#the ducks quacked about something

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

What right does exercise have being so helpful for adhd. Like oh you want to regulate your iPad baby brain? Go to the pool and do a few laps until the ants under your skin die. The audacity that it works. Having to bike to the gym to regulate my stupid brain and eat all my past excuses that I used to avoid rec centers. 32 dead 537 injured

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

Thank u for the tag!! :D I’m kinda surprised how much I vibed with what came up

@leafcabbage @lovedbee @pocket-sized-nightmare @dykeology-201 @secretcowboyhat feel free to hop on if you want :] (or anyone else if they weren’t tagged!)

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

Athena-core was fun to search 😍

I tag @newbornwhumperfly @grizzlie70 @butwhatifyouwrite @sapphoslibrary @wildfaewhump @deluxewhump

[lemonduckisnowawake]

Over the Garden Wall is SUCH a fascinating show to me for a myriad of reasons. But one of the things that stuck with me was the symbolism of the Woodsman and his lantern. TW for discussions on grief and unhealthy coping mechanisms (that I might get wrong, just as a warning).

I'm sure this has been said before, but to me it's just such a fascinating representation of how we unintentionally keep despair alive by clinging to our overwhelming grief of those we lost. Maybe I'm misinterpreting something or looking too deeply into it, but it's just. The lantern that the Woodsman keeps lighting in the hopes that his daughter's soul will be kept alive through it is, in actuality, keeping the Beast alive. And in a similar way I've read tales and actually studied grief theories about how people keep the memory of their loved one alive; at first, it's a good thing, and it can take however long or short you need to it be since grief seems to be something that generally never really goes away.

But there can come a point where all you live for is the dead, which is what the Woodsman was doing in laboring day and night to keep the lantern alive. And in doing so, you start to poison yourself and, rather than keeping the person you lost in living memory, you start to keep alive the despair and darkness. You start to keep alive the Beast rather than the soul of your daughter, in other words. Sometimes, it's intentional, though. "If I let go of this despair and anguish of mine, doesn't that mean I'll forever lose that person I loved?" And sometimes, it's unintentional.

The conclusion of it is that you have to let them go...you have to let that despair (not grief, but the poisonous and hopeless grief) go. Maybe, like Wirt did, through unflinching practicality and sheer knowledge rather than emotion. Or something else. But maybe, then, you'll find that when the lantern of your despair is gone, it'll be dark at first but you'll slowly start to see a grander light. And maybe, you'll find that your daughter is still alive anyway, in the light rather than in the darkness.

[deathbysports]

ngl gossip blogs are probably the worst thing about hockeyblr

[bylertruther]

people will see a character that was created to be a certain way from the very beginning before everything was even set in stone, then actually written that same way even before The Plot happens in the final product, watch their core personality remain constant all throughout a show's lifespan from beginning to end, and even watch it be highlighted as a Good and True thing to be proud of and that is inspiring to others and sorely needed and not something to ever change or belittle in one of the most emotional scenes of a season that doubles as a high point & character defining moment, and instead of thinking Hm Maybe This Character Just Is This Way And We're Being Told That They Should Love Themselves For It The Same Way Everyone Else Does And How They Once Did Too Before Their Insecurity Got The Best Of Them And Told Them They Should Change, they will instead call it repression and not his true self and something to be changed even though it literally just is who he is. and all of this happens in the show where we are repeatedly hit over the head with the "you should stay true to yourself and love yourself no matter what other people think or tell you you should be". where the motto is literally "never change" nd conformity is killing the kids. like. Okay ❤️

[insert-cool-theological-pun]

Reading Henry M Morris after Dorothy L. Sayers is wild because while I have do try to impose a healthy amount of distance towards their use of Trinitarian imagery, they're also kind of so right in telling us that it's everywhere.

Sayers: See here, writing a book can be a Trinitarian work of creativity because you have an Idea (Father), Energy (Son), and Power (Spirit) that is the makeup of creating a story (aka your book's idea and grand scope, the actual written form itself, and the power that allows it to be read and understood). Isn't it incredible how all those three are the story in of themselves but cannot function without the other?

Morris: The universe is a triune singularity of matter, space, and time! And even within these three forms are trinities themselves. Matter (energy, motion, phenomena), space (length, breadth, height), and time (past, present, future) are such great illustrations of how the universe is one but must be experienced in through three individual but inseparable factors!

And then there's me who still has this image from I think reddit or twitter stuck in my brain:

[eyivibyemi]

✧ I won’t really write descriptions for these, but see original post tags for explanation/commentary on the song snippet ✧

[swimmingclass1978]

What if reg was an animagi and he could turn into a duck.

Imagine walking down the hogwarts corridor and you see james and sirius being chased by a duck with a wand in its mouth.

Idk just something about fussy duck reg sitting on top of james' head quacking at everyone

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

people who draw zombieCleo fat I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

[oaksgrove]

Hello ! Just found your acc but, even if I'll take my time reading your fics later, the one shot I just read is enough to fill my heart so here I am.

I have a tiny request.

Because I love soft romance, I need retired König meeting reader (gender neutral!) at a pond, or a park, feeding the ducks in company of their old dog. The details are totally up to you. ♡

A Quiet Place

Pairing: König x GN!Reader

Synopsis: König never planned on stopping by the park, but something about the quiet morning and the gentle ripples of the pond drew him in. He didn’t expect to meet you there, feeding the ducks with your old dog by your side. He especially didn’t expect to feel so at ease. But when you mention you’ll be back the next morning, he finds himself doing something he hasn’t in a long time—choosing to return.

