorcist, help me I'm hungry, if you must, pen cap chew, white lace and strange, raunchola, dont want it all, grey goose, they hung him on a cross, token eastern song, even in his youth, the money will roll right in, D-7, pay to play, verse chorus verse,

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Im afraid of dead spiders but not live spiders I have no Idea whats wrong with me

I am in orchestra I play cello (honestly double bass kinda looks cooler)

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I am not suicidal I'm just dumb and accidentally make it seem like that 🥺💧🥲

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I luv Melanie Martinez 😍😍 (not more than Kurt Cobain tho) LOOK AT HERE (she's getting cancelled:( //

Also I like Conan gray!!

I've heard every nirvana song and started listening to at 6

My hobbies are:

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Listening to music

Drawing

Outdoors

Singing

Playing guitar, piano, cello

Writing

Learning new things

Being with my friends/then locking myself bc I'm most likely tired (not locking a door)

Play games

Go for long car rides

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★Fav Animal★

SHARKIEE

Dik-Dik (majestic you should really look it up)

Fennec Fox

Flying Dwarf Japanese Squirrel

Sand Cat

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Sharks

Friend

Girlfriend

Boyfriend

Best friend

Shark

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[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (145-146)

In which Jared is suspicious of his good fortune and Bryce is defeated by a tiny little baby.

Going to be daily from this point on, or we ain't getting to the end of these before we get to the end of Impaired Judgment (still might be a close call).

If you want to follow along, the series page is here.

145. Divine Intervention

Title implies Stephen is divine, and he thinks that is only right. (Or that I am, which is true inasmuch as I am absolutely pulling the strings. Well. Sometimes. When they don't wander off on me. It's less like being behind the driver's wheel and more like herding cats.)

Normal doesn’t mean nothing has changed, because of course things have. A few guys have been trying to talk to Jared, invite him out, like now that he’s ‘Bullet’s husband’ to them they have to treat him differently.

How dare they.

He’s sure the team philosophy is ‘if I can’t sleep with my wife/girlfriend when I’m on the road, you sure as shit can’t sleep with your husband’. It’d upset the collective sense of fairness.

Legitimately, though, it would mainly be frowned upon for this reason.

They get teased a bit about how lucky they are on roadies — ‘road head’ was unfortunately uttered and Jared wishes he could scrub that one out of his memory — but Jared notices it’s never when the media’s around, not even when the support staff is, carefully cupped in the palms of the locker room. Maybe Gabe told them all not to say anything. Maybe they already know.

Jared, Bryce didn’t tell you shit about the dynamic in the Flames room until he hit his breaking point, you KNOW shit stays in the locker room.

“Bryce says you’ve been tense lately,” mom says over drinks after dinner. “That you’re expecting everything to backfire on you two.”

Tense is a massive understatement. High strung would be closer, yet still an understatement.

“Okay but it’s not—“ Jared says

“Paranoia when they’re out to get you?” dad asks.

“Don,” mom says. “At least try a little harder with your jokes than going with ‘chain email from the 90s’.”

“It’s not a joke,” dad protests. “It’s true. It’s not paranoia if the things you’re worried about can come true.”

Jared does not want to be on his dad’s side in this.

And yet he thinks he’s on his dad’s side in this.

Jared slowly embracing that he is his father’s son, which is good, because goddamn is he his father’s son, and that’s only going to become more and more evident as he gets older.

“You’re waiting for the other shoe to drop,” Gabe says.

“I mean,” Jared says. “Basically.”

“But it isn’t necessarily going to,” Gabe says. “And even if it is, you can enjoy it in the meantime, you know. Be happy with what you have instead of worrying about it possibly being taken away.”

Jared waves a dismissive hand, and Gabe sighs.

Get this gratitude bullshit out of Jared’s face.

“Jared,” Gabe says. “You’re scaring the rookies.”

“How?” Jared says, then realises he doesn’t care how. They need to toughen up if he’s scaring them without even trying. “Never mind. Who cares.”

The death glare keeps showing up. It’s not aimed at anyone in particular, which means it feels like it’s aimed at everyone.

“Because the rookies need to toughen up,” Jared says.

“Oh yeah?” Bryce asks, mouth tipping up. “I remember you being scared shitless of Mike Brouwer.”

I mean, legitimate fear for a rookie. Unless you’re Liam Fitzgerald, who obviously has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever.

Jared picks at a cut on his knuckle. He’s not sure how he got it. He had his hand jammed against the boards in a scrimmage earlier by Bryce of all people, so probably that. He won’t tell him, though. Bryce will react like he gravely injured Jared and then walk around all day looking like he accidentally stepped on a puppy’s tail.

He would be DEVASTATED.

Not worth it, especially since he’s finally started not actively backpedaling if he’s up against Jared in practice. The team has not been merciful about how easy Bryce goes on him. The chirping has genuinely been impressive.

The phrase ‘love tap’ has lost all meaning, it’s been used so much. With an accompanying leer every time, naturally.

“Did you come here to insult our decor?” Jared asks.

“No, but it’s a nice bonus,” Stephen says, and makes himself comfortable on the couch.

