#the rest are the ones we bought at the feed store

[awkwardnerdylesbian]

Share pictures of your chickens

not home yet but i have these of a month ago because my mom wanted to see the roosters

[someonealreadyhadmynickname]

Dad headcanons | Leon S. Kennedy

warnings: pregnancy

I picture Leon being in absolute bliss when you break the news to him. He’ll be laughing while hugging you. He’s never had a normal family, and I believe he would want children of his own. He’ll be so happy he won’t be able to erase a dumb smile from his face for the rest of the day.

Reads lots of articles on parenting and baby development.

A worrywart. One day several noises woke you up late at night and you discovered your husband babyproofing everything in the house. Turns out he was so worried he couldn’t wait til’ the morning.

You have to be very careful about mentioning your cravings because this man is driving in the middle of the storm if that means getting what you want. You’ll have to physically stop him from going out at ungodly hours just because you crave some donuts.

If it were up to him, you wouldn’t even get out of bed. He has to be holding your hand when you use stairs, no matter how many times you’ve tried to convince him you are totally capable of doing it alone.

“What’s next? I’m not allowed to use scissors?”

Your laugh slowly quietens as you notice Leon’s thinking face.

“... I don’t see why you would have to use scissors”

One day he came home with a big present box and when you opened it a german shepherd jumped at you. He got a trained police dog to keep you company. (Not before making extensive research on the best family dogs, of course).

On top of that, he would want to hire someone to help around the house because the thought of you being alone makes him worried sick.

He’s so silly. Talks to your belly all the time. When he comes home he always greets you with “how are my babies doing?”

He goes crazy with baby stuff. Clothes, plushies, bottles, toys, everything he sees in stores ends up in the baby room. The room is so full of stuff you two had to keep some things in the attic. He has promised to stop buying things several times but there’s always something that catches his eye and he has to get it.

“And this is a baby monitor— I know that face, you don’t like it”

“No, I love it, it’s just…”

“Yes?”

“You already bought one of those, love”

“Aha! No, I bought a different one. Now, you see, the one we had doesn’t had all the features this one has…”

Strikes me as the kind of guy who would want to wait a bit before telling people about the pregnancy… However, he ends up spilling the beans two or three times. Also, people kinda catch onto it because all he talks about is about children’s development.

Sometimes you wake up at night to find your lover lying awake, watching at the ceiling. Truth is, he can’t help but worry about your child’s future and spends hours thinking about it; but when you ask him what’s keeping him up, he always answers that the excitement of becoming a dad won’t let him sleep.

Will do the impossible in order to be with you during the delivery. He has warned his superiors months in advance that he needs to rest during the days when is probable the baby is coming. In the worst case scenario, where he isn’t able to make it in time, he is gonna be regretful for a very long time.

Definitely cries the first time he holds his baby.

He randomly wakes up at night and goes to check the baby. He’ll sit in front of the crib and stay there for a while, sometimes he picks the baby up and just holds them. Will always give them a kiss on their forehead before leaving.

Converses with the baby. He could be feeding them, or changing their diaper, and he talks to them as if they could understand him. Tells them about his day, how work is going. If you two were ever to argue (which is very rare and, if you do, always with a certain joke air), he is bringing the baby and puts them on his side. He looks at the baby and asks “can you believe this?”

You’ve found him watching baby cartoons not noticing the child is long asleep.

He is beyond cheerful because everytime you are carrying the baby, they raise their tiny arms to his dad wanting to be held by him.

Asks Claire to babysit whenever you two go out on dates.

Which he later regrets because now, everytime the baby sees Claire, they reach out for her. Even if Leon is carrying them. Makes him a bit jealous.

Your baby walks and talks very early on because of how much time Leon spends with them.

Every parent believes their kid is exceptional, but Leon could win the proudest dad competition. As your child grows up, Leon is so amazed by every milestone they complete. “I’m telling you, this child is going places”, he tells you the day your baby learns to roll over.

You mentioned to him once how cute you thought albums were, so now you two keep one for your kid. He takes terrible photos, but you think those are very adorable and keep them in the album.

Takes playtime seriously. He isn’t like those parents who don’t even care about what’s happening and leave at the middle of the game. Tea party? He is wearing his best clothes. Pretending to be spies? Won’t break character. He will be bashful if you catch him tho.

He has this ongoing thing with your child where they try to build the biggest sandcastle everytime you go to the beach.

He always says ‘I love you’ when saying goodbye. Once your child hurriedly kissed his cheek and pretended to leave, but Leon stopped them and said: “Everytime I tell you I love you, I mean it, it’s not just mindless words. Do you mean it?” He knows that, and god forbids it happens, he could not come back home one day. So it’s crucial for him for his child to understand how much he loves them.

It breaks his heart to leave his family so often. On one occasion he overheard your child begging you to talk to their father and ask him to please stop going on missions.

I picture him having a daughter.

The kind of man who takes his daughter to dates. Everytime he brings you flowers, he has another bouquet for his princess.

Your daughter is a performer. She makes up dances and songs and performs in front of you two.

Once, when she was young, she told him she wanted to marry him. He answered he couldn’t marry her because he is already married to you, to which your girl replied “Can I marry uncle Chris then?” Leon hasn’t recovered from that.

Maybe a bit delusional but you two invite over his D.S.O friends for Christmas, Claire and Chris included, and everyone brings a present for your daughter.

He’d like more than one kid, but often worries about what would happen to his family if he ever goes missing, so for now, another one isn’t in the plans.

Lying by your side at night, he sometimes thanks you for the opportunity to have a family.

[allywthsr]

Christmas shopping | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando go Christmas shopping

wordcount: 1.1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: spending a lot of money

notes: tell me your thoughts!!

advent calendar

”Lando, come on, you’re so slow.“

You were Christmas presents shopping with your boyfriend, Lando.

Due to you both living in Monaco, you were currently roaming around shops like Louis Vuitton or Dior. It was harder to get presents than you thought. The cold air was slapping against your skin, whenever you were walking from store to store.

Today were Lando’s parents, his siblings, his sister-in-law, his nieces, and your family on the agenda. Obviously, you weren’t going to get Mila and Athena something from the expensive stores, for that you wanted to drive to Nice and see if you could find something, as well as for the others if you didn’t find anything here.

Lando’s sister Cis and you talked over the phone yesterday and she told you that she wanted this Louis Vuitton scarf for a while, but it was too expensive for her to buy it on her own, so you called Oliver this morning and asked if they would be down to pay for the rest, that Lando and you wouldn’t cover. He gladly agreed and now you were looking through the different kinds of scarfs there were.

”Do you think she‘d want a rose or a beige-colored one?“

”I would choose a beige one, fits better with the rest of the clothes.“

You nodded and called for an employee, to help you. Quickly you had bought the beige one, Lando and you agreed to cover four hundred pounds and the rest four hundred pounds would pay Oliver and Savannah.

On your way out you looked at the different bags, you slowed down and tugged on Lando’s hand.

”Look at that one!“

”Y/N, we’re not here for you.“

”But they’re beautiful.“

Before you could say another word, he dragged you out of the Louis Vuitton, too scared you would feed your handbag addiction. ”Flo talked about this necklace, it’s like silver with a horseshoe pendant.“

”Where do we get that?“

”Tiffany & co?“

With intertwined hands, you made your way to the next store, Tiffany. Immediately someone came up and offered you a champagne, but you declined and went to an employee, wanting to see all the different necklaces. Different colors, silver, gold, or rose gold were shown to you, but in the end, you decided to go with silver, like Flo wanted. The necklace cost two-hundred pounds, but Lando held his credit card against the machine, and it didn’t hurt him one bit. He earned enough money to spend a bit more on Christmas.

Again, Lando had to drag you out, because he knew how you loved looking at (and buying) jewelry.

”What are thinking for your parents?“

”I have absolutely no clue, they have everything they need and if they’re missing something, they buy it. Do you have an idea baby?“

”Not really, maybe like a small trip to Monaco? And we can rent a boat for the whole family for a day or something?“

”I like the idea, mum always likes quality time more than material things, we should invite your parents and the rest of your family as well, then we have a present for them too.“

”Uh yes, I like that.“

He grabbed your hand and put it in his pocket, you’re always cold, he knew that.

His parents and yours were checked off that list, now for Oliver and Savannah. Savannah was a simple girl, she was happy if you would give her a bouquet of flowers, but you weren’t going to do that. Oliver was more difficult, sure he would be happy over something small too, but he had everything he needed.

”What about a spa day for Savannah? I would sacrifice myself and go with her.“

”And of what do you need to relax from? I get Sav needing some time off from being a mum, but you?“

”I need time off from being your girlfriend?“

He looked at you, with a shocked look on his face, but he knew you were joking.

”I‘m kidding, I‘m kidding.“

You put one of your hands on his cheek and pressed your lips against his, for a quick kiss, but Lando being Lando, he tried to deepen it, holding your head with his hand. You tried to wiggle out his grip, ”Baby, we’re in public“, you knew Lando didn’t really care, he wanted to be a normal boy that had a girlfriend, and that’s how he sometimes acted.

With a groan, he let go of you, and pulled you to the next store.

”Alright, Sav gets a spa day and for my brother, I thought I‘d get him a bracelet and one of my helmets.“

”Your helmet?“

”Yes, he always says how he wants to have my podium helmets because they’re beautiful.“

”But then, what do I gift him?“

”We can share the bracelet.“

You hummed and looked around in the different jewelry store, Lando had pulled you in. After looking at a few, you decided to go for a brown one with silver details.

”We only have the kids and the dogs left.“

”The dogs? Are you serious, Y/N?“

”Of course! They can’t get nothing.“

Lando only shook his head with a smile and kissed your cheek.

”Should we go to Nice? The toy store is supposed to be beautiful there.“

”Sure, let’s go.“

You two sat in his car and Lando drove you to Nice, he parked the car safely on the parking spots and you two went inside. You tightly held Lando’s hand, or else he would’ve been in the car section already, swooning over the different cars. He was a little boy at heart.

”Mila likes dolls nowadays, should we get her one?“

”Yes baby, I talked to Sav about it and they got her this specific one, so I know what to buy“, with that you pulled him to the dolls.

With a scan, you looked at all the different girls and found one with a dog, it had a leash and everything.

”Lando, please. It has a little dog!“, the pout on your face was big and Lando could just laugh at you.

Quickly he grabbed it and put it in the basket, now you two only had to get something for Athena, she was still a baby, so it wasn’t that hard. You got a toy, that played different music and would light up when you pressed different buttons, she would love it. Next to the toy store, was a small pet store, you couldn’t resist buying a toy for each dog, they needed to get presents too.

When you returned to your shared flat, in the evening, you looked at all the different bags. You love shopping for Christmas presents, no matter how stressful it is.

[sixosix]

'cat' the son | itoshi rin

( a/n ) when i came back the poll was 50/50 so i got bribed and it’s now decided that rin is the winner + little highschool au bc we all know they dropped out:/ idk what to title this im ngl

there’s a cat on the sidewalk.

you have about six dollars in your hand, a faltering mission to treat yourself to a cold drink, and an aching heart at the sight of the little animal seated like a king on concrete, looking up at you with blank eyes.

its dark fur and near-teal eyes remind you of someone. of a back facing your seat, dark hair always kept neat and looking like it’s conditioned meticulously, and the sharpest eyes you have ever seen on a high schooler.

it has been a long day, long enough for you to have stormed out of the room as soon as classes ended to rush to the nearest shop that would sell what you’re craving. alas, there is a cat on the sidewalk, and you can’t just ignore it.