Warnings: Fluff, soft König, mentions of military routine, a very good old dog, and just a touch of loneliness being soothed.

word count: 1317

The park was quiet in the early morning, the air cool and fresh with the lingering crispness of dawn. The pond shimmered under the soft light, its surface rippling as a few ducks paddled leisurely, their soft quacks the only break in the hush of the hour. It was peaceful—just the way König liked it.

He hadn’t planned on stopping here today, but something about the sight of the water, the way the trees bent over it like silent sentinels, had drawn him in. So, he sat on a bench near the edge, a small bag of cracked corn in his lap. A habit from childhood, feeding the birds—something simple, something grounding.

That’s when he saw you.

You were settled a short distance away, cross-legged on the grass, your own small bag of feed in hand. Beside you, an old dog sat with its front paws stretched out, watching the ducks with mild interest but making no move to chase them. The dog’s coat, a mix of grays, faded black and soft whites, hinted at years well-lived, a loyal companion in its golden age.

König didn’t mean to stare, but there was something about the way you tossed the seeds, careful, unhurried, watching the birds with quiet patience. Your dog let out a slow huff, shifting its weight, and you absentmindedly ran your fingers over its ears.

Something about the whole picture settled in König’s chest—something warm, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

You must have sensed his gaze because you glanced over, meeting his eyes. Instead of awkwardness, there was an easy smile on your lips, a simple acknowledgment of another person enjoying the morning.

“Yours are behaving better than mine,” you said, nodding toward the ducks in front of him.

König glanced at the small group by his feet. One particularly bold duck was pecking insistently at his boot, as if demanding he hurry up with the next handful of food. He let out a quiet chuckle. “They have no patience,” he said, his accent thick, voice low.

“That one’s a troublemaker.” You pointed at the duck pecking him. “I see him here all the time. He tried to steal a sandwich right out of my hand last week.”

“Ja?” König’s brow lifted. He tossed another handful of food, watching the bird waddle greedily after it. “Brazen little thing.”

Your dog let out a deep sigh, shifting closer to your side. You scratched behind its ears absentmindedly. “He’s been coming here since he was a pup,” you said, noticing König’s gaze. “Now he’s too old to chase the birds, but he still likes to watch them.”

König hesitated, then asked, “What’s his name?”

“Archie.”

König nodded, a rare softness in his expression. “Good name.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the sound of the water lapping against the bank and the occasional rustle of leaves. The moment felt… easy. Uncomplicated.

After a while, you glanced at him again. “Do you come here often?”

“Not really,” König admitted. “But maybe I should.”

Your smile widened just a little. “Yeah. Maybe you should.”

-

König found himself lingering longer than he meant to. The morning was peaceful, the kind of quiet that didn’t feel empty but full—of soft rustling leaves, of birdsong, of the gentle huff of Archie’s breath as he settled against your side. König hadn’t had a morning like this in a long time.

For years, his world had been noise—gunfire, radio chatter, the rhythmic stomp of boots on concrete. Even after retiring, the silence he lived in wasn’t quite like this. His apartment was too still, too hollow, and though he liked the solitude, there were moments when the quiet pressed too heavily on his chest.

But this? Sitting by the pond, watching the ducks waddle and bob along the water, listening to the steady cadence of your voice as you spoke to your dog—it was a different kind of silence. A good kind.

“You know,” you said suddenly, breaking him from his thoughts, “I think they like you.”

König followed your gaze to the ducks still crowding around his feet, the boldest one once again testing its luck by pecking at the laces of his boots. He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “I have nothing left for you,” he told the bird, his accent thickening slightly as he nudged it away gently with his foot.

You laughed, and König’s chest tightened unexpectedly at the sound. It wasn’t loud or grating—just warm, like the first sip of coffee on a cold morning.

“Traitor,” you said to the duck, tossing another handful of food into the water.

Archie grumbled at the movement, stretching out his front legs with a groan before resting his head back on his paws. The sight made König smile. “How old is he?” he asked.

“Fourteen,” you said, your voice fond as you ran your hand over his back. “He’s slowed down a lot, but he still drags me out here every morning. Routine, I guess.”

König understood that. The military had drilled routine into his bones, and even in retirement, he still woke up early, still exercised, still needed something to occupy his hands. He wondered if you felt the same, if taking Archie to the park was more than just a morning ritual—if it was something that kept you steady, too.

You tilted your head slightly, studying him. “What about you? Do you have a dog?”

“No,” König said, shifting slightly in his seat. “Not yet.”

You hummed in understanding. “You thinking about getting one?”

König hesitated. He had thought about it, in the way someone thinks about fixing a leaky faucet—something that lingered at the back of his mind but never felt urgent enough to act on. Maybe because he wasn’t sure he could be what a dog needed. Maybe because part of him still wasn’t sure he knew how to care for something soft, something that would depend on him in a way nothing ever had.

“I don’t know,” he admitted.

“Well,” you said, glancing down at Archie with a small smile, “if you ever do, I’d say it’s worth it.”

König nodded, watching the way your fingers ran gently over the old dog’s fur. He thought about how easy you were with him, how unbothered you seemed by his presence, by his size, by the quiet way he spoke. Most people—especially strangers—were intimidated by him. But you weren’t. And for some reason, that made him want to stay just a little longer.

When the bag of feed in your lap finally emptied, you dusted off your hands and stretched. “Alright, old man,” you murmured, scratching behind Archie’s ears. “Time to head home before you start getting cranky.”