“Why are you here,” Jared repeats. “Oh shit, are you two finally—“

“No,” Stephen says. “Shut up.”

If someone mentions the word marriage to him one more time…

“This is an intervention,” Stephen says. “Gabe’s about to wring your neck, and you know what happens when Gabe wants to wring someone’s neck?”

“You want to wring his?” Jared guesses.

“No,” Stephen says. “Of course not, if he wants to wring someone’s neck I imagine it’s wholly deserved and I become fully prepared to wring that neck for him.”

Gabe’s neck wringing threshold is so far beyond Stephen’s that chances are Stephen would have already committed the act before Gabe even reaches the point where he considers it.

“Did you know that you sigh?” Stephen says. “Dramatically, apparently. Every day. Multiple times. You sigh.”

“Um,” Jared says.

“And Gabe asks what’s the matter,” Stephen says. “And you say ‘nothing’. And then you sigh again. Or sometimes you say ‘you wouldn’t understand’. And then you sigh. For weeks this has been going on. Weeks.”

Not little sighs either. These are big ‘ASK ME WHAT IS WRONG’ sighs. But if Gabe does ask, he gets hand-waved and ‘you wouldn’t understand’ed. He’s very tired.

“You’re moping,” Stephen says. “Why.”

Jared sighs.

“Gabe’s right,” Stephen says. “That’s infuriating.”

One sigh for Stephen to reach the strangling threshold. Gabe’s endured dozens upon dozens of them.

“Here’s your problem,” Stephen says. “You overthink everything, and you have ulterior motives for pretty much everything you do—“

“Hey,” Jared says. “Stop making me sound evil.”

“—and you think that everyone else is like that,” Stephen continues, like Jared didn’t say anything. “But they aren’t, mostly. Some are, but most people don’t think much at all about, well, anything, honestly. Certainly not about you.”

Sounds fake.

“Hard lesson to learn, but it makes shit a lot easier,” Stephen says. “You may be the centre of your own life, but you’re peripheral to everyone else, with very few exceptions. Fewer than you’d think, honestly.”

Don’t worry, Jared, you’re the centre of Bryce’s life too.

“Bryce is admittedly a great player,” Stephen says. “But you two aren’t fresh off a Stanley Cup in the fishbowl of Toronto media. Vancouver’s a media heavy market, but not like Toronto. And again, it’s been a decade, and other players have come out since then. Riley and Lapointe was national news. You guys? It’d be news, for sure, but I think it’d be a smaller ripple than you’d think it is. The people who give a shit, good or bad, they’ll care. But the average person, who cared because Lapointe and Riley were a novel situation? They won’t. Old news.”

Obviously there is a reaction when Bryce and Jared came out, but it's pretty contained to the hockey world (with the addition of some non-hockey fan but very online people).

It was also bigger news than it would have been had they formally come out, because the second people sniff out a cover up, speculation leads to higher engagement. (For a recent RL example, contrast how many people were talking about Milan Lucic versus Corey Perry.)

“You sound like you’ve thought about this,” Jared says.

“Of course I have,” Stephen says. “I’m a player agent whose NHLer boyfriend has my name on all his legal documents and vice versa. You think I haven’t thought any of this through? You think we didn’t weigh unintended consequences carefully before we made every decision about our relationship, including the one to come out to the team? Gabe thinks the best of people, but he’s not naive. And I think everyone sucks, so.”

Truly the mentor Jared deserves.

“Oh no, he’s awful at it,” Stephen says. “You think Gabe doesn’t overthink everything? Gabe’s analytical: he’s good with people because he considers every single possible outcome and prepares for it.”

“I do that too,” Jared says. No wonder they get along.

“Analyzing and being judgmental aren’t the same thing,” Stephen says. “Apparently.”

Most judgmental people don’t bother with the analysis part at all, in my experience.

“That one was Dmitry, weirdly,” Stephen says. “He gets quite philosophical sometimes. Usually if pot is involved. Especially edibles. I can’t believe you’re giving me that look. It’s legal. And you live in BC. Have you seriously never—”

Jared are you being judgmental again.

Also, for reference: British Columbia has a reputation for being a province full of pot smoking hippies. Which is saying something when Canada legalised recreational marijuana nationwide. (Though that reputation did precede legalisation by decades.)

“Not smoking pot to chill,” Jared says. “Not happening.”

“You’d probably just get paranoid anyway,” Stephen mutters. “More paranoid.”

He’d be fucking hilarious is what he’d be. (Also probably paranoid! More paranoid.)

“Caution’s understandable,” Stephen is. “It is. I’m never going to be the one to tell you to throw caution to the wind or whatever the hell careless people say. But when caution overtakes your happiness, it’s no longer helpful. You just — you have an NHL career. You live with your handsome, talented, adoring husband, like — truly adoring, that man does not think you have faults.”

I continue to be proud of Bryce for no longer arguing when Jared refers to himself as mean.

“And that team supports you,” Stephen says. “Which — there are much less supportive environments than this in the league, you know that firsthand. And I get that’s going to make you wary and think this might be too good to be true, but that’s not — sometimes you just get lucky, Jared. There isn’t some cosmic balance where some higher power’s like, ‘wait, things are too good for Jared, time to shit on him to even things out a bit’.”