“stay here, kitty,” you say before rushing off with the six dollars in hand and a new goal to head straight to the nearest sign with an animal cardboard cutout printed on it.

eventually, you find one; eventually, you come out of the store holding cat food and a tiny cat bowl because you were worried about letting the cat eat straight from the can. it’s baby blue with little fishes added as design, though you think it’s rather gruesome to put that there, considering the canned food you bought is made from fish. still, you hope the cat will appreciate it.

the cat is still there as if it’s understood and blessed you with patience. the unimpressed look it has on its face says otherwise, though. grateful, you kneel beside it, slightly mesmerized by the fact that it hasn’t run away yet.

maybe other people are feeding it, too? it doesn’t look worryingly thin. needs a little cleaning, but looks well-fed. you’re relieved.

“here you go,” you coo, ignoring the strange looks of the passersby. you place the bowl down and crack open the can. the smell has the cat walking over, meowing all crankily. “i know, i know.”

the cat doesn’t dig in until you’ve finished shaking off its contents, staring at you in the same way the itoshi guy in your class would. the resemblance is uncanny.

you spend the rest of your afternoon keeping the cat company. its face speaks as if it’s far from amused, but the way it rubs against your ankle contradicts it.

cute. the cat is cute.

another student comes to visit the cat, carrying two cans of cat food. it’s been sitting in the plastic for a little while because as he had been going in the same routine he usually has, he spots you, his classmate, bent to the knees next to his cat, and paused.

rin thinks you’re scared of him because everyone in the class is. he lets you have your moment, choosing to come back later when you’ve finished so you don’t freak out and scare the cat. he thinks he can strike up a conversation tomorrow where there are no cats to frighten.

the cat walks up to him, instantly familiar. he doesn’t even meow up at rin impatiently, which confirms rin’s suspicions.

“y/n fed you well,” he mumbles. “i guess you can have this tomorrow.”

you’re suddenly all too aware that rin sits in front of you. he’s right there, uniform stretched over his broad back, most likely because he’s the prodigy of soccer in your school.

the neatness of his hair reminds you of the cat from yesterday, with its silky dark fur despite being a stray. you resist the urge to touch it, missing the cat already. you make a mental note to refill your water bottle so the cat can drink after.

while left thinking about the fact that you’re three dollars shorter than yesterday's budget, you fail to notice that class has ended and rin has his arm slung over the top of his chair to turn to look at you.

rin’s eyes flicker down to the paper bag next to your feet. “what’s that for?”

startled by the smoothness of his voice directed at you, you choke out a: “t-this?” you gesture lamely at the bag containing the gruesome bowl.

“what else am i referring to?”

you scrunch your nose. “okay, no need to be so rude. maybe i won’t tell you what it is.”

rin stares, and you’re intensely reminded of piercing eyes looking up at you, patiently waiting for the canned tuna.

“it’s a cat bowl,” you murmur, defeated.

“cat bowl,” he repeats, a gleam in his eye. he probably thinks you’re weirder than he already thinks you are.

“for a stray. i don’t want to bring it around because some other cat owner might steal it. i can’t have that.”

“show me,” he demands.

a little terrified by the fact that the class grump is actively maintaining a conversation with you; you obediently show him the bowl, spinning it around to show all sides. rin hums, contemplative. your classmates are starting to stare. “it’s weird, right? fishes for the print and fishes for dinner. do you like it?”

“lukewarm.”

“what does that even mean?”

“it’s too small. buy a new one.”

“...you think?”

rin nods, standing up. the chair screeches while he says, “i’ll come with you.”

this is how you end up in the same pet supply store with a companion this time. rin picks the most expensive one for the bowl and the canned cat food, which makes you think he must really like cats a lot.

but as you two leave the store, you belatedly realize he’s leading the way even though you never told him anything about the stray you meet.

it doesn’t hit you until the same cat meows and purrs at rin, rubbing against his pants with its entire body.

“hi,” rin says, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

you gape. “wait, the cat’s yours?”

rin bends down, knees to his chest while he sets the bowl down and cracks the can open with one finger. “no. dad’s allergic. he doesn’t follow me back home anyway.” while he does that, the cat comes to greet you, and your heart aches on rin’s behalf.

so he just comes to feed him every day, huh… you muse, gently scratching the cat who purrs at your attention but still looks as if he’d rather be anywhere but here.

“do you have a name for him?”

rin pauses, having finished pouring everything. “...no.” he squints at you as if you’ve just asked him the exact coordinates of his birthplace: sincerely confused.

“what do you call him, then?” you watch as the unnamed cat starts digging down on the food, content. you wonder why no one else has already kept this cat to themselves. he’s so cute and polite.

“cat.”

“ah, of course.”

you two watch ‘cat’ eat, content with the silence. it starts to drizzle moments later, but rin is quick to pull out an umbrella and cover all three of you. the cat grumbles unhappily at the splatter of rain hitting him.

“do you always visit him?”

“yes.”

“do you like cats?”

“yes.”

a shame that allergies are the only thing keeping itoshi rin from getting a cat.

while you’re distracted, the cat goes back to rin. rin wastes no time bending down to pick him up, looking awfully domestic in the middle of a sidewalk in front of a busy coffee shop. your hands twitch to reach for your phone, but you’re too stunned to do anything but stare. they look so much alike.

cute, you think, horrified, rin looks so cute holding the cat.

while engulfed in rin’s arms, the cat meows at you. and you, with a too-tender heart, can’t resist.

“i’ll keep him,” you declare with newfound determination. “i’ll take care of him. if you let me keep the bowl you bought.”

rin’s eyes light up, though it wouldn’t have been evident if you hadn’t been his classmate and witnessed his varying expressions of death. (as if it was varying in the first place.)

“i’ll buy everything else he’ll like,” he says, like a true cat mom, his face glowing with barely concealed excitement.

since then, rin accompanies you home. you tell him that you’ve saved up three dollars from yesterday and now you have more than enough to buy a nice, cold drink and maybe catnip for the cat, but rin insists that he’ll pay for everything, including your beverage.

“you feed our son.”

“our son?” he repeats curiously.

“yes. he lives with me. he looks like you,” you explain absentmindedly, setting up the water dispenser on the new food bowl rin ended up buying. it no longer has fish for design or the painful lime green he bought the second time—instead, it’s a nice blue that compliments the cat’s eyes.

“and what are you implying is going on between us?”

you nearly spill water all over the floor. “i…” you honestly did not think about that, “—nevermind. don’t make it weird, itoshi!”

you think you heard rin chuckling, but you’re too busy being embarrassed to bother.

(during class, you will find that rin is far from intimidating. in fact, he’s actually a little bitch to deal with. you’re starting to think that he’s more of a pain to deal with than an actual grumpy cat.

“don’t forget to buy food for our son,” rin says after class, in front of students who gossip like there is no tomorrow.

“what?”

“for our son,” rin says, nonplussed at the sight of your haunted expression.

someone who has overheard the conversation pipes up, “you two have a son?”

“we don’t!” you hiss, face burning with embarrassment at the sudden influx of attention from your classmates.

rin frowns. “don’t lie.”

“you two are starting to act like a married couple recently…” another comments offhandedly.

“itoshi walks y/n home, i saw!”

“we have a son,” rin agrees, and you’re starting to think that he’s doing it on purpose.

“stop saying that!”)

thank u art aanobrain for giving me the idea of rin just naming the cat ‘cat’. that idea is so special to me.

anyway. RIN IS SO HARD TO WRITE HELPPPP. this was an excruciating process i genuinely did not know if i did anything right but WHAT’S DONE IS DONE. thx for reading <3

[fernsproutxx]

GR96

@fusionspruntcityjournal

So how do you produce electricity with living plants? Simply by using the natural processes that already occur. In short: the plant produces organic matter via photosynthesis. Only part of this organic matter is then used for its own growth. The rest is excreted via the roots. Around the roots, bacteria feed on the organic matter and they release electrons. If you’re able to harvest the electrons into an electrode, you can couple the first electrode to a counter-electrode and build an electrical circuit, like in a battery. The electrons flow back into the natural system via the counter-electrode, so it’s completely circular. Because we use the natural processes around the plant, nature is not harmed. It works day and night, summer and winter. It only stops when the plant and its surroundings completely dry up or freeze over.

Sedum Oviferum

Sedum pachyphyllum is a ground-hugging succulent that spreads by rooting fallen stems and leaves. The succulent also goes by the names “Cerise Moonstones” or “Mauve Pebbles”. The short and stumpy round leaves have a light silvery-purple color; positioned at a right angles to the stem and curve upward, which in the wintertime, the tips of said leaves will turn into a notorious red.

Sedum Oviferum is a succulent that is very easy to grow and maintain. It is a resilient plant that can tolerate drought, moist and dry soils, and when given adequate exposure to sunlight and sufficient water, Cerise Moonstones will thrive outdoors. The Sedum Oviferum succulent grows at its best with regular exposure to sunlight. If Mauve Pebbles are planted in an area in a garden that gets plenty of sunlight per day, you will be rewarded with bright coloured leaves and flowers. In winter and early spring, Cerise Moonstones actively grow and produce blooms featuring red-orange petals and sepals that have the same pigmentation as the leaves. The flowers produced by Cerise Moonstones have a bell shape and a sugary fragrance.

Subterranean Clover

Trifolium subterraneum is also known as the subterranean clover (often shortened to sub clover), or subterranean trefoil. The plant's name comes from its underground seed development, a characteristic not possessed by other clovers. It can thrive in poor-quality soil where other clovers cannot survive.

This species is self-fertilizing, unlike most legume forage crops such as alfalfa and other clovers, which are pollinated by insects, especially honeybees. It is also grown in places where the extreme ranges of soil type and quality, rainfall, and temperature make the variable tolerances of sub clover especially useful.

Functionality

GR96 are powered by any plant of choosing on their back pod (the one we are going to discuss has a giant Sedum Oviferum and multiple sub clovers to operate) which is held in place by five strong suction cups. They’re manufactured for community gardens (strictly only one per garden), but they can also be bought by high class citizens for private properties, though at a way bigger cost since they’re financed by the city.

They can use their hands as scissors, shovels, and for watering (hence the big forearms, for storing the water), the latter which they do by dipping their hands in a bucket, opening the valve on their forearms so they can fill them up and releasing the water from the pinholes on their palms. Their “eyes” are actually a screen that can show plenty expressions, but the two circles above that peripheral screen are the real environmental sensors. They also have the same sensors on their ankles for inspecting the lower plants and ground without the need of kneeling, and their feet are shaped in a way so that weight is evenly distributed, lowering the chances of damaging a plant if they were to step on it. The ear like protrusions are small solar panels, used as backup energy (they don’t have any communication properties). Their speaker aka their “voice” is the mohawk-like structure on the top (which also has their series barcode 128 on the lower back), but when they speak there are these strips at the sides of the face mask that light up with the volume. The mask (non removable) has a set of pipes that are used for analyzing the air quality and humidity of the area surrounding them.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Every time Sephiroth experiences something normal or cute and exclaims “Oh!” on this blog, I melt from wholesomeness overload. Please never stop letting him be delighted by little things in life 🥲🥲🥲

Anon you are so right, and for that we shall provide a list of interesting things that have delighted Sephiroth's inner child 🖤🩶💜

• His first time seeing a lava lamp at a store, his eyes lit up, and he was propelled to buy a lava lamp for every room in his apartment.

• When Angeal bought Halloween-themed cookie cutters and invited them over to bake. Sephiroth was fascinated by the intricate and surprisingly precise skeleton cookie cutter. He made 23 of them. He was very proud of his skeleton cookie army.

• When Genesis gifted him a toasted marshmallow scented candle that did exactly what it was designed to do. His office smelled like s'mores for a week, and filling out his endless paperwork pile was frustrating, as he kept craving marshmallows.

