#the only downside to all of this is the smell but it's nothing I can't handle

[theyeontheskullship]

How's the sewage treatment plant job going? Has your viewership tanked?

Oh it's surprisingly going great!

At first I was kinda iffy about the idea of me going down there in the first place, but scrubbing tanks actually hasn't been that bad!

Plus I've been able to interview a lot of the underappreciated watchdogs that work down there, and learn about their jobs!

And as for my viewership it hasn't tanked as far as I know, in fact I think it may have even went up a little bit!

[nightlight-stardust-and-rain]

But what if Koyuki became a ghost, like, mere hours after her death? She was so very determined to not let her fiancé suffer another awful loss that she just noped out of heaven. She has a wonderful boy to marry and cherish, thank you very much!

Sadly she gets to him after Muzan does. At which point Hakuji is busy being driven insane by the hunger of a newly-born demon. Good thing that there's precisely sixty-seven freshly killed bodies near him!

Point is. Koyuki being with him as soon as he regains his senses (she had the very good idea to stay away from Muzan, he gave her a very bad feeling). Obviously he doesn't remember anything but I think having a living breathing reminder of his past with him would make him remember real fast. So he would still go by Hakuji I think.

Koyuki learns how to make herself solid enough to touch things after a few months or a few years, and Hakuji and her spend a very long time not letting go of each other's hands. Once she is able to touch things, being a ghost becomes much less sad. She can stay with Hakuji forever, there is literally no downside to that!

Koyuki being a ghost is also much less angsty than it sounds because now she's functionally invincible : she can't die of old age, blows and blades go through her, and she can't be poisoned since she can't eat. Really, not being able to eat is the saddest thing about being dead, but she figures that since Hakuji is unable to eat human food now it's only fair that she can't either! The vows say in sickness and in health after all.

Speaking of. They don't actually stay engaged that long. Of course, the wedding of a ghost and a demon sounds like a joke, but once Hakuji masters shapeshifting enough to make himself look human it's not that hard to find a priest who'd marry them (really the hardest part is to convince the priest to hold the ceremony when the sun's down). So they've actually been married for a long time when canon comes in!

Koyuki thinks that Hakuji's pink hair is soooo cute. She's also aware that his hair color and the snowflake of his demon art come from her, and she's super touched. She kind of regrets not being able to change clothes, she'd like to wear things blue like Hakuji's eyes!

Obviously having his memories since almost the beginning means that Hakuji faces a certain dilemna when it comes to eating. Koyuki helps him with finding a solution, and after a while they figure that Hakuji can go the scavenger route - find bodies that have been freshly killed so he doesn't need to kill - or eat horrible people, which is still murder but eh you do what you gotta do.

Koyuki and Hakuji, free from human restrictions, travel the whole country several times over. They don't fear illness or the elements anymore - they can play in the rain or in the snow and climb freezing mountains and neither of them needs to breathe so they can dive into the oceans mingling with the fish for hours. For Koyuki, who's always been so restricted by her frail body, this is nothing short of a dream come true. And she gets to spend eternity with her husband!

Koyuki manages to avoid Muzan's awareness by virtue of being able to be invisible and having no presence to speak of. Hakuji can feel her spirit like he can everyone's, but she has no smell and no mass and she is dead so if she goes invisible no one can know she's here except Hakuji.

Hakuji and Koyuki don't try to break the curse Hakuji is under because they're not aware it can be broken. They don't like Muzan at all but they don't have any other choice.... Of course Hakuji once tried to tell Koyuki that she wasn't bound to his master, so she could leave if she wanted to, but he didn't even get to finish his sentence before getting yelled at. At some point they learn of Tamayo, though, and, well.... It's a very interesting thing to learn.

Also! Koyuki being dead means that she's absolutely sturdy enough to learn Soryuu! I think she would want to learn to honor her father and also because Hakuji finds so much joy in it and she wants to share that with him. She's not much for fighting, and they both try to avoid demon slayers because those guys are just doing their job and they feel bad if Hakuji has to kill one of them (and anyway Hakuji is actually pretty low-key as far as demons go, what with being mostly a scavenger... And they move around a lot so they're pretty untraceable - all in all Hakuji is pretty much never specifically hunted by demon slayers).

They spend much of their time holding hands because even after centuries they're still ridiculously in love, and they may in fact have some separation anxiety (you can't blame them, the last time they were separated ended very badly for both of them).

They go see the fireworks every year and visit Keizo's grave often to tell him about their travels :)

Also! Just thought about this but I remember reading somewhere that Akaza's demon marks were actually related to his thief tattoos in the sense that they were marks of his crimes. But like. Are we talking murdered-67-swordsmen kind of crimes or killed-and-ate-people kind of crimes? Because if it's the latter, then it means that the marks developed over time (weird to think about) but also that in this au he might not have those marks at all since he kills. WAY LESS people than he presumably does in canon. Like he's mostly a scavenger which still falls under "eating humans" but....... Idk the point is that in this au Hakuji might have way less or different demon markings.

[thatgoblin]

Just a fun idea I may delve into should the depression and anxiety wane.

Your mom remarried after your dad dies, making you and your twin brother, Alex, move across the world to live with your new step dad and step brother, Johnny. Not only did you move, but so did your step family. It’s an old fixer-upper, and your mom loves it. She's in the real estate business, and it's perfect to keep the whole family busy over summer break and give everyone bonding time.

All you care about is that you moved over 6,000 miles away from everything you knew. Even if Scotland was a place you had always wanted to visit, it's now tainted by you being forced to live with your idiot step brother, who you barely understand.

While Alex is introduced to Johnny's friends, you're left at home because 'boys only'. Sticking to your mom's side, trying to have the least amount of interaction with your step dad, you slowly get used to the place. Sure, there's creaks and groans, but the house is stupid old. Sometimes, you hear people murmuring in a room down the hall when no one else is home, but you're sure it's just a radio your mom left on while painting a room.

Then Alex starts hating his room. It smells horrible, and no matter how much he cleans, it just smells like rotten meat. Johnny and him end up sharing a room to escape the smell, and it works for a while until the smell follows to Johnny's room with twice the intensity.

Your mom refuses to think it's weird and continues on as if nothing is happening, only giving air sprays to fight the stench.

A couple of weeks have gone by before Johnny’s friends visit. They keep to themselves as you work to clean out the attic, your mom giving you the option to use that as your room so Alex can have his own room again. You're almost done moving things when you're being hit with tiny pebbles in the back of the head. Frustrated, you spin to yell at Johnny or Alex or even his friends, but no one is there.

They stay the night, and unbeknownst to anyone, they use an old pendant to ask spirits questions. It was just something spooky to do for fun, but when you get jerked out of bed, someone dragging you by the ankle, your screams wake everyone up.

Of course your mom thinks it was just a bad dream despite your statements of being awake. The boys don't say anything, unusually quiet. From then on, it gets worse and not just for you.

Alex gets hit in the head by a cupboard door slamming shut on its own. Johnny keeps finding roaches in his bed, no matter that he leaves the blankets off or doesn't eat in his room. Your mom and step dad are oblivious, not having experienced anything other than you and your siblings being 'dramatic.' Things keep falling in Alex's first room. There's nothing in there, it's empty, but there's thuds of objects falling. Your books, Alex's game controllers, Johnny’s shoes, etc.

Finally, something happens that your parents can't deny. You're minding your own business when the thumps start again. You're used to it by now and ignore it. All of you do.

But this time it gets louder and louder. Your mom goes to the stairs to yell at Alex and Johnny to knock it off, but everyone is downside the livingroom while you and her were in the kitchen. Staring at one another, the thumps stop at the top of the stairs as the sound of creaking rope as something swings comes from the vaulted ceiling.

Looking up, you fall down as you choke on your own spit as everyone panics.

Looking back down at you is a man who had hung himself, smiling with wide eyes. You know the man as well, making it even more horrific.

It's your deceased father, who had passed from hanging himself almost 3 years ago, 6,000 miles away in a house that had since been destroyed.

[rhersimp]

Rating Every Monster in the first Fear and Hunger on how Hard they Fuck:

For the sake of simplicity, I'm specifically using this list only to talk about Fear and Hunger's Monsters. Gods both new and old won't be included, but humanoid or formerly human beings like the cavedwellers or Pocket Cat will be. Got it? Cool. I’m only making a part two if Miro sees this and demands it of me.

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1) Maneba - Something something tentacle sex monster joke yada yada. But for real tho, you'd probably get the same amount of sexual satisfaction jacking off into a plastic grocery bag in my opinion. Plus, talking to them reveals that they aren't very passionate creatures overall, so foreplay would probably suck. 4/10

2) The Guards - Probably some of the most intense dick game you're ever going to get in your life, provided that you survive it of course. Otherwise, they're pretty graceless, they can't dirty talk you, and you might lose one or more limbs. Not a great package deal for most. 5/10

3) Ghouls - Probably your most sympathetic option. The fact that they were once normal humans can abate some of the horrors if you're into fucking corpses. Not to mention that showing them love through marriage to become a more powerful being entirely. Truly a romance endorsed by Sylvian. Just keep in mind the corpse smell is there forever. 7/10

4) Lizardman – A beast for the scalies out there. These guys fight hard and fuck hard, but it's probably a little crude and simplistic. If you're a human, they're probably going to skin you alive at some point, though preferably after the sex? Don't overestimate the lizard tongue thing tho, it's not worth the hype. 5/10

5) The Night Lurch – There are just a lot of rapists in the dungeon aren't there? Like it's not just me? The dungeon must just be primo real estate to these guys I guess. Anyway, their spiny cock is probably a masochist's dream, and the extra prehensile cocks are def a nice touch, but unless you're a biastophile, they might come off a little too pushy in the long run. It would probably be a one-and-done and he wouldn't kiss you goodnight. 6/10

6) Cavedwellers  - Despite the weird, semi-racist implications of their origin, I think these guys are real gentlemen underneath it all. They're likely very practiced from having nothing to do but fuck all day to stay busy, and they'd make sure that you got off before they finished. They've also got some incredible endurance, so they can wait out the long game if you need to. So long as you never attempt to have a conversation with them they'll probably love you long time. 6 or 7/10

7) Miner Spectre and Other Spectres– Something tells me that the combination of existing only as ethereal beings plus the downside of being in a constant state of bitterness and agony isn't a recipe for good head. 0/10

8) Mumbler – This is a case of 'don't judge a book by its cover'. It's sad too, cause they're constantly erect and they've definitely got the goods, but even without the explosion hazard they're pretty unwieldy and hard to smash, plus fucking them is just an increased chance of brain-eating syphilis. Also, they're just terrible kissers. 2/10

9) Greater Mumbler – Now this is a creature of charisma, of elegance and joie de vivre! Unlike their counterparts, they've really got everything going for themselves: supple bodies, sexual versatility, free will from the god of the depths. I really don't think you get much sexier than that. Yes, there's still the explosion risk and the brain illness to consider, but also consider the depthussy. High 7 to 8/10

10) Scarab – I mean, if you can talk to them it might be down to clown. They're pretty reasonable manners wise, so they'd probably try to make sure you were having a good time. There's just no real way to do anything other than hands and mouth stuff, and you can't even get them off as a thank you so the whole affair just feels one-sided and awkward (unless maybe they cum acid?) Don't get me wrong, it's okay if you do tap it, but if I were you I wouldn't brag about having done it, you know what I mean? 4/10

11) Moonless Guard – Considering that the reason this thing exists at all is because a guard convinced a moonless wolf to a marriage is probably a sign of what you're getting into here. Trying to fuck this thing looks like it comes with more downsides then up ones though, mostly thanks to a giant mouth that cannot suck or smooch you. Is the half-animal half-guard dick good enough to risk the endless track marks and the very possible limb loss? Eh. 4/10

12) Body Snatcher – This thing knows the human body inside and out for sure, and it can use its multiple arms to tickle your ass into willing submission. Additionally, as a follower of the depths, it can probably hit your prostate/g-spot pretty fast and hard. If anything, this guy is probably a show-off with how much skill its got. The only turn-off comes from the fact that it's more insect than it is a doll/humanoid puppet figure, and that's more of a matter of perspective than anything else wouldn't you say? 8/10

13) Lord of the Flies - They've good a lot of strong qualities for sure. Big and burly, fluffy, Gordon Ramsey's face, ect. They could also manhandle your ass real good to be really domineering if that's your thing. It's too bad that they're insanely smelly tho, cause unless you get hot for the smell of wet dog rot, you're probably gonna puke all over him and that might kill the mood. Still, if you can stomach the smell, they might be worth it, provided he doesn't just kill you on sight or whatever. 7/10

14) Uterus – You know, I thought these things were called mannequins before looking more into their origins. That was a simpler, kinder time of ignorance. These things were created by a very bad person for extremely niche sexual reasons. Yes, you can sex it up, but know that if you do fuck it, you've earned every bit of judgment and revulsion that comes your way babe. 5/10

