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Chapter 1: Ava

it’s finally here, the Lilith centric fic I’ve been promising for months! is it good? who knows. but it exists, which at this point is all that matters. 

here’s chapter 1/4. also on ao3. (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4)

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“feels like / we had matching wounds but / mine’s still black and blue and / yours is perfectly fine”

— the exit, conan gray 

From the moment she was born, Lilith had been given the gift of direction. Hands on her back, leading her forward; under her chin, shifting her gaze. Her feet walked the path paved especially for her, a path she had been destined for, and she did whatever was required to make sure she never strayed. 

Through every moment of it, there had been voices in her head. Her mother’s. Her instructors’. Every priest and member of the clergy she’d been presented to, who blessed her without knowing how precisely she’d serve them. Beneath altars adorned with gold, in front of a woman armed with an abundance of diamonds and sophistication, she’d done nothing but listen. 

The silence she was left with now threatened to drive her to madness. 

She had half a thought, as she jumped from headquarters to a hotel room, that perhaps the quiet was punishment for her infallible obedience. For years spent lying in wait for something that would never be. Like an open wound left untreated and exposed, the lack of noise in her head was a vulnerable, physical thing. It ached. Her body couldn’t heal from it. The cruelty felt vengeful, an intentional consequence of a lifetime dreaming about the Halo she had never deserved.  

Or perhaps all of this was retribution for her blasphemy. For the moment she’d stuck a knife in the Halo Bearer’s back and tried to cut it out herself. Ava may have forgiven her, but God clearly hadn’t. 

Lilith dropped the bag, let it hit the ground heavily. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Language, Ava.”

The girl turned around, hand dramatically clutching her heart. “We’re not in church. And don’t sneak up on me like that! I could have killed you.”

“It’s cute that you think that.”

Ava rolled her eyes, glanced down at the duffel sitting between them. “I didn’t realize your trip to the other side would make you the OCS’s official pack mule,” she said as she bent down and opened the zipper. “You know, we really ought to get you a bell or something.”

Anger simmered as Ava sorted through the weapons and passports. After everything that had happened, she’d have assumed Ava would finally start taking herself and this job seriously. But she was exactly the same person she’d been before their entire world had crumbled around them: a naïve girl who would never be able to handle the responsibility thrust upon her.

“Some gratitude would do you good,” Lilith snapped. “Where’s Beatrice?”

“Asleep. And keep your voice down — I wanna keep it that way. It hasn’t come easy these past few days.”

“It hasn’t come easy for any of us.” 

Technically it was true, but it felt like a lie coming from her. Their bodies would catch up with them, would shut down if they didn’t stop. They were still human. 

She hadn’t noticed, at first. That entire days had passed since she’d eaten a meal. Had a dream. Had a nightmare. Ever since her return, it was as if her body was energized entirely on its own, as if time itself moved differently. The rising and setting sun no longer held any kind of control over her. 

It wasn’t just the stars that had lost their grip. Her handle over her own heart had all but disappeared. She’d long ago learned the lesson of where feelings were meant to be kept: buried deep, away from the view of anyone who sought to take advantage of them. That kept her safe. That gave her an advantage. But now, every emotion threatened to drown her, invigorated in the same way her body had become. 

Anger was the only one that was manageable. It still burned as bright as it ever had, if she gave it any air. It didn’t seem confined to the same rules as the rest of them. It was comfortable. Familiar. The sole part of her that felt unchanged. 

Lilith suspected that said less about where she’d gone, and more about who she’d always been.

Stoicism was easier. Numbness was easier. Closing her mind and heart off from any potential trigger starved off the threat that she could feel constantly lurking in the shadows of her mind. Allowing even the slightest hint of some other feeling to sneak out could set them all loose, could leave her as unhinged as she’d been at the Vatican. Lilith would rather die again than lose her composure now, when the only person who knew how to put her back together was still lost. 

Mary had promised to help. Figure out what had changed and put the pieces into place once more. But Mary was gone. Beatrice was on the run. Shannon was dead. And the halls of Cat’s Cradle were filled with whispers that were never quiet enough, each one carving out space in the back of her mind. A poor imitation of the voices she’d lost. 

Her sisters no longer offered her purpose or direction — all they had to give were questions. Where she’d been. 

What she was. 

Whose side she was really on.

The answers were unknown, but one thing was agreed upon: her resurrection was anything but holy.

“Hey, are you…good?” Ava’s question stopped the derailing train of thought. She, at least, looked at Lilith the way she always had: with annoyance and a healthy amount of distrust. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, a couple weeks ago I watched you disappear into a black hole while impaled by a demon monster.”

“Yes, I was there, Ava. I recall.”

“Ok, but like, that’s a lot to deal with? And now you’ve got these powers and gray hair and—“

“And what?”

“I don’t know, I just thought maybe you’d want to talk about it.” 

Lilith rolled her eyes. “Even if I did, why would I want to talk to you?”

“Because I kinda understand what you’re going through? I mean,” she added, “I know it’s not the same, and I don’t know if you technically died, but—“ 

Ava’s rambles faded away, overpowered by the sound of her own heart pounding. Ava, who held her birthright in her back, thought they were the same? The Halo had given her everything. Life. Family. Freedom. Purpose. Lilith’s rebirth had taken all of that away, had corrupted something inside her so decisively that she was beginning to suspect it could never be reversed. Their bodies may both have healed, but only one of them was left with scars.