• The time him, Angeal, Gen, and Zack visited Kalm's autumn festival, and it was right when the leaves had fallen. They spent more time at the local park making leaf piles and jumping in them than at the actual festival.

• One time he had the window in his office open, and a ladybug flew in and landed on his wrist. He spent the next thirty minutes not moving, just staring at the bug friend that was kind enough to see him as a comfortable resting spot.

• When the stray cat that he had feeding in the HQ's parking garage turned out to be a mother, and had kittens. Angeal and Genesis had never heard Sephiroth cry, which is why they were alarmed when he called them shaken to tears, asking them to meet him at the underground. The next hour was spent hashing out a plan to get the kittens and the mother cat up to Sephiroth's apartment discreetly without anyone seeing. Fortunately they were successful.

[gloomweed]

Need to Feed

BestFriend! Vampire! Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie begs the reader to let him feed from them.

Warnings: contains mentions of blood, biting, but is mostly just fluff.

Word Count: 2,344

You sat next to each other on your worn out sofa as Eddie pleaded with you. “Please? I never ask you for anything. Can’t you do this one thing for me?” One of his arms rested along the back of the couch behind you, allowing him to invade your space easily.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. “What are you talking about? You are always asking me for something. Case and point,” You held up one of the beers from the six-pack you bought. He glances from your raised brow to the beer sitting in his own hand. He takes a noisy sip before continuing.

“Yeah, but this is something serious. I need to feed.” His chin dipped downward as he stared into your soul with big, shiny button eyes.

You shrug off his dramatics as best you can under the scrutiny of his intense gaze. “Can’t you eat animal blood? Go to the grocery store and buy some ground beef or something.” 

Eddie slumps forward with an exhausted sigh, a hand propping his head up on his knees. “It’s not the same. It’s like eating popsicles for every meal. It’s not satisfying. I want something warm. Something fresh.” As he speaks he begins to walk his other hand towards you. When his fingers reach your thigh, he gently swirls it in tiny circles there. The way he looks up at you through his lashes, looking as pitiful as he possibly can be, finally does you in.

You groan, leaning your head back against the cushions. “You know I hate when you give me that look.”

Eddie gives you a cocky smirk, knowing he’s won. “Yeah right. I know you love it.”

Huffing a long sigh, silently hoping you won’t regret this, you relent. “Fine. You can drink my blood.”

Eddie hops upright with an excited clap. “Yes! You’re the best! I promise I won’t take too much.” He grins as he begins to move closer towards you.

Eyes widening in surprise, you hold your hand against his chest. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Your eyes scan his puzzled expression. “Right now?”

His head swivels as he looks at the room around him. The living room coffee table is holding a few beer cans from your casual Friday night hang out, along with an ashtray filled with snuffed out cigarette butts. Red digits on the VCR clock reads 10:48. The movie you both agreed upon earlier that evening is quietly running through the credits, completely forgotten among your discussion. When he finally looks back to you, he raises a brow. “Is now not a good time?”

You scoff a short laugh. “Well, I was hoping I might be able to mentally prepare myself before you start lunging for my jugular.”  

Eddie immediately backs off, hands up in understanding. “Sorry. You’re right. We should probably set up some ground rules anyways. For example; what’s our safe word gonna be?”

“Safe word?”

“Yeah you know. What are you gonna say when you need me to stop?”

Tapping your finger on your chin, you hum in sarcastic thought. “Hmm, how about ‘stop’.”

He nods emphatically. “Perfect. Short, sweet, and to the point.” Eddie then steeples his hands under his chin as he considers his next line of questioning. “And when it comes to where I will be biting you?”

You roll your eyes, already tired of his drawn out antics. “I don’t know. How about my wrist? That seems like easy access.” You offer your arm out to him with your palm up.

Eddie eyes your delicate and soft skin of the flesh you offer him before looking into your eyes. He becomes serious then, asking you in all sincerity, “Are you sure you want to do this? You really don’t have to. You know that, right? We can drop the whole thing and never discuss it again if that’s what you want.”

Your head tilts at the sweetness of his concern. “Of course I know that, but you’re my best friend. I trust you and I want to do this for you.”

After his gaze flits between your eyes, gauging your truthfulness, he smiles. “Thanks. This is really cool of you.”

Wanting to keep this casual and less scary than you felt it was, you raise your eyebrows in false annoyance. “I know!” You shake the arm you stretched out to him. “Now eat up before supper gets cold.”

Eddie chuckles nervously before wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans. With one last glance your way, he grabs your arm gently. With the skill of a licensed nurse, Eddie uses his fingers to prod at your forearm in search of a vein. The calluses on his hands scratch your skin lightly. After scooching closer to you on the couch, he hunches over your offering bringing your skin to his lips and places a gentle kiss there. Looking up at you with deep brown eyes, he searches your eyes in the hopes you might see what this means to him. Eddie could sense this was a bigger deal for you than you were letting on. Seeing as you were doing a huge favor for him, the least he could do is try and make you comfortable. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

While his dark eyes sent a chill down your spine, his whispered words made your face bloom with heat. You released your held breath out through your nose and nodded encouragement for him to continue. Eddie holds your stare for a moment longer before he turns his attention back to the flesh in his grasp. The humid warmth of his breath fanned across your skin as he opened his mouth. The soft light of the living room lamp caught on his pair of fangs making you nervous once again. Before you knew it, Eddie was already taking a bite.

The puncture hurts for only a moment and you even manage to ignore your urge to wince in pain. The hurt then dulls to a throbbing ache a second later as he begins to slurp the blood directly from your veins. Your fingers twitch as your tendons are pushed and prodded by his mouth. The sound of his heavy breathing and sloppy slurping is drowning out the pounding of your heart. In Eddie’s excitement, his mouth seemed to have slipped from the puncture wound at some point because you begin to feel the mixture of your blood and his spit cooling against the air. 

As time goes on you begin to feel a subtle warmth settle over your body as your extremities fall numb. The warmth is comforting enough that your eyelids begin to droop like you might fall asleep at any moment. “Okay, Eddie. You can stop now.” Your gentle and tired call goes unnoticed by the vampire before you. “Eddie,” you try again as you kick at his foot next to yours.

That seems to shake him enough out of his trance to take notice of your weakening condition. He flips his head up, dark, wild curls falling behind him, and blood running down his chin. Eddie was out of breath, breathing deeply as he tried to settle down. You could swear you saw the pupils of his eyes were glowing red before quickly returning to their original color. “Sorry,” he breathed. “Didn’t mean to go so far. You just- ” he wipes the blood from his chin before licking it from his finger with a satisfied hum, “you taste so good.”

He glances down at your arm that was smeared with blood and spit and currently still bleeding from the two puncture wounds. “Shit,” he cursed. “Let me clean you up.” Eddie ran to the next room and returned with a damp washcloth. He wiped up the mess before holding it tight against your arm. You were so dazed from losing so much blood that you struggled to keep up with what was happening. Eddie dipped down to catch your tired gaze, “Alright I’m gonna need you to hold this in place while I grab a bandage.” You manage a nod before doing as he says with a loose hand atop the cloth.

It’s only a moment before he’s back with the first aid kit from your bathroom. He opens it on the couch next to him and begins to unwrap the bandage while sneaking a glance at your slow blinking eyes. You see him frown with concern as he gently removes your hand and begins to wrap your arm. Eddie is focused intensely on the task at hand, and you can’t help but stare. The whole thing feels intimate. His careful touches and gentle caresses are a far cry from his usual loud and animated demeanor.

Once he’s finished, he runs a thumb over his work, making sure it’s secure against you. “There. All done.” Eddie glances at you again, concern evident from his furrowed brows. “You gonna be okay?”

You nod, eyes lazily closed. “Mhm. I’ll be fine. Just need to sleep it off.”

Eddie is unconvinced. He purses his lips to the side as he evaluates your faint features and how you are barely able to stay awake. “I’m gonna get you something to drink,” he says as he stands from the couch. “Something sugary.” You can only manage to hum back in acknowledgement.

From the kitchen comes the quiet clattering sounds of Eddie grabbing a glass from the cabinet and opening and closing the fridge. Soon he is next to you once again and tapping your shoulder. When you manage to open your eyes, you see a glass outstretched in front of you accompanied with one of your novelty silly straws. Its brightly colored plastic curls out from the glass with several unnecessary loops. “Apple juice,” he explains simply.

You smile at the gesture. “Thanks.” When you dip your head in to drink, your incoordination causes you to miss the straw several times before managing to get a hold of it. It takes Eddie everything in him not to laugh. He bites his lip as he holds back his smile. This is his best friend. A person so trusting of him that they were willing to wholly give themself to him. A person Eddie trusts just as deeply. And they are the only one of his friends that can make clumsily drinking apple juice from a silly straw look endearing. He can feel his face burn red as he admires you like the lovesick dork he is. Luckily, you are too out of it to notice.

After finishing your juice, you are beginning to feel a little better. More alert, atleast. The empty glass meets the coffee table with a little clink as you set it down. When you look back at Eddie, he’s still staring. The attention makes you shy and you can feel your face go warm with it. “What? Is there something on my face?” You instinctively go to wipe at the corner of your mouth.

The question shakes Eddie out of his stupor. “Huh? Oh, uh. Nothing. It’s nothing.” He waves his hand dismissively. “How you feelin’? Any better?” 

“Yeah. I feel okay.” You fail to suppress the yawn that spills from your mouth, but manage to hide the sight of it with your hand. “So?”

“‘So’ what?”

You prop your head up on your fist as you lounge back against the couch. “So, how was it? Better than ground beef?”

Realizing you aren’t going to pass out from blood loss, Eddie feels himself relax. He smirks at the question, amused you would want to know something like that. “Oh absolutely. Hands down, way better.” He flings a hand aside, like it’s not even a contest of which blood he would prefer.

For some reason, you find yourself smiling at what feels like a compliment. “Really? Do I…?” The question dies on your tongue as you bite your lip.

Eddie tilts his head quizzically. “Do you…what?” Seeing the way you clam up with embarrassment only makes him want to hear it more.

You slump back, feeling flustered. “You’re gonna take it the wrong way. And make fun of me for asking.”

He throws his head back to bark out a laugh. “Ha! Well now I have to hear this. Come on, spill it.”

Eddie’s small pokes to your side is enough to convince you to ask your stupid question. You blow air out of your mouth in a huff, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. “What I was gonna ask is… ‘do I taste good?’” You’re looking up at him through your lashes, face still warm with chagrin.

There is only a split second of silence before Eddie is laughing loudly. “Oh my god! I can see why you held out on me. Holy shit that is funny.” He wipes a tear of joy from his eye. His laughing is interrupted when you punch him in the shoulder. “Ow! I’m kidding! Relax!”

“See? This is why I didn’t want to ask!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Once he’s settled again, he smiles. “Okay to answer your question, you tasted incredible.” You feel relief when you realize Eddie is actually taking your question seriously. He stares off into space as he recalls the taste of you and you watch him comfortably as his expressions change with each detail he remembers. “Very sweet. And warm. It was like drinking hot chocolate. But not that powder and hot water crap. I’m talking about the stuff you get at a cafe, you know? The good stuff. It’s rich and has a little thickness to it that makes you feel full even though it’s mostly sugar.” He looks back at you to see if you’re satisfied with his answer.

“Wow. You make it sound so good. I kind of wish I was a vampire so I could find out what you taste like.” Eddie smirks mischievously.

“You don’t need to be a vampire to do that, sweetheart. Just tell me a time and place.” He chuckles when you hide behind your hands in embarrassment.