König stood as you did, brushing the crumbs from his hands. He watched as you adjusted the leash clipped to Archie’s collar, letting the dog take his time getting to his feet. You weren’t in a rush. You let him move at his own pace, patient and unhurried. König liked that.

You looked up at him once Archie was steady. “I’ll probably be here around the same time tomorrow,” you said casually, like it wasn’t an invitation—but König knew it was.

And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel the urge to turn it down.

“Maybe I will be, too,” he said, shifting his weight slightly.

You smiled. “Good.”

With that, you gave Archie a gentle pat on the side before leading him down the path, your pace slow to match the dog’s. König watched you go, hands in his pockets, something unfamiliar curling in his chest.

When he finally left the park, his steps were lighter.

And the next morning, when he woke early and the world was still quiet, he found himself pulling on his jacket, slipping on his boots, and heading back to the pond.

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[swanimagines]

Teen Wolf: Imagine being Derek’s sister and him finding out that you’re secretly dating Stiles.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

Note 2: A reminder again that in all my newer fics where reader is someone's sibling/child or some other relative, they're always adopted, not related by blood!

When you first met Scott and Stiles, you wouldn’t have believed that one day, you’d end up falling in love with the latter. Your first meeting hadn’t been… good, if you were honest. You saw them as a threat, as did your brother, so your first words to Stiles had been “stay out of this, human”.

Seeing where that meeting brought you now had been completely unexpected. Stiles had somehow gotten enchanted by you, and you soon realised he had a crush on you — despite you having been so harsh at him when he had tried to defend Scott.

And more surprises were coming. Him fumbling and being awkward, at the loss of words before you, you found it cute. Cute. A human, you found a human cute.

You tried to hide it, how you were warming up for him. How he got you to smile, how you started to enjoy his company. It wasn’t logical, it was foolish. And especially when Derek hated Stiles, you having feelings for the boy just didn’t fit the picture.

But, your feelings just wouldn’t go away, no matter how much you tried to suppress them, and eventually you just had to blurt them out to him. He just stood there stunned, looking at you for a moment before he started grinning like he had just won in a lottery. And you knew that he kind of had, he had had the biggest crush on you for a long time and now you told him you felt the same way.

But you still needed to keep it hidden from your brother, in fact Scott and the Sheriff were the only ones who knew. You snuck out almost every day after school to hang out with Stiles and there you were at a park, in the shadow of an old oak, heads pressed together and holding hands.

This was one of those days. You two were sitting in the park, beside a pond full of ducks. Stiles had brought a bag of seeds with him, and you fed the ducks together. You were quieter than usual, and Stiles nudged you.

“What are you thinking about?” he mumbled, handing you a few seeds.

“I think Derek is suspecting something,” you replied, glancing over your shoulder. “I can’t help but think that he’s been watching us, he acts so weird. I don’t know what he will do if he finds out about us.”

You threw the seeds to the ducks, making them swarm at your feet. Stiles sighed, looking up for a moment. You knew he wanted to mutter “creep” but you appreciated he didn’t. You took his hand. “I’m not leaving you, in case you’re afraid of that. Even if Derek will try to lock me up.”

Stiles nodded, squeezing your hand back. “I know.”

You sat there for a moment longer, until the seeds ran out and Stiles shook the bag towards the quacking ducks, before throwing it into the trashcan and leaving the park with you. You walked in silence for a moment, before Stiles turned to you. “Wanna come watch a movie? Your brother can’t follow us there, Dad has too many security cameras for that.”

You scoffed. “As if that’d keep him away. But you’re right about it being safer there. He might not want to come in and risk your dad seeing him threatening you.”

He took the jeep keys from his pocket and fumbled with them for a moment. “So… you’re coming?”

You nodded, taking his arm. “Yeah, I’d like to have a good laugh with a comedy before going home.”

—

As the credits rolled, you realised how late it had gotten. The clock had struck midnight a while ago, and you could almost picture Derek tapping his foot impatiently like the Rabbit from Winnie the Pooh. So you reluctantly retreated from Stiles’s warm embrace, stretching out before looking at him. “I should go.”

He sighed, absentmindedly running his thumb across your hand. “Yeah, you probably should.”

You stood up from the couch, swinging your bag over your shoulder, letting Stiles walk you to the door. Once you reached the porch, he leaned against the door frame and you looked at him, biting your lip. “Thanks for tonight,” you mumbled. “I had fun.”

Stiles nodded. “Me too.”

You thought for a moment, but then decided to take the leap — you stepped closer to him. “I think a proper good night wish could be better than just saying it.”

Stiles’s cheeks turned slightly red, and he stuttered slightly. ���O-oh?”

“Yeah.”

And then, with one last breath, you gently grasped the collar of his hoodie and pressed your lips to his.

It wasn’t a deep, passionate kiss you see in movies, it was rather short, in between a peck and a proper kiss. But still, when you stepped back, Stiles grinned like he had won the lottery all over again, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Goodnight, Stiles.”

He blinked, straightening up. “Goodnight.”

Then you turned, walking into the night with the biggest grin on your face. The night was chilly, but you felt like your heart was jumping around so much that it almost overheated you. Not that you minded, you were happier than in a long time, and almost felt like skipping through the forest.

Crack.

You stopped dead in your tracks, looking around. “Derek?”

Sure enough, he stepped out from the darkness, and you froze. “I… I was just on my way home.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Don’t lie. I saw what happened.”

You cocked your head, trying to act clueless. “Saw what happen?”