“—anyway, I guess I’m just saying that if you want to—“

“Ava.” For Beatrice’s sake, she forced her voice to stay at a near whisper. “Stop.”

“I—um, okay.”

Lilith ran a hand over her face, let her eyes roam around the room, searching for anything but the obnoxious, ungrateful girl in front of her. 

They landed on scraps of paper, spread haphazardly on the desk beside her. “What is this?” She said as she reached for them. “You know you guys aren’t supposed to be communicating—“

“No! Give those back!” Ava lunged for her, but Lilith phased backward, just out of reach. 

The sheet was covered in words, written sloppily, but not illegibly. Scanning the paper, she noticed the repetition. Every line contained the same name, written over and over: Beatrice, Camila, Mother Superion. Even her own. 

A sarcastic comment about her penmanship evaporated when she saw the final name. It took over three lines at the bottom, as if the excess could counteract the absence. As if the effort could bring her back. 

“I miss her,” Ava said, and the rage came quickly, because how could she? How could she feel the gap of her when she’d hardly known her? She hadn’t seen Mary love. Hadn’t seen her grow. She hadn’t felt the weight of her arms around her, holding her close, dragging her out of the void and back into herself. 

All that time they’d wasted chasing Ava, the three of them acting no better than petulant children. Fighting over her. Dying over her. And for what? A halo that had never been holy. An angel that was nothing of the sort. A girl who had never believed in it. 

“It’s my fault,” Ava whispered. “Maybe if I’d practiced more, or if I’d been stronger, I…”

The anger was inclined to agree, but logic held the words back. Lilith knew the truth. Only one of them had been compelled to whisk the group away, back to the safety of the OCS. Only one of them hadn’t been strong enough to bring everybody with her.

“Mary taught me to shoot.” She wasn’t sure where the words came from, where they were going, but she let them out anyway. “My mother thought guns were ugly, classless tools. Too common to be dignified. But Mary saw beauty in the danger. Weapons gave her an advantage, a way to protect herself and those she loved. And then she gave that advantage to me.”

Ava didn’t say anything, an occurrence almost as rare as Lilith’s nostalgia. She tried to savor it, but all it did was add to the unnatural air that seemed to follow her everywhere she went, the inescapable awareness that they were all transforming into something new. Something unrecognizable. Ava speechless, Beatrice restless. It wasn’t right.

She had an unrelenting suspicion that it had nothing to do with their loss or with Adriel, and everything to do with her. It had all started before the Vatican, right after she’d returned. It only seemed to happen when she was nearby. There was one simple conclusion: corruption by association. Her continued presence was enough to ruin them.

And yet here she stayed. Maybe she truly was selfish. 

“For a long time, nobody cared to come back for me,” Ava finally said in response. “Not any of the distant family members I have scattered around the world. Not the prospective parents who saw me as a sob story instead of a person. Not even the asshole who put me in that orphanage in the first place. But Mary did. She kept coming back. Even after I pushed her away. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

The familiarity of the sentiment beckoned emotions that Lilith fought off. Memories flashed through her mind, each one offering glimpses of a life that would never again belong to her. They were gone as quickly as they arrived. She forced herself into the safety of detachment, the sanctuary of the dreaded silence. 

“I never understood why,” Ava added. “Why did she keep trying? Why didn’t she just give up like everybody else?”

Why, indeed? Why spend all that time fighting her, after a year of slow-growing distance and glares that lingered long enough to be intentional, only to then hold her close when she needed it most? Why believe in her only when she was already beyond saving? 

She’d spent days searching for answers. Her only hope in finding them seemed to be in finding Mary herself and demanding an explanation for what she’d seen in her, because Lilith had spent long hours staring into the mirror and had yet to see anything worthy of that kind of devotion.

“Mary always has been stubborn to a fault,” Lilith eventually answered.

“I think some people might call that loyalty.”

“Same difference.”

“But why me? I hadn’t earned it.”

“Why any of us? Mary is just like that. She commits to people and refuses to give up. You aren’t special, Ava.”

Ava thought for a second. “But she is.”

Lilith nodded. It wasn’t reassurance — if either of them had sought that, they wouldn’t have come to each other. But it was something. Recognition, maybe, of what they shared. Of what they lost. 

“You should know that Beatrice promised to keep training me.” Lilith waited for the joke, but Ava’s face remained entirely serious. “I’m going to fix this. Next time we fight, I’m going to be ready.”

“Nobody’s ever ready; they’re only prepared.” The words came out automatically. The dutiful student still lived somewhere inside her, still remembered their lessons and stories. Lilith wondered how much longer that girl could last in a body that now defied the very gospel it had been promised to.

“Then I’ll be fucking prepared. I know I don’t have the experience that Shannon or any of the others had, but I can still put in the work. I can still fight.”

It was a different kind of ache, knowing that if Shannon were here, none of this would have happened. Lilith would still be herself: second in line, fighting off a different kind of whisper behind her back, the one that assumed it was jealousy making her ungrateful for her role. It wasn’t entirely a false assumption, but nobody knew what it was like to be next. To stand behind her friend and be constantly reminded that in order for her own legacy to begin, Shannon’s would have to end. 