15) White Angel – Now this is hunk, pure and simple. Not exactly everyone's first choice what with the lack of genitalia and their dopey-looking arms, but just look at the fucking build of this thing! This guy's prime material for rutting up against on a cold night for sure, and who says hand stuff is off the table completely? He looks like he's got a couple of malformed fingers he could stick up your holes. The whole 'him being born out of your grudges' thing is also incredibly sexy all by itself like c'mon. 7 or 8/10

16) Lizardmage – With the proficiency of the yellow mages and the lizardmen's strength you've got something special on your hands if you manage to swing one of them. It'd be an interesting challenge to make out for sure, but this is probably the closest chance you're going to get to suck and fuck a magic dinosaur. Don't you dare tell me that you'd pass that up just because 'you can't get into a comfortable position' or 'the whole affair feels a little too close to having sex with a horse' or whatever. Pussy excuses! I will actively mock you if you turn down this incredible opportunity. 7/10

17) Cavemother – If you tell me that all you want in life is to smash your frothy sex organs up against the Cavemother, my only response to that will be 'Good, about time'. This poor creature lives for the sole purpose of getting laid and if you make it your mission in life to help them fulfill that goal I think that says a lot about your good and moral character. However, this is definitely a charity project, cause I get the impression smashing this creature probably just feels like rubbing yourself down with beef jerky before you get crushed under their weight anyway. They do have nice tits that can be milked, however. 5/10

18) Crow Mauler – Easily everyone's first choice, and how could you blame them? This dude's got train engine hips that can body you in a minute and abs like a garage door. The fact that he stalks you through the dungeon determined to decapitate you in a single blow is just the cherry on top of it all really. Honestly, your chances of getting laid before he kills your ass are fairly low, but it really comes down to the kinda bets you're willing to take. If you manage to pull it off and still have a pulse you're a goddamned sigma chad beast. 10/10

19) Molded – If you've got a thing for fucking raw meat I guess these are your guys. The whole thing does vibe on like an ero guro type level or whatever. I just feel like you'd also have to be aroused by misery too though, cause these things are sad to just look at for fuck's sake. No hands, arms, dicks, or even a decent fighting strategy, they're truly pathetic. I mean idk dude, feels a little mean-spirited to entertain the thought even. 3/10

20) Blights – They're literal god dinosaurs that can fly around and eat your face off. You could probably manage a much more viscerally graphic and sensual 'magic carpet ride' scene if you were seeking romance beforehand. I'm not seeing much in the way of 'fun stuff to stuff your genitals in' however, and what's more, they kind've have a similar texture to the molded which is kinda ehhh. A unique choice and it'll give you an interesting story, but I don't see it developing into romance or much else after the deed's been done. 6/10

21) Cavegnomes -   The cavemother's kids, but lord are they hella dumb. They seem so unenthusiastic about doing basic shit like even just engaging with you that I have a difficult time understanding where the apple fell in relation to the tree. If you manage to track one down and put your hot bod anywhere near them it's probably not going to last longer than a few minutes and you'll have nothing to show for the wasted effort. Good job genius, you basically just tried to fuck a bird. 2/10

22) Butterfly – Honestly fuck the cockroach king, what a fucking loser. The butterfly is sweet and has an earnest goal they're working toward. If the prospect of becoming their final form came through the two of you fucking they'd likely be down, but I somehow doubt the God of the Depths is that good-natured. If you're anything like me you'll probably want to baby him and make the whole affair very sweet, especially rubbing his lil wing nubs a bunch as you kiss his proboscis. If you are anything but gentle and sweet to the butterfly I will hunt you down myself. 7 or 8/10

23) Human Hydra – Now I know what you're thinking, 'Isn't this thing basically already just a big orgy ball of people as is? What will adding my weight actually do in the long run?' The answer is nothing! It's virtually useless! You'd have a better time losing yourself to the Sylvian bunny cult, cause at least they're not going to taunt you with COD lobby-level insults about your mom or whatever. 1/10

24) Black Witch – Just your average working-class gal living it up in the dungeon. Probably into some freaky pain-play magic stuff thanks to Gro-goroth so if that's up your alley then you're definitely in for a good time for sure. Not gonna lie tho, her lips look hella chapped and while I can completely sympathize (chapped-lipped girl gang for life), it does raise the question of how much bodily maintenance she's up kept to this point. Then again, you're fucking monsters in a dungeon so like…why am I even bringing this up? Whatever, she's got a mad sexy laugh. 7 or 8/10

25) Iron Shakespeare – The Statue of Liberty's sexy serial killer cousin. While kissing is probably off the table unless you like the taste of rusty coins, it looks like it'd be a lot of fun to spank his iron butt armor just to hear the 'PTUUUUUUUNG' sound that would come out of doing so. The fire is a bit of a hazard, and maybe you don't want to get too serious in the throes of passion as a result, but grinding up on some semi-warm metal probably isn't too different from your average night alone amirite y'all? 7/10

26) Trotur – This guy was definitely banned from most BDSM munches and it really shows. The dude does not have a safe word and does not care about whether or not you get off or not. Just a really horrible dom all around and I would not recommend giving him your Fetlife account. Like yeah, I get that there's someone for everyone out there, but I promise you that endurance is a finite resource and eventually this dude's 'I'm going to torture you past your human limits' act is going to get old. 3/10

27) Skin Granny – I'm just thinking that if that's what it'll do to your face imagine what it'll do to your foreskin amirite? 1/10

28) Salmonsnake – It's got good voring potential, and I imagine that its skin is probably very self-lubricating which gives it some points. The tongue also has some interesting capabilities, but truthfully, it comes across as a monster you'd have more fun eating seasoned than eating out. Then again, there's no rule saying that you can't do both, just make sure you tell people you fucked something closer to a dragon than an axolotl so that people will be more impressed. 6/10

29) Double-Headed Crow Mauler – I wish I could say that there's never too much of a good thing, but in this case I feel like you're not going to get a double dose of all the good stuff if you know what I mean. Still, it might be nice to have a partner coax one of the heads into some heavy petting while you go nuts on it from the other end. He'll definitely murder you both once you're done so it's absolutely worth the effort imo. 9.5/10

30) Red Man – Poor little guy, fuck Ronn Chambara's sadistic ass. This dude just needs some kisses and loving whispers and he'll be super sweet on you. It'll probably be the first pleasurable experience he's had in a long time, so don't take it too personally if he tries to smash you with his big fists at first. It might be kind've brutal foreplay, but patience and care will turn this angy boy into a gentle pile of salami.  7/10

31) Nameless – This guy is very much about quality control, so he's not going to let just anyone slob his knob. I like to imagine that he holds the exact same trials to bone him as he does to pass through the Golden Temple. Suffice to say the man (golem?) has high standards, very much so for what ultimately boils down to fucking a giant rock. Also, unless you're really into the taste of grit, this might be a make-out session worth skipping. 4 or 5/10

32) Old Guardian – A big ol' Alll-Mer simp, he's definitely going to play hard to get. Still, I don't see why that should restrict the guy from getting some game on in the meantime. Aside from his amazing fashion sense, I imagine that he and the Nameless are probably alike in many ways, the biggest of which being that they're both sentient rock people who probably fuck like rocks and have very high standards. The main difference between them is the patience of the Guardian, so chances are you can stand to fuck up a little more moves-wise around this guy and he'll be less judgemental. Well, you know, hopefully. 5/10

33) Harvestman – ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 10/10

34) Lady of the Moon – Normally I'd just chalk this up to being a Maneba on classy mode, but there's genuinely some sexual provenance here. She's got three very kissable faces and I imagine it would probably feel really nice to run your fingers through her tentacles. Sure, she might ask you to commit some child trafficking, but that's just the sort of trade-off you have to decide is worth your while or not! How far are you willing to go to get sloppy toppy off one of Rher's finest minions? And is anyone really gonna blame you for falling into the temptation? Probably, but fuck 'em. 8 or 9/10

35) Pocket Cat – Speaking of Rher's finest minions and all, I'd be remiss not to include the man, the myth, the legend himself. He's a gentleman, a man of consent and good standing and good breeding! It's too bad that you're probably too old for him in this go around, but again, I'm sure that for the small price of child abuse he'd be willing to give you a little peck on the cheek. Is it worth it? Yes. 10/10

[shipblogbecausesure]

Hello! I don't mean to annoy or bother you since I know you've already done so much of this ship but

Could you do Liu x Ej but Ej turned into a human because of whatever (temporary or permanent however you want), he thought itd be amazing to be human again but hes just feeling insecure and missing his strong tall demon form, so Liu comforts him (also defends him from jeff who's picking (fights) on jack since hes more of Jeff's level and a lot weaker)

Sorry I'm answering this late, school's been a little annoying and i forgot I still had this ask. But now I'm on break for a week (Canadian) so I can do it!

Jack had noticed it as soon as he woke up that morning. The lack of claws, the unusually cool body temperature, and the lack of sense he had. He could make out the sound of muffled talking coming from down the hall but nowhere near as loud as it should be and even then he couldn't tell who it was when he should have through either his hearing or smell. He just had... nothing. What was going on with him? Of course he'd told Slender, it's not exactly something he could hide, and if anyone could figure out what to do it would be him. But Slender had been useless. Not even he knew what was going on, and all he'd done was tell Jack he wouldn't make him go out scouting and the only work he'd have was patch people up. He was walking down the hall to get to the medical room they had when he bumped into someone, leading to him falling back and onto the ground.

"Hey! What the- Wait, E.J?" Jack sighed internally. Why'd it have to be Jeff? That was the last person he wanted to deal with in this situation. "Either I'm imagining things or you look... strangely human today. The hell's that about?" he asked.

E.J got to his feet.

"None of your business." he snapped, "I'm really not in the mood to chat right now so I'm going to leave now." He tried to walk again only to run into Jeff again. He was blocking the way. "Move out of my way, Jeff, or-"

Before he could finish Jeff cut in.

"Or what? What will you do? You can hardly take me on a normal day, and by the looks of it, you seem to be pretty human right now." Jeff grabbed him from the front of his hoodie, picking him up and bringing him to eye level, "So I dare you. Finish that sentence, see what happens." he challenged.

Jack gritted his teeth. He'd almost never felt this... Powerless.

"Let him go, now."

Liu. Jeff sighed but slowly lowered him to the ground. Before E.J could say something he felt Liu grab his arm and begin walking him away. Liu brought him to a room, shutting the door behind them and helping E.J sit down. It took him a moment but he realized he was sitting on a bed. They had to be in his room now. Add being constantly unsure of where he was to the list of reasons he hated this situation...

"You alright?" he asked. E.J was quiet for a moment. At first, he had the urge to lie. Say he was fine, make an excuse, but... then he'd be a hypocrite. Besides maybe talking about it would help.

"Honestly? No... I'm not..." Liu put his arm around Jack, resting his head on the other's shoulder. "I just- This is all so hard... sure there's ya know- downsides to being a host, we both know that but- I got used to it. I got used to how... strong I was. Hell, it even allowed me to be able to navigate without sight. And- and now all of that is just gone..." he said, "Nobody knows what's going on, not even me, and I don't know how long this is going to last I just- I feel so... helpless..."

Liu ran his hand down his back, trying to be comforting.

"I won't say I understand this, because I know I can't. I don't rely as heavily on Sully to do something as simple as find my way around and I don't know what it's like to lose that. Just know, I'm here for you alright? However long this lasts, I'll do what I can to help you figure it out."

E.J gave him a small smile.

"What did I do to deserve such a great boyfriend?" he asked. Liu kissed his cheek.

"I could ask you the same thing. But here we are, and that has to count for something"

[blubushie]

RANT/NSFT/SOME TRAUMA-DUMPING INCOMING

Sometimes I think about how I could just suddenly decide to make this a Sniper roleplay blog one day and not tell anyone and no one would notice because nothing would change.

"Yeah nah I'm out in New Mexico for a job–" I've already been to New Mexico for work. Expected.

"This month's target is–" Sometimes I do have specific targets. Sometimes I take bounties. Massive razorback that's already gored 2 sheep to death and wounded a third? Gonna pay me $500 to kill him? I'm on it. I'll bring the bastard's hide back in two days.

"Dad's yelling at me about my job again. Mum's begging me to come home. I've always been an other in my own country. I've never fit in. My own country doesn't want me." All me, baby.

There'd be no difference.

And sometimes people forget that this is my life. That I'm not a roleplay blog. Sometimes people kinda romanticise the whole bushman thing. They only see the upsides and don't see the downsides. I've been involved with some rough crowds. I'm damaged as a human being. I've done some bad things to survive. I'd done bad things because I wanted to. I've lost my head a few times too many. I've almost lost my life a few times more.

How do I look into my father's eyes and expect him not to see the person I've become? How do I hold my mother's hands and expect her not to see the blood on mine?

What people think my life is like—maybe that's my fault. Maybe I talk too much about the fun bits. Maybe I preach too highly of the stars, or the sunrises and sunsets, or the summer storms, or the beaches, or my encounters with the wildlife. Maybe I don't talk enough about how terrifying Australia can be. What it's like to wake up to the smell of smoke and be forced to outpace a bushfire with a smoking engine and a terrified, screaming dog next to you. How I'll wake up in the middle of the night to thunder in the Outback and I'll get Misty and leave because I'm not going to be caught in another tornado. How I've had my windscreen shattered with hail the size of billiard balls. How I've been chased up trees by angry pigs. How I've been caught in floods. What it's like to feel the moisture evaporate off your tongue as you die of dehydration. How I've been so thirsty I've drank my own urine. How I've been so hungry I've eaten dog kibble.