[perfectlyoongi]

LONG-DISTANCE!HOSEOK who creates a scrapbook to give to you when he is with you. from complete pages with various clippings from books and magazines, to entire pages written with the most varied themes, Hoseok created a small book for you. pouring all his soul and love for you into the various pages, the black notebook quickly gained color and thickness, carrying on its white pages the hopes and desires that Hoseok shared with you. “i went to a museum and they had a map of the exhibition, of course i had to put it in my notebook. oh! and i bought these stickers, i think i’m going to put them on the cover of the notebook, what do you think?”

LONG-DISTANCE!HOSEOK who adopts a virtual pet with you. while browsing the online store, Hoseok came across a simple and adorable app that allowed the user to have a small pet — and the best part? Hoseok could invite a second person to be part of that experience. so, on call with you, you and Hoseok adopted your first pet: a small white duck named Sebastian who would forever be loved by both of you. “Sebastian wrote me a letter saying he was going to look for food. are you forgetting to feed our son?!”

LONG-DISTANCE!HOSEOK who sends you a little love poem every night. invented by him or found on the internet, there was no difference for Hoseok: every night, he would say goodbye to you with a small love poem so that you would go to bed knowing that you were forever loved by him. “today i read this poem from john keats and these lines made me think of you. ‘even so for ever shall she be/the halo of my memory.’ goodnight my love. may we meet tomorrow.”

LONG-DISTANCE!HOSEOK who has matching shirts with you. whether it was you buying or him, you knew you had to buy twice; with you being separated by long, painful miles of distance, you realized that you were able to hide that pain a little by dressing to match. in a way, you were a couple wearing couple clothes; yes, one is here and the other is far beyond, but you were still together and your clothes were proof of that. “i went shopping and found two brown shirts that i had to buy. yours has beige sleeves and the rest is brown. mine has brown sleeves and the rest is beige. aren’t they cute?”

LONG-DISTANCE!HOSEOK who always has a handmade gift ready to be delivered to you. Hoseok liked to send you gifts, even when nothing special had happened in your life. in fact, Hoseok found that spending hours dedicated to creating something that could be yours forever was more rewarding than buying something for you. Hoseok’s fingers poured out pure love, flooding every gift he made for you with all the devotion he felt for you. “yesterday i spent two hours looking at a tutorial on how to make a paper gallery. i’m already warning you that i gave up halfway through, so i turned my gallery into a little letter for you. i hope you like it when you receive it.”

LONG-DISTANCE!HOSEOK who took a photo of you when you video called for the first time and still has it as the wallpaper on his phone. when Hoseok saw you for the first time on a call, his heart couldn’t contain the happiness he felt. seeing you there, shy but radiant, was like having you next to him and Hoseok could only think about how lucky he was to have you. you were beautiful, even in your most relaxed and natural state, you were simply beautiful. and Hoseok loved you. and Hoseok wanted to keep that first happiness forever — that is, until he gains a new happiness when meeting you. “i’m sorry, but i’m only going to take this wallpaper off my phone when i can take a photo with you in person. until then, our first photo will always be on my phone.”

LONG-DISTANCE!HOSEOK who took him a while to find you at the airport when he came to see you. when Hoseok walked out of the arrivals door, all the nerves started to come to the surface. walking cautiously but as hurriedly as he could, Hoseok guided his suitcase through the airport, looking and looking and looking and looking — but where were you? oh, you were calling him. yes, he was there. how come you’ve already seen him? where are you? there. you are there. you are finally there. not knowing if he should put away his phone and take his bags, Hoseok stood still looking at you while his heart was beating hard and trying to command his entire body — what are you doing? run to your love! “i was so scared that you left me standing. but you are here. we are hugging each other. finally. finally. finally.”

[spideystevie]

single thread of gold (tied me to you)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: tell jesus...that the bitch is back. HIII have had insane amounts of writer's block lately but have been getting into the groove again and thus, this was born. truly just overly "poetic" fluff with, like, no plot. i've missed steve and i've missed YOU guys!!!! i hope you like <3

Fate wasn’t an idea you bought into. Invisible strings, serendipitous meetings, everything happened with cause and effect. 

Then, you met Steve and fate seemed to be something that had a lot more pull in your life than you ever realized. How else could you explain a mini version of your Steve pouting in the background of a childhood photo of you at the park? Or the distinct color of the green jacket you wore all the time in the corner of a picture of Steve on vacation his junior year?

You’re sure there had to be signs you were oblivious to. Twists of fate tugging on the respective end of the string that tied the two of you together, pulling this way and that until you fell together. It seems like the stars aligned the day you met, everything slowly starting to fall into place the more you wove your lives together.

It’s a pretty thought now, the idea of fate and serendipity. 

A tethering thread, thin as fishing wire and painted gold, is wrapped snug around your hearts. It’s naked to the eye but you can feel it give your heart a gentle squeeze whenever Steve smiles, each time he brushes his thumb over the curve of your cheek, down to your jaw. 

It digs into the flesh even now, sets your skin alive as he stands behind you, arms wrapping around your shoulders and holding you close against him. It’s instinctive the way your hands come up to hold onto his forearms. Your head lolls to one side, nearly resting against the pillow of muscle in his bicep near your ear. 

You wonder if this is too much for the grocery store on a Sunday. After all, you’re just trying to pick out a new cereal to try for breakfast. Steve wants anything chocolate and your nose crinkles, unsure if you agree. He tries his best to smooth the wrinkle along the bridge of your nose away with a kiss. 

It works, though his kiss presses more so to the skin beneath your eye than your actual nose. You don’t mind. You never mind when it comes to Steve’s kisses on your skin. 

He talks you into cocoa puffs, keeps one arm wrapped around you as he reaches to grab the box and put it in your shopping cart. He spoon feeds you a couple mouthfuls when you get home and all the groceries have been put away. When he kisses you it’s almost artificially sweet like the chocolate from his cereal. 

You push his hair back from his forehead, dipping to press a kiss between his brow. His eyes close on contact and a wispy smile creeps onto his face. When you straighten, his hair falls back into place and you ruffle it with your hand. He swats it away with a playful scrunch of his nose that makes you laugh. 

“I was thinking tonight we could go out for dinner, see a movie maybe,” you say, leaning against the counter. Steve swivels on the barstool, his knee nudging your thigh. The spoon clinks against the bowl, stirring up the last few lonely pieces of cereal floating in the milk. 

He reaches for your waist, pulling you to his lap with an ease that’s grown over the years. You sit on his thigh, back against the edge of the counter and both legs dangling in the space between his. Like some kind of magnetic force, your hand comes back to his hair, pushing the loose strands of fringe away from his forehead again. 

A gooey admiration pools like honey in his eyes as he looks up at you. He smiles, a little dopey, when your nails scratch against his scalp. 

“Hmm, do I get to pick the movie?”

“I think that can be arranged,” you murmur, a smile etched on your face. You seem to do that a lot you realize, a near permanent upturn of your lips whenever Steve’s around. You can’t help it, a reflex after this many years together. 

Steve feels the tug of that thread around his heart right now, with your hand fallen against the back of his neck and the sweetest lovesick smile on your face. He can’t get enough of you, not that he’d ever want to. Steve loves the insatiable feeling that comes with loving you. 

“Then it’s a date,” he responds, the insides of his body feeling heavy and warm from the amount of adoration coursing through him. He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to it. Like he can’t take it anymore, he pinches at your side and relishes in the giggling squeal that escapes you as you fold at the side and lean away. 

“Steve,” you try to go for chastising, your hand smushing against his face and pushing him away when he tries to pinch again, but it comes out half-hearted and through a laugh. It mixes with his, a hearty melodic sound that you never tire of hearing. 

You move to stand, your feet just barely touching the ground before you’re pulled back tight against him. He noses against your neck, lips ghosting against the skin there. You twist your neck to face him as his face comes up from its spot against your neck. 

Steve’s eyes scan your face, redrawing each feature from memory each time he blinks. His nose nudges against yours, squishes against your cheek when he presses his lips to yours. A feeling like coming home, a mutual squeeze around your hearts that comes each time you kiss. 

When you pull back, he steals one, two, three more kisses from you until you’re left a giggling mess, smile wide and blinding and eyes shining like the stars. He’s never seen a prettier sight. Another kiss is stolen, this one silencing your giggles with the intensity of it. You blink hard, a little dazed when he pulls away.

Steve’s nose brushes against your hairline, his lips ghosting over your temple. That same cheek-aching smile returns to your face, a bit softer this time, fuzzy around the edges. Your whole body feels that way, a whole gaussian blur of a lover as you look at your boyfriend.

His eyes soften and his head tilts in question, “What?”

“Jus’ love looking’ at you,” you say, voice a gentle hug. I love you is what it means, til the end of time and then some. Steve understands, of course he does. Your serendipitous, fated love. His eyes crinkle at the corners from how big his smile grows, your favorite sight. One of your hands reaches to hold his face, thumb brushing against the wrinkled skin.

“Funny,” he muses, voice dripping with fondness for you, “was just thinking the same thing ‘bout you.”

Your heart soars and you can feel yourself sinking further into the deep end of the pool of his adoration for you. Positively lovesick, you bring his face down to yours again to kiss him silly. 

That tethering string wraps almost painfully, suffocatingly tight around your hearts. If you could die from so much love, well, it wouldn’t be such a bad way to go.

[passionateseadruid]

Snake King’s Bride 8

Holiday havoc part 2

Notes:

Warning! This chapter has talk of sensitive topics such as very dubious consent! Read at your own risk!

You felt… numb.

Why did it have to happen this way. Here you were laying in the aftermath of last night, laying in a pool of your own tears. Claw marks littered the headboard. His scent engulfed you. And after everything he’d left you to deal with the aftermath on your own.

"What's the point of any of this? Why don't we just go down to Vegas and fucking elope? He's already ruined my life. He's taken my best friend and family away from me. And now… now he's taken the one thing I had left."

"Ma'am?" A voice came from the open door. It was Styx, they looked concerned, and very very nervous.

"Styx!" You pulled the cover up to your neck. They sighed and walked into the closet and after a few seconds they walked out with a huge robe. They gently sit next to you and pulled the robe around you. "You don't have to." You insisted.

"Please don't make this difficult ma'am."

"You really shouldn't. I'm sure Lucifer doesn't pay you nearly enough to deal with his bullshit." You smiled half joking, at least trying to make yourself feel better.

"He doesn't pay me at all." They mumbled turning towards the door, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"What?"

"It's... complicated. I can't work anywhere else. So in exchange for eternal service he gifts me the comfiest clothes and feeds me the finest foods and keeps a very expensive roof over my head." They explained.

"More like an unpayable debt over your head." You mumbled and scoffed it off.

"His highness has asked that I accompany you to the shopping center today to pick out presents for his party next week. The gift from Mr. Fizzarolli came in last night. I'm a bit confused why it was already wrapped inside but I'll not push it." Styx bowed and lead you into the closet.

"Thanks. Hey do you know who I have to get gifts for? I assume I have to get one for Charlie. Should I get one for Renesme and Nina? Do I get one for you?"

"You have one for Lucifer. You'll need one for Princess Charlie, each of the other 6 deadly sins, you'll probably want one for Mr. Fizzarolli, Miss Bee's boyfriend will not be joining us this year, and the rest of the sins do not have dates for the evening. It should just be you and Mr. Fizzarolli."

"Alright! Let's get going!" You walked out of the closet. You dressed in a black jumper and a dark gray and light gray striped shirt underneath.

Styx took your hand and they grabbed their necklace. A portal opened before you and you two stepped through and into a desolate corner of the mall.

"Wow." You smiled at them excitedly. 

"Yeah um, His- his majesty gave me a magic crystal to teleport around Hell."

"Speaking of Lucifer how long have you been working for him."