She’d always thought that Shannon was her final lesson. That when the Halo did eventually pass onto her, she’d have learned everything she could from her predecessor. But Shannon had known something was coming, and she’d chosen not to prepare her for it. 

Lilith wasn’t sure if she’d naively assumed she’d have more time, or if she’d known, somehow, that the Halo would never be hers. If she’d seen something in her, some otherness, some darkness, that had pushed her to secrecy. After all, Lilith had spent countless hours studying and observing, and it was Ava who’d found an evil none of them noticed. She’d seen there was wickedness in their sect, and her foresight had nothing to do with what was resting in her back. 

It was her heart that led her to the truth; Lilith had frequently been accused of lacking one of those.

At the end of the day, the reason didn’t matter. What mattered was that Shannon was gone, and she had left her education unfinished. There was no one to lead her now.

“Do you still hear them?” She finally gave into her curiosity and asked. Ava looked at her, face scrunching in confusion. “The other Warrior Nuns,” Lilith clarified. “Shannon. Areala.”

“Oh. Not so much anymore, thankfully.”

“You’re happy about that?”

“Uh, yeah. They only showed up to tell me that their life was shit or warn me that I was destined to die a horrible death, so I can’t say I miss it.” 

Lilith nearly scoffed at the insolence. If it had been her, she never would have insulted their predecessors. She never would have dismissed the knowledge they carried, and the constant reminder that the scars on her back meant she would never be alone. Not in history. Not in her own mind. Not ever. 

For a moment, walking through the halls of the Vatican, she’d wondered if she’d found that feeling after all. It wasn’t as distinct, not quite a voice in her head, but something similar. A puppet master pulling the strings, giving her a new path, new orders, and not waiting to see if she’d listen before taking control.

It had scared her, at first. Realizing that her body, her actions, were not her own. Knowing that someone else, something else, had taken over, had led her to the boy, and the tomb, and then forced them to retreat. But every choice she’d made had turned out to be the right one. For a moment, she’d even let herself believe that God might have come back for her, despite her apparent damnation. 

But the silence spoke loudly enough. Whoever had taken over had used and discarded her like she was nothing. They’d turned her into a disciple and given her no one to follow. They’d abandoned her. 

“You should try and contact them.” Her voice was hushed, quiet not out of courtesy but necessity. “They may know more than they suspect.”

“Okay, fine. Maybe I’ll try when we get there. Wherever ‘there’ is.” 

“When you guys make it to your next location, remember not to tell anyone. It’s safest if nobody knows where you are.”

“Will do.” Her eyes lit up as she added, “Honestly, I don’t even care where we go. I’m just hoping Bea and I will have a chance to experience something new. I’ve hardly had any time to see the world, you know? I wanna make the most out of it.”

Envy flared, lingered for half a second more than she usually let it. She wasn’t sure what exactly she was longing for. The gift of being wowed by the simplest of sights? The freedom to take advantage of a second chance at life without the burden of impious transmutation? Knowing that in all of it, Ava and Beatrice would be together, side by side at every step?

Or maybe she still ached for the Halo. For the responsibility it brought. The power. Maybe nothing had changed, except now she wanted something that she knew would reject her.

“Oh! Speaking of something new,” Ava said as she ran into the bathroom, returning with a box of brown hair dye. “You can have this one. I was gonna use two of them to go incognito, but Bea said any darker and it’ll look unnatural.”

Lilith grabbed it, turning it over in her hands. She knew it was another part of why everyone stared. Up until the Vatican, her hair had always been hidden underneath her habit. A non-issue by default. But though the doors to the OCS were still open to her, she hadn’t put the familiar garment back on. It didn’t feel right anymore. 

Her grip on the box tightened as she fought the rush of feelings itching to break through the surface. Even a hint of them felt unbearable, went against everything she’d ever known. Her heart did its best to overwhelm her, taking her episode at the tomb as permission to establish a new normal; Lilith did her best to bury it. The concept wasn’t new, it just required a fortified effort. Total commitment. She forced her mind to detach itself from reality. She felt nothing. She was nothing. And she would not break. No matter the cost.

“If you want to disguise yourself,” Lilith said after a moment, her voice reflecting a casual indifference she fought to hold onto, “you should probably do more than just dye it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did they not have haircuts at the orphanage?”

“Oh.” Ava walked back into the bathroom, and against her better judgment, Lilith followed, placing the box down as she stepped in behind her. She watched Ava watch herself in the mirror, anxiously running her hands through her hair. “I never really thought about it, but I think the last time anyone cut it was a little while after the accident. For surgery or something. They shaved it all off.”

“Definitely don’t do that. You don’t have the proper bone structure.”

“Gee, thanks. That’s a real confidence booster.”

“If you go for less drastic measures, I can take care of it now.” She wasn’t sure why she was offering. Ava was infuriating, and childish, and every conversation threatened her hard earned self-control. But something was cementing her feet to the ground. Something made her stay when she knew she should go. 

Maybe it was because her heart was still racing. Maybe she didn’t trust it to ease when she was back on the hunt, or in Cat’s Cradle. Maybe it was the sense that this hotel room, this conversation, existed outside of regularity, outside of time itself, and the moment she left, everything would go back to the way it was. To the way it would always be. 