Sometimes a higher power does have to do that, though. For narrative reasons.

“You didn’t toss your hair once,” Jared observes. “Can we really call this a proper intervention without hair tossing?”

“I have to be sparing with it,” Stephen says. “Or it won’t have the desired effect anymore.”

Stephen has retained the lesson.

“Is the desired effect people thinking you look like a nervous horse?” Jared asks.

Jared you are so lucky to have friends.

“I don’t know why I’m about to offer this, because you’re a horrible little gremlin,” Stephen says. “But if it helps I can go over scenarios you’re the most worried about and make sure your agents have solid action plans prepared if they do come to pass.”

This is literally the nicest thing anyone could offer Jared right now. He really hates feeling unprepared.

“But I just called you a nervous horse,” Jared says.

He does not deserve Stephen’s offer at all. And knows this.

He’s systematic about absolutely everything — paper trails, photographic evidence, cell records, digital paper trails. He’s not snide for once, no matter what Jared says, just keeps his head down, hair in his face, writing in a messy scrawl Jared knows better than to comment on, because Stephen may be left handed now, but Jared doesn’t think he always was.

He was not originally left-handed, no.

(No snide with clients, and right now he’s in work mode)

“I sigh, apparently,” Jared says. “I hear it’s really annoying.”

“It’s not annoying,” Bryce says. “I just want you to be happy.”

‘The man does not think you have faults’.

“Worried, I know,” Bryce says. “And like, I get it, obviously. I’ve been on this end too. I just want you to be happy.”

Big earnest eyes. Just telling Jared he wants to be happy. Bryce could weaponise this if he tried, but of course he never would.

My sweet, earnest boy.

“I am,” Jared says. “I am happy. It’s not that I’m not happy, it’s that I keep like, being happy, and then I’m like — suspicious of how happy I am, I don’t know.”

Bryce blinks at him.

“I know how absurd it sounds,” Jared lets him know.

“That’s the most Jared thing I’ve ever heard,” Bryce says.

“Hey,” Jared protests. He can’t just call it a Jared thing right after Jared tells him it’s absurd. Even if it’s absurd. And admittedly kind of a Jared thing.

‘I agree with everything you said, but also: how dare you.’

“45 and Hammer asked if I wanted to come over and play FIFA with them tonight,” Bryce says.

45 is not for the number. Colton has the nickname due to the very famous 19th century handgun the Colt .45. He's called 45 for short.

Hammer (for the surname Hammond) is the one Jared refers to as Langley (another nickname of his, because he’s from Langley, British Columbia, which is a town in the Metro Vancouver area. Local boy, just like Bryce.). Hammer/Langley is the one whose comments Jared and Gabe overheard ‘I’m not homophobic, but I don’t get Math and Bullet. Math’s mean.’

They are attached at the hip; live together, room together, sit together.

Jared will be bad at it, and he doesn’t like being bad at things

You don’t say.

Bryce looks hopeful. Transparently hopeful, those big earnest eyes on him.

“Sounds fun,” Jared lies, and Bryce’s grin practically splits his face.

Soooooft.

Bryce getting to Vancouver-adjustment-them coming out to the team is the shortest arc of the ‘verse, but definitely its own thing, tonally. The arc of ‘everything is unnervingly good and everyone is unnervingly nice (except for Holden Chase)’

Now we jump to...the shoulder, the blanket, and the gaffe.

146. Forbearance

“Murder him dead,” Jared says. “Stone cold.”

“The guys might have a problem with that,” Gabe says. “Leading scorer and all.”

“I don’t care,” Jared says. “Do you think Stephen would help me hide the body?”

“Probably,” Gabe says.

Love Gabe’s pragmatism in the face of Jared's death threats. And of course Stephen would, but you just know it’d be ‘remember that time I helped you hide a body?’ every time he needed a favour, or, you know, just to annoy him, until Jared killed him. (But then who would help Jared hide HIS body? Or save him from Gabe?)

Jared gets it. He does. Bryce is frustrated, and feeling helpless, and in a lot of pain. He had some modified training, things he could do without the use of his shoulder, but it was severely limited compared to his usual summer training, and not even close to enough to burn off all the shit feelings he’s been carrying around. And all those shit feelings are twisted up inside him and driving him nuts.

And he’s driving Jared nuts.

Bryce is BORED. And Jared’s never really been around bored Bryce before — first their relationship was brand new, and then they were long distance, so even if Bryce was dealing with boredom in the day to day (say, contract talks), Jared was exciting! But right now Bryce is bored, and restless, and most of the things he would typically do when bored or restless are off-limits. And Bryce doesn’t really have a high frustration tolerance. At all.

The circumstances of the injury probably didn’t help. Bryce doesn't really deal well with humiliation. He doesn’t like it when people laugh at him. Another understatement. And people are laughing. It’s more in a ‘wow, that’s some seriously shitty luck, man’, not a ‘haha loser’ way, though Jared is pretty sure Bryce is taking it as the latter. And to be fair, how many people throw out their shoulder while babysitting? And not even like, a rambunctious toddler or something. A baby. He was babysitting a baby. Who can’t even hold up her own head yet.