He raised his eyebrows. “The kiss. I saw you kissed him. Didn’t you just tell me there’s nothing going on with him?”

You tried to play stupid and test the waters, laughing. “Nice try. You haven’t been near me today, I haven’t smelled you.”

He shook his head, sighing. “Which is exactly why I’m concerned. You’re losing your focus. What if the Hunters will get you because you’re too busy staring at Stiles’s eyes?”

You kept walking, pushing past him. “You’re overreacting. It was just a kiss.”

He turned around, starting to walk with you. “Just a kiss, and numerous secret dates after school for weeks, or is it months now?”

You groaned, figuring it’s no use to keep pretending. “Alright! We have… something going on with him. But it’s still early, and I’m not abandoning the pack because of him if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“He can’t protect you. The Hunters will use him against you,” Derek said quietly. “You could die because of him.”

“His pack—”

He interrupted you, “He doesn’t have a pack, he’s not one of us. Even if he pretends to belong in Scott’s pack, he isn’t, and will never be, one of them.”

You sighed. You knew he was mostly right. Stiles, being a human, could easily be used against you. He hadn’t learned about everything yet, nor Scott had in that matter. You had tried to guide them, to help, but so far it was going slowly. And you knew that each day, the risks grew. You understood your brother, you had gone through the exact same feelings, wondering and pondering and pacing around your room, before finally concluding you weren’t able to keep it inside you. You had brought up all your worries to Stiles once you decided to tell him about your feelings, and he assured you that Scott would help if any problems came up. You still had doubts, but chose to push them aside for the sake of living. You had done what you could, telling him and Scott about the risks and Stiles still wanted to see what would become of you two.

You stopped, looking up for a moment. “I know it’s dangerous, Derek. But what do you expect me to do? Ignore my feelings, end my relationship? It wouldn’t be fair for me, even less for him. He signed up for this, because he wants to be with me.”

Derek stopped as well, stepping in front of you. He ran his hand through his hair. “I’m not asking you to ignore how you feel, but you need to be smart about this. Think about how many times we watched our friends get hurt because they got too close?”

“We’re not children, we can look after ourselves just fine,” you groaned.

He raised his eyebrows. “Can you? Because to me, it looks like one of you will be dead soon, and—.”

You shook your head, raising your hands up. “Stop.”

You stood there in silence for a long while, before Derek crossed his arms again. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

You huffed. “No. I can only promise to come to you for help if I need any.”

He thought for a moment, and pursed his lips. “Alright. But don’t expect me to like it, or him.”

You smiled a little. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Derek.”

He didn’t say anything, just turned, and you followed him home. Maybe things between Stiles and Derek would be alright in the end after all.

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[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

For me I make it non-optional; no matter how late it is or tired I am i have to read at least one (1) verse. Usually I end up reading a whole chapter, but minimum one verse. I started by just picking books that I really enjoy (esther, job, psalms, proverbs, ruth, the epistles, the gospels, hebrews, genesis - these r in no particular order) to make it easy to start the habit. If you like literature/poetry I would recommend starting with Psalms, I find it easy to digest.

Some people find it helpful to start at the beginning and read through the Bible in order the books are organized, some people try to read through the books chronologically (which can be complicated bc ppl love to argue over the timeline in the biblical narrative lol) (I personally found both of these challenging when starting out). Following along with a devotional that has a scripture reading for each devo is another option.

If you're getting confused and frustrated by the text and aren't sure how to start understanding it, my two favourite resources are The Bible Project which breaks down books of the bible individually + some other really great stuff, and The BEMA Podcast which breaks down the Bible by looking at it through Rabbinic teachings and perspective (also honouary shoutout to my cultural background study bible favey so glad i got it). I also love comparing translations. I usually compare the NIV, The Message, NLT and CEV, and if I'm reading in the NT the First Nations Version (which so far only has the NT) (my default that I read in is usually the NIV). But yeah I find comparing different translations helps me discern what the passage is talking about.

Hope some of these r helpful lol!

Christians of tumblr: does anyone have any tips for getting into a Bible reading habit? :0 I’ve been dreadful at regularly reading my Bible these past few years, and whenever I’ve tried to start a habit, nothing sticks.

So if anyone has any tips or ideas, I’d love to hear them :)

[deadghosy]

AND NOW….WHAT WE ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR…. PENGUIN! READER IN COURT.

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER pt.4

Prompt: after lute’s acting out and hell’s celebration. A court was ordered for the custody for you.

“We are here in court today to discuss the home and place that reader should be in” says sera as she eyes Lucifer and his daughter that’s beside him.

Charlie smiles at the thought of winning this time as she smiles at her father who seemed to be a nervous wreck. He is hair was messy but almost kept as he kept fidgeting with his hands.

“Okay let’s start,” she says as she pulls up some cards. “Please no definitions this time.” Sera says strictly. Charlie gulps as she pulls out another bunch of cards. “Okayyy..no defining..but I have kept record on how comfortable they are with the hotel and the residents” she says with a small smile as Lucifer glances at his daughter hoping she could change the seraphim’s mind.

“Do you have any proof of this suppose claim?” Sera says with a raised brow. “Why yes! I do and my dad also has some. Right dad?” Charlie says looking at Lucifer who jumped at the sudden spot light. “Uh- yeah, yeah. I have some proof and rebuttals.” Lucifer says sitting up correctly.

Sera and Emily look at each other as a ball rises into the room. The angels seem to look each other and watch the ball carefully. Charlie smiles ready to show them how you belong in hell with them, for family of course.