"Oh goodness. Since Princess Charlie was young. I was practically the one who raised her. Lilith was to busy singing and flirting and fighting with His Highness. She'd insist that the princess shouldn't be around him because he's self destructive but she wouldn't put in the work to raise her daughter."

"So... speaking of Lilith. She is or was human right?"

"Correct."

"So Charlie is half human. Did she..."

Styx seemed to pick up on what you were trying to ask. "Princess Charlie was a menace during her adolescent years. She threw a box of feminine products at her father. Then she started going out with the son of her fathers former closest friend to spite him. She also went through the emo phase after the two of them broke up." They laughed.

You smiled at them. "It's nice to see you so emotional for once instead of so stoic."

You two walked around the mall trying to find things for your friends (and the other people you were obligated to buy gifts for). First you went to a jewelry store and bought pink and purple ‘hers and hers’ flower necklaces for Renesme and Nina. You may not know them all that well but you do know that the two of them love each other. You ended up getting some rose gold designer sunglasses for Fizz. Nina walked around getting gifts for the other sins for you. You didn't care what Styx got for the Sins. You were more focused on what to get for Pluto and Styx. You decided to play it safe and Pluto a paper $100 gift card to any store in hell. If it’s not clear you’re just giving her a 100 bucks.

"Hey Styx since we're here what would you like."

"Oh! Ma'am, you don't have to get me anything."

"Please? I really want to get you something as a way to thank you for all the nice work you do."

"Ma'am that's… really not necessary." They stared at you as you gave them the puppy dog eyes. "Fine, if you don't mind I'd really like some knitting needles and yarn. I could make you something in return." They smiled.

"Styx…" you put your hands on their shoulders. "I'm not Lucifer. This isn't a transactional thing. Do whatever you want with them but please remember that this is your gift not mine." You gently smiled and took their hand.

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As the party started and guests started to poor in you smoothed out your dress. It was mainly white but it cinched up in places around the skirt to show of the red petticoat underneath. The bodice was a Queen Anne neckline and there was some red accents on the sleeves.

First to show was unsurprisingly Satan as he was the closest Sin to the pride ring and to the King of Hell in general. Then surprisingly Ozzie and Fizz showed up next. After that Bee dragged Belphy through the door, her legs under Bee’s arms, kinda like sadness and Joy from Inside Out. And then Mammon showed up. And finally Levi made a grand entrance.

"Okay everyone is here, I'm going to go get some food." Before you could listen to Lucifer’s protests you had rushed to the living room where the reception was being held. As you looked through the snack bar you felt someone bump into you someone tall.

"Sorry." Your eyes went wide. There is only one person who'd apologize in hell. You turned around and say Charlie smiling at you. "Hey! I didn't see you in the Foyer. Dad said you ran off to get a snack. Merry Sinsmas." She walked away.

You weren't expecting Charlie to be at the party.

"This is bad." You froze.

"Hm? what do you mean?" Fizz asked. You could hardly understand him with the fudge he was stuffing into his mouth though.

You pulled him away from the living and into the butlers pantry. You let him go and slammed the door to get some privacy and started to rub the anxiety out of your temples.

"Woah! Hey! Look you're cute but I don't swing that way."

"Please for one second could we not joke about this. I'm less than 30 minutes away from dying at the hands of my Naughter." You whisper yelled. Moving from your temples to the crick in your neck. You could feel your pulse beating irregularly.

"What?"

"My Naughter. Because she's Not my Daughter."

"Yet." He shoved the last bit of fudge from his plate into his mouth. "While I'm in here you don't mind if I raid your guys chip stash do you?"

"Go ahead. It's his anyway. I don't care what you do with it." You leaned forward onto one of the bottom cabinets. He stretched his robotic arms up and sifted through the upper cabinets.

"They might not be yours yet but after tonight they probably will be. Tonight is the night that Charlie will finally come to see you as a new parental figure. Either that or she'll straight up kill you for disrespecting her dad." You felt your pulse pick up as sweat dripped down your neck. You wanted to run, wanted to scream, wanted to cry. "Mmh mmh! These are delicious! Sorry, Mammon doesn't let me snack even when I'm off his dime. Ozzie on the other hand practically mother birds food down my throat."

"Have your fill. At least one of the last things I'll see is my friend being truly happy. Doing what he wants to do."

Fizz stopped munching down the chips and looked you in the eyes. "Listen. The little princess might be upset but she's known for being the sweetest most forgiving being in Hell. I'm sure if you just explained to her that he kidnapped you-."

"And kinda forced himself on me." You admitted, cutting Fizz off.

"He did what?" His eyes were like saucers.

"Well… kinda? I mean… it's complicated. We were at a party with my family and then I got mad at him because he was traumatizing my niece and nephews and then I wanted to break off this engagement and I thought maybe I could get away while I was on earth. Then he appeared through my fireplace and was absolutely ready to murder my family so I made a deal with him that if he didn't hurt my family he could do whatever he wanted to me."x

"Firstly, that explains what Ozzie meant when he said something off handedly about you and the king getting frisky. Secondly, Red that's blackmail. There is no black and white to this situation. There is a clear and present danger in your life." He squeezed your shoulders and used his contact name for you.

"Yeah and right now it's name is Charlie Morningstar. She's going to kill me."

"Look everything’s going to be fine. I'll talk to Ozzie after the party about seeing if you can stay with us for a while. I'm here for you, everything is going to be okay." Fizz hugged you. You found yourself falling into his warm embrace, and for the first time in hell… you cried. You wrapped your arms around his skinny body so tight it felt like he was going to pop. You were safe. If only for a moment.

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"Froggy! Where are you?" A voice called.

"Shit!" Fizz whispered in a sacred tone. "It's Ozzie. Dry your tears and stay in here okay?" Fizz opened the door right as Asmodeus was opening it from the other side. "Hi Oz."

"I thought you already came out of the closet?" Oz teased. "Hey lil hen!" He looked over to you, and took Fizz's hand.

"That's new." You remarked and followed behind them.

"Well female ducks are called Hens." Oz smiled at you.

…

"Oo! Looks like we're just in time for the end of the presents." Oz informed you both. They must've started early because you know that you and Fizz weren't in the pantry for half an hour.

"Aw. A wreath for the hotel! How thoughtful." Charlie smiled at your gift.

"Honey come here I want to hug you once I see what you got me."

"I'm good where I am." You said with a slight tremble in your voice. Charlie frowned and Furrowed her brow.

Lucifer opened the box and his face fell when he saw what it was. "You got me a white dildo, bedazzled with the words go fuck yourself written on it." And Go Fuck Yourself is in all capital letters too.

"Yep." You felt like you were going to pass out.

"That's disgusting." Charlie glared at you.

"To be fair I was going to get him a single sock instead but I couldn’t find anywhere that sold one sock and I didn't want to throw away money and throw away a sock."

"Can you please have a little more class than that? You're going to be the queen of Hell soon."

"Oh yes because if Hell's known for anything it's there upstanding citizens."

"Those are my people!"

"No, they're not! Your people are currently being treated like chew toys for the amusement of the rich. Your people are being abused and unfairly paid, sometimes not even being paid, while you and your father are profiting from their pain. Your people are the Imps and the Hellhound, and all the other Hellborn. Why is it that everyone in this room out ranks me in terms or raw power and/or social status and yet, I'm the only one who has actually done something for the Imps. So I restate what's on this dildo here. Both of you can go FUCK yourselves! After all the pain I’ve been through for the past 4 months, I’ve had enough! Good night and I hope you have a Merry Fucking Sinsmas!"

[harrysmimi]

Kids In The Kitchen

Synopsis: One where Harry walks in on his girls jamming to Taylor Swift songs whilst making cookies. Later he has a nice chat with his daughter with loads of snuggles.

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Harry never knew how big of a Swiftie his wife was up until their wedding preparations started.

She didn't had to convince him much to make a playlist of just her songs to be played at their reception. Well, to feed into her obsession he invited Taylor to their wedding and YN had lost it that day. Their wedding night was also the night they both found out they're gonna have a baby.

Yeah, he dated Ms. Swift but his missus could careless. She's in fact jealous of him, her words.

It was inevitable that their children are going to be big Swifties as well. Even her cats seem to be smitten, who are named August and Archer.

Moon, their daughter has been listening to Taylor's music since she was still in womb. Harry knew it was going to happen.

He'd just returned home from gym to find The Man playing on a blast. Little Moon was jumping and dancing with her mother, which is nice. She's fallen sick last night, high fever and cold had made her all drowsy and sleepy. She wasn't herself all day. Both of the girls were dressed in their sweats and matching Lover hoodies.

Harry still doesn't know where YN found that tiny hoodie.

"If I was a man, the I'd me the man!" Moon sang the last lines. Surprisingly hitting right notes.

Why wouldn't she, her mum is a music teacher and her dad is a singer. Music runs in her blood. But for a two year old (soon Three!), her vocabulary is very developed, so is her pronounciation.

"Mummy!" She gasped when Love Story came on jumping and clapping her tiny hands together. "We were both when I first saw you..." And he sang along.

"Jesus, you know all the words?" Harry was surprised.

"Papa!" She ran towards him and hugged his legs excited. "Mummy and I making biscuits!"

"That sounds so delicious!" Harry gasped in amusement as he picked up his princess and walked back in kitchen, he greeted his wife a kiss.

"'cause you were Romeo an' I was scarlet let'er and my daddy sai' stay away f'om Juliet..." Moon sang looking at her Mummy who joined her and they sang the entire song together she clung onto her dad.

"Yeah, daddy is going to ask them to stay away from Juliet. You're too young for a Romeo." Harry squinted his eyes.

"Silly Papa!" Moon chuckled as she cuddled his side.

"You feeling any better now princess." He placed a kiss on her cheek and checked for her temprature with the back of his hand. She was still a little warm.

"Lil." She shared.

"Alright, Papa needs to shower." He placed her back on her feet carefully, but she was quick to climb back on her little step stool to help her mum. And eat the rest of chocolate chips.

Harry glanced at YN once before, she looked very tired. Fair enough, she's had a long week at work and Moon kept both of them last night. Whilst he got to get in some sleep she couldn't because Moon wanted her last night. He was going to force her to take a nap right after he's showered.

"Mummy I do it?" She looked up at her mum wanting to pour in the melted butter.

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The chocolate chip biscuits were being put into oven Harry came back out. Moon stood afar. She's a very obedient baby, she knows the real oven is dangerous for her to use just yet. She can still play with the pretend kitchen her dad bought for her as she was throwing a tantrum at the toy store.

She absolutely loves it!

Harry's sure she's going to be a Chef when she grows up as she's always after him or her mum during meal prep. It is always a nice sensory play for her, playing with the food of different textures, eat some too, and wear most of it.

But yesterday she wanted to be a Superhero and help people out when she's grown up. So who knows!

Now even Moon looks tired and drowsy with her medications making her all sleepy. She could use a nap too.

"Baby, do you want to go take a nap?" He asked hi wife, "you look very tired."

"Oh yeah!" YN agreed. Harry was proud of her for saying that.

It has taken her a long time to adjust and take time for herself. Coming from a very conservative family (Moon being born just six months after their wedding stirred up some family drama from her side) and growing up with her mum around most of time, all she knew was it was her sols job to be there for Moon.

Harry had done everything possible to tell her he's there by her side, and she doesn't have to feel guilty about asking for help. So seeing her agree for taking a nap in a heartbeat, melted his heart.

"Moo-moo do you want to take a nap as well?" He asked.

"Ummm..." She put a thought to it, her chubby pointer finger on her chin, "No!" She announced, "I wan'o watch Miss Amewicana Papa?" She made a puppy face at him.