It is objectively funny that Bryce was taken out by a baby. But also a sign of the kind of shape Bryce’s shoulder was in by that point. Periodically, throughout IJ(aoe), Bryce has had shoulder injuries. Jared never really specifies which, but they have always been the same shoulder. And he’s always returned to the ice before it was 100%. Or even 90%. Sometimes before 70%.

Chaz feels guilty, which is utterly absurd. Maia’s like, ten pounds. Bryce could have just as easily done something to his shoulder carrying groceries, or, hell, grabbing a glass from a cupboard. Or, most obviously: at some point in summer training, which is a hell of a lot more strenuous than babysitting Chaz and Ashley’s kid. Jared has told him. Bryce has told him. Jared even asked Ash to whisper it to him in his sleep to see if it sinks in, but she just said ‘what sleep are you referring to, Jared?’ and Jared figured it was a bad idea to retort to a sleep-deprived new parent.

Good call on the last thing, Jared. And yes, Chaz is currently exhausted (training AND a baby) and has responded slightly irrationally to the situation.

Bryce is hiding in the guest room when Jared gets back home, and doesn’t peek his head out. He could be napping, there has been a whole lot of napping lately, so Jared doesn’t check on him. He’s bad enough without adding ‘cranky because Jared woke him up’ to the mix.

Jared would argue he also has a baby right now.

Jared’s just sat down with a glass of water when Bryce drifts in, arm in a sling, and sighs explosively in Jared’s direction, then exits. Gabe invited both of them to that lunch. He could have come, but he said he was ‘tired’ and ‘not in the mood’ and that Jared should ‘go have fun’.

A sulky silence is his only answer when Jared reminds Bryce of that fact.

“Then did you literally just come into the living room to make sure I know you’re bored and annoyed?” Jared asks. “Because I am well aware!”

Or a teenager.

So apologetic Chaz: out. Jared can’t vent to Ash, because she’s stressed out as fuck. Raf is too nice to commiserate with. Ditto Grace. Julius was good at first, but now he won’t pick up Jared’s calls or answer his texts except to say ‘busy!’. Stephen’s out for obvious reasons. Gabe is a good ear, but Jared shouldn’t push it, considering the Stephen thing. Erin’s Team Bryce always. Elaine is Elaine.

You know that Jared has discovered all of these things from direct experience.

“I don’t want to hear it,” his mom says when she picks up the phone.

“Hi mom, how are you,” Jared says.

“Great,” mom says. “I don’t want to hear it. Complain to your dad.”

Susan also has some recent experience with the venting.

Jared stares at his phone, betrayed, then calls his dad. Obviously his dad will be up for Bryce bitching.

“Hi bud,” his dad says. “Calling to complain about Bryce?”

As has Don.

Jared gets twenty minutes of updates about every single family member he has. And family friends. And acquaintances. And some of the fellow Canucks dads he met on the Dad’s Trip. And people Jared hasn’t even heard of and is suspicious may not actually exist. He thinks he’s being punished, though he’s not sure why.

This is exactly what Jared deserves.

“How’re you guys?” his dad finally asks.

“Well—“ Jared starts.

“And I don’t want to hear about Bryce’s sulking,” dad says.

Jared just listened to shit about every single person dad knows for twenty minutes and he doesn’t even get to talk about Bryce’s sulking? This is bullshit.

EXACTLY what Jared deserves. Don is very proud of himself right now.

Jared has to commiserate with someone.

“Do you know who the most annoying person alive is?” Jared asks.

“Is it me?” Bryce mumbles.

JARED MATHESON.

“I don’t want it anymore,” Bryce says.

“You have to have it to take your pills,” Jared says.

“I don’t want them,” Bryce says.

Jared takes a slow breath in rather than arguing. That’s what his mom said to do before she stopped taking his calls. “I’ll just leave it beside the bed, then,” he says.

“I don’t want it,” Bryce says, then whines, “Jared!” when Jared puts it down. “I don’t want it. Take it away.”

Jared’s complaining is slightly over the top, but Bryce is, indeed, being a giant pain in the ass right now.

Julius screens his call. Jared knows this because Julius texts ‘I screened your call’

I love Julius so.

[itsscromp]

Rocket and Peter with a reader who's super into loud punk and metal music? I can imagine Peter jamming with it if it's 80s music

Jam time

Ahh yes, the glue that holds the movies and the family together. Mother flarking music. Honestly, some of the songs from the tape of Vol 3 should've made it to my Spotify wrapped but anyway >D

Peter and Rocket always saw you around the ship during your downtime with earbuds in and a device that you call an iPhone ??

But whatever you were listening to, it sounded pretty good to you when you started humming along with it.

"Maybe it could be David Bowie??" Peter guessed ??

"Or maybe that one direction some humies talk about" Rocket snorted at the thought of it.

So one day, when you were out on a mission, you happened to accidentally leave your phone behind. You always take it with you on missions.

Maybe just this once they both thought.

So they opened your phone and found your music playlist, the most recently listened to song was called Kickstart My Heart by Mötley Crüe.

"You ever heard of them Pete ??"

"Never heard of them in my life"

He plugged in his earbuds and shared one with Rocket, beginning the song... Holy flark that's a sick rift.