I can't read social situations. I'm autistic, so that's always been difficult, but I've lived in the bush since I was 19. I have spent most of my adult life without human contact. I've tailored myself to Australia's wildlife and that makes me act strange sometimes.

I piss in jars so I can pour them out near my camps to keep dingos away. I think I could take a dingo, but I'm not going to risk the safety of my dog.

I have a tendency to stare because when you stare at dingos and keep eye contact it's a territorial challenge. Stand your ground and they won't attack you. I find myself doing this to people that are no threat to me. It's the clerk at the servo, an old man at the shops, the lady across the street. I've been told it's creepy, and I can't help it.

I've forgotten how to act around people. I've built up this façade all my life to mask the autism because it's ostracised me, so I can appear more "normal," and it's funny how 15 years of masking can be thrown out the window by 3 years alone. Combine that with gradually going more and more feral over the past 3 years and is it any wonder why I can't hold conversations?

I don't smile with teeth because showing teeth to a predator is a challenge. I wake up at every little thing that goes bump in the night. In a house—a house, it's been years since I've lived in a building—sleeping out on the porch is the only way I can sleep. It works until someone drives past the street and I hear tyres and then I'm awake, and it's another half hour until my heart calms down enough to sleep again. I can slow my heartrate by force to get a good shot, but it doesn't work for waking up in a panic because I can't hold my breath long enough to make it work.

I have to sleep with a knife. Usually it's one. If I've had a rough day it becomes two or more.

There's things you see in the bush that change who you are as a person. Things you can't unsee. It's not all peaceful campfires and stargazing and pretty sunrises. There's things that are out there that people know are out there but no one talks about. That other people would call you crazy for saying you saw. Sometimes you'll meet an old blackfella in an Outback town who'll talk to you about it. Most won't, but every now and then there's one that will. It's no consolation. He'll just give you a name, something muttered under his breath that you probably don't catch and definitely can't pronounce, and he'll clap you on the back and tell you that it happens, and if he really likes you he'll give you a tinny and offer to shine your boots "to get the bush off." He'll act like he understands but then he'll turn to the bloke beside him, the one who's just listened in silence the whole time, and say "He's crazy" in words he doesn't know you understand.

Chihuahuas are popular in California. They sound like dingos, and I can't take my dog to the dog park.

I can't sleep. I wake up in cold sweats like I've been running a marathon. I dream of eyes watching me from the darkness, always the same dream. They get closer and I'm trying to keep some pitiful little fire going but it always goes out. I grab my torch, and the battery dies. I hear howls. I wake up. My dad's neighbour has huskies and they let the dogs out every morning at 5:30 on the nose and I can't sleep.

I don't know how to be intimate with people. My clothes stay on. My hat stays on. My sunnies stay on. I treat it like a job. I do my part, and I leave. I've never pursued someone. I've never approached someone first. I don't know what people see in me. I've never let someone kiss me, but I dream about it.

I can't sleep unless I have my back to something. I always have to face the door, see the door, when I'm in a building. I'm left-handed, so my left hand is always empty. I carry four knives on me at all times, or five if I'm in the bush and you count a machete.

Touch was never an issue with me before. Now it is. What few mates I have know not to stand behind me. I have to be approached like a horse--don't approach me from behind and if you do, make sure I know you're there.

I don't show emotion. I express it through touch—hands, or arms, or shoulders. I communicate love like I do with my dog, my best friend and my only companion. I feed her. I provide for her. I pat her head, I pat her back, I run my fingers through her fur, I share my meals with her. I hope she knows I love her. Matilda is my home, and I tend to her carefully. I wash her windows. I keep her petrol tank topped off. I keep her clean and tidy. I fix her flats myself, I never curse her when something goes wrong, I keep her parked in the shade when I can so her engine doesn't overheat. I hope she knows I love her. My rifle is my lifeline, and without her I am useless. I clean her every night, even if I don't use her. I buff out her scratches with a gentle hand, I handload the ammo she fires, I polish her walnut stock. I've memorised her serial number. I know her better than I know myself. She knows me better than I know myself. She's seen me at my worst and at my best. I hope she knows I love her.

I hit a low point last year. I saw a therapist in Melbourne for three weeks. I hate the cities. She wouldn't call me Blu. She called me by my legal name. Strike one. She asked me too many questions about my job, about where I go and what I do. "You said you live out in the bush. It's the 21st century. What are you doing out there that makes you flinch when a car backfires? That makes you so untrusting of people?" Strike two. "You have PTSD symptoms on par with a veteran who's seen combat," she said. "I want to refer you to a doctor who can get you on medication for your anxiety." I've been put on it before. I asked if it'd make my hands shake. I can't shoot with shaking hands. "Living in the bush isn't any way to live. You should sell your guns-" I hate that term, guns. She's a rifle. "-And move somewhere permanent. You should reacquaint yourself with society." Strike three. I never went back.

I can't communicate well through words. People forget that, or maybe they aren't aware to begin with. I'm a good listener, I've been told, but don't expect an articulate response.

Too many people think that trauma is just "something bad that happened to me." Bad things happen to everyone. Most people don't have any kind of trauma. Most people do not have PTSD.

It's one of those things that really bother me. It's usually just edgy teenagers going "oh I'm so traumatised" or just people on social media proclaiming their trauma when it's just "bad thing happened" and not actually trauma. It's been downplayed to a detrimental degree, to a point where any bad thing that happened is now trauma and so nothing is. This also applies to things like intrusive thoughts. I have intrusive thoughts. They're not random impulses like you hear people talking about on TikTok—they're obsessive, disturbing thoughts that you can't stop thinking about. That's what makes them intrusive. Oftentimes they include violence toward yourself or others. Sticking your hair in a bowl of pasta is a random impulse—it isn't an intrusive thought. Seeing someone walking down the street and picturing their dead body is.

One thing about actually having trauma is that you become really good at picking up when people actually have trauma or when they're just saying shit to be edgy and get a reaction out of you. Here's the tip: if they're constantly bringing up their trauma, fair chance they're lying. The thing about trauma is that it's traumatic. It's traumatic to remember, it's traumatic to think about, and you don't want to talk about it. You might bottle it up so much that you end up screaming into the void like I'm doing, or if you really feel safe with someone you might be willing to discuss it, but you don't talk about it unless it's really eating at you. You don't bring it up out of nowhere all the time to remind people of how traumatised you supposedly are. That's attention-seeking, edgy behaviour.

I had a mate dump some pretty heavy stuff on me without warning a few days ago, about some violent thoughts they said they have. That's another tipoff: people who actually have violent thoughts are ashamed of them. They don't talk about them unless very prompted, they don't bring them up out of the blue. I'd only been talking to this person for a month. They were the edgy type, but they're overall kind. I was edgy as a teenager too. I was hurting and I wanted someone to listen. I understand where they came from. I grew out of it, but I understand.

That said, I've got my own stuff going on in my life. Stuff that's happened to me that I don't talk about. Stuff I've done that I don't talk about. I've got my own secrets that I'll take to my grave. I don't have the mental capacity to really handle more. Sure, I can take some venting. I can even take some trauma dumping if you warn me first and don't blindside me with it. If I know someone well enough I can make the effort and try to figure out how to smooth things over, but most of the time I'm at a loss. I am not the person to come to for an emotionally compromising conversation. I am not a therapist.

I told them this and they laid into me. "Can't I tell my friend how I feel? I'm not a therapist either but I listen to people I care about." I reiterated that it's a discussion for a therapist and I'm not one. I was uncomfortable with this conversation. I told them I'm not good at handling emotional stuff. Their response?

"My advice? Fix that. No one will stick around with someone who can't even pretend to care. It took me a long time to learn but I did. I help even when I'm at my lowest. I listen and I care, or I pretend to." I've pretended my whole life. I'm tired of pretending. It's exhausting. "Whatever, you can't help people who don't want help."

People wonder why I don't open up, why I'm stone cold, and that's why. Because when you open up, people will use that shit against you. My job's taught me to be ruthless. I must fire true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will.

And sometimes there's a crack in that façade I've made. Sometimes the soft parts seep through like the solder in a bad weld. Sometimes it drips through my fingers, or my mouth, or my eyes. The difference is that in my line of work it's not something I can let people see. It's a weakness I can't afford to have. But I think the desire for companionship is human. To desire to be intimate, to form friendships, is to be human. My hands were made for holding more than rifles and cartridges. I have more of a purpose in this world than being an equaliser. I'm more than the weapon I've made myself to be.

But then I hear things like that. I hear the parting words of a mate I've lost—"With this attitude you will go on being alone in the bush"—and I wonder if I've already stopped being a person. If I've just solidified the other I've always felt I've been.

I think I lost my humanity a long time ago.

[emjayart]

Love Between Fairy and Devil

i know this Drama was aired back in 2022, but one thing about me is that i'd rather wait until the drama is completely aired than to wait in agony for the next episode to come and translated (that thing is no joke); i've done watching this show last month and boy was i cursed after this, i saw the cover and title on Netflix and i was like "eeehhh probably just a typical Cdrama, nothing special about it" but then i started to have doubts about my own judgement and decided to watch. oh boy i was wrong.

First, let me give my respect to the screen writers who spent 3 YEARS in writing the scripts, their efforts and hard work paid nicely <3, so does for all the visual effects team, choreograph team, etc for bringing this drama came to life so beautifully.

You can smell the strong chemistry between two leads. great casts!! standing ovation for Wang He Di for his performance!!!

ever since i started to fell in love with Cdrama i have never saw "what great power looks like" you know what i mean? like Ye Hua in TMOPB he was considered the brightest and all that, but the show did not give me any chance to actually witness his power at it's peak, same case with my beloved Hanguan Jun (though i still love him), Wei Ying (almost at a peak if it's not for him to deal with the power biting his butt back).

DongFang QingCang (dfqc) showed up with style, arrogance, domineering, invincible, confidence, that air that makes everybody even the heavenly emperor tucked their tails between their legs when he arrived at that Waterfall Hall to safe xiao lanhua, he summoned lightning and darken the sky, his voice like thunder; even when he was fighting with ChangHeng and his buddy Rong Hao. that HELLFIRE is hella sexy!! I NEVER BEEN THAT HYPED when i see a villain is about to destroy, the music, the visual effect, choreograph for DFQC is superb!! one swing of that man sends ChangHeng the God of War got beaten up like a dough, he was left unscathed, no drop of blood, stand so proudly in front of his opponents, WORTHY OF HIS TITLE, RESPECT AND FEARED. "the only person who can defeat DongFang QingCang is himself" he can easily kill xiao lanhua, but he didn't, yet he opened to the new experience.

i want to talk a lot about this complex character and his development throughout the journey which thumbs up to the Production House to be able to put his whole development as a character fantastically though i hate why you guys left us like that for the last 6 episodes, you can you that 4 more episodes to give us more!!

the are soooooo many scenes that i love, so many comedy in this drama, body swap, but the peak of the comedy is in Human Realm, when ChangHeng & DongFang QingCang became sworn brothers lmao, when DongFang QingCang crawled through dog hole (I'm dead) and so much much.

but the one that hit me the most is when DongFang QingCang mourned for xiao LanHua, guys let me tell you, i watch that episode around 10 pm and watch i think one more episode before i decided i can't take it anymore, i was bawling for hours i'm not even kidding, the fact the DongFang QingCang can't accept her death so he would rather stay in his dream if it means to be with her broke me into pieces. no Cdrama has ever done that to me, not even Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms (sorry Ye Hua and Bai Qian), i had that emotional breakdown for almost a week, i lost control over my emotional because of this show lol that i'm afraid to go out fearing i would have a breakdown in public. the effect are too strong on my emotions.

this drama is 11 out of 10!

as i said before, the only downside of the drama is how they did the story for the last 2 or 3 episode, too rushed, i wanted to see Goddess Xi Yun's devotion on nurturing DongFang QingCang's crescent moon spirit! i was so frustrated on how they end things, i want Season 2 of this drama mainly because i wanna see how great GLAZED FIRE is and i want to see that stupid heavenly emperor put to justice because honestly he does not deserved the crown!!!! never.

let's discuss in the comment on what you like and dislike and if i miss-mention something :)

[stardustloki]

What's the use in trying?

Fox wakes, alone in an unknown room, with no idea how he got there.

He can't escape.

Read on ao3 here

Warning: given where Fox wakes up, he is briefly worried about the potential of being assaulted, but absolutely nothing like that will happen.

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Consciousness returned with a jolt. Clenching his teeth against the pounding headache and the rolling of his stomach, Fox wished it hadn’t.