She knows she's not allowed screen time more than a few minutes, she's also learnt that her puppy face works on her father. He of course agreed.

"Okay, let's go lay on the sofa, yeah?" He suggested, "Mummy can rest in her room and we can have a lot of fun!"

"Yay!" She squealed. "Mummy, go sleep!"

"Okay, your highness." YN chuckled, "you sure you can be alone?"

"Of course." He assured her.

"Okay, please take out the biscuits when the alarm goes off on my phone. I'm going to leave it out." She shared.

"I will baby," he nodded. She walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.

Harry and Moon got all cosy on the sofa. Her dad spooning her as she was buried under her Blankie.

Yeah, she's got a Blankie now!

They were halfway through the he documentary, he remembered to take out the cookies. Harry never in his wildest dreams ever saw watching a Music documentary of his long time Ex with his daughter. But here he was. Moon looked up at him, "Papa is that real?"

"What is real princess?" He was confused, watched her point her finger to the TV.

"That." She said, "Is she real?"

He chuckled, "of course baby." He answered.

"Mummy and I love her swongs!" She smiled, "she's very cute too. I have hair like her!"

She talked half sleepy, realising she's got blonde hair too which were slowly starting to get darker. She takes up a lot after Harry in that aspect, she's bis copy print, except few of her attributes and habits like her mummy.

Moon is perfect mixture of both of parents!

"You do, don't you?" He hummed, "you know when Papa was your age, he had same hair at yours."

"You were small?" She looked surprised.

"Yes!" He nodded, "everyone is small and they grow up. You're going to grow up too."

"I want to be like Papa when I grow up then!" She grinned, showing off her tiny teeth, "I want to be this tall." She raised her hand as far as she could to show how tall she wants to be, "just like Papa!"

"Yeah?" He was amused and smitten by the little girl, "you can be whoever you want to be. Papa will love you no matter what!"

"I love you!" She reciprocated and got back to watching her favourite documentary.

"You know Papa does that too?" He asked. She's yet to be at any of his shows.

Harry wants to keep her out of media and lime light. She can always get a private concert from her dad, he could play all her favourite Cocomelon and Taylor Swift songs at home.

It wasn't expected, but Harry has grown too protective of his little baby. When she's old enough, she can decide for herself. He'd take her everywhere she asks him to. Because no matter how hard they try to keep her away from cameras, there are those slight chances of all their efforts failing.

People hate on his wife enough already. He doesn't want that for his daughter who really did not chose to be born to a famous parent.

"Yeah! Mummy said you go an' play your music for your fwends." She nodded, "you have a lot of fwends?"

"Yeah, a lot of friends." He agreed.

"Does Taylor do that too?" Her questions kept coming.

"Mhmm!"

"Can we go?" She gasped.

"You want to go see Taylor Swift concert?" He was surprised what for he didn't know.

"Mhmm, is it somewhere we can go?" She asked, because the other day she wanted to go where Dragons from Dragon Tales live. She was left disappointed as it is not a real place.

"Yeah it is somewhere we can go, darling." He assured her, "you want to go?"

"Mhmm!"

"Papa will see what he can do then," he wasn't going to let his little princess down.

The Princess gets what princess wants!

"Can Mummy go too?"

"You know she will go with us baby." He shared. No way YN is going to be skipping a Taylor Swift concert!

"When can we go?"

"Umm... I'll let you know a month before, so you and mummy can plan your little outfits, yeah?" He suggested.

"You can dress up?"

"Of course you can." He chuckled at her amusement, "you can do whatever you want to."

Moon's questions kept coming as they talked. She got distracted many times during her favourite songs playing in the background.

She talks a lot. She's also very curious about every little thing he sees. The talking alot, she gets from her dad. Harry sometimes doesn't know how to answer her questions the way her two year old brain would understand. And he honestly doesn't know how his wife and people around him bare with him as well.

He never knew a lot of talking can be frustrating sometimes. But he isn't complaining, he loves hearing Moon talk. Her little babbles sometimes make no sense but she's adorable so she can have a pass on it.

She finally fell asleep after and hour of talking and singing along to the documentory. So did Harry.

With a thought of how he's going to take his little baby to see her favourite person perform live. He's going to have to put a lot of effort into getting the VIP tickets. Which he's willing to do.

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N O T E :

This is in honour of The Eras Tour starting. Ik I'm late. But it's a good time for us Swifties. *Cries ferociously in India*

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[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.4

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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With your newfound energy, the day goes by pretty quickly. After making yourself some breakfast and feeding your cat you got to work on making a list of jobs you want to try. After college, you went straight into that boring corporate office job and have been with it ever since. Now you finally had the opportunity to explore other options and you were going to take it. 

You figured since you had the time you would try and spend a couple of weeks trying different hobbies to see how you liked them and when you were done you’d pick the profession you liked most and go with that one. After explaining all of this to Toast, he gave you a certified meow of approval and curled up on the couch to take a nap.

After that you did some very necessary grocery shopping, scouting out some new lunch and breakfast places you’d like to try along the way. As you’re mentally checking off the items on your list your mind begins to wander to your weird dream. It’s definitely not the most interesting dream you’ve had but your curiosity keeps bringing you back to it. 

You wanted to know why your mind conjured up such a place, whose bedroom it was supposed to be, and what was beyond the door with the keypad. 

The sound of the grocery store intercom pulls you back to the real world and you decide to let the subject go in favor of finishing up faster. It was a hot summer afternoon and you wanted nothing more than to get home to your cool air conditioning and a nice movie.

You suddenly felt very in the mood for a Sci-fi film.

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After putting your groceries away you take to cleaning your house for the rest of the day. It wasn’t that it was messy, it was just that your 9-5 job usually left no energy for cleaning when you came home so things slowly began to fall out of place. 

Sweat trickled down your neck as you moved around the house, Toast at your heels and a Sci-fi flick on as background noise. You really should’ve bought some lemonade or something while you were at the store. 

Instead, you opt for a nice glass of cold water and plop down on the couch. The sun was only just beginning to set so you still had a good couple of hours of relaxation time before you had to get to bed. You wouldn’t let yourself slack off just because you no longer had a job schedule to run on. 

Part of you was nervous to go out and try so many new things but another part of you knew there was a high chance you’d have fun once you got over the anxiety. That and you had to find something to pay the bills.

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You don’t know when you fell asleep. One minute you were watching movies cuddled up on the couch with your cat and the next your eyes are blinking open to the sight of a familiar gray ceiling. You immediately sit up, recognizing this place from the night before.

Nothing seems out of place except for the fact that the chair at the kitchen table has moved slightly. There’s still no trace of any other people or any sounds of a lively outside society. 

Maybe you were in the woods? But then why would they build such a modern home so far out from the city?

You don’t waste a second this time, twisting out of the bed you pad over to the door with the keypad on the front wall. You’re not even going to attempt guessing that code.

Taking a chance, you slowly stick your arm out in front of you and watch in awe as it passes directly through the door. The sensation is weird, you don’t really feel it but the sight of it makes your brain confused.

Bracing yourself for the brightness you experienced last time, you squeeze your eyes shut and walk forward through the rest of the door. You’re met with a stark white room, shaped like nothing you’ve ever seen before. 

Wow, those Sci-fi movies did a number on your imagination.

To your right is a diamond-shaped window of stars that you want to investigate but something pulls you away from it. A feeling deep in your gut that tells you to go in the other direction.

To your left is some sort of hallway with another door at the end, but before that is a little divet in the room that hides a thick black pedestal, a weird deformed ash gray helmet lying right on top. Weird. You don't know what that’s all about but you’re far too curious to dwell on it for long.

You swiftly make your way down the short hall, passing the helmet and shutting your eyes as you phase through yet another door. You don’t know how many times you’ll have to do that but you’re definitely not going to get used to it anytime soon.

The area outside of this door is vastly different from the room you were just in. Long gray hallways stretch in all directions. They’re shaped more like hexagonal tunnels than normal hallways and are illuminated by various shaped lights along the walls and roof. 

There are three hallways in front of you and you're not sure which to take until your body is suddenly moving towards the one farthest to the right. You don’t know what you’re so drawn to. It’s like your subconscious knows something you don't.

Rounding a corner, you freeze at the sight of two figures dressed in all-white…armor? And carrying what looks like some sort of gun. You’re directly in the middle of the hallway and there’s no way they won’t see you. 

You’d gotten so used to the serenity of being all alone that you’d nearly assumed this place was devoid of any beings at all. But now you were about to be proved wrong with a shot to the chest.

You freeze in your tracks as the two get closer to you, racking your brain for any sort of excuse for why you were here, but then the two just pass right through you like you aren’t even there and you realize they can’t see you.

Right. This was all just a lucid dream after all. You couldn’t get hurt even if they could see you.

You head in the direction they came from, navigating the endless hallways on trust alone and 

occasionally passing a few more guys in white until you find yourself standing in front of another door. Whatever‘s in your chest wants you to go in there but for some reason your body is stuck.

There’s an intimidating feeling radiating off of this room and as you look around you notice that even the others seem to be avoiding it if possible. 

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that this was all a dream and you couldn't get hurt before bracing yourself and stepping through the door.

Pt.5

A/n: What do we think is going to be behind that door? 👀~Starry

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It's been so long since my last re-write ask 😅 why it's been so long... Honestly, I don't have a good excuse. It just be like that.

But I hope this was worth the wait!

Barbie Wire, Buckzo, Tilla, and OOPS

Barbie and Buckzo

It was actually surprisingly easy to re-write her... Because she has so little lore and screen time that she might as well not exist (we seriously didn't even get a moment in Mastermind of her reacting to her brother about to be executed?? Even if she wanted to cut him off, she would feel SOMETHING about that, right???)

First off- Barbie would be in Fizz's place in the show. As in, she and Blitzø should have made up, and she should have gotten an episode that shows how her and her twins' relationship have improved. Fizz should get some attention and a redemption, too! And I'll get into that. But I just want to balance their interactions more.

I would have wanted all three of them to be close as children. A rag-tag team of mischievous kits ^^ but they all started to drift away as teens. Especially Barbie from the rest of her family. I would have kept Barbie being left out of Blitzø's flashbacks to the circus, for the most part. But here, it's to build up what her childhood was like and Blitzø realizing why she wasn't around so much.

Buckzo didn't want to care for Tilla when she got terribly sick (who he's not married to in my re-write. If demons view marriage as a way to combine assets and status rather than for love like we talked about, then there's no way greedy Buckzo wouldn't marry anyone unless they were stinking rich 😒). He saw her as a burden when she couldn't contribute to the circus anymore as a fortune teller. Barbie didn't have a real interest in entertainment like Blitzø, so Buckzo decided that she should be the one to take care of Tilla. Like Blitzø, he emotionally manipulated Barbie to look out for Tilla, and whenever she wanted just some time to herself, he would ask her why she didn't care about her own mother. It got to the point that Barbie refused to leave the tent Tilla was in, even when she encouraged her daughter to go out and be a kid like she should be.

The rest of the circus actors tried to help, but the place was understaffed as is and there was always something that needed attention (if Buckzo was in charge of the whole circus, then I doubt he wanted to pay enough workers and actors. He already was too lazy to properly store the fireworks that caused the fire 😒). So it was still mainly Barbie helping Tilla. And the illness got so bad that Barbie even had to help her walk and feed her, so she had practically no social life whatsoever.

And while Barbie was isolated and watching Tilla slowly waste away, Buckzo would tell Blitzø and Fizz that she didn't want to be around them. That she was jealous of Fizz, and she didn't want to be seen with her brother. Of course, there's more to manipulation than this, and I would have that shown in the flashbacks. But the bottom line is that Buckzo used the kids for money and did what he could to drive a wedge between them all when it best suited him. Blitzø didn't believe him though and tried to visit them as much as possible, but with the burden of having to earn enough money to pay for his mother's medicine (take a wild guess where that money really went), he thought the only way he could help was if he kept at the circus, improved his act, and brought a paycheck in.