The two continued to listen to the song until a familiar voice was heard.

"What are you two doing ?? Why do you have my phone ??"

They scrambled to put it away and tried to deny it ever happened, but you could hear the song loud and clear.

You then grabbed your phone and pulled out a portable speaker, plugging your phone in and the song came to life again.

"You like Mötley Crüe ??" You smiled listening to the song.

"First song we ever listened to, they ain't too bad." Rocket said.

"What other ones do you have ??" Peter asked you.

You had whole kinds of music from the 80's consisting of heavy metal or rock, like Guns n Roses, AC/DC, INXS and more.

The three of you would jam out late into the night just badly singing the songs as they went, but you were in your own world, just happy to be with your friends.

Rocket's personal favourite from your playlist would be Don't Change by INXS. it just resonates with him well.

Peter's would be thunderstruck, it gets him hyped up before any mission he goes on.

Peter always claims that music is the reason the guardians stay together, and honestly he might not be wrong, cause when the three of you do your jam sessions. It's like a whole living experience for you guys, just being together in each other's company.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

[bough-25]

I've messed up, ma

After the events of the meeting

After a long but short trip, he finally made it to the home of the Country Trolls. Bough was still shaking with anxiety and fear, he didn't notice that he forgot to wear his country clothes that his mother figure (Detla Dawn) and Frontier's Moms made for him and his friends. The others knew him and his friends for a long time but he never came out here without his friends (where are they and what happened to them).

He finally made it to Mrs. Dawn's home and knocked, he waited until she opened the door and greeted him (she didn't notice how shaking he was)

Dawn: Oh! Bough, I didn't expect you to come! (looking around for the others) where the other'?

Bough remains still and quiet, his hair was covering his face and blowing with the breeze

Dawn: Bough... Kiddo, what happened. (She says with worried and fearing the worst)

Dawn: come on in hon.

She noticed that her kid was hurting, not physically but both emotionally and mentally. So she helped him settle down and put together his favorite snack, biscuits and strawberry jam (she made the biscuits earlier that day for her and her lovely partners, who were currently out doing business) she also noticed that he still had both his 'horns' and gently asked 'what happened hon' , she wanted for him to answer and the only thing he could say was 'Barb is coming for strings and she ain't holding back.' than he look up, tears running down, and says 'I-I'm scared, ma, I don't know what to do.'

That broke Mrs. Dawn' heart and soul, she never heard him so small and scared, and quickly hugged him with one of her mama bear hugs and comforted him (the dam broke and he sobs and hugged her back). After a while, Bough finally calmed down and put himself together, him and his ma talked about a plan and other things along the lines.

Detla Dawn asked Bough if he wanted to sing with her and the townsfolk but he declined the offer, saying next time. So, she sings (Born to Died), while townsfolk and herself were singing and dancing. A group of Pop Trolls (Poppy, Biggie (and Mr. Twinkle), and Clay) finally made it to town, Poppy comments about how sad the song is and Clay responds that life can be sad and he kinda likes the song, of course Poppy thinks that the country trolls didn't know how to be happy and (just like in the movie) Poppy and the gang was locked up for that disgrace to all music. Poppy tried to explain what Barb was planning something big but got cut off by Detla saying that she knows about Barb's plan and added you and your pals stay in there and think about what y'all have done and walked away.

Bough never heard Pop before (and he hates how it is very loud and bright) he was about (and tried) to find the Funk Trolls until in the corner of his eyes, he saw Hickory (in his country troll cover) helping the Pop trolls to escape and of course Mrs. Dawn wasn't happy about that and so the chase was on, knowing her kids, Bough joined in the chase and actually caught up with them and Hickory. Poppy and the others were scared of Bough (they didn't know how fast he ran on all fours plus his 'horns' and glowing Red eyes) but Hickory knows Bough and how crazy fast he was:

Hickory: Hey kid! Ya better slow down a bit, we're about close to a cliff.

Bough continues to run along them, knowing how much he deeply hates to jump, but like a ol' saying 'fuck it'

All five of them stopped in mid air (I hope ya, Pop trolls know how to swim) and fell into the river below them.

[cinemastyles-blog]

Summary: Just a short blurb about being in the shower jamming out to music and an old one direction song comes on and Harry joins.

Warnings: Super cute. Fluff. Not really any warnings.

I’ve been on a Wolves kick lately, so that’s the song that inspired this.

Master List

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

It’s a Saturday night and you and Harry decided to stay in and have a relaxing night after not seeing each other for a few days.

“I’m going to go get a shower while you make dinner.” You lean in and kiss his cheek. He smiles and nods, “Okay. With how long your showers are, it might be cold by the time you’re done.”

He laughs and you flick him off with a giggle.

You walk into the bathroom and scroll through your music, tapping on one of Harry’s songs from his new album.

Humming along to Daydreaming, you strip down and toss your clothes on the floor, “Livin' in a daydream, She said, "Love me like you paid me".” You sing as you step into the shower.

As you get your body wet and continue to sing along, Harry is standing outside the door, smiling as you sing his song. He’s proud to have you. He loves that you support him and love the music he puts out.