Or maybe this was nothing but a proper distraction.

“You would do that?”

Lilith shrugged. “I have no other pressing matters to attend to. Not yet, anyway.”

That wasn’t true. She had leads to follow. A friend to find. But the words felt honest nonetheless. Like just saying them made it possible to delay everything else on her agenda for another few minutes. 

“I don’t know,” Ava hesitated. “Should I? What if I cut it and I look like a ten year old?”

“You already look like—“

“Shut up, I’m serious! This is a big deal!”

To hear the Halo Bearer stress over cosmetics while Mary was missing and Adriel walked among them should have brought the rage back to the surface. Part of her longed for it. Better it than something she couldn’t predict. Couldn’t reign in. But Lilith knew, at least in this moment, that her hesitation was about the decision itself. Having control. Agency over her own body. She more than most could understand how important the mundane choices felt when they were all you had. How stressful they became when you had no practice at making them. How tempting it was to relinquish that responsibility to someone, even if they chose wrong.

But, still. “It’s just hair, Ava.”

She looked up at her, vulnerability in her eyes, and Lilith was reminded once again of just how different the two of them were. Ava showed everything. She felt everything. Fear. Awe. Hope.  Lilith wasn’t sure how she hadn’t crumbled under the weight of it all yet, how those insatiable feelings hadn’t bled her dry. 

“It’s just hair?”

“It’s just hair. But it is up to you.”

Ava looked back at the mirror. She took a deep breath, before squeezing her eyes shut. “Ok,” she said. “Do it.”

Lilith didn’t give her time to change her mind before letting her nail grow sharp. In an instant, she ran it through the ends of her hair, watching the stands fall to the ground as she commanded the claw to retract.

“There. Done.”

Ava opened her eyes, and gasped. Lilith held back an eye roll. Everything was always so dramatic. 

“Oh my god, that was so much.”

Lilith glanced down. “It was at most four inches.”

Ava had already moved on, standing up so close to the mirror that Lilith wasn’t sure how she could even see herself reflected. “Wait, it actually looks super cool!”

“Then I suspect incognito won’t be a problem.”

Ava’s eyes narrowed. “Although, it’s a little uneven.”

“I don’t run a salon.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Beatrice can fix it for you in the morning.”

Ava blushed, just slightly, still staring forward. “Oh. Yeah, I guess she can. I mean, if she wants to. It’s not a big deal if she doesn’t, it’s only a few uneven ends, and it is just hair, but—.”

“Lord above,” Lilith mumbled under her breath. “I’m leaving.”

“Wait!” 

Ava reached behind her and grabbed the bottle again. “I know it’s just hair, but it might help to look like yourself again. Or, whatever version of yourself you wanna look like.” 

She handed it back. Lilith didn’t offer any kind of agreement or thanks, but she did accept it without protest. 

“Plus,” Ava added with that insufferable grin, “now you can’t say I owe you one.”

“I quite literally gave my life for yours.”

“You did try to kill me first, though.”

“Technically, I just tried to take the Halo.”

“Which would have made me dead again.”

Lilith shrugged. “That’s your problem, not mine.”

“Ah, Lilith. Always so considerate.” Her voice mimicked exasperation, and Lilith knew there was some truth to it, but that’s mostly what it was. Mimicry. 

They would never be friends. Not the way she was with Beatrice or Mary. But she would take this tolerable truce as victory enough. 

“Okay,” Ava said, her voice turning serious. “I know we’re supposed to go no contact, but you’ll let us know if you find her, right?”

Her hands formed fists, her nails threatening to break skin. Again, she buried anything that wasn’t indignant rage. Logically, some part of her knew this couldn’t be healthy, but it was effective, and right now, that mattered most. That’s what could save her.

It was impossible to ignore all her missing pieces. Awareness wasn’t the problem — the issue was that she couldn’t put the shards of her own soul back together alone. Couldn’t help the others until she did. And if there was one person that could set off a domino effect to fix all of them, it was Mary.

She’d spent a lifetime watching Warrior Nun after Warrior Nun give their life for their sisters. Waiting for her turn. Working hard and having patience and trust and faith. She’d never received the Halo, but she’d lost a life all the same to the dedication. But her next, no matter how short, wouldn’t be wasted. She would find Mary, even if it killed her.

“The next time you hear from me, I’ll have an answer,” Lilith vowed. 

Ava nodded. As she willed her body back to the Cradle, she noticed something else lurking beneath the anger. For the first time since the Vatican, she felt blessed with glorious, deafening purpose. 

[aurorawritestoescape]

PERFECT MATCH

Dieter Bravo x f!reader x Marcus Pike

Summary: Dieter becomes a face of a dating app and meets you and your husband while shooting an ad for it. Feeling an immense attraction, he invites you both to his penthouse, planning to enjoy the night and you to the fullest.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, threesome, shifting pov’s but it’s mostly Dieter’s, love is in the air, wholesome depravity, a lil bit of cuckolding, mm oral, body worship, lactation kink galore, pregnancy kink, unprotected piv, f/m! oral, breastfeeding, cumeating, Dieter is nasty and sweet, alcohol consumption, swearing.