 

He had no idea what had just happened, however he was willing to bet he’d been hit on the back of the head, whether that was after he’d lost consciousness, or the cause of it, he didn’t know. Trying to think was like trying to swim in the seas of Kamino, it would be far easier not to, but Fox was nothing if not stubborn. He wouldn’t lose consciousness again. He would be ready.

 

This brought him to his next problem. His head wasn’t the only thing pulsing with pain, though it was the part of his body that was complaining the most. His back and arms were screaming at him, too much tension put on them for who knew how long, because his wrists had been tied securely behind him, and, he noted after shifting his position slightly, tied to something solid.

 

Blinking his eyes open, he forced himself to look around the room. The light, despite knowing it to be dim, felt like it was searing his retinas, and again, he forced his stomach not to rebel. There wasn’t anything in there except bile, it wouldn’t make him feel better, and then he’d have to deal with the smell. And whatever his captors decided to do after that. 

 

Slowly, he managed to build up a picture of the room. From the light trickling round the window blinds, he could make out some kind of barracks, well cared for and far nicer than anything Fox or his brothers had access to. And Fox was crouched on the floor, bound to the base of one of the beds.

 

He wasn’t thinking about that. He wasn’t thinking about where he was, about the implications of the bunkroom, about any of it. He was thinking very carefully about how the bed was attached to the floor, about how his nails were broken and bleeding after his failed attempts to take out the screws, he was thinking about how the rope was too short for him to contort himself and try to tear at it with his teeth. 

 

The rope that bound him was rough and unyielding, and his wrists were already scratched raw. But whoever had tied him had done it well. None of the tricks he’d learnt from his trainers or the alphas would be able to get him out of this one. All dislocating a thumb would do would be to distract him from the situation with the help of some blinding agony.

 

His only option would be to try and wear the rope down by pulling it back and forth along the metal. It wasn’t a very promising plan. He supposed the upside was that the knots had been tied as such that he couldn’t tug at it in a way that would cut off his circulation and leave him in agony. The downside was that his flesh was much less durable than rope, and he was certain that his wrists would be mangled and bloody before he managed to escape.

 

Then again, that might prove to be an upside, he mused as he began his task. If he passed out from blood loss… hell if he died from it, then whoever had brought him here wouldn’t be able to get any information from him, and however they’d planned to use him wouldn’t matter, because he wouldn’t be around for it.

 

He grimaced at that thought though, because that would be giving up, that would be failing Hound, Thorn, Thire and Stone, and so many others in the guard. He couldn’t do that to them. And yet…. There was something comforting in knowing that perhaps he wouldn’t have to face anything that was coming for him.

 

“Hut’uun,” Fox spat at himself. He couldn’t give up, he never gave up, he wasn’t a coward.

 

And then he heard the voices, and froze, focusing on them and shutting out the sting of his wrists, the way the blood was dripping to the floor. 

 

“... great… lets us do whatever we want with it.”

 

Fox breathed in sharply as he felt the blood in his veins turn to ice. He knew that voice. It belonged to one of the members of the red guard. Which meant Fox was meant to be here.

 

He let his body sag with resignation as he drowned out what the voices were saying.

 

He wouldn’t be allowed any escape from here, not until they said so.

 

He shouldn’t have even tried.

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I have planned a continuation of this for day 28 "no... not like this", so perhaps be assured that this fic's ending is not quite as hopeless as it appears!

If you'd like to read the happier ending, subscribe to the 'Not like this." series on ao3 here.

[edspeleerscock]

It’s been You.

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Chapter info!; Anticipated Goldrose || Mentions of Beck || Captivity || Degradation (?) || Rhys being just a little desperate || Infantilization / treated like a pet

Chapter summary; Captivity was unavoidable, just as learning something about the captor you'd rather not.

Word count; 1.4k

Regaining his consciousness, the American found himself where he didn't want to be. The cage. Although instead of being besides a dead body, he was alone. Whether it was a curse or a blessing he wouldn't be smelling rotten flesh wasn't all too clear, but being stuck between four impenetrable glass walls definitely didn't help. His head was throbbing, a bruise must've taken its place by now.

Moving was a different story, however, as his wrists were bound behind his back with firm and chunky handcuffs. His legs were free, which was a surprise. The only downside was he'd been stripped almost completely naked and didn't have anything he had brought along with him. The only remaining article of clothing being his underwear. Wonder why.

The cage was ice cold. Not even the curtains that kept him covered could bring in any heat or warm him up through the lights. All he had in here was a poor excuse of a bed. Nothing more or less. At least when he did this he had the decency to give his victims something to stay occupied. But no, he was stuck in a cage with close to nothing covering him and nothing to keep him from going insane.

"Finally, you're awake." A voice spoke through the glass door.

Not a word was uttered in response as the American tiredly looked up. The man that looked down at him didn't look the same. Far from what he'd seen earlier.

"You left me no choice, Joe." Rhys began, "If had you let me have you when I asked, instead of being like this, none of this would've happened." He seemed a little disheartened in what he was saying, which was understandable to a degree, "Kate would've been spared if you had've checked your messages. However, I'm not going to hold that over your head as I'm sure it's eating you alive right now."

In reaction, Jonathan snarled. He was still out for blood here, there were no middle ground he could stand on to convince himself with that what had happened was right. At least he could accept he was a serial killer and vowed to do better besides himself.

An amused laugh passed Rhys' lips. He found it hilarious with how threatening Jonathan was trying to be. It wasn't working, but it was comical, "You can't scare me, Joe. You're in the cage here, not me." He tutted as he spoke, "I'm sure you're wondering why I'd cuffed your hands, aren't you?"

Not a peep came from Jonathan. He just stared in absolute disgust and disbelief.

The hunter became the hunted in a sick and twisted game he didn't even know he was playing.

"I'll take that as a yes." He sounded disappointed he didn't get a response, although why he expected one was unclear, "You're a danger to us both, Joe. I couldn't risk you doing anything to either me or yourself while you're here. I trust you won't attempt to harm me, however I can't be too cautious with you." He slipped his hands into his pockets as he spoke, his eyes didn't once tear from those puffy eyes, "If you listen and do as I ask, maybe I'll uncuff you. Until then you'll stay like this."

There was so much he could say right now after hearing the bloody waterfall that just fell from Rhys' lips. His blood boiled as he had no choice but to speak to him, and only him, "I'm not a fucking rabid dog, Rhys. I'm also not a fucking toy for you, because you clearly think I am." He awkwardly stood himself up with the help of the glass. Now standing, he slowly approached the front of the cage where Rhys stood, "I'm not for you. Not in this timeline or the next. You don't own me, nor have any autonomy over me. You never fucking will. You are just obsessed, allowing this obsession to eat away at your brain until I'm the only fucking thing you can think about. The only coherent thought you have, the only thing that you ever dream about. The only way you can ever get your pathetic self to sleep is through this.. This psychotic obsession. Until you've had enough of me not knowing who you are and slipping up purposely so I go out my way to get someone back you've already fucking killed. You set this up. You knew what you were doing. You waited until the last second to pull me in to your world and you've blocked the fucking exit, Rhys. You are fucking sick." He spoke with such passion yet such rage it was a little impressive. Going from not wanting to even have a conversation to having a one sided argument trying to find a way out.

Hearing such violent words didn't stop Rhys from having a very different reaction. Seeing it as praise for his appalling actions moreover anything. Butterflies were what he felt, as well as sickeningly nervous and overwhelmed with a warm feeling. He loved being spoken down to like this. Something he was clearly getting off to, although be it subtly, "Oh yeah?" His tone was challenging, hiding the desperation in his voice. He was finally getting what he wanted, what he dreamed of.

"You're a monster, Rhys." Jonathan flatly stated, leaning his bruised temple against the glass, "You.. You make me sick. You're a stain on my life and anyone else who knows you. I hate you, Rhys. I hate you for everything you've done. For the hell you've cast over my life since I moved here. For the stalking, the cryptic messages, the fucking sexual innuendos. You. You are the problem, Rhys. The one person with the power to ruin lives just because you don't agree with how others live. You are the monster everyone has been worrying about. I. Hate. You. Rhys." He spat his final statement, tears in his eyes. He wanted to give up already, he wasn't getting anywhere with this and he knew it. He was just projecting.

Listening to such heavenly words, Rhys had to hold himself back from palming himself over his trousers. He was close embarrassingly close to doing it, though, "Fuck, Jonathan, you do such disgusting things to me when you talk like that." He admitted with a quivering grin, his face ever so slightly flushed red, "I could listen to it all day." He brought a hand to his mouth as he wiped away some saliva, "Sadly I don't have all evening to listen. Maybe tomorrow." He had seemingly regained his composure, or created that illusion he had, "Until then, my love."

With that, Rhys took his leave. Leaving Jonathan plunged in darkness until the morning.

Being left alone, he bashed his head against the glass out of frustration. It didn't do anything helpful other than cause a small gash on his temple. Ugh, how annoying. Then, what Rhys said hit him.

He was getting off to that.

Jonathan felt his stomach turn as some acid found itself in his mouth. He swallowed, against his will, then vomited all over the glass. This entire situation disgusted him more than dismembering Malcolm.

'If this is karma, then I pray it kills me at the end of this.'

He stumbled over to the mattress and slumped down onto it. Utterly defeated. He can't escape this place, nor will he ever at this rate. This would be his eternal hell, an inescapable prison. One where his word means close to nothing unless it's getting his captor off.

Now he understood. He understood how Beck felt. The disgust she must've felt looking into the eyes of a cold hearted killer that professed his love to her even when she begged for him to go away. The despair she must've felt knowing she could never get away from him until she gave him.

Give in.

That's what he has to do.

No matter how much it pains him to do it. No matter how much he hates every second of it. If it gives him the freedom that had been stripped from him, then that's what he has to do. But if he does it so suddenly, he'd more than likely set off some alarms and this tedious process would take much longer than it should. So much longer.

He rested his head against the glass as he felt blood trickling down his nose and down his cheek. Why did he do that? Not only would he have to worry about having his own blood form a dried bloody river on his body, he'd be smelling his own vomit until it gets cleaned. No sleep for him, then. Not like he was planning on sleeping anyway as he feared for his own safety even in the 'safety' of the cage.

This would be a painfully long night.

[founderscouncil]

Her heart is racing and she rubs at the phantom ache in her neck. She's healed now, as though nothing happened at all, but that's the furthest thing from the truth. While she can't bring herself to blame Hope for this, there's undeniably a part of Josie that is pained because she knows what will come eventually. Hope Mikaelson's emotions were legendary at Salvatore, even before anyone had known that she was a Mikaelson, and now with the enhanced emotional energy of a vampire? She's worried about her.

But there is no time to think about that, not when Hope is grabbing her by the arm and speeding her to their next destination. Unlike all the other times when she's been ferried around by a vampire, Josie didn't feel nauseous this time around, almost feeling like she was moving a semi-normal pace. Was that the transition?

Her senses are overwhelmed as she takes in the sights and sounds of Bourbon Street. Everything is louder and brighter, and she swears she can smell the bucket of aftershave that the frat president on the other side of the street doused himself in. The world looks so different like this, in a way that she'd never imagined it before, like a veil has been lifted from her eyes. She understands a little better why her mom loves being a vampire, despite all of the potential downsides of it. The world feels more alive now. Josie feels more alive now.

She closes her eyes and inhales deeply, her mind churning through what the next steps would be. Her instincts are already firing with the urge to hunt but Josie grew up watching her mother sip on bloodbags or drinking out of mugs that said "world's best mom", not directly from the vein and she hesitates, opening her eyes again to face Hope. "I'm pretty sure I only need a few drops to complete the transition." But a part of her is stalling, frozen now that she's at the threshold of her entire life changing from this point forward, and she feels suddenly alone without Lizzie by her side. "I don't know how to compel someone."

She sits patiently the entire time Josie lays there dead. Something within her stirs, something in her heart shifts seeing her like that. But she swallows it down and pretends whatever the feeling is doesn't exist. For the moment that Josie is dead, the silence around her feels almost overbearing. All she has are her own thoughts, and she knows exactly how she'll feel once her feelings are allowed to creep back in. It's disgusting, knowing just how much she'll shrivel and whine and sob and beg for Josie to forgive her. Rolling her eyes at herself, she heaves out a sigh.

Not too much longer and Josie wakes with a gasp. Hope watches as she assesses the situation, looks around, feels her neck. All expected. What she doesn't expect is the slap. She moves her head with the impact out of habit, thankfully - it wouldn't do to have a newly transitioning heretic with broken fingers. Keeping her head turned to the side, she lets the sensation sink in. Talking about it could mean anything from Josie berating her or - She swallows, and looks up at the witch, rising to her feet. 'Later' meant she was already planning on completing the transition. A small spark lights at her heart again. Something like elation. She tamps it down. Again.

Licking her lips, she glances outside - the open window lets in a soft breeze, but also shows that it's almost sundown. "If you were so set on talking later.." She smiles, nothing soft or ecstatic - instead almost bordering on malicious. "..then it's time for you to get your first taste of human blood. You get to pick."

Within seconds, she's got Josie by the arm. Within seconds, they're out in the setting sun, surrounded by the growing nightlife population of New Orleans."Welcome to my city, Jo. Have your feast."