After the fire, Barbie also got seriously burnt. Because she was in the tent with Tilla and tried to carry her out of the burning fire. She refused to leave her mother's side, and called out for any kind of help. Fizz, as we know, was far too injured to help. But Blitzø came in. In my re-write, they both managed to drag Tilla out of the tent, but she died in the hospital as her injuries were far too severe.

Enraged that he never helped or bought the medicine despite her begging him to do so. Barbie actually attacked her father at the hospital, finally snapping after years of his abuse (I'm not sure what she would have done to him, but I want his injury to be symbolic... And the only reason he gets to live is because she's not the one that's going to deliver the killing blow). She ran away after that. Feeling as if Tilla's death was her fault and unable to face Blitzø and Fizz. She should have been strong enough to get Tilla out on her own so Blitzø wouldn't have been more injured.

Because of his own injuries, Blitzø was getting patched up and wasn't there to witness what happened. But Barbie had said that she never wanted to see 'any of them' ever again before she ran, mainly talking about him and the circus. Buckzo tried to spin that to Blitzø saying she hated him so much because HE killed their mother... And unfortunately, for a while, Blitzø believed that. Even after Buckzo casted him out. Why would his sister want to see him after what he did?

Tilla

This isn't entirely concrete in all honesty. I'd love to hear your opinion on Tilla's section if you want ^^ but here's my idea for Tilla. along with how magic works in Hell.

In my re-write, it's very possible for lower class demons to use magic. However, the Sins have made it so only few can use it (such as the succubi or infestor demons). You need a license to use magic if you're not part of Hells Royalty. And for imps and hellhounds, it is strictly illegal for them to practice magic. Many of them have been executed by Satan himself simply for getting caught trying to learn a simple levitation spell. In fact, this would become a plot point for Loona being the one to read the grimoire and summoning the portals.

Tilla, however, practiced magic in secret. And she had a gift with divination in particular. She would twist the facts to carnival goers to make it seem like she was just another act, but she truly could see their future. She had to wear a cloak and her signature long dress when she went outside the circus- not just as part of her costume, but to hide the runes she carved into her skin; she had to burn the book she was using before to rid the evidence, so she ensured the runes and spells would always be with her (pretty brutal, and probably unnecessary from a writers standpoint... But this is Hell and I want the excuse to imagine Tilla with white runes scattered throughout her body 😅)

I'm debating whether or not she was even able to see what her son would do to the order of Hell, and that's why she got with Buckzo in the first place. She never loved him, and saw his demise through her visions and kept quiet about it for a reason. (You remember that fanart you showed me about Blitzø and Buckzo? That's how it goes down in my re-write after. I just need to figure out when it happened in the story.)

Since Barbie was around her the most, she actually taught her some spells. Simple ones so she wouldn't get in trouble. She wanted to teach her, Blitzø and Fizz more, but as the infection grew worse and worse and her children were driven farther apart, she even became delirious during her final days.

Speaking of which, I was pondering maybe Tilla was infected with a Hellish form of leprosy or a flesh eating bacteria? I won't go into the details. But that's why Tilla needed so much help as it got worse. (Irl, leprosy doesn't actually cause your limbs to fall off. It only causes nerve damage. But if this is Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if something like that existed) Barbie wasn't infected, fortunately. But if I do go down this route, Buckzo might have used this as another form of manipulating the kids; telling Barbie she couldn't leave unless she wanted to spread the disease, and telling the boys that Barbie was sick now, too.

I'm unsure if Barbie would also have carved runes into her skin like Tilla. Tilla would have discouraged that, though, not wanting her to put herself through that pain. But if my re-write of Barbie did do that after the fire, that would be why Barbie has all those marks/scars that look too purposeful. She would have done it in a way that made them look like intricate blood tattoos, having learned from her mother, but her spells are hidden within the brutal art.

OOPS

Flash forward to the present. In my re-write, Barbie's debut episode would have been OOPS, not Unhappy Campers (frankly, other than the asmodian crystal, I don't think there was much use for that episode. I'll see what I can do for it, though, since an episode where Moxxie or Millie lead the team sounds very intriguing). Instead of Blitzø encountering Fizz in Greed, it's Barbie. It's been literal years since he's seen her, and she's in rough shape. He sees the sign of drug use on her, and of course that puts him on high alert (having used drugs as a way to escape too, he knows the signs all too well).

There's so much going on, so many questions and feelings from both sides, but Barbie tries to push her brother away, and she's pretty viscious about it too. The audience would look at this and might think she hates Blitzø, but in reality, she's on the run. Her addiction got her in debt with the wrong people, and now loan sharks are after her. And the last thing she wants is for Blitzø to get hurt.

Their rather loud reunion is cut shirt when they do indeed get captured. By Crimsons gang (look, I know his presence was unnecessary in the episode, but I need mob Daddy to make another appearance 😭). He's not looking to extort a sin in my re-write, but rather, he's after the money Barbie owes him. And when Blitzø got caught alongside her, he saw that as a two for one deal. You can never have too much meat to sell on the black market (oh yeah, I'm including that in my re-write for him. To your followers, you guys will have to wait and see his full ask 👀 (unless of course you want to share ^^)). Either that, or he could use his sons boss to convince Moxxie to return home.

The episode would mainly go as the same. Barbie and Blitzø get locked up together, the tension between them is high but you can see hints to the sibling dynamic that was once there. They both manage to escape and fight their way out, (with Blitzø possibly being shocked at how Barbie knows magic at the final stand, "Why the fuck didn't you do that before!?" // "Oh gee! I'll only be killed on sight if the wrong people see me use magic!" // "OK, ok. You have a point."). And they both realize what was going on with the other. That they had never blamed the other for their mother's death or the fire, that they never wanted to grow apart, etc. That this whole time, they both had been manipulated and hurt and lost so much time together.

The episode would end with Blitzø taking Barbie back home with him, ("You seriously think I'm just gonna let you stay out here with that old fucker on your heels?? And after we haven't seen each other in years!? Uh-uh. You're crashing on the couch." // "Blitz-" // *hoists her up over his head like he did with Loona in Western Energy* "Resistance is futile!"). Even though it looks like she's still struggling with addiction, he's certain he can help her through it since he had to kick that to the curb for his daughter. Barbie looks so out of place and hesitant, both from their separation and the fact that someone is taking care of her for once, before she sees Loona peeking out from behind her door. Blitzø calls her out, and introduces them, "Loony, this is your aunt Barbie! She's gonna be living with us for a bit until she gets back on her feet. Ok?" And both women look stunned to see the other here. Loona had only seen Barbie in photos, and Barbie never thought this day would come, "I'm... I'm an aunt?"

Barbie and Loona would bond in my re-write. Especially over magic. Barbie would offer her tips and tricks on how to better memorize the grimoire (which will become a major problem later 👀). Yes, realistically there are going to be problems arising if she's still into the drugs, and that does hurt my heart 😥 I am leaning more towards just making her a drug peddler that worked for Crimson but stole his money and tried to leave Greed, though. What do you think?

Here is the rest of Blitzø's family!! I wanted to include Fizz, but this got way too long 😅 but he- along with the Sins- are up next. So stay tuned! I hope you enjoy reading this! ^^

Welcome back! And thank you for the delicious meal of character development and lore!!!!!!

THANK YOU for giving Barbie — and Tilla — her due!! This is what we should’ve gotten instead of just another cardboard cutout on the character roster! She’s an actual character with depth! 🥺 Tbh tho her not even wanting to leave her mother’s tent while well into the isolation imposed upon her by Buckzo broke my heart — it’s all she knows, like a security blanket, even though she truly ought to have had a real childhood. I love her backstory, and how she’s been manipulated just like her brother (and Fizz) for Buckzo’s means.

Speaking of Buckzo 😒 WOOF! What an odious monster. He’s rotten to the core, but not in a cheap way like Stella or Crimson in the show because you’ve actually done the work to lay out his nefariousness and how it’s been used to harm those around him (instead of it just being a necessity to make the plot move the way the creators want it to).

Tilla being an illegal magic user is amazing as well! I really like the added restriction on that for imps and hellhounds. It harkens to a lot of double standards in society and emphasizes the class divide. The idea of Tilla carving runes into her own flesh makes me wince but I adore the concept nonetheless (also since Tilla had to have been exposed to the fire during the circus explosion, do you think the runes on her skin would take some sort of effect or react in a special way? She’s not a book obviously, but when ancient and magical texts get burned in fantasy tales, things tend to manifest 👀). I love that Tilla taught magic to her daughter, and would’ve taught it to Blitzø and Fizz if she’d been able T—T And then Barbie bonding with her niece over it omg

((Also would Tilla’s leprosy or infection be tied to her scars? Sorry if that’s the obvious implication, I’m not entirely sure.))

You made Oops 10000000% more tolerable with this switch up (god help me for ever having to suffer through Fizz’s distraction song one more time 🤬). And the payoff is much better! It continues Blitzø and Barbie’s journey rather than ties up a loose end just to have Blitzø and Fizz be on good terms again. AND THE INCLUSION OF CRIMSON SELLING IMP MEAT ON THE BLACK MARKET 👌 😘 immaculate 👌 😘 Kudos! ✨✨✨✨✨✨

[superstupendoussims]

100 baby tricks and tips for a more fun and easy gameplay!

turn off aging :After you make your mama for the challenge and place her where you want to live turn aging off! ( don't worry we will turn it back on later ) once aging is off collect enough satisfation points to buy the beugiling trait as it will help you when flirting with donors.

(optional) keep aging off while you gather a bunch of money for you sims family to live comfy and have everything they need i.e a nice house, all the stuff inside the house. a good time for making money fast is using the selling on plopsy game feature (if you have that pack) go to the consignment store in cooperdale and create outfits to sell, set the prices for each out fit starting at $100,000 or more. then just keep relisting them till they sell and make you a ton of money… here is one of lilsimsie's videos that shows how to do this. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZWUDguCYQw&list=PLR2BL6OmNjXb4x3zo7kAQ2PkObs70OkwJ&index=35

if you dont want to use the 2. way of making money then turn aging back on and i would reccommend gardening as it makes a ton of money quickly.

make sure your house has an area for just toddlers in it, make this room kid of big as they will need room to skill build. to help toddlers gain their skills as quick as possible (level 3 in all areas) use the following items, the toddler slide for movement, the blocks for thinking, the play tent or allow your toddlers to make messes for imagination, the blarffy for communication and obviously a potty for potty skill. DO NOT USE THE WABBIT TABLETS THEY ARE SLOW AND TAKE FOREVER FOR TODDLERS TO GET THEIR SKILLS. 5.kids and teens: create a group for the kids and teens in your household (remember to remove them once they move out of the house to make room for future kids in the group) this group will be for doing their homework togeather so that they actually do it. create the homework group, and make the only activity doing homework, call meetings for the kids whenever you need to have them do their schoolwork.

finding partners for your mama sim: if you have lovestruck use the blind date option it will send you sims who are already interested in you, once on the date use that beugile social interation you bought earlier (it is important to do this action first so the rest of the romantic interactions dont get rejected) then just proceed with romantic socials until first kiss pops up and your set to make another baby! 7.if you don't have lovestruck i suggest making another group for just mom and potential donors, have mom be the group leader, add donor sims into the empty spot and for group actvities choose things like kissing, romantic socials, woohoo etc. call the meetings when you need a new donor. 8.recommended mods for easier game play: mcc command center/mc woohoo and UI cheats

if you have mcc installed, when it is time for the kids to age up, instead of doing birthday cakes, a much quicker method is by clicking on the birthday sim > mcc command > sim commands> set age> click on desired age group

making food: since there will be a lot of sims eating i reccommend buy your household the banquet table. once placed select "serve all" and place the food that appears on the table into a fridge. also buy the bakery display case fridge for any toddlers to grab food from so that your older sims do not have to feed them they can just grab food whenever needed.

if you have crystal creatations pack, get some plumbob off the gallery or find it on your own, and craft a gem from it, charge it and place it in the toddler and infant areas to keep them happy all day and night so they can sleep/eat and cry less and just skill grind! HAVE FUN!

extras: download mystery costume donors off the gallery, or make your own! give each of your kids their own indiviuality in cas ! take pictures of your kids before they are moved out of the house to hang up and look back at or pictures of the baby donors! use the birth certificate mod or realistic birth mod for more realism in the game. use the reverse aging potion to turn back the clock on your baby mama if you want to use her for the whole challenge.