Word count: 3,7k

A/n: first of all, Happy Valentine's Day, lovelies! I’m sending y’all kisses and hugs! This is written for Bouquets of Pedro creativity challenge created by @happypedrohours 💞 but also for me and for like minded ppl🥛 If it’s not your thing, it’s totally ok (give it a taste tho, you might like it hehe) Kisses to my baby @milla-frenchy for the support and beta-ing!💋Have a wonderful weekend, y’all!❤️

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST

“A face of a dating app? Me? Are you shitting me right now?”

Dieter lowered his sunglasses to stare at Erin, his PR manager. They’d met at a restaurant to discuss the future of his career after it had been hit by yet another scandal, involving the famous actor.

“It's not just a dating app,” Erin began explaining. “They guarantee that a person will meet their soulmate there. It’s called ‘Perfect Match‘. They have some kind of an algorithm to … ehm.. whatever. Not important. What’s important is that it’s wholesome, Dieter, and we desperately need to clean up your image. At least try,” the woman added, failing to hide defeat in her voice.

“ ‘s all defamation,” Dieter mumbled before taking a sip of his 11am White Russian.

The woman continued,

”If you want to ever be in a good movie, that’s a great start. Right now casting directors avoid you like a plague. B movies will be all you can get pretty soon.”

“Ouch.”

“You know it’s true.”

Dieter did know it so he said ‘yes‘.

He and his team met with the app people the next week. He missed half of the shit they discussed playing ‘animal crossing’ on his Switch but at the end of the meeting he signed the contract and they scheduled an ad shoot.

On the day of the shoot, Dieter was ready to die of boredom, filming the boring ad - he had to interview a happily married couple that had found each other on the app. In his mind he was already planning what he was going to drink, sniff, take and fuck that night, barely noticing what was happening around him on set.

Yet when he saw the couple, his attitude made a u-turn, especially when he laid his eyes on the most precious co-star - you. His mind short circuited and every part of him started buzzing.

Especially his cock.

You were a beautiful woman, there was no question about that, but what made him howl like a cartoon wolf was your big pregnant belly, accentuated by your thin summer dress. Your boobs were almost spilling out of the neckline and Dieter immediately bricked up as he shamelessly took you in.

"Meet the Pikes," his manager introduced the two of you. "They met on the app, got married and now they’re expecting a baby. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Amazing. When's the due date?" Dieter blurted out, shaking your hand, almost choking on his saliva.

"Next month," you replied without a beat, smiling widely at the actor. "I'm a huge fan of yours, Mr Bravo. And my husband too."

Your husband, Marcus, turned out to be an aspiring actor. He was hot as well, tall and well built with short dark hair and eager eyes. He looked too clean for Dieter, too put-together in his white dress shirt and black slacks, but it could be fun to ruffle the guy up a bit.

Dieter smirked, ogling the two of you. He knew exactly what he was doing tonight.

The shoot was done fast, thanks to you two being really great on camera and Dieter applying all of himself to finish the job. He couldn’t wait to spend more time with you in a private setting.

“Hey, guys, would you like to have dinner at mine? Get to know each other better?”

Your face lit up and you looked at your husband with your eyes full of hope and excitement and Marcus accepted the invitation with a polite smile.

“Yay!” you exclaimed, making a tiny joyous jump, which made your beautiful breasts jiggle. Dieter smiled and bit his lip. ‘Yay’ indeed.

Dieter took you and Marcus home in his limo and on your way there you told him about your husband’s little roles, sounding very proud of his accomplishments. Marcus asked Dieter for some advice on how to make it big in the industry and feeling flattered the actor happily shared his thoughts.

Dieter really liked you both but you made his heart beat faster and his cock throb. Talking to your husband, he couldn’t tear his eyes off you, imagining fucking you in every possible position. He’d prefer to rail you on your back so he could see your amazing tits and your bulging belly on full display. He needed to lay his hands on your gorgeous body as soon as possible.

Suddenly he noticed that you got nervous and fidgety.

"What's wrong, beautiful?" he asked with furrowed brows, his tone concerned. "Is it the baby?"

"Oh no." You shook your head. "It's - no, nothing.

It's embarrassing."

Marcus came to your help and, when you nodded for him to go on, he explained.

"She has milk coming in and it gets uncomfortable sometimes."

Dieter almost jizzed in his soft pants that very moment.

You were looking upset, trying to fix your jacket over your boobs. Gorgeous, wonderful, perfect boobs which were apparently leaking milk right in his limo. Dieter could have thrown his hands up to the sky in a thankful prayer but instead he took your hand in his and cooed at you,

"Oh, baby, don't be embarrassed. It's the most natural thing. And it's beautiful. You're beautiful."

“Thank you, Mr Bravo,” you said with a shy smile and relaxed a little.

“Call me Dieter, honey.”

Dieter didn’t lie. You were glowing, your beauty leaving him breathless. He really wanted to see your wet top but he stopped himself from asking just in time.

Soon you arrived at his penthouse and had a nice dinner, talking about Dieter’s roles, your hopes and dreams. The older man found you two delightful but at the back of his mind he was still thinking about your leaky boobs while his cock was stiffening in his pants again and again.

After the dinner, you continued the conversation in his living room, you and your husband on the couch, Dieter in the armchair. He got you some water, two glasses of white wine for Marcus and himself and then returned to the topic on his mind.