[whitestaghere]

Don't be late - Levi x reader

Hey!! So I had this in my drafts for a while and finally decided I'd continue with it.. Happy reading❤️

Warnings :- none xd.

Y/n's pov

Waking upto the sound of my alarm I groaned; mindlessly patting the air to turn it off. Stretching my arms and legs, with eyes half closed I looked back at my clock. Still trying to adjust to the lighting, my eyes widened when the display cleared up.

7.54 a.m

Screaming I jumped off my bed.

Now.. imagine a human, spinning like a hurricane and circling a room? Yeah that's an actual representation of what I looked right now.

Normally, I'd not wake up this late. But today.. today was different. Let's just say I had a long night talking with my best friend, which ended up with me sleeping in really late and well here I am now. Besides who could reject a call from their best friend am I right?

Dashing out of my house (reader locked the doors, yes she did) I shot down the streets. Thanking the heavens that I was able to run this fast; then again, that also had it's downsides. I managed to avoid running face first into a lamppost but in the midst of dodging that, I ran into something else.

Huh.. not that hard for a lamppost..

Stumbling backwards and losing my balance, I met with the cold ground. I groaned as I thought of how my day could get any worse.

"Tch. Watch we're your going," a male voice spoke.

Standing up slowly I dusted my clothes mumbling a string of apologies, "I'm sorry I was running late an-"

My breath hitched as I locked eyes with the man in front of me; steel gray orbs glaring daggers at me. He was clad in a black suit, jet black hair slightly toussled and he wore a crav- wait-

That's when I noticed how I was a few inches taller than him. It took every ounce of energy within me to hold back my laughter; no height idealogies but with that stoic expression and this height, he looked absolutely adorable.

I was broken out of my thoughts when he scoffed; I had been staring.

I shifted uncomfortably as he continued to keep his piercing gaze on me.

"Are you going to move?" voice laced with annoyance.

I raised an eyebrow at his words, what does he mean? He had all the time and space to-

"You're blocking the door," I turned around and realised that I was indeed blocking his way.

"S-sorry," I mumbled shuffling to the side.

His expression remained stoic as ever even as he got ready to walk away but he stopped abruptly. I watched as he bent down and picked something.

"You dropped this," he turned around holding out a book. I gasped recognising the cover, "oh my- thank you."

"Don't mention it brat," I reached out to take the book from him all the whole giving him a look of disbelief.

"Hey you can't call me that.. and yes I should mention it, because my friend would have thrown a tantrum had I lost her book," suddenly realisation struck me and my eyes nearly fell out their sockets.

WHAT WAS I DOING?! I was wasting time, that's what I was doing!!

So I ran, without a word I turned around and ran, leaving behind a very confused man.

Levi's pov

Next thing I know, she ran.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but decided to brush it off; only then did I notice the book in my hands.

Tch that brat, how could she be so forgetful?

Sighing I contemplated going after her or hoping that I'd see her sometime later so I could return it. I went with the second seeing that she was already long gone.

*time skip brought to you by the fidget spinnerrrrr*

There I was in the local tea shop sipping on my usual cup of tea.

What I loved about this place was how calming it was, not too crowded, the fresh smell of tea and coffee filling the air, making me feel at ease, but not today. Today was different.

My gaze kept shifting between the book I was reading and the book that belonged to the girl from before.

I had gone with the second option of hoping I'd see her again or that I'd find any details in the book, but to my luck I found nothing of the sort.

How was I supposed to return this thing? I can't just leave it can I?

I sighed running a hand through my hair, "shit."

The sound of the little bell filled through the air signaling either someone's entrance or departure. Not wanting to look I kept my eyes locked on my book.

Suddenly there was a voice, an all too familiar one which broke me out of my own world. I glanced up from my book and caught sight of a very familiar face.

Hanje.

By her side stood two other girls, engaging in a conversation with her. The bell filled the air again, and in came a girl with (h/c) locks.

My eyes widened, was that her?

I hadn't seen her face yet but sure enough it had to be her, she had the same hair length and wore the same attire from before.

Once again I debated with myself, should I just go upto her and give her it? Maybe I should just wait till she sees me..

She turned around and sat a few tables away from me, still she hadn't noticed. Her two friends and Hanje had disappeared off to somewhere.

This is my chance

Y/n's pov

I couldn't help but sigh in frustration, how could I have been so forgetful? He literally held the book in front of me and I left without it.

My mind was mangled with the same image of him holding out the book to me repeating over and over. Then it stopped, it stopped right on his face and I felt the heat rush up to my cheeks.

What was I thinking? I mean he's a complete stranger, who also not to mention, called me a brat, I shouldn't be so flustered. As if on cue, the book came back into my mind and I rolled my eyes at my own forgetfulness.

It was right there.

I kept my gaze locked on the table, too stuck in my own self-pity to notice the person that stood right in front of me. Then there was a book pushed into my line of sight.

Great, now you're hallucinating y/n.

There was a clear of throat and I snapped my head up. Wait I wasn't imagining it-

For the second time that day, I locked eyes with him.

"You forgot this."

I stood up immediately causing the chair to scrape against the floor. The man visibly cringed at the sound and I began to stammer upon my words.

"Y-YOU! My b-book! How? How did you- no no wait- thank you so much!"

Placing the book on the table I turned to him and took his hands in mine, "you're a life saver I tell you!!"

He only stood there in shock; although I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, his cheeks were tinted a faint pink.

"Don't mention it," with that he returned to his stoic expression.

The air around us was beginning to get awkward with none of us moving or saying a word.

Finally deciding to break the silence I cleared my throat, "I-I'm y/n.. what's your name?"

"Levi."

I coughed awkwardly at his blunt reply, the sound of my heart thumping suddenly filling my ears.

"We're back! Y/n-" relief washed over me at the return of my friends but that relief disappeared just as fast as it came.

They stood there eyes wide and mouths agape.

I felt a tug at my hands and that's when I noticed how I still had Levi's hands intertwined with mine. Gasping I slipped my hands out of his and moved away slowly.

"Y/n? You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend.." I widened my eyes at this and waved my hands frantically in their awe struck faces, "what noo!! He-he's just-"

What was I supposed to call him? We just met, so I couldn't call him a friend. At my loss of words my friends smirked mischievously.

Then a loud voice boomed through the shop causing a few heads to turn in our direction, "LEVI?!!!! SHORTY IS THAT REALLY YOU?!"

Hanje knew him?

Levi scoffed at her in response.

"Oh my gosh! Well isn't this a big coincidence, are you really dating little y/n here? Why didn't you tell meeee?!" she poked Levi's cheeks repeatedly.

"Tch, keep it down four eyes and no, we're just friends," Levi grunted swatting her hands away. I choked on my own spit and glanced at him immediately.

He gave me a look and I instantly nodded my head in agreement, "yeah, we're friends.." I tried to bite back the smile that crawled up my face at his words.

My friends shrugged and made their way back to sit down. Meanwhile, Hanje nudged at me curious to know why I hadn't told her I knew Levi.

"Well you see-"

"We met today," Levi cut me off.

Hanje let out a hearty laugh and patted my back, "well isn't that nice! Now y/n, shorty here can be a little bit of a grumpy man sometimes so I must warn you, but overall he's an absolute bab-"

"Oi that's more than enough four eyes," Levi hissed and Hanje laughed in reply.

She moved her glasses to a side to wipe away her fake tears and continued, "but y/n here is an angel, so shorty you better not treat her wrong or I don't think I would even need to come when she unleashes her inner bea-"

"HANJE," I whined tugging at her arm in attempt to stop her. She grinned in response and pinched my cheeks, "well I'm going to go make our orders okay? I'll see you later Shorty!" with that she ran off to the counter.

"Thank you for that Levi," I smiled to which he only replied with a grunt.

"You thanked me enough for today brat."

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, "I told you not to call me that."

"Tch," with that he walked back to his table not sparing a second glance.

Levi's pov

Snap out of it Levi, you've done your job now read in peace.

I stared at my book finding myself reading the same sentence over and over. Glancing up from my book a little I'm met with the not so subtle looks of y/n's friends.

Why were they looking at me like that? I noticed how Hanje had a smug grin on her face and I rolled my eyes.

What was she smiling about?

My gaze shifted towards y/n who was listening intently to one of the girls. Suddenly the room felt too hot to my liking and I reached for my cravat, loosening it a bit. My breathing increased a little as her (e/c) eyes met mine.

She gave me a warm smile to which I felt my gaze automatically begin to soften.

What's wrong with me? Snap out of it Levi.

Soon enough I heard them get up.

Don't look.

But I couldn't help it.

Eyeing them as subtly as possible I realised they were going to leave as they picked their things up. I tore my gaze off and returned back to my book with a sigh.

Y/n's pov

"Say do you like Levi?"

I choked on nothing but air, "Hanje! What? Noo! I just met him and that would just be wierd-"

"Oh so you're saying you'd like him in time?"

"No wait what? I mean I-" I couldn't find the words to reply to her and seeing this she took the opportunity to give me a proud smile.

"Guys, we should leave.." Riley spoke up as she looked out the window.

"What why?" Hanje frowned.

"It's going to rain and it's a little bit of a walk back to y/n's place right?"

I hummed in agreement seeing as the sky was getting gloomy by the second. Everyone got up and gathered their things and headed for the door.

I stood up last and just as I was about to leave I heard a voice call out for me.

"Oi, are you really going to leave it again?" I saw Levi walking upto me.

"Huh? Leave what?"

He pointed at the table and I noticed a book on it, but not the same one. This one belonged to Hange.

"Oh that's Hanje's she must have forgotten it," I reached out for the book and simultaneously, he did the same.

I pulled my hand away as soon as it landed on his, but he swiftly took my hand in his. With the other he rummaged through his pocket and stuffed a piece of paper in my hand.

"What's this?"

"See for yourself."

I unfolded the paper slowly and when I did, I swear my heart skipped a beat. I tried my best to swallow the lump in my throat, and force some words out.

"W-what is this?"

"Tch. What do you think?"

"I-"

"You what?"

"I-yes.."

For the first time that day, I saw the corner of his lips curl into a small smile. It was a smile that lasted only for a few seconds alright, but it was enough to make my heart flutter.

"I'll see you later brat.." he walked past me towards the counter but not before calling out for me once more.

"Oh and y/n?" he looked at me over his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Don't be late," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

I shook my head with a quiet laugh glancing down at the paper in my hands;

Tomorrow noon, here. For tea? - Levi

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Hope you all enjoyed❤️ stay safe and keep smiling..

Ps :- I can't wait for Season 4 part 2!!! 😭❤️ So excited to see all of them again, though we really are in for a lot🥺💕

⚔️Shinzou wo sasageyo⚔️

[at-the-exd-of-everythixg]

Memes! Part t h r e e

@awkward-snake-girl / @blind-mutant

Red: Does violence have to be the last resort. Can't it be like third

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Samuel: You call it a "heinous violation of legal and ethical rules" I call it "creative problem-solving"

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Rhys: You call yourself evil but you can't even stand up without getting dizzy

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Rhys, talking about Sal: Stop messaging my bf bud

Mahogany: our boyfriend

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Mattie: Do you have a self care routine?

Pascal: "Keep going bitch!" Said to myself in different accents

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Morde, with Abby balls deep in him: Demons are usually depicated as red to indicate that they are heavily seasoned with paprika and chili pepper, like a chorizo

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Finn: If I am sensitive. Why I gotta stop being sensitive? Why can't you just be a little nicer?

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Pascal: Feeling cute today. Might commit acts of hubris.

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Mattie: Why don't you plant some lavender and when it blooms you can squeeze a leaf or two between your fingers and the smell will calm you down. How about you do that. Bitch.

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Rick: Well I don't want to be silly anymore. I want to engage in hoaxes and schemes now

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Pascal: Any other unsettling promotions you'd like to share with the class?

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Red: Could you be any more annoying

Rhys: Easily

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Sal: Sorry for saying that you're "such an idiot" I'm actually "in love with you"

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Iris: It's not the most ethical move in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby

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Ava: Witches in old fairy tales had the idea. Living alone, unmarried, in the middle of the woods, and if a hero stumbled across their cottage theyre like "maybe I'll give you a magical token to help you out. Maybe I'll fuck up your entire life. Depends."

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Dae: I am not going to unleash my bitterness on you because I am trying to become a better person. Have a nice day

Rhys: what were you originally going to say bitch omg

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Lace: Why did my last two braincells have to be a sad one and a stupid one

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Finn: You should have never doxxed the rabbit community

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Sal: I'm glad we only live once cuz I cannot do this shit again

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Pascal: HAVE YOU EVER TOUCHED A dog

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Rhys: As your goth husband I will adorn you with cursed artifacts and then die mysteriously leaving you to be the most feared widow/er in the village

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Edith: Some of you are simply not cut out to be the resident mean gay person. And that's okay, because I am. And I will be mean. And gay

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Samuel: God complex this, victim complex that...I have an underground complex, it's where I perform my evil and fucked up experiments

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Skaar, living by the sword: Haha! Fuck yeah! Yes!