“Oh oh oh, I would love to watch this shit show.” Adam says pulling up popcorn out of nowhere as the ball in the court starts to play. Lute grabs two movie glasses to wear with him and herself.

*flashback*

You were sleeping peacefully in Lucifer’s bed as he made you another duck toy as you woke up to smell pancakes beside you. You grabbed the pancake and ate them with a cute smile and squeak/quack. Angel busted in the ring leader’s door to grab you up and take you shopping as you got dressed.

Charlie and vaggie were talking downstairs as Lucifer was after Angel trying to pack up reader’s small little bag just incase there is trouble, like a small phone, small juice box, a rubber duck that turns into a monster to protect the penguin. And while type of stuff. Of course Angel rolled his eyes and took it for you as you two exit the hotel with vaggie and Charlie saying bad. You looked visibly happy as Lucifer gave one more goodbye kiss to your forehead.

*end of flashback*

The court chatters seeing such wholesome moments like that in hell. Adam rolls his eyes as lute basically breaks a mug beside her in anger seeing the angels nod and smile.

“How do we not know that you forced them to basically like that shit show of your hotel? You bride them with something?” Adam says rolling his eyes “Probably threaten them like the bastards you are.” Lute says as she glares longer at the two Morningstars.

The angels whisper gossiping about this. Charlie looks nervous as Lucifer looked as if he got sent to a death sentence. But Charlie then stood up with a nice compute looking around. “Don’t you ever think about what they want?! They’re our friend, heck even our family at most. PLEASEE…we just want them to be here with people they feel comfortable and loved around.”

“BLAH BLAH BLAH!” Someone says, ruining the soft moment as the court looks at Adam and lute who are scowling at the demon princess. “Why keep spitting these bullshit out your mouth and just admit that heaven is their rightful place? I mean, HAHA- they love me and plus they love the food here even better.” Adam says with a snarky smirk and lute smiling evilly.

Charlie’s demon form was slightly slipping from anger at adam’s words before lucifer had put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Adam, that is no way to talk to my daughter” Lucifer says with a scowl at Adam. Adam just smirks as lute was beside the first man throwing her middle up at him. “Ah please, you’re gods most hated thing to ever exist. Why let an ANGEL, who is supposed to be here, go live with you?”

Charlie opened her mouth to speak, “it was a rhetorical question.” Lute says with blunt venom. Charlie closed her mouth embarrassed. The court whispered and gossiped with a few nods as they did agree you were one of them that accidentally got sent to hell instead of heaven itself. 

Sera felt a heated stare from the devil himself, he kept his deranged look from the stress of this. The last time he had to be in court was when he got sent to his own kingdom.

“DONT you care Sera! They are just a person who can’t control who loves them! They love us…and maybe..you guys as well.�� Charlie says as she hesitated on saying how you loved heaven as well. She stared around sera as well as sera closed her eyes not wanting to hear it. Emily glanced at the older seraphim uncomfortably.

Her first sentence made it feel like Deja vu in front of the whole court as Adam exclaimed, “HOLD ON HOW BITCH! You don’t get to sing in court ever! Plus.” He says smirking. “Of course they love us, we’re fucking heaven for crying out loud.” Sera sighs, “Adam, please no interrupting in court.” Adam scoffs sitting back down with lute who glares at Lucifer with full of hate. “Fuckin' bitch.” Adam grumbles under his breath.

Charlie growls under her breath to Adam as she pointed to Adam, “well, what do you have for claiming they even love heaven at all! What and where is your proof.” Adam smirks as lute flies, getting a presentation. “I’m glad you asked bitch, LUTE HIT IT!” “GREAT PLEASURE SIR!” Lute yells back smiling as she starts up the slideshow.

*flashback*

You were cuddled by Adam as he was hand feeding you some of your favorite chips flavor. You made a nice purr sound as you snuggled against Adam, adam’s tough facade faded as his eyes soften. “You like me right? You won’t leave me?” You nodded to Adam as you nuzzled your face in his pudgy body. Adam smiled and looked forward at the tv.

The next day was you and lute having a flying race. With your cute chubby penguin body, you couldn’t fly well. But lute just smiled and picked you up to her chest and starts to fly around heaven. You smiled as you quacked out how beautiful and exciting this felt to fly with someone you deem who you liked. You clearly liked the fresh and heaven air as lute put you to the ground to go get ice cream with you.

*end of flashback*

Adam smiles with a laugh as lute and fist bump at the presentation they made of you basically feeling cozy as heaven here. The angels awe and coo at adam’s part of the flashback as some clapped at the nice friendly encounter you had with lute in the second part.

The court whispers again as Emily and sera look at each other. Emily grabs onto sera’s hand as sera glances at Emily and her hand. And finally at the Morningstars who have a pleading smile as you are beside them playing with a train you. Sera lets out a deep breath and opened her mouth for the whole court to hear.

“The court has spoken. The rightful place the reader belongs in, is……”

CLIFF HANGERRRR💗

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swan lake — sejanus plinth

sejanus harbours an aching crush for you, a head-in-the-clouds, daydreamer, covey girl from district 12. he’s determined to show you how he feels before you get swept up by some other guy, though it’s difficult when your head is seemingly stuck in the clouds. requested here

note: um hiii my hunger games obsession (and therefore sejanus obsession) is back after finishing sotr… this fic is for me and the 3 other sejanus fans on here (the rest of you come out of hiding please)

peacekeeper!sejanus x covey!reader, 1.5k words

Sejanus has been about as obvious as a guy can be about his feelings for you, and still, you’re yet to catch on. It’s not that you’re dumb. If anything, you’re a lot smarter than him. You write music like nothing else he’s ever heard, like sunlight spun into lyrics, and half of the words you use in them he doesn’t even understand.