“Can I ask you something, honey? I’m afraid it’s inappropriate.”

You looked a bit surprised and glanced at your husband before saying,

“Oh…ok.”

”I thought milk comes after a baby’s born. And you have it now?“

“Yeah, sometimes it happens before,” you started explaining, looking a little shy. ”My doctor says it’s normal. The body is getting ready.”

“Yeah, nature is amazing,” Dieter mused before taking a sip of his wine.

You sighed.

“It’s not really convenient though and it hurts a little.”

“Oh, because there’s no one to drink it yet?”

“Yeah.” You both laughed and Dieter tilted his head.

“Have you ever tasted it?”

“Mr Bravo,” you gasped, averting your eyes with a timid smile on your flushed face.

“Dieter, baby,” he corrected you. He noticed the way you bit your lip and how Marcus squirmed in his seat. You both didn’t look scandalized or offended.

“Ehm, I tasted it once,” you admitted quietly. ”Just to try it. It’s sweet.”

“Oh, really?” Dieter gruffed, his eyes sparkling at your confession. He bucked his hips— even in his soft pants his erection was getting painful.

“What about you, Marcus?”

“No, it’s for the baby,” the younger man replied with a shake of his head but immediately glanced at your gorgeous chest.

“Well, the baby isn’t here yet, right?” Dieter pushed, not tearing his dark eyes off the two of you. Marcus nodded and swallowed hard as his hand darted to adjust his crotch.

“But we are,” Dieter purred, testing the waters. Your breath hitched and you pressed your thighs together. You glanced at Dieter, your pupils dilating. The actor was sure that your pussy was already tingling, so he gave you a playful wink, then leaned forward, planting his elbows on his knees, and asked,

“Can I see them?”

That’s how you ended up moaning and whimpering, sandwiched between Dieter and your husband Marcus on the couch. Your dress neckline and bra were pulled down, your naked tits pushed up, Dieter’s lips tightly wrapped around your breast, as much as he could engulf with his greedy mouth. He was growling into your tit, slurping down your sweet milk, kneading the other leaking boob with his big hand. His cock was tenting his pants, the crotch stained with pre cum, but he was hesitant to pull his dick out. He didn’t want to push you further too fast, didn’t want your husband to take you away from him.

Marcus seemed a bit uncomfortable when you showed Dieter two wet spots on your chest and when the actor held your clothed boob, as if weighing it in his hand. But Dieter knew what he was doing. He was gushing over your beauty, meanwhile mentioning how much he wanted to help Marcus with his career, how much he was going to do for him, for your family. The prospect of being Dieter’s prot��gé excited the young actor. Besides he couldn’t deny that watching the older man touch your milky breasts made Marcus rock hard in seconds.

While Dieter was gulping down your milk, your sweet noises were driving Marcus mad with arousal. He would hear you moan like that only when his cock was ruining your tight pussy. A pang of regret painfully stung his heart and he chided himself for never sucking on your tits, never giving you such great pleasure.

The actor interrupted his thoughts.

“Pull him out, man. I know you’re fucking hard. We both are,” Dieter mumbled, after letting your puffy nipple out of his mouth with a pop.

Milk immediately trickled down the curve of your breast and Dieter rushed to scoop it up with his tongue, before latching onto the source of your creamy nectar again.

Marcus’s head was clouded with lust, it was difficult to think straight, and he let himself get swallowed by the depravity of the situation.

“Baby?” He croaked, questioning his next move, and when you nodded eagerly, his hands immediately began unbuckling his belt. He took his stiff cock out and started stroking it, watching the famous actor suck milk out of his wife’s tits.

Dieter felt himself on cloud nine. The taste of you was divine, your soft whimpers were getting louder and needier, and you kept squirming in your seat. Just a minute and you’d be inviting him to taste not only your titty juice but your pussy juices too.

The older man moaned when he saw Marcus’s gorgeous cock. It was not as big as his, less thick, but it looked like a good time and besides was very aesthetically pleasing.

Your faces were flushed, your pupils blown out to the max. You both were ready to take the plunge into the world of lustful ecstasy.

“Fuck, you two are so hot,” Dieter breathed out and then whispered into your ear, playing with your wet nipple, ”C’mon, baby, let me make you feel real good. I wanna celebrate your gorgeous body the right way.”

He offered you his huge hand and you took it before glancing at your husband.

“Marcus, you two won’t regret tonight. I promise you,” Dieter said to the younger man who visibly shuddered with desire.

The actor smirked and helped you up from the couch. Marcus got up too, his hand wrapped around his crying cock, stepped up to you and kissed your lips. His hands were holding your face gently, his member bobbing between your bodies. The kiss was passionate and soft, and Dieter smiled, witnessing your love and lust for each other, but soon his own desire overtook him.

“Get a room, lovebirds,” he chuckled. “And I know just the place.” You parted from each other and followed the actor to his bedroom.

The first thing Dieter did when you three stepped into his spacious bedroom was undress you. Slowly, taking his sweet time, showering you with praise, he freed your wonderful body from the confines of your clothes.

Marcus hastily discarded his own clothes, watching the older man take your dress off and then slide your panties down your legs.