Skaar, dying by the sword: well this fucking sucks. What the fuck.

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Mahogany: I don't think my boyfriend, the 12 foot Halloween skeleton from Home Depot, would be too pleased to hear about this

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Mattie: check in on your nemesis! Make sure they're doing poorly in these times!

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Hulk: The hardest I've ever laughed was when I saw my dad cry. It was my moment of realization that I'm better than him.

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Ava: Knifehack

Ava: Just stab the problem

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Sal: What is wrong with you

Rhys: I will try to be brief (1/456)

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Mimi: One of the only downsides of actions is consequences. But it's a big downside.

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Samuel: I've done nothing wrong. Except for all the atrocities. Besides that I'm innocent.

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Jen: After a thorough medical assessment, the doctors have described me as "a lot. Just like a lot to deal with."

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Lace: Necomancer that doesn't know they're a necromancer and thinks they're just a really good emt

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Pascal: Y'all ever want a pretty girl to just...boss you around a little bit

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Rhys: sorry I'm bisexual and easily distracted

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Mordecai: Whenever I say "we" I am referring to both myself and the mental illness

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Mattie: Date a girl who is a home and an adventure all at once

Rick: Date a girl who doubles as a haunted house

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Pascal: wlw what is your wisdom

Mimi: World hard and cold...tiddy warm and soft

Edith: girl hot

Mattie: Watch Naurto

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Sal: No I'm not flirting I was only bothering my gay friends in a homoerotic way

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Mattie: You can be positive and break a bottle over someone's head though. Multiplicity of identity

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Edith: I wish men would stop having opinions about women. Honest to gog shut the hell up

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Wulf: tell your girl she's hot or I will

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Mattie @ Samson: I'm gonna be honest I hate you and so do my friends

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Rhys: I am dying to see you topless

Dae: Then die

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Sal: Money isn't real so don't worry about paying for stuff. Just take things for free. Nobody can stop you

[angelbittyabuse]

Marie's Return, part 2/2

(TW: The infamous chain bitty is mentionned down below.)

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"Pff, you look like one, anyway." She smirked before turning to the next wooden box. "How many are there?" She complained. "Six. Only six." Answered her colleague. Okay. Four left to go. This one read Sugarfloss. Oh. Oh-oh. Maybe having them sent by the post office wasn't the best idea ever. Élodie did a quick check on the box. 'It's written Sugarfloss Bittybones on it, but all you'll find in there is dust.' "Shit." The colleague shrug. "Okay. Three more left, then." Sugarfloss were Papyrus-type bittys. Optimistic and kind, their downside was their fragility. Something as simple as too intense sunlight could blind them forever. Their were allergics to almost everything and clumsy as hell. "They should have written 'fragile' on it." Added the guy before opening the next one. Élodie still felt quite uneasy due to the mass massacre that had occured to the Sugarflosses. She hoped they could order new samples before Angel notices anything. "Awww, you ain't coming, Élo' ?" The monster girl came back to reality. "Which breed it is?" She was curious. "Guess." Answered the other. "Uuuuh...." "It's so cute you could eat them?" Élodie's face lighten. "Caramel!" "Yes!" The girl ran to the newly open box, discovering a puddle of goo in tupperwares. The papyrus-type bittys inside it nearly drown in their own waste. "Oh. Crap. How would we keep them inside the store? I read the goo attracts bugs too..." The last thing they wanted was cockroaches or ants inside the store... The worst case scenario being an unremovable stain in the perfectly white floor. "Fish tank?" Asked the colleague. "We will drain it once in a while." "Hmm." Sang the fell girl. "I hope they like to swim." The Caramel were all excited to be taken out of their tupperwares and- well- to be alive as well. They made grabby hands to the employees who passed their turn. "Next box?" He asked. "Next box!" She answered. It had been okay-ish until now and she was hopeful for what's next. As they were struggling with the lid, Marie came back from the rescue room, empty handed. "Hey, how is it going?" Asked the brown haired human girl. Élodie felt the lid giving up when she answered her bestie. "Perfectly. And you? Had fun?" She paused. "Wait. Where are all the jellybeans?" Did she left them with the pygmys? "The kind chain told me I could leave them to it." Élodie furrowed her brows. "Wait. What?" There wasn't two chains in the store. Actually. There wasn't supposed to be any. She was obviously talking about Angel's pet chain but what was it doing in the store, moreover in the backroom... "Oh no..." Élodie went pale. Chains are cannibalistic lamias. Usually, they only eat other bittys when they think of them as a threat but this chain in particular- and with jellybeans being limbless and thus looking a little like tiny snakes. "We'll have to order more jellybean samples as well." Said Élodie dryly to her coworker. "Also we're out of pygmys." While Élodie was handling the problem in the backroom, Marie was left with said coworker. He finally took the lid away, revealing... "Are they sick??" Cried Marie, rushing to the three lollys, lusty Sans-type bittys having a threesome in their steel cages and definitely not interrupting it just because the box had been opened. "I-" The guy had a quick glance to Marie. She was obviously a young adult. Old enough to be explained such things. "My boss' looking forward to them. Could really be helpful in the breeding mill. They are... always in heat kinda bittys?" Marie turned pale, raising her hand as she tried to pet the closer one through the bars. The reaction was immediate and she ended up with ecto-flesh all around her index finger. "I- I think it likes me??" Tryed to compromise Marie but she jerked her hand off as soon as she could, only for the lolly to sing out a moan of pleasure. "Well. Crap. Was it your first time?" Joked the guy. Marie did not answered but smelled her hand with a funny face.

Okay. Last one. They were already done. Being such a gentleman, the guy waited for the lamia expert to come back before ruining the suspense.

The previous incident had been forgotten as soon as Élodie understood what they were opening. "New lamia breed!!" The fell girl actually jumped once or twice on her feet, even doing a little happy dance. She turned to her bestie. "First time I'm seeing this breed! And they were rare as hell some days ago! I can't believe we have access to-" She turned to the box with a huge and wide smile. Her colleague wasn't holding back his laugh, seeing her that excited. Marie didn't really understood what was playing on but she joined in and exulted to the idea of petting new lamia friends. "No touching." Élodie warned as the lid fall to the ground with a thump sound, revealing five young Bubblegum bittys. They had been sleeping the whole way here and opened tired eyes to their surrounding, their adorable, sweet face, matching the oh so glittery pink scales. To Élodie, it reminded her a little of those pony toys she had as a child, the ones hollow with glitters inside. Or maybe those glue sticks with glitters inside. Or even this vampire from the movie with glitters on him---- anything with glitters, really. "Aaaaaah." Cooed Marie. "They are so pretty." The little snakes let away a small yawn, showing two cute little fangs. "Are they venomous?" "The flyer didn't say they are." Reassured Élodie, still fangirling and overdosing on the adorableness. Would be amazing to see them everyday in their pen. "Wait. How do you give them Soultime?" Realized her colleague. Élodie's orbits opened wide. "I- I don't know. Not without touching them- I..." Here was the glitch. Little sneks could not be touched or else, they'll imprint on the person's skin. Once imprinting, it's over. You cannot put them away. They're stuck on you or else they'll cry their non-existent lungs out to the point of turning you deaf. So yeah. For the Soultime part... "Guess we just have to sell them real quick." They were also supposed to be quite the chatters. Thinking of it... Those were probably drugged on for the whole way here to be still so quiet. Well. Not like it mattered, back to work it is! It was time to put them in one of the sneks drawers she had in one of the rooms. Handling the first one with a hook, the little cutie holding it with both of its hands, she started to move it. Out of the box- okay. Now a few steps. Still okay. The cutie was looking at its surrounding. Still okay. Marie was walking next to her and next to the cutie, cooing. Still okay. The cutie was having a mishievous smile while looking downright at Marie. Not okay. It let go of the hook and started falling on the dangerously-high-for-a-bitty ground. Not okay at all. Élodie panicked and grabbed the lamia BEFORE Marie reached for it, thus saving her friend but condamning herself. Fuck. "I wanted to be the hero!" Pouted Marie as Élodie was frozen with fear, her face becoming more and more livid while the bubblegum lamia slowly turned its face to its new '''''owner''''', a wiiiiiide grin on its small shitty face. It took a huge breath then. Started. "I'msohappywebondedandmyownerlovessnakesweweremeanttobewhatareyounamingmeohandwhat'syournameactuallyitdoesn'tmatterI'mgonnacallyoumamaitsuitsyousomuchbettersomamawhatdoyiudoforfuncauseIlovehavingfunandwewillplayalldaylongnowandalsoI'mhungrynowtheygaveusweirdpillsthatmakeushungryafterandwe'veseensuchprettyandweirdcolorafterwe'vetakenthepillsandtheydancedtoodoyoulovetodance,Ilovetodance,look!!" As the bitty started dancing and Marie started clapping in her hands to encourage the artsy bitty, Élodie felt her life crumble.

"It's fucked." Her coworked had lay his hand on Élodie's shoulder. "Nobody is leaving you in this kind of shit. We'll tell Angel it dusted during the trip. Just kill it." Élodie shivered. "I- I'm not wasting a brand new bittybone..." She stuttered. "You can't have any bitty at home anyway. And you sure aren't upsetting your landlord for this... thing." The monster girl considered the idea. Dipping the bitty in the acid was the way to go but this dancing one was now holding so tight around her arm that it hurted. She would have to surrender her arm to be released.

"We have a hammer in the toolbox."

He said. "It'd be quick. Won't feel anything and you'd keep your arm." "What a waste..." Sighed Élodie as they were going to the toolbox, followed by Marie who did not understand a thing, as amazed as she was by the chatting Bubblegum bitty who would not be so happy if it had listened even a little to what had been said. They were now holding tight the bitty's upper torso on the table, its tail still dangerously and tightly curled on Élodie's arm and the hammer was right over its head when Marie finally realized. "YOU MONSTERS !!" She then snapped the Bubblegum from Élodie's arm and it was fair to say it hurted a little- "Nothing racist of course. I'm not racist." Marie defended in an angry tone, remembering that, indeed, at least one of them was a monster. "But how could you-" It just took that amount of time for the Bubblegum bitty to start to wail. The noise was... Intense. To say the least. Marie was sushing and reassuring all she could the crying atrocity. Her voice could not be heard over that but she exploded. "How! How could you do that to HIM, look how upset he is!!" She was now freely cuddling it as the bitty flailed, trying its best to reach back to Élodie. The monster girl looked at her colleague, at loss for what to do. "Since you were planning to kill him, he's mine, now! I saved him!" Élodie tried to talk her friend back to reason since the imprint was already done and there was no way this bitty would accept a new owner but- with that noise- and with how upset Marie was... Élodie and her colleague just ended up staring at the leaving guest, holding tightly her flailing new lamia. ... "Wow. Your home is actually more quiet than I expected." Said Élodie with an uneasy smile. It had been a few months since her best friend talked to her, so the invitation had been more than welcomed. "I-... No. Nothing." Bittys were now a sensitive subject between them. Élodie just spent their evening chatting and laughing and everything was great until Marie had to leave for a little time in the bathroom. Élodie was left alone with her thought in the silent living room, scrolling absentely on her phone until a knocking sound was heard. "Bump." Okay. What was that shit. "Bump. Bump." Élodie stood up and went for the noise. It was coming from what looked like a big jewel box which was sitting on a shelf. Muffling sounds soon to be heard as she got closer. Her open hand reached to the box in curiosity and she almost opened it but- Yeah. She didn't want to know what or who was inside.

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[helshades]

Please help me find a scent! When I enter a room, I want people to acknowledge my existence. I want to demand their attention, but they can't approach me. No! I want people to automatically realize that they can't play me. No time for nonsense. Serious business only. I'm in charge. I want to be intimidating and mysterious. Which perfume should I get?

So... something potent, sensual, with monstrous projection, unsweetened, but thorny, a little cold perhaps..?. In one word: tantalising.

As a matter of fact, we could go in a lot of directions, depending on your own version of ‘intimidating’ and ‘mysterious’ alone. Or your co-workers’ take on the subject, since some people are likely to feel intimidated in the presence of a powerful green floral, or any spice whatsoever now I come to think of it. As for the approachability factor, the ultra-chic grandiloquence of Rouge Hermès has been known to traumatise its fair share of opponents. Yet, I don’t suppose you’re after something quite so, er, ‘sultry dowager’. Ahem.

Never have I met a perfume so evocative as Grimoire, or so strange. One of Anatole Lebreton’s very best, it resembles nothing you could smell anywhere else, unless you could transport yourself under the robes of a young monk daydreaming over his illuminated manuscript as the window open on the herb garden carries tranquil yet troubling scents into the dusty library. It might be too contemplative for your purposes, but it is a perfume to behold, arresting, beauteous, imaginative, at once familiar and aloof.

Now, if the frankincense and dust have you parched for a wetter perfume, I cannot resist the temptation of slipping a floral in my list, though not others might think of spontaneously: Un matin d’orage, by Annick Goutal, and here you would have a difficult choice to make between the eau de toilette and the eau de parfum versions, as they happen to be quite different, the latter featuring a pretty dirty tuberose on a woody bed of myrrh and guaic, whereas the former is a little spicier with ginger and greener, in my opinion the real ‘stormy morning’ (to be perfectly honest, I wear one in the morning, and the other come afternoon) of the two. Beautiful, energising, but a little cold.