[siilent-wanderer]

Valentines with IVE

Where would the IVE members take you out on a date?

Yujin

Dog Café & Park Picnic Date

The moment you step into the café, she gasps dramatically

"Babe. Do you see this? We are in heaven"

She immediately crouches down to greet the dogs like they’re old friends, giggling as they pile onto her

"Okay, but which one do we smuggle out?"

“We already have Azzo tho…”

“Yeah, but Azzo needs a friend”

As you sip your drink, a small puppy climbs into your lap, and Yujin watches with a dreamy smile

"Oh, I’m in trouble. You look too cute right now."

Later, she leads you to a park where she sets up a picnic, grinning proudly

"Yes, I made all of this. No, you may not question how much of it is store-bought."

Feeds you bits of fruit with a mischievous smile

"Say ‘ahh’—oh, wait, there’s something on your lip."

She gently wipes it off before kissing the same spot

Lays back on the blanket, pulling you down with her, fingers brushing against yours.

"You, me, and a bunch of cute dogs? Perfect date, 10/10, would do again."

Gaeul

Roller Skating & Late-Night Milkshakes

The moment you step into the roller rink, she smirks.

"Alright, be honest. On a scale from pro to disaster, how good are you at skating?"

"Are you challenging me, Kim Gaeul?"

When you waver on your feet, she immediately grabs your hands, laughing softly

"I got you. I won’t let you fall."

After a few shaky rounds, she playfully spins you around

As you both skate side by side, she leans in and murmurs

"You know, this kinda feels like a scene from an old romance movie"

"You're so cheesy"

Later, at a 24-hour diner, she stirs her milkshake and nudges your foot under the table

"What’s better, the skating or spending time with me?"

Draws little doodles on your palm absentmindedly, eyes soft

"I really had fun. I’d like to keep doing this… if you want to."

Rei

Art Museum & DIY Painting Date

As you step into the museum, she links arms with you and whispers, "Prepare to hear my world-famous art critiques"

Stares at a random abstract painting and deadpans, "This clearly represents someone realizing they forgot to turn off their curling iron"

Bursts into laughter when you play along, making up even wilder interpretations

"I'm pretty sure this was done while sleepwalking"

"I love how unserious we are. Let’s get kicked out together."

After the museum, she takes you to a cozy café with a painting station, setting up canvases side by side

Playfully smudges a bit of paint on your cheek

"Oops. Now you match the artwork"

When she finishes her painting, she slides it toward you, cheeks slightly pink

"It’s for you. Even if it looks silly, you have to keep it forever, okay?"

On the way home, she holds onto your sleeve lightly

"This was the best day. Next time, let’s paint together again. Or maybe… I can paint you?"

Wonyoung

High-End Shopping & Fancy Rooftop Dinner

Walks into a designer store like she owns the place, immediately picking out outfits for you

"This? This is so your color. Try it on so I can admire you properly."

Takes candid pictures of you in every outfit, smiling to herself

"Oh no, you look too good. I might have to gatekeep you."

When you hesitate to let her buy you something, she pouts

"What’s wrong with me spoiling my girl? Just take it, pretty."

Later, she takes you to an exclusive rooftop restaurant, the city lights twinkling around you

"Why is there nobody around, Wony?"

"I rented the whole place for us, love"

Holds your hand across the table, thumb rubbing circles on your skin

As you finish dessert, she rests her chin on her hand, watching you

"Let’s make this a tradition. Once a month, you and me, a perfect night out."

When she walks you home, she squeezes your hand before letting go

"Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams — though I hope I’m already in them."

Liz

Beach Date & Sunset Bonfire

Drags you into the water the second you arrive, laughing as she splashes you

"Come on, don’t be shy! I’ll protect you from the waves!"

Competes with you in sandcastle building but gives up halfway to just admire your work

"Okay, okay, I admit it. You’re the superior architect."

As the sun sets, she sets up a tiny bonfire, handing you a marshmallow

"This is the best part of the day — warm fire, cool breeze, and… well, us."

Plays music on her speaker and sways slightly, then offers her hand

"Dance with me? No one’s watching. Well, except the moon, but I think it loves us together."

When you shiver, she pulls her hoodie over your shoulders, smiling

"There. Now you have to return this, which means you have to see me again."

Before you leave, she catches your hand, her voice softer

"Today was perfect. But you know what would be even better? Waking up next to you on a beach trip someday."

Leeseo

Amusement Park & Cotton Candy Date

Drags you straight to the roller coasters, eyes sparkling

"No hesitation! We’re sitting in the front!"

Laughs breathlessly after the ride, gripping your hand

"Okay, that was terrifying. Let’s do it again."

Buys you the biggest cotton candy she can find, beaming

"You have to share with me, though. It’s the rules."

Takes you to the photo booth and insists on silly poses before sneaking in a heart-fluttering one at the end

When you win her a plushie, she clutches it dramatically

"This is my emotional support bear now. Thank you, my hero."

Holds your hand while skipping toward the fireworks display, eyes shining

"You know what? Best. Date. Ever. But let’s make the next one even better."

A/N: happy valentines day :>

[wisteriasymphony]

Pulcinelle - Negotiation

The gaggle of kwamis stared blankly at Aurele as he spun around in his chair. Sitting on his desk was, unfortunately, the best he would be able to work with since he had no genuine miracle box—Just a plain jewelry box bought from the store. 

Sublimation: Banish. I grant myself the ability to return any object to its universe of origin. 

With that, his old Rooster Miraculous was safe where he’d found it, and he’d tied up all his loose ends. Other than the broken anklet, but he was currently stitching the frayed ends back together anyways. 

“You know, if I wanted to be stared at and judged for half an hour, I would’ve signed up for rehab,” he quipped, keeping his own gaze on the anklet. “I did you all a service, really.” 

“What you should be doing is returning us to our guardian,” the turtle frowned.

“Absolutely not.” 

Now it was the tiger's turn to speak. "Why not?” 

“I don’t want to,” Aurele responded, enunciating every word. “If I wanted to just let Ladybug have her victory, I wouldn’t’ve shown up in the first place.” 

“That’s awful!" the bee piped up. "You’re awful!” 

Aurele sneered. “What’s so wrong with a man causing hell as a hobby?” 

The kwamis met him with a flurry of scowls. No matter—Aurele set down the mended anklet in its designated tray. He pulled out his old laptop (old by this time’s standard, that is, not his own) and a pad of paper. 

“Alright, I’ll need you to list off your foods of preference,” he sighed. “As long as it’s nothing with a particularly horrendous smell, I should be fine with procuring it.” 

The first to concede was the mouse, pushing past her fellow kwami to place her forepaws on the top of the notepad. 

“Emmental, please?” 

“Emmental… You’re one of the pendants, correct? What’s your name?” 

“Mullo.” 

And so, Aurele wrote: Mullo, Emmental, Pendant, letting a golden pen glide over the thin yellow paper. It was only a matter of time before more of them spoke up, gathering around to rest on his shoulders or lay on the desk beside his computer. Aurele wondered for a moment if the previous guardian had ever felt this way, this warm feeling of being surrounded on all ends by clamoring pixies, and if that was why the one he knew best had been so stingy when it came to sharing kwamis with others. 

“Alright, let’s review: Green tea for for Wayzz, gummy worms for Sass, bananas and apples for Xuppu and Kaalki… Oh, damnit.” Aurele slipped the ring off his thumb, sending Orikko flying into the laptop screen.

“Watch it!” 

“My apologies, Orikko. Do you still like sunflower seeds?” 

The rooster huffed, brushing himself off with his feathered paws. “Why are you even bothering with feeding us, anyways?” He asked. “We can just use your energy.” 

“Because I want to? Besides, the less energy I’m sapped of the better, but if you’re fine with nothing then—“ 

“Corn. Anything with corn.” 

Aurele’s lips thinned in response, but he added to the list regardless. The other kwamis varied between acting embarrassed or ignoring their feathered colleague’s annoyance, still continuing to crowd around Aurele as he counted each dot on his shopping list. Aurele himself wasn’t a stranger to Orikko’s temper, given how he had briefly used his own world’s Rooster Miraculous for some time before swapping over. It was a simple issue of Aurele being rather ambitious with Sublimation, often giving the kwami little time to rest. He’d make sure to be better about that, now that Aurele had fourteen others to care for. 

…After tonight, that is. There was one thing he needed to do still. 

Sublimation: Graphomancy. I grant myself the power to alter the perception of history in accordance with what I write, in the confines of a single page of a digital encyclopedia. 

Was it dumb to make himself a Wikipedia page? …Yes. But every Graham de Vanily had one, and if he wanted to alleviate possible suspicion, Aurele needed to fit in. 

“Would cornbread work for you, Orikko?” He asked, already letting his fingers fly across the keyboard to write down what he had planned for this identity of his. “I’ll learn how to make it myself, just for you.” 

Orikko was back in the ring, but Aurele had the feeling the little rooster was rolling his eyes at him. 

“Look, I know you’re not a huge fan of me, but I really think we got off on the wrong foot in the last universe. I’m not a stranger to uncooperative kwami—Hell, you know who I used to work with and how that went—but I’m really hoping our relationship can be a good one.” Aurele stopped typing for a minute, before adding “Do you think ‘Aurele Lucius Florian Graham de Vanily Fathom’ is too over the top?” 

Naturally, Orikko declined to respond. All of the others were fast asleep in the pro tempore miracle box, so they weren’t much help either. If there was anything good about his previous kwami, it was that he had gotten used to Aurele’s bullshit. If Aurele hadn’t renounced him before even thinking of going for the Rooster Miraculous, maybe he wouldn’t taken both along with him instead to cause some real havoc. 

...Of course it was only now of all times, with fifteen stolen miraculi in his possession and stuck in a world he wasn’t born into, that Aurele was having doubts. He’d never be able to keep up the act, Felix would rat him out immediately, and in the wrong circumstances Aurele could even get himself killed. Just like every choice he’d ever made in his life, it was stupid and vain and destructive. 

But it was still a choice, at the very least.

The page would go up later that night, and it would say that Aurele Graham de Vanily (/ɔ.ʁe.l ɡræm də ˈvænɪli/) was born on the Ides of March of 1995, and after graduating secondary school at the age of sixteen, he had been studying at the Université Libre de Bruxelles. And, for what it was worth… nobody would suspect a thing. 

Aurele removed the ring, setting Orikko down in the last open tray in the box. 

“You can think about it while you sleep, Orikko. I’ll get you something in the morning. Corn flakes, corn syrup, whatever you’d like. If I want to do one thing right,” he sighs, “It’s feeding you all on more than gruel and insults. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.”

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