Dieter brought your wet underwear to his nose and the scent of you sent shivers down his spine and electricity through his cock. He got naked fast and then, taken with admiration and lust for you, fell on his knees. He looked up at you with piety in his puppy eyes, gently placed his palms on your round belly and cooed, taking in your beautiful form.

“Fucking goddess! Look at her, man,” he turned to Marcus who was sitting naked on the edge of the huge bed, slowly stroking his shaft.

“We must cherish her,” Dieter gushed, caressing your belly and your hips, “You're a miracle, honey.”

“She really is,” Marcus smiled.

You looked shy, standing naked in front of the men, one of whom you had met that very day, but Dieter saw how much you enjoyed his praise- your eyes were sparkling and your wide smile was genuine.

“May I…?” Dieter reached up on his knees and kissed your belly, gliding his hands over the roundness of your body. He was leaving soft kisses over the stretched skin of your stomach and you were breathing faster and faster. Then his lips travelled south to your mound and he kissed it gently with his mouth open. You hand flew to his disheveled hair but not to stop him - you caressed his head instead and tilted your hips forward, silently asking for more.

Dieter didn’t need to be invited twice. He spread your folds with his fingers and leaned in to give your hardened clit a lick. You gasped at the sensation and your knees almost buckled. Marcus rushed to you immediately and wrapped his arm around your torso and under your arms. Like a devoted husband he let you use him for stability while the older man was eating you out.

Dieter pushed his tongue deeper, reached your crying hole with the tip of the hot muscle, then dragged it between your folds back to your clit. Your moans filled the room when he began sucking on your engorged clit just like he’d done with your leaky nipple minutes ago. He couldn’t dare to touch his cock, he was afraid to come too soon.

After a few minutes Dieter pulled away from your cunt and admired you two, standing before him— you, beautiful and soft, Marcus strong and muscular. Your husband’s cock was bobbing in front of the older man’s face, and Dieter tentatively put his hand on the man’s hip, silently asking if he could go further. Marcus locked eyes with him and Dieter got his answer.

He slowly took the man’s cock in his mouth, inch by inch, and heard you moan.

“Baby, that’s so hot,” you mumbled watching your husband getting blown by the actor. Dieter hated leaving you without attention so his thumb quickly found your clit, two of his fingers plunged into your hole, and he began fingering your soft pussy.

At that moment Dieter dreamed of two more hands and another mouth so he could pleasure you both at the same time, but alas, he had to alternate between licking your pussy and sucking your husband’s cock.

Marcus and you began kissing, swallowing each other’s pleasured whimpers, while Dieter was feasting on your cunt and his length. Soon you came, shaking against your husband’s body who was holding you tight, not letting you fall when the waves of euphoria were hitting you over and over.

Dieter was happy with his job for now. He sat on his heels, looking up at your satisfied smile and Marcus’s engorged cock. Your tits were leaking again and he missed having them in his mouth so he ordered,

“Bed you two. Now.”

There was no harshness in his voice. Just desire and admiration for the two people giving him the pleasure worthy of gods.

You were lying down on the bed, your back resting on a few pillows, Dieter by your side. Marcus took place between your legs, licking the mixture of your cum and Dieter’s saliva off your puffy folds.

The actor began drinking from your tit again but now he wanted more.

“Can I play with you a little, beautiful? I’ll be gentle,” he purred into your ear and you moaned a soft ‘yes’.

Dieter latched to your nipple, sucked out a mouthful of your creamy liquid and sat up. He leaned down and slowly poured your milk out of his mouth right on your blooming pussy. It hit your clit first and then slid down to your hole right into the mouth of your husband, whose tongue was thrusting in and out of you. Marcus hungrily licked it off and growled against your cunt.

“Baby?” You sounded nervous.

“More,” your husband replied and you giggled with relief.

Dieter repeated the action a few more times, letting Marcus slurp your milk off your glistening cunt. Playing with you like that, they made you come again and then one more time. Drunk on euphoria you began breathing heavily, your forehead was sweaty, your lips parted and gulping air.

“My love,” Marcus cooed at you, climbing up the bed to the other side of you. “You ok?”

“Yes,” you huffed with a smile. “Just tired.”

Dieter looked at you with his puppy eyes and asked,

“Wanna stop, baby?”

You looked at his fat cock, then at Marcus’s crying member and shook your head.

“No, I wanna make you two come.”

“Oh, honey,” Dieter muttered and kissed your cheek. “You’re an angel. We don’t deserve you.”

“Where do you want us?” Marcus asked softly, caressing your belly with his sweaty palm.

“Yours in my pussy. Dieter, can I suck you off?

It took everything from Dieter not to come right then and there.

The men took their positions fast, yet still moving very carefully around you. Marcus got settled on his knees between your legs and was gliding his hands up and down your thighs, waiting for you to be ready.

Dieter kneeled next to your shoulder, bringing his cock to your mouth as close as possible, caring for your comfort.

“I won’t go deep, beautiful. Just lick him a little and I’ll come. I can bust just looking at you.”

You nodded, smiling up at his handsome face.

Marcus started first. The cold wet tip of his cock nestled at your entrance and he started pushing it in. Your cum and his pre fuck juice made it easy for you to take his length and soon your husband was growling, seeing his cock plunged deep inside your pussy.