“When you give me all of your love, give me something to dream about..” you start to wash your hair, dancing slightly as you hum to the tune.

You rinse your hair and let the water run over your body as you listen for what the next song will be.

You smile and shake your head as one of his old songs with the boys start to play.

“I hear them calling for you..I hear them calling for you..” you sing with a smile and away your hips side to side. You reach out and turn the music up, partly so you can hear it better and also so Harry can hear it.

You close your eyes and continue to dance under the water, “Your friends all talkin' 'bout me..They say I got no chance at all..”

You smile and look over your shoulder as you hear the door open. You continue to sing as you turn around to face Harry.

He is smiling and shaking his head, “Really? This song?”

You keep smiling and point to him as you sing his chorus, “In the middle of the night when the wolves come out. They head straight for your heart. Like a bullet in the dark.”

Harry laughs and jumps in, singing with you as he places his hands on your hips. You move your hips to the beat of the song and hold up the shampoo bottle as a fake microphone and Harry sings into it, “They come straight for your heart. I hear them calling for you. I hear them calling for you.”

You smile as you listen to him sing and bob your head to the music.

You hold the bottle up to your lips, “I ain't up for debating. Ain't in it for the taking. We got the world shaking..”

He laughs and pulls you close to him, moving his body with yours. Dancing in the shower with you and he hums with you as you continue to sing.

You turn towards him and look up at him with a huge smile. He pushes your wet hair out of your face and rubs your cheek with his thumb, “You’re insane.”

You laugh slightly and shake your head, “We can run and hide, ain't goin' down without a fight. I hear them calling for you.”

He smiles and watches you, falling in love with you all over again.

The song ends and you lay a hand on his chest, “I may be insane but I am your number one fan so..” you smile and stand on your tip toes to kiss him.

“And I am forever grateful for you.” He whispers against your lips, smiling into the kiss, “Forever grateful.”

He pulls you in and wraps his arms around you, “I like these concerts. Gives me a break from running around like a mad man.”

“Yeah, and you don’t have to fight like hell to get a ticket to this show.” You laugh and look up at him.

He furrows his brows and laughs. “You do have to do that with my shows either.” You smile and shrug, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Cinema starts playing and you slowly smile, “Get ready did this one, Styles.” He smiles and shakes his head.

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I thought this was the cutest thing. If you have any cute blurb ideas, send them my way!

This will be added to my fluff one shot collection on Wattpad!

If you would like a part 2 SMUT version, let me know!

[3xm-draconic]

Bloodline of the Last Dragon.

Season 1/Episode 7: The Return.

Cicero sat in a field of nightshade with Mattilda, just the two of them in a meadow of the violet blossoms, he knew he needed to tell her…but he didn’t want to.

He wanted to keep her, she was his special friend…his companion…

He didn’t want to lose her or see her get hurt.  

But…

“Hey Cicero?…” she turned to him, he nearly jumped at her voice. It had been so dreadfully quiet, “oh yes dearest Mattilda?” He turned to her looking into her silvery eyes…sweet Sithis he had grown to adore the shimmering color of her eyes, bright like a well burnished blade.

“I…have something to confess to you”, “oh?...well…Cicero dose too” he sighed, better to get it over with…

She turned to him with a slight awkward and shy grin on her face, “Cicero…” she softly said, her voice was as lovely to him as cool rain on a hot summer night “your special to me…” she hummed sweetly “and I wanted to ask you if…perhaps…you’d like…to be my boyfriend?”

The words came before Cicero had time to process them…

“YES” he shouted.

Only then did he realize he’d dug himself into a deeper hole…

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(Falkreath Sanctuary)

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Cicero sat in his room dreading bringing Mattilda into the brotherhood, she wouldn’t like it here, she would hate it and she would grow to hate him…

But…wait…

He remembered something…a loophole…

She was part of the Thieves Guild, he remembered Astrid and the Guild have an alliance worked out…that means if she found out about him…he wouldn’t technically have to force her to join the brotherhood.

But it still ment he had to tell the others about her…

…

The rest of the brotherhood had settled down to dinner together when Cicero appeared before them, “well looked what the cat dragged in” Astrid mumbled.

“Finally having dinner with the rest of us?” Nazir eyed him “I’am shocked”, “oh be nice” Festus grumbled “here have a plate” he tried to offer the keeper a plate of roasted venison with apple jam but Cicero politely declined it.

“Cicero has something to tell you all” he took a shaky breath “Cicero…has…been seeing someone”

Astrid immediately leapt from the table and stuck a knife to his throat “I KNEW YOU WERE A TRAITOR!” she hissed, “Astrid wait!” Babbett cried “let him finish, it’s not what you think”, “Babbs?...you knew?” she stared in disbelief at the unchild, “he told me to keep it a secret” she shrugged.

Astrid let him up “Alright Fool…what is your secret?” she hissed venomously at him…

Cicero was quiet at first “...Cicero…has been seeing this girl…she likes Cicero and Cicero likes her…”, “well that's complete bullshit” Arnbjorn grumbled. “ARN!” Babbett snapped, “there ain't no way in the void there is ANYONE who would romantically wanna be involved with him” Arnbjorn shrugged, Veezara nodded “your story is a little hard to believe”.