As smart as you are, you’ve constantly got your head in the clouds. You’re not a ditz, but you’re always daydreaming about something or other, and you don’t tend to come down from the clouds often. Because of this, you’ve been completely oblivious to his advances.

You don’t seem to notice that he’s flirting when he does, and though you’ve accepted his flowers and pretty hair ribbons with a bashful smile, he’s seen you give the same smile to guys at the Hob after one of your performances with the Covey band.

Despite himself, Sejanus has continued to try. Today he’s managed to get the morning off from his Peacekeeper duties, and he’s not going to waste it. He’s already been to the markets to spend most of his money for the week on something for you. He knows the path to your meadow like the back of his hand. It’s not far from your place, your Covey don’t like you to stray too far.

You’re exactly where he’s expecting you to be when he gets there. Right at the edge of the pond, knee deep in the tall grass, squatting to feed the ducks. They’ve just had ducklings about a week ago, and you’re enamoured by them.

“Don’t be frightened, little ducks,” you’re saying in your lovely soft voice, as Sejanus approaches from behind. He tries to be quiet, so as not to startle you or your gaggle of ducks. There’s two adult ones, and four tiny fluffy ones, all crowded around your hand, which is filled with what looks like bits of stale cracker.

As Sejanus gets closer, he accidentally steps on a branch and it snaps, breaking the silence. One of the adult ducks spots him, gives a loud quack, and they all take off across the pond, the little ones in single file following their parents.

Whoops, Sejanus thinks.

“Hello, Sejanus,” you say knowingly, without turning round. Sejanus has no idea how you know it’s him, but he can’t say he’s surprised.

He watches as you pocket the remains of your crackers and dust your hands off on your flowy skirt, then turn around to face him.

“You scared my ducks,” you say, giving him an indignant look.

He’s well aware. “Sorry. I don’t think they like me.”

You shrug, then lift your skirt, the bottom hem stained with mud, and start wading through the grass towards him. “They would if you sang to them,” you say, like it’s obvious.

Sejanus highly doubts that. “Do you think so?” He asks, indulging you.

“Worked for me,” you say simply, coming to a stop right in front of him. You’re rather close — you tend to do that. He knows you’d give him his space if he cared, but he doesn’t.

“That’s ‘cos you sound like an angel, sweetheart,” he tells you. He’s not sugar-coating it. You really do.

You beam. “Well thanks, handsome,” you say, swaying happily on the spot, your skirts swishing. “What you got there?”

You point to his pocket, where he’s got his hand shoved, keeping your gift out of view.

“It’s a surprise,” he says, dipping his head down towards yours like you’re sharing a secret.

You hum, and lift your chin a bit, like you’re meeting him in the middle. You seem to do it without noticing.

“For me?” You ask hopefully.

Who else? Sejanus thinks. “Maybe,” he says conspiratorially. “You wanna see it?”

You nod eagerly.

“Alright,” he says. “Close your eyes, pretty.”

You do as you’re told, letting your eyes slip shut. Sejanus takes a moment to admire you, your hair tied back from your face with a cream coloured ribbon, your dewy skin, and the way the sun dips you in gold. You’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Put your hands out,” he says. You obey.

Sejanus pulls his hand out of his pocket and places a small box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine in your cupped hands. Your shoulders go up excitedly.

“Okay, you can open ‘em,” he says.

Your eyes fly open and land on the box. “It is really for me?” You ask, practically buzzing, and lift your eyes to meet his.

There’s a look in your eyes that Sejanus doesn’t quite understand, but it makes him nervous anyway. It’s quite often that you make him nervous seemingly without even trying.

He rubs the back of his neck. “Well, yeah,” he says. “‘Course it is. Open it, yeah?”

“Okay,” you say.

Sejanus watches as you open his gift with so much care you’d think he’d spent millions on it. You untie the twine, and that goes into your pocket, along with the brown paper wrapping. Sejanus holds his breath as you lift the lid of the box to reveal a silver heart pendant, engraved with a swan. Your favourite bird.

You go dead silent for a long moment. Sejanus wonders if you hate it.

“Sejanus…” you whisper. You pull the pendant from the box and brush your thumb over the engraved swan, as gentle as if it were a real one. For once, you seem lost for words.

“They didn’t have any chain,” Sejanus explains quickly. “But I thought you could tie it with one of your ribbons. Do you … like it?”

You lift your head, blinking rather rapidly. Sejanus realises with horror that your eyes are shining with tears.

“It’s beautiful,” you say. “I love it.”

Your bottom lip wobbles. Sejanus panics and grabs you.

“Don’t cry,” he says frantically. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him. The box digs into his ribs and you’ve made a fist around the pendant, your knuckles pressing into his chest.

“Sorry,” you gasp.

Sejanus frowns. He’s happy you like the gift but hates to see you cry. After a moment you come out, pulling your face away from his chest, freeing one hand to scrub at your damp cheeks. You haven’t cried much, only a few tears. You blink up at him, a bit like a doe.

“Sorry,” you say again. “I don’t mean to, but I always cry when I see something beautiful.”

You open up your palm and gaze at the pendant again, as if checking it’s real. Sejanus waits for you to say something else but you don’t.

“So you like it?” He asks tentatively.

You laugh, and it sounds as pretty and as light as birdsong. “Yes. I love it, it’s perfect.”