Practically on the opposite, why not something by house Frapin? One of the most respected cognac maker, in 2007 they launched a successful line of wonderful perfumes, generally thought to be leaning on the masculine side (I suppose women are meant only to sip their minute glass of sherry daintily, whereas men can haz the better spirits...) but in truth quite unisex, usually heavy with alcohol and elegantly exotic, like a casket of precious wood so often used to carry bottles that even empty the rich smell of winy fruit and spices linger. Frapin perfumes are usually well-blended and fairly close to the skin, so I’d recommend the probable loudest and my favourite: Caravelle Épicée, ‘spicy caravel’, a classy spicy-boozy juice, peppery, delicately woody with a whiff of tobacco, and a subtle slide of sexy patchouli.

I almost recommended Speakeasy as well but I find it a little close to the skin, all things considered, even though it must be sniffed once. It was made by one of my nose darlings, Marc-Antoine Corticchiato, who runs his own independent house, Parfum d’Empire, of which I dislike exactly zero creation. His very first, back in 2003, was one of the ballsiest ambers ever made, and could drink any Frapin under the table with its intoxicating head of vodka and champagne, like a very tipsy White Russian still too well-educated to lose control of his senses entirely, but he’s almost there, and he’s rambling; and his leather boots are waxed in birch tar, and his perfume is something herbal and masculine with juniper and spices... The result is a smoking Russian tea with a hefty dose of alcohol: the much-beloved Ambre Russe. Also particularly worthy of note in the house for me, with added ‘mystery’, are Wazamba, all incense, balms, resins & woods, and it is to Serge Lutens’ Fille en aiguilles what green leather desk covers are to red ones (ctrl+F, then search for ‘sage-green’.), as well as the bashful and daring Aziyadé, the forbidden Turkish delight of a girl. A lot more luxurious, and not an easy wear for everyone, and it evolves along the day marvellously (very different notes come up depending on who’s wearing it, too, which is never a bad thing), depending also on the weather. Honestly, on me it smells so much like spicey, liqorous orange that I’m incapable not to wear it on Christmas, but on most other people it does smell less like a fruity pomander.

Now, since I cited one of my favourite ambers, I must mention another, which is one of the most splendid ever created: Lubin’s Akkad, which could have been the ultimate ‘perfume of an empire’, as nose Delphine Thierry sought to make the mystical fragrance that emperor Sargon, who ruled Mesopotamia twenty-five centuries ago, might have wished to offer his goddess Ishtar, who presided over love and war... The offering is a startling beauty, sombre and luminous at once, a combination of precious incenses—elemi, olibanum, styrax—with hypnotic herbs (labdanum, clary sage), hot spices (vanilla, cardamom), on a bed of amber embers. Must always be compared with its incestuous cousin Idole, based on ebony wood and a hint of leather. Darker somewhat, more dangerous, and just as heady.

Dangerous also... This one has its share of haters: Serge Noire, by Serge Lutens. It has many notes in common with Idole, including its ebony heart, but instead of rich alcohol and macerated fruits, there are strong, dark peppers and a bag of cloves that knocks you down on first sniff. I adore it, because I can’t have enough of filthy musky notes and clove, like cumin, can be (and is often) worked into a civet-like smell of sweat and sex. (The title is a pun on Lutens’ first name—the nose behind his perfumes being English mad genius Christopher Sheldrake—but serge is French for ‘twill’, a nod to Lutens’ youth designing hair, make-up and jewellery for the high fashion world.) Serge Noire is a contrasted and demanding perfume, burning hot and cold, a dark fur with hints of ash and earth, some have spoken of ink, but it ends on a more suave vanilla-scented leather. You have to be patient for this layer to appear, though.

On the civet-spice spectrum, one of my favourites: Rose Poivrée, which now-retired Hermès in-house perfumer Jean-Claude Ellena designed for The Different Company, is exactly what it says on the tin, a dark red rose with loads, but loads of pepper, black, pink, coriander, and a frisson of vetiver to better underline the insanely exciting duality of this hot-and-cold perfume. I wear it in autumn for some reason, and it keeps changing, alternating between the rose and the sweat-like cumin. It has a magnificent lookalike, with less dirty notes and added gin and leather, in Penhaligon’s Much Ado About the Duke, with the downside of the ridiculous price of their ‘Portraits’ collection, and I hardly ever see it on EBay, unfortunately, but one never knows.

Intimidating, mysterious, commandeering, quite a little bit dangerous, and of course horridly expensive, I frantically advise you to discover the entire line of D.S. & Durga perfumes. Based in New York, perfumer David Seth ‘D.S.’ Moltz and architect Kavi Ahuja ‘Durga’ Moltz are married, crazy, and brilliant; both are obsessed with the way odours allow us to armchair-travel everywhere, and their olfactory universe ventures into pre-industrial America, ‘turning things [they] love into scented stories of cowboys, open terrain, Russian novel characters and folk songs’. This is how you get one Burning Barbershop, inspired by a fire that ravaged a Westlake barbershop in 1891, hence a fragrance like old-timey tonics, lavender, mint, lime, vanilla... as well as smokey notes. (My personal favourite is Bowmakers, a homage to the violin and bow makers of the Bay Colony in 1800s New England, which is only woods—rosewood, mahogany, pine, maple—, resin, varnish, nut and leather.)  In the ‘Hylnds’ collection, Pale Grey Mountain, Small Black Lake is an unbelievable chypre with herbal, mineral and aquatic notes reminiscent of an entire Scottish landscape. Even more apothecarial is Mississippi Medicine, with its camphorous head and its resinous, vegetal body of cypress and cedar mixed with coriander, juniper, olibanum, and birch tar—so powerfully, so troublingly organic, intimidating, mystical, that if it heals, it must also be a poison.

Here, impossible not to mention James Heeley’s Esprit du Tigre, the sensuous transposition of a famous Asian liniment commercially known as ‘tiger balm’, but it is surprisingly tasteful and decidedly discreet in the end. So, by Heeley, I’d rather recommend two great classics, his wondrous incenses Cardinal and Phoenicia, the first a sensually blasphemous blend of myrrh and olibanum on white linen, a peppery rose with labdanum, earthy and aerial with patchouli and vetiver; whereas Phoenicia is an imaginary voyage on the Mediterranean Sea, inspired by the merchants who brought so many precious woods, spices and fruits to the west in the Antiquity: dates and grapes, incense and labdanum, oud, sandalwood and birch, and vetiver. It has a lot in common with Aziyadé in fact, except the latter is a spice market while this one is a merchant ship with a heavy cargo of precious woods. (Have both, is essentially what I’m saying.)

So, is it showing that I’m completely obsessed with incenses? I shall refrain from adding to the list Olibanum and Oxiana by Profumum Roma, then, but I’ll have some trouble not mentioning my darling Arso and its resinous beauty with a side of grilled hazelnut... Well, if I really must stop, perhaps instead something like the intensely aromatic Victrix (oakmoss, bay leaf, vetiver, peppers and musk) or the fizzy mint & patchouli of Thundra. Profumum Roma bottles are expensive, yes, but this is because the perfumes are highly concentrated, at 43% (a higher dosage than anybody else I know), which means that they last forever with the smallest spray. Do come back to me for advice in the spring when I’m the mood for greener recommendations because Acqua di Sale, ‘salt water’, a startling seaweed, myrtle and cedar blend, might interest you.

In the meantime, because it is horribly late and I have to post this before I start waxing poetry over sticky florientals and how they too can be intimidating and stuff, but above all, before I begin waxing poetry over most of Pierre Guillaume’s catalogue (his creativity is somewhat epileptic and that catalogue seemingly endless) I’ll leave you with a note on a strange, strange flower, which is Daniela Andrier’s Une amourette Roland Mouret for zany house État Libre d’Orange, where the usually well-behaved classic orange blossom gets loose and lascivious, thanks to a temptress of a perfumer who knows how to play the indolic—that is, the fleshy—notes of the white flower, before lying her down on a bed of crazy neo-patchouli, synthetic molecule Akigalawood®, which possesses the peppery, oud-like notes of the undergrowth. Snow White and the wolf in a bottle.

[canonconspiracy]

Oblivious (Klaus x Reader)

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Author: @rmorningstar21

Pairing: Klaus Hargreaves x Reader

Warnings: Angsty, Swearing, Heavy Drinking

Cross Posted on Wattpad (@rmorningstar21)

AN: The time frame on this is kind of screwy, but honestly the series generally gives you 8 days to save the world, and not a great deal of time that Klaus is actually sobering up during that time, so it's a little rushed. Angsty with some fluff at the end. Also, my phone is not allowing the "Read More" option, so I do apologize for that.

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From the outside looking in, it appeared that you did not want Klaus sober.  This was not something you audibly spoke to anyone, nor did you believe it to be so.  For that matter, you did want Klaus to be sober and clean. It killed you to see him the way that he was, as the wreck he had become due to him trying to cover his past by numbing himself.  

No one understood the thought process going through you as you sipped back alcohol as if it were merely water.  No one understood what you needed to numb from, nor why you were numbing yourself as Klaus had fixed himself. Klaus was improving, and you had deteriorated into the nothing that he had just recently saved himself from.  

You needed to be numb, you had told yourself, though.  When you experienced extreme sadness, it triggered your powers in a negative fashion.  If you were just numb, you thought that would allow you to function. Each time you thought about why you needed to drink, you took another sip.  

You constantly thought about it, until no thoughts logically crossed through your own mind.  In fact, you knew it was unhealthy, and you would be drinking yourself into a premature grave.  It was not an addiction to you, though - it was a necessity.  

Klaus becoming sober would not effect you this way if it were not for one specific factor.  You grew up with Klaus as if the two of you started off in boarding school. Not biologically related, everyone knew there was a chance for the siblings to develop feelings for one another.  Luther and Allison had, though nothing had come of it as she moved away with time. Nothing had become for you, either, though those feelings had remained.  

You had stuck around Klaus when he had moved out of the main home, and had watched each horrible decision he had made.  Part of you, of course, wished that you could have stopped him. That part of you wished in the beginning you could have done something, anything, and yet you knew if anyone was to stop him, it was not you.  

After loving him for so long, you could not be the reason to get him sober.  You could not be someone he wished to be sober for, and yet, someone else could.  He was sobering up so he could say goodbye to Dave.  

Each time you had to hear Dave's name, you took a sip of your drink.  It was like a fucked up drinking game for you, where you just hoped by the end of it you could forget why you were drinking in the first place.  Sometimes you did forget, while most times you couldn't.  

Tonight, you were not even sure how much you drank before you began crying into your pillow that night.  You could not even remember what exactly triggered your tears that night either. All you knew was you were sitting in your darkened room at the home you grew up in, tears spilling from your eyes.  

You could not hear the meeting going on in the kitchen, which was not quite far away from you either.  As you wept, your adoptive siblings were sitting in the kitchen, talking about your state. Most did not know why your behavior had plummeted.  

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Luther said with a scowl, his fists clenched in anger.  Luther looked to you as a younger sister, but with the behavior that you had shown, the part of him that was angry he could not help you, thought you were just being an idiot.  

Allison placed a gentle hand on his wide back, calming him slightly.  "There's something clearly wrong, but going at her in anger isn't going to help," Allison cooed softly, trying to get the large man to calm fully.  She was always the level headed one of the group, for the most part, though the two of you had grown apart when she had moved out. "Maybe I could talk with her." 

"You guys don't get it," Five interjected thoughtfully.  "You can't get her to stop drinking. That would be another catastrophe that we don't need." 

Klaus's lips turned downward into a grimace as he glanced over at Five.  "So, I get sober and everything is fine and dandy, but she can't?" He said in disbelief.  "She was never the trainwreck." 

"Heavily negative emotions affect her powers," Five replied with a finger up, as if to silence the room that was not speaking in the first place.  "She could, theoretically, end the world." 

Klaus merely stared in disbelief at Five's accusation.  Allison had chimed in, "We need her help to prevent the end of the world, though." 

"Why don't we lock her in the safe room?" Luther chimed in, "I mean, until she's stable." 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Klaus shot up, floored by Luther's ridiculous proposal.  "Why doesn't someone just figure out why the hell she's upset in the first place?" 

"I know why," Five stated matter-a-factly.  

"Care to enlighten us?" Luther shot back.  

Five shook his head, his finger underneath his chin, as if he was thinking of a way to fix things without actually helping you whatsoever.  "It's not my business to tell," he simply stated with a shrug.  

What the group did not know was the fact that Ben was in the other room, and since you would not be able to see a ghost, he was able to observe you.  He had observed you more than a few nights, trying to figure it out before it had become an increasing issue. The ghost of your adoptive brother watched as you spoke to yourself, even in your own drunken slumber, and he had figured out the issue.  Of course, the only downside to his findings was the simple fact that he was not sure he would be able to help.  