Cicero balled his fists in anger “CICERO WILL PROVE TO YOU HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND! HE’LL BRING HER OVER TO THE TAVERN TO MEET YOU TOMORROW!” he snapped.

Arnbjorn laughed “the day you have a girlfriend is the day Night Mother chooses a listener!”

Cicero began to laugh hysterically “GOOD!” he howled

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(The next day)

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Mattilda was overjoyed to be meeting some of Cicero’s folks! 

She had used some of her saved up gold to go all out on beauty supplies so she could look her best, gotta make a good first impression after all.

“It looks like a soup” Mattilda said as she fished a flower out of the bubbly bath, it had a little milk and tea in it too, “a soup that will do wonders dear, afterall we don’t want you smelling like a barn” Kit’Tay chuckled as she unceremoniously tossed her into the bath.

She then poured soap onto her hair and viciously started to scrub it into Mattilda’s scalp “OW!” she yelped and pulled away from her, “oh quit being a big baby, pain is beauty”, “if pain is beauty then I’d rather stay ugly” she groaned. 

Kit’Tay then took clay, charcoal, salt, a little honey and butter. 

She mixed it in a bowl and into a paste, she then took a hard scrubbing brush and proceeded to scrub the paste into Mattilda’s skin like she was trying to scrub grease off a pan.

After what felt like hours of this torture the bath had finnaly finished.

Mau’Mau then applied makeup to her face, using delicate hands she enhanced Mattilda’s face by lining her eyes in black and shadowing them with deep browns and golds to accentuate the silvery–blue of her eyes, her lips were then painted a soft red and her cheeks blushed.

Lastly was the dress.

Mau had it specially shipped from Radiant Raiment in Solitude, a slim black dress that hugged the curves and accentuated the bust. When Mattilda slipped it on she felt…fierce.

She had always hidden her appearance…now…she was showing it off. 

“So just who is this mystery man?” Mau’Mau asked her, “Cicero, his name is Cicero”, Mau paused a dreadful look on her face “short imperial man, red hair?...jester?” she gawked, “yeah…how do you?” Mattilda pondered.

“Sugarbean…be careful…he…is part of the dark brotherhood”.

A cold sweat ran down her spine.

“Cicero? An assassin?” she scoffed “you're joking”, Mau shook her head “Astrid told us of a new arrival, he fits the bill to a T” she purred sadly.

Mattilda started to laugh.

“well…I guess I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets”.

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(At the Dead Man’s Drink)

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Arnbjorn, Nazir and Vizarra were sent to see about Cicero’s “girlfriend”...

“50 septimes he just pulled our legs” Veezara yawned and sipped his mead, “100 septims says he hired some poor woman to pretend to be his girlfriend” Arnbjorn snickered. 

Cicero stood outside the tavern while the others waited inside, the moment he saw Mattilda his heart skipped a beat, she looked so…beautiful…especially dressed in black.

Nazir looked over and nearly spat out his mead “GUYS” he said as he tapped Arnbjron’s shoulder, Veezara and Arnbjorn looked over and their jaws dropped…

Cicero walked in with a cute little thing in a black dress, she was short and built a little like an acrobat but with very powerful and long legs, she was…an elf?...of some sort, a brunette with pale skin and big blue eyes.

She was laughing with him and not in a forced way…she…genuinely…seemed to be enjoying his company, “well I’’l be…” Nazir gasped, “there is no way he landed that, just look at her” Veezara murmured, “welp we're about to find out” Arnbjorn grinned.

“Matti these are Cicero’s half brothers and his family friend: Nazir, Arnbjorn and Veezara” he introduced her, “hi she excitedly beamed, I’am Mattilda Vid-” before she could finish introducing herself Arnbjorn stopped her.

“So Mattilda, what’s your line of work?”, “oh…well…I’am currently more of an adventurer right now but I use to be an alchemist in Helgen” she answered rather awkwardly, Arnbjorn nodded “uh huh…tell me”  he got close to her enough to whisper “and you can be honest, how much is Cicero paying you to be his pretend girlfriend?”

Mattilda gawked “what?!” she gasped, “oh come on” Arnbjorn muttered loud enough for Cicero to hear “did you really think we’d fall for this little joke of yours?” he turned to Cicero, “honestly where'd you find a pretty thing like this? Certainly not in whore houses here-” as soon as those words left his lips he was sent backwards by a powerfuck kick to the face, one strong enough to make him skid across the floor for a few feet.

Veezara and Nazir spat out their mead and gawked in utter shock at what had happened, Cicero grabbed Mattilda and desperately tried to pull her away.

Arnbjorn got up and glared at her…

“How dare you” she hissed “I am no cheap whore and how dare you for insulting Cicero” she growled, “you just signed your death warrant girly” Arnbjorn snarled, Mattilda smirked, showing off her bosmeri fangs “just ask Maven Blackbrier about the name Viddarson, then we’ll see who’s death warrant is signed” she leaned in “and tell Astrid I said hi”.

Chills ran down Arnbjorn’s spine…

Who was this chick?

Mattilda took Cicero’s hand and led him out of the tavern.