You squeeze your fist back around the pendant and hold it to your heart. Then you lift your eyes to Sejanus’, giving him this look that makes his heart race.

“Thank you, Sejanus,” you say softly, reverently almost, like he’s one of your wild ducks.

Sejanus feels flowers blooming in his chest as if you’ve put them there and nurtured them. He’s about to wrap you up in his arms again when you say,

“Do you think I could give you something, too?” In this lilting, hopeful tone.

Sejanus blinks. “Yeah, sure, honey.” He can’t imagine what, but you tend to carry a lot of miscellaneous things you’ve foraged in your pockets. A pretty rock, maybe?

“Okay.” You sound almost shy, which is completely new, and trips Sejanus up a bit. He wonders what on earth it is that you’re about to give him. “Close your eyes, then.”

Sejanus does as he’s told. He hears you rustling around in your pocket for a second, before he feels you step closer, the toes of your boots touching his. He smells all your smells, that sweet flowery scent you seem to live in a cloud of, plus the warm vanilla in your hair. Then come your hands, both palms flat on his chest.

“Stay still,” you whisper, and Sejanus startles at how close you sound, your breath actually brushing his lips.

He realises what you’re about to do a second before you do it. Your hands press to his chest for stability and then your mouth lands on his, soft and gentle, but earnest all the same. You kiss him gently, shyly, but with so much warmth it tingles, and you taste like sugar. Sejanus grabs you, hands hot on your waist, and kisses you back.

He forces himself to exercise a bit of restraint so as not to scare you off after the first kiss. When you pull away, you’re flushed, and you won’t look him in the eye, though he thanks you and gives you another kiss on your warm cheek.

You press your palm to the spot he’s kissed, looking as flustered as he’s ever seen you. He’s been a fool, Sejanus realises. You weren’t as oblivious as he thought you were, after all.

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

I fully forgot the fukcing banger of a short scene that I wrote on the bus home from work the other day so I opened my doc only to get decked with this as my last line:

“And I think you’ll find that as you live, and as the pain lessens, there’s a lot in life you don’t know, but that you know more than you used to, and life with get more bearable the more time you spend it living.” 

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[lieslab]

A nest of our own

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Pairing: Felix X gn reader

Summary: After seeing baby chicks, you're convinced Felix and you can become poultry parents.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

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“Sweetheart, you know we can’t get them, right?” 

You waved off Felix’s words as you stared down at the large plastic bin. After hearing a friend talk about the grain store having poultry for sale, you jumped at the chance to appear with Felix. Wood shavings sat on the bottom and a heat lamp radiated warmth. Faint chirps, quacks, and cheeps filled the air. 

“I know, but look at them. Aren’t they just the cutest thing? Look at them!” Your lips pushed into a smile. “The baby chicks are so cute and fluffy, just like you!” 

On the defense, he side-eyed and he scowled at you. “I’m not fluffy. Cute? Obviously. Fluffy?” 

“Your hair is kinda fluffy.” 

“Fluffy? More stiff and on the verge of falling out. One more bleaching session and I-” 

“Look!” You tugged on his hand and pointed out one of the fluffy yellow chicks. Curious beady black eyes, small peeps, and a neck craned back to look at the two giants before him. “Isn’t he adorable? He’s looking right at us.” 

“How do you know he’s a he?” 

“Because I just do.” 

His arm wrapped around your waist. His chin went to your shoulder and he sighed. “Yeah, he is pretty cute. I wish we could pick them up, but the sign says we’re not allowed to touch them.” 

“Do you like the baby ducks or chicks more?” 

He hummed softly and glanced between the few bins. About a foot away from the first large plastic tub, a second sat up with a similar set-up. The same brand of heat lamp and wood shavings. A plastic container holding enough water to let them drink from it, but not enough for the animals to drown. Another held starter food to nurture their bodies. 

“They’re both pretty cute. I like the little webbed feet the ducks have. I bet they’re going to grow up and be great swimmers.” 

“I don’t know about the ducks, but I think these are egg-laying chickens. They’ll grow up and after a while, they’ll be able to lay eggs. I like the egg-laying chickens. I’d rather have these than have the chickens that are meant to be butchered.” 

“There’s a difference between chickens?” 

You shifted, so you could look at him. “You didn’t know that?” 

“Chicken is chicken,” he shrugged. “I get eggs and meat from the grocery store. I’ve never really questioned if there was a difference between the two. I probably should have known, but it’s never been that deep for me. I eat to nurture myself and try not to think about the chickens. If I think about it too much, I’ll cry.” 

You reached up and gently patted his cheek. “You’re cute. Almost as cute as these babies.” 

“I’m losing to baby chicks and ducks? You don’t even know their names.” 

“I know they’re cute.” 

He gestured to the second bin. “Is that duck eating his…” His face scrunched and he trailed off. “Ew.” 

Your own grimace followed. “Yeah, I forgot they eat their own excrement sometimes.” 

“Ew!” 

“They’re just babies!” You defended them. “There’s not much for them to do, so how are they supposed to know?” 

“That’s so gross!” 

“You ate an entire banana with the peel on!” 

“It wasn’t my own bowel movement!” 

“Might as well have been.” 

As the curious baby chick watched your bickering, it’s head tipped to the side. Not understanding your words, but understanding enough to know that something between the two of you was wrong. That’s why it spun around and hurried back beneath the heat lamp. Pillowing itself between brothers and sisters, it hunkered down, eager to warm itself back up. 