The group had gone their separate ways with time, each heading to slumber upon their own accords.  Beforehand, they had spoken about the impending threat of the apocalypse itself after talking about the apparent impossibility of aiding you.  Klaus had retired to his chambers with Ben waiting on a chair in the corner, and the ghost had glanced up as Klaus had superman-ed into his bed.  

"She's crying over you," Ben stated to the half awake Klaus.  

This had made Klaus shoot up into a seated position, his eyes fixated upon his ghost adoptive brother, a frown protruding on his face.  With a clear head, Klaus was able to process things more productively, and since he had been sober, his head was truly clear, thanks to Diego's support.  "Why is she crying over me?" He asked after trying to process what Ben was saying in the first place.  

"Don't be an idiot, Klaus," Ben said crossing his arms.  "She loves you." 

Klaus had spent a year in Vietnam, and had fallen in love as well as watching that love die.  He thought about you, and the attraction he had for you as kids. There was something of love there, but nothing had become of it, as he begun drowning himself in just about anything that would keep him away from sobriety.  He still had cravings and addictions, but due to his desire to say goodbye to Dave, he was sober and staying as such.  

His lips pursed tightly, and he laid back upon his bed, staring up at the ceiling.  He tried formulating a plan as he stared at the ceiling, his blue eyes blurring as he felt a few tears well in them.  As he kept thinking, he could see the signs throughout time. Each and every time that you had shown him something, he had ignored it.  His own self doubt, self pity, had stopped him from believing that someone actually cared for him.  

With the thoughts flowing through his mind, he drifted off to slumber, knowing what must be done when the sun rose.  He had loved Dave, and part of him still did, but Dave would have wanted him happy. Dave would have wanted to see him sober and happy, living a fulfilling life.  

***

Though Klaus was sober, he was still groggy to rise.  He had to force himself out of bed, and had received an approving nod from his adoptive ghost brother Ben before he had left his room, trailing quickly to your own in his normal, eccentric step.  Without announcing his presence, assuming you would likely still be asleep, he started by clearing your room of alcohol quietly. Each bottle he had found that was either half empty, or even the full ones, he brought to the bathroom.  He poured each and every one of them down the drain, smiling as he did so.  

The addict in him desired to taste just a sip of the liquor that he poured, but the need to be better had stopped him from the temptation.  He had not attempted to hide the evidence of the empty liquor bottles, knowing that someone would get annoyed and grab them later. Turning towards the kitchen, he skipped gleefully as he went to grab a hangover cure that he still knew how to make from the fridge.  Five had been drinking his coffee as Klaus entered, and a sly smile crossed his lips knowingly.  

Klaus made haste to your room, which you were still very much passed out messily on your bed, your pillow covering your face.  Your normally ivory face was a mess with dried tears and disheveled hair, and this had become more apparent as he had removed the pillow from your safe covering.  He could still smell the strong scent of alcohol upon you, both from your breath as well as the bit that you likely spilled upon your clothes.  

"Wakey-wakey," he sung out in a sing-song tone as he prodded at you to rise.  The first few times that he had prodded you, you had not even stirred, but as he continued, you groggily begun moving.  As if it had already become a habit to you, you had reached for the bottle of alcohol that was at your nightstand the night prior, and yet your hand fell short of nothingness.  There was nothing for you to grab, after all. 

As your consciousness was hitting you, you bit your lip hard, your glazed e/c eyes searching.  What they had found instead, not even more than a few inches away from your now sitting up figure, was the man you were drinking over.  The first thing you ended up drinking in was his deep blue eyes that stared into your own, followed by his gruff facial hair and his lips that were curled into a smile.  

"Where-" you started in a placid tone, before he cut you off.  

"Drink this," he said, handing you the hangover cure that was still firmly in his hand.  You begrudgingly took the odd looking drink, downing it quickly before you had to taste the horrible liquid that you had swallowed. Once you did, you glanced up at Klaus with curious eyes as he held a hand out to you.  After a few moments, you had taken the hand, rising to your feet.  

He pulled you by your hand all the way over to the bathroom, turning the shower on and beginning to take off his own clothes, encouraging you to do the same.  For a few minutes, you stared blankly in disbelief. "Klaus, uh, what are you doing?" You asked through a stutter, your eyes not being able to leave the sight before you.  

"Currently, waiting for you to get in the shower," he said with a suggestive look upon his face, causing you to stifle a laugh.  He was always so eccentric, which was one of the many things you adored about the man, but he had never dragged you into the shower before.  After all, why would he do that? 

You shrugged off your clothing shyly before you were stripped fully, leaving your arms in front of your main insecurities.  He had reached out and moved your arms for you, the feeling of his hot skin against your own causing you to shudder. "Beautiful," he mused out as his eyes drank you in, before he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you in with him.  He allowed you to stand directly under the flowing water, before he had wrapped his slender arms tightly around your waist, his head resting in your shoulder.  

"What's gotten into you today?" You said skeptically, though even you could admit that this is what you truly dreamed of.  His embrace was tight, almost needy, and it felt as if he was washing away all the bad thoughts from inside of you in this moment as the water washed down your body.  

He smiled into your shoulder, not moving from his spot as he murmured, "You could have just told me, instead of me having to find out from Ben." 

Your eyes widened at the accusation, but your arms reached up to pull him as close as you could, embracing him tightly.  Breathing in his intoxicating scent was much more addictive than your alcohol. "So, I take it you know that I love you," you said as more of a statement than a question, though you did wish for an answer.  

"Mhm," he breathed out gently.  "And I love you, Y/N. I don't want you going down the same path I did, especially because of me." 

"And you're not just saying this because you want me sober?" You mused out in almost a whisper.  

His chin disconnected from your shoulder, and he glanced deep into your eyes before closing the gap between the two of you, lips upon lips.  It started gentle and sweet, as if he was asking for permission. As you begun kissing him in return, he started kissing more passionately, his arms holding you tighter than before, if that was even possible.  

When the two of you had finally separated for air, a smile was prominent against your lips as your lungs begged for oxygen.  "Does that answer your question?" He said teasingly, a sly yet genuine smile upon his lips.  

You nodded before pulling him into another sweet kiss, moving your lips in sync with his own, enjoying the sparks that flowed through your body.  Of course, you had your doubts, but this moment was too wonderful for negative thoughts, and when he finally says goodbye to Dave, he would be able to tell him that he is going to live on happily. 

[tamaki-amajiki-is-my-baby]

Finally got the girlies done! :D!! Click for better quality!

This is Karite Shinsoroki, Hinagiku Bakugo-Midoriya, and Tami Togata!

I definetly did not do Tami's adorable ass outfit justice here-

There's a lot of things wrong with the outfits, but I couldn't really change;

Karite usually has a greenish color sweater she wears around her elbows, but that's very hard to draw and I didn't know how to layer the hair and everything, and not hide her!

Hinagiku should be wearing All Might merch.

Tami almost always is wearing the same cape that Tamaki wears. It just goes down to her knees, so I obviously didn't draw it since I want you to see her.

Quirks:

Karite ~ Loan

Whenever she brainwashes someone, either her ice or her fire gets transfered to them. She can't use the person's original quirk, she has to give one of her's up.

She can't choose whether she gives them ice or fire, it's a 50/50 chance, and so she usually won't make plans that aren't flexible in that aspect.

She can't use whichever quirk she gives up.

She activates the brainwashing the same way Shinso does.

Hinagiku ~ Explosion

Her sweat, tears, and pretty much everything else is the same nitroglycerin like substance as her father.

Smells even more like caramel than he does.

Tami ~ Permiation/Manifest

Nothing special; just both her dad's quirks. She has a lot more trouble using both at the same time, however, and she much prefers Permiation.

Appearances

Karite:

She has tanned skin, blue/purple and grey/purple eyes, and dark purple hair with red and white at the tips on the left and right sides respectively.

She really likes high waisted shorts with tank tops, and those are usually in greyscale, with a poofy greenish jacket to add some color.

Rocks those moccasins.

Hinagiku:

She has green eyes, pale skin, and green hair at the top with pristine blond further down, worn in two ponytails that she drapes over her shoulders.

Almost always seen in All Might merch. She's still holding onto him after over a decade.

When she's not, she doesn't have the best fashion sense and will throw a shirt under one of the many cute suspender-skirts she has.

Of course, you can't forget her bright red shoes that go with nothing she wears, but refuses to change!

Tami

Tami is a mini Tamaki — dark indigo eyes, darker skin, and indigo hair that she wears like Mirio used to in high school.

She likes cute strapless dresses that go down to a bit above her knees, and will wear a lighter color long sleeve shirt over it. They usually have some other poofy transparent fabric over those sleeves, which she only wears cos she thinks it's adorable. And it is.

She's usually wearing sandals, and her usually color palette is warm colors with a bit of very whitish-greens as accents or backgrounds.

Fun facts! :D

- Tami's cape is made with the fibers of her hair, so it permeates with her just like Mirio's cosume does!

She's actually allowed to wear the cape + hood in school as long as it's not over her head, since it helps with her self-consciousness, most of her being covered up by it.

- Mirio finds it really funny that Tami's doing the same thing with her hair as he did. She used to wear it just like Tamaki does, and then she switched to a half ponytail, and she's gone back to the Tamaki look a few times.

- Tami is demisexual and currently questioning whether she likes Hinagiku back.

Despite her having.. Y'know... Two fathers, she's still nervous to come out and hasn't yet. It's alright, Tami, take your time.

- Since Tamaki is a name you could use for either gender, Mirio really wanted to name her Tamaki!

But Tamaki got nervous, and asked the what if's like 'what if we break up and you have to say my name?'

Other than that, though, it would be confusing.

So they took the first letter of each of their names and boom! たミ! Tami!

- She has an incredible amount of respect for both dads, and she designed her hero costume after both of them.

And her fighting style. She sinks into the ground, then seems to warp just like Mirio does. Go for the gut!

- She has the same anxiety as Tamaki, it's really bad. But she still tries to smile! She doesn't want people to worry about her, so she smiles!

It also helps her whenever she's heroing, by making her feel like she can get through anything, and making the people she's saving feel safer.

But of course, like everything, this has a downside.

She hates it whenever she can't force her smiles and will get overwhelmingly angry with herself if she can't find a reason to smile about a situation.

~ Hinagiku is actually kind of an asshole, she just doesn't realize she's being really mean sometimes.

It used to really hurt her, because she had trouble keeping friends, and she's very scared of loosing Tami now.

Though, she's getting better at pinpointing behavior, apologising, and keeping an eye out for it.

~ She's still questioning. When she got close to Tami, she realized that all her previous 'crushes' weren't crushes at all! She thought she was pansexual, but she's not sure now.

She doesn't know the term for only being attracted to one person. She doesn't find any other girls pretty in that way, or boys handsome in that way.

~ Isn't very good with her volume due to her quirk. Needs and has hearing aids. Blew her ears-

She can hear without them, but just barely, and she won't be able to decipher what you're saying. She does know you're talking, though.

~ for being Japanese, she's very touchy-feely!

She loves hugs and holding hands and never leaves Tami alone even when there in public.

However, she can recognize when Tami doesn't want her to, and will stop. She's very observant in this way.

~ She's a hero fanatic. She knows everything about them all, including their real names.

She's still in absolute awe of (who she seee as) her girlfriend being the daughter of the #1 hero couple!!

And of course she's in awe of hereself being the daughter of the #1 standalone hero.

~ Hina knows sign language! When she realized she was loosing her hearing, she quickly picked up some books and started learning for her life.

It's also to understand her best friend Ogoe-de, who developed a vocal condition called aphonia when they were around four. She has a lot of trouble understanding why he's so sad about that, but it's probably because of his quirk depending on hisbvoice and him being loud. Poor thing. I'll get to him when I drae the guys.

Them being her, Karite, and him. They've known each other for a while!

• Karite is like super smart.

She's got really good problem solving skills, planning ahead, and is just snarr in general.

Because of this high bar, anything even slightly below it leaves her on her knees.

Almost literally.

• She is bisexual with a preference toward men.

Loves Ogoe-de more than she loves herself-

She hasn't told her dads about her sexuality, but she's not hiding it at all. She doesn't see the need to make it a big deal, and do she doesn't. They've never properly had a talk about it and she doesn't feel they need to.

• She's very aloof and barely shows emotions. Just like her dads.

Only exception is around her friends, where she's surprisingly sassy.

• She keeps Hinagiku under control.

“Stop harrassing Tami”

“I'm loving her!!”

• She uses the same tricks that Shinso used when he was young.

“Dad can we get McDonald's”

• She doesn't use her power willy nilly, though.

• Whenever they train, Hinagiku is usually he one she brainwashes. Both because she's very agile and because... She's really damn easy to brainwash.

She does volenteer, though! Karite wouldn't do that to her if she didn't allow it.

Ogoe-de doesn't understand why she doesn't just use him, and she tells him it's because he doesn't need the help of her quirk to become a good hero.

He disagrees.

It's one of the only things they don't agree upon, but they're working on it.

The boys and villians are coming soon, as well as the girl's hero costumes!