“What did you mean by that?” he looked at her, she smiled at him “you don’t need to worry about your family coming after me is all” she chirped, “what how?” he scrambled for words, “I know” is all she replied be for looking into his deep hazel-amber eyes and asking him one simple question.

“Mau and Kit are away “visiting friends” in Riften…would you like to share a bottle of wine with me beside the hearth at my house?”, Cicero pondered, if he was going to spend one last night with Matti before all Oblivion broke loose it would be tonight.

“Cicero would love too” he chirped.

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(Falkreath Sanctuary)

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“Viddarson” Astrid said the name with a twinge of fear in her breath, “I know but what does it mean?” Arnbjorn asked her, “it means, darling husband of mine…THAT YOU FUCKED UP” she screeched.

“Viddarson is Maven’s personal guy, her PERSONAL guy. If she wants something made to look like a message or an accident she sends us or any other guild member…if she wants somebody GONE OFF THE MAP or their name sullied into poverty she sends Viddarson” Astrid hissed “you just insulted the daughter, no excuse me, the niece of Skyrim’s FUCKING BOOGYMAN”.

Astrid grabbed Arnbjorn’s face and bright it to hers “you are going to apologize to her or so help me Sithis…”, “Astrid I thought we were Skyrim’s boogymen?” he pondered, Astrid sucked in a deep breath “listen to me, Viddarson makes us look like a bunch of weirdos in black pajamas…he is not to be FUCKED with…and nither is his family”.

“now…GO APOLOGIZE!” she snapped.

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(next morning)

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Cicero awoke next to Mattilda in her bed…with nothing on except his jester hat.

He lovingly gazed at her sleeping form beside him, her little soft snoring and the way her body was curled up next to him reminded him of a bunny rabbit, he cuddled her not wanting this moment to end…not wanting what was to happen…happen…

He wanted her to live.

A knock at the door awoke her from her slumber and Cicero cursed whoever it was, Mattilda looked at the naked jester in her bed…and at her own nude form. She giggled, “I…hope I wasn’t too…well…” she embarrassedly looked at Cicero “it was my first time”, Cicero chuckled and kissed her “it was Cicero’s too, he loved it”.

The knock came more vigorously this time.

“JUST A MOMENT” Mattilda called, “you better get out of here in case it’s Mau or Kit”, “but what if it’s Arnbjorn?” he worried, “like I said you don’t need to worry about that, now come on your clothes are around here somewhere” she chuckled.

Cicero left through the back door when he bumped into Arnbjorn, “look before you go crazy I’am not here to hurt her…I’am here to apologize to her”, “oh…well good serves you right for what you did”.

Mattilda got on her robes and opened the door, there before her was…

“DAD!” she shouted happily as she hugged him tightly.

.

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[deputygonebye]

@rickgrimesdoingrickthings asked: "You can't make me disappear!"

Dark and Angsty Sentence Starters

Conversation between them had gone lifeless. Numbed at the core, paralyzed with truth and honesty that hadn't yet been made used to. Rick had been made aware of everything, then. Lori and the baby, Otis and what had happened back at the school. Nothing was kept in the dark. Protected by the cold embrace of a shadow's edge - the fine line between Shane's lost and contained sanity - what wasn't known for the benefit of the whole group. Dangerous was what Shane had been branded. Mere seconds from slipping into an abyss that he couldn't climb out of; yanked back down into a world that would've taken everything. Worse than the bite or scratch of a lonesome Walker. Crueler than the words that came from the living, the judgements and the murmurs and the startled gasps, Shane sentenced himself to loneliness. Distance from those that he loved most. Almost miles put between himself and the folks he called family, just what everyone wanted and asked for. Just as was hoped.

Back turned to the rest of the survivors, camp far from view, attention wasn't given to Rick though Shane did hear his voice as it danced across the field of Hershel's farm. Wove itself into the wind as it blew against the grasses that swayed, straight into the heart like a sharpened knife's point. Rick wasn't a man to be pleased by being ignored. Cast aside for something else, the inner turmoil that occupied all of Shane's mind and choices. Fact was, he couldn't be. Not ever. Considered to be the best of men, the greatest of friends, the most loyal of brothers, difficult was it for Shane to have lasted so long in the game. Avoidance of anything was a grueling task for he. Avoidance of Rick even more so, a painful experience all around. But still did it have to be done.

"Rick, don't, alright? Just don't. Don't start with me." Shane replied, focus not paid to the person he spoke to, hands concentrated on a project that rested upon his lap. A gun that refused to shoot. Jammed, broken, a scrap piece that had been picked up during a previous supply run.

"I don't want this anymore than you do, but this is the way that things are gonna have to be from now on, brother. You stay with your own and I'll keep to myself. It's what everybody else wants. I know it's what Lori wants. Stay away from her, Carl, and you. Hell, man, nobody on this farm wants me around. I see it. I ain't dumb."

Shane cursed under his breath, fingertip skin pinched between gun pieces, the venom to his words just as potent and honed. "Fine by me. Y'all can go off and do whatever you want. Act as if I'm not even here. Pretend as if what I say ain't worth a damn. Might be better this way, anyhow. It'll be like we never even met, Rick. Just two strangers."