~ ~ ~ 

A week later, you sat with your hands on your hips on the living room couch. “Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but it’s done. There’s no going back. The two of us are going to be parents to baby-” 

Across the way, you were cut off with a loud sharp peep. You shoved yourself from the couch and hurried over to the plastic tub. Down below, eight baby chicks fought over a spot for warmth beneath the heat lamp. The way you adjusted it, there wasn’t enough room for all eight. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Hold on, let me fix this.” You reached over and adjusted the lamp, leaning it back to cover more square area. 

One ball of fluff leaned over with a beak and pecked another sibling in the head. You gasped, reached down, and gently cupped them to bring them to your chest. Frantic peeps instantly filled the air. The fear of falling filled the bird, just as an infant would fear. 

“Hey, that’s not nice. I know you’re upset, but I’m working on it.” You frowned, hoping the chicken would understand. “Just because you’re impatient and angry, it doesn’t mean that you can fight your sibling. Please, calm down.” 

As you continued to lecture the small bird, the front door swung open. Felix kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag, and glanced up. A smile filled his face and then it fell. The puffy yellow ball in your hands poked out between the slips of your fingers. 

“Baby?” 

You jerked to the side with wide eyes. About the same time, the baby chick in your hands chirped loudly. You shushed the bird softly, reached down, and gently placed it in the front pocket of your overalls. “Let me talk to your father first.” 

“What are you…” He padded closer, worrying about the plastic tub behind you. “Did you purchase-” 

“Okay, listen. I know you said no, but I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’ve spent the past three days researching and making sure I know how to properly take care of them. I think I’ve become an expert on chicken enrichment and nurturing.” 

About that time, the peep in your pocket pecked at the faded denim. Felix glanced down, but he couldn’t find the energy to be mad at you. Not when something so small and delicate sat in your pocket. He moved closer, grabbed your front chest pocket, and peeked over the edge. 

“Honey, why did you put him in there?” 

“Because he needed a time out for pecking his brother. Back to my point, I know what I’m doing. Come on, Felix, you can’t say no to them.” You reached down and pulled up the baby chick. “Just like I said the other day, they’re so cute. There’s eight of them, just like you and your members!” 

“Does that make this one Seungmin Junior?” He reached out, slowly brushing a finger over the top of the baby’s head. “Didn’t you say these were egg-laying chickens? Wouldn’t that make these chickens hens? Girl chickens?” 

“It turns out they have roosters and hens. I just got a boxful and called it a day. If we do it right, we can fertilize the eggs and then we can be grandparents.” 

“Oh, dear.” 

 “You don’t want to be grandparents with me?” You frowned, meeting his eyes. 

“No, I think it’s a nice idea in theory, but baby, we don’t have a coop. We have a backyard, but there’s no fence for them to roam. Don’t we have to worry about predators, too?” 

“You worry too much. I have it all planned out. Just wait until you see what I ordered off a website. It’s all the pieces to a coop, but it comes with instructions, and I can put it together. I was thinking when they start laying eggs, we can get a cute basket to collect them in.” 

“You’re really not giving me a choice here, are you?” 

“Nope.” 

He reached out and slowly cupped the chick from your hand. “He is a pretty cute guy. What are we seriously going to name them? How are we doing to tell the difference between them all? They look the same.” 

“I’m still figuring it out, but in the meantime, we’re fresh parents to a batch of kids.” 

He stepped forward, peeking in on the rest of the flock. He went from chick-to-chick, taking notice of how many huddled beneath the red radiance of the heat lamp. “You said there’s eight?” 

“Yes! They said you had to buy eight at once, so I got all eight. I can’t wait until they grow up!” You grinned, rocking back and forth on your feet. “I think they’ll make great family members. Plus, we’ll have fresh eggs.” 

“Or a nice Sunday dinner.” 

Your head whipped back. “You’re going to eat our kids?” 

He shrugged and reached back down to pet the chicken back in his hands. “I’m just saying it’s a possibility.” 

“You’re a horrible father.” 

The bird leaned forward, pecking the skin of Felix’s hand. “Ow!” He hissed, leaned down, and let the chick rush beneath the heat lamp. “You little-” 

“That’s what you get for not being very nice to our kid.” 

“I’ll turn him into a nugget.” 

“Behave or I’ll report you to Changbin for child abuse and let him straighten you out.” 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah? What’s he going to do?” 

“Headlock of doom.” 

“Sounds more like a reward than a punishment.” 

“While I bleach your hair again.” 

He gasped, spinning back around to face you. “You wouldn’t!” 

“Be nice to our kids.” 

“Fine.” 

You leaned forward, cupping his face in the process. “I know you didn’t think we could, but I’ve got it all under control.” 

“I’m a little worried, but I trust you. They’ll make a good addition to our dynamic duo. Maybe I’ll get Hyunjin to help me make little signs to decorate their coop.” 

“Like?” 

“Cluck around and find out.” He grinned, eyes lighting up in the process. “You can never go wrong with chicken puns.” 

You leaned closer, planting a quick kiss to a freckled-stamped cheek. “I’ll allow it since we’re working on this together. Since you’re home, let’s go.” You slipped a hand through his. “I got a bunch of baby-name books from the library, so we have to pick out names.” 

He laughed, unable to stop the utter admiration from pouring out of his body. “You’re cute. I love you so much, my little chicken tender.” 

You slowly turned your head, casting judgement upon him. He grinned again, showing off two rows of pearly white teeth. “What? Too early for another chicken pun?” 

“That’s it, you’re spending the night in the coop.” 

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