“Oh, baby,” you moaned, watching his member move in and out of you, your greedy cunt swallowing him whole again and again. You twisted your nipple and a jet of milk burst out of your tit and hit Marcus’s lower belly. It trickled down the man’s happy trail and Dieter whined,

“That’s the hottest shit I’ve seen. Baby, can I do it?“

“Yeah,” you mumbled, delirious with lust and pleasure.

Dieter took your nipple between his fingers and gently pulled on it. ”Fuck me,” he grunted, as he began spraying your milk everywhere— Marcus’s chest, his stomach, your big belly, your glistening pussy. For some time you were mesmerized watching the sweet juice of your tits slide down your husband’s abs and then reach the place where the two of you were joined.

“Hnggg,” Dieter growled, “some extra lube for you two. Fuck this milk deep into her pussy, Marcus. Make her sweet all over.”

You were moaning loudly, drowning the lewd squelching sounds of your husband’s cock churning milk inside your cunt.

You needed to ground yourself or you’d die of immense pleasure, so you turned to Dieter who was still playing with your milky breasts and took the fat head of his cock into your mouth.

The actor made the neediest sound and bent over as if you hit him in the stomach.

“Your mouth, baby, it's heaven,” he moaned through heavy breaths and then roared, dropping his head back in ecstasy.

“Fuck— gonna come.“

A rope of his seed hit the back of your mouth and you took him deeper, breathing through your nose, letting the older man spill his cum inside your mouth and down your throat.

Marcus followed him immediately and his cock started filling you full of his hot sperm, adding even more wetness to your core. The men used both of your holes to discard their fat loads and you happily swallowed Dieter’s seed with your mouth and Marcus’s with your pussy.

When their balls were drained, they plopped on the bed on the both sides of you, panting and chuckling from time to time.

“‘s was fucking incredible,” Dieter breathed out, turning on his side, and looked at you with gratitude.

“Can I kiss your wife, Marcus?” He asked, lifting himself on one elbow.

“If she wants it.”

Marcus gave you both a tired smile.

Dieter looked deep into your eyes, leaned closer and your sparkling eyes screamed ‘yes’.

He finally kissed you. His lips were slowly caressing yours, your tongues tangled, his hand was rubbing your round belly, yours was cupping his scruffy cheek.

When you parted from him, Marcus seized your chin and turned your head to him. Your lips met and as Dieter watched your husband lick into your mouth, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

“That app is the shit,” he muttered. ”We matched perfectly.”

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[crucialplayer]

how good are zodiac signs at lying + tier ranking 

!! everything is based purely on my experiences with signs, written with no other purpose than to share my observations and be unserious. 

excellent liars + can cause a significant amount of stress 

Pisces (unintentionally made it to the top). You know how it's said to be a good liar you have to believe in ur lies? Queens and kings of that. Live in another dimension and process everything through their mood (and it changes A LOT)/or their relationship with the person they are talking about. Hence the «they’ve changed» and «it's different this time». They rarely lie out of a negative spot tho, it's simply how their emotional filter works and distorts reality for them. Also despite being good at lying they just use those Pisces eyes to get what they want. This imo works more for Pisces Risings and Pisces Venuses. 

Libras. It's vital to them to be liked and well thought of so a lot of the time they’ll say and do whatever grants them precisely that. Can be very eloquent with their words, super socially conscious. Can navigate a convo without ever sliding into remotely misbalanced territory. Ig a libra lie giveaway would be if they are in a situation with two or more extreme opinions – it might cause them to get overwhelmed and lost. 

pretty good + can cause a moderate amount of stress 

Geminis. Not surprising I know. Earned and fought for their rightful place. Will lie for fun (mostly). Their motivation for lying is that of an elementary schooler – to see exactly how far they can get away with. Nevertheless, imo they are not as evil with it as they are made out to be. It's merely a way of getting mentally stimulated at any time of the day because without it they would honestly die. Quite easy to deal with too. You either play their game and start lying for shits and giggles too (works if ur goal is for them to like u) or ignore them (it takes about 2 minutes until they get bored and move on to another). Tbh anything in Gemini in ur big 6 will give u this result to some degree. The reason why they're not higher is cause their lies typically don't have the longevity of those above.

Сancers. Cannot stand feeling threatened so they’ll do anything and I mean anything to keep that sense of inner safety – including lying. Basically, if something is even slightly intruding on what they consider their comfort limits –  they will lie their way back to their precious shell. Ig it gets a bit problematic cause often they feel the threat without there being one. And since they are literally the opposite of clearing the air right on the spot you’ll seldom get a chance to catch that moment when they get into their defensive stand. Works for Sun or Rising/Mars maybe?? + If u have both bonus points to the insanity u might cause.

might try to lie but will probably fail + no stress pure fun

Leos. Will try to lie if they feel like their ego might suffer a bit or their social status is under attack, but you will notice it cause honestly there’s not a single emotion they can hide on that face. I’ve noted that they normally hate lying as a phenomenon in general (might be cause it makes them feel unstable and they are a fixed sign + all that ego protection). Besides they don't consider lying as something needed for them to gain love (them being themselves usually does it). Prideful lil babies (I’ve seen Leo Sun or Leo Stellium be like that). Aries. Оk these ones often don't even try. Don't have the patience to analyze the situation and how it might benefit them to lie – they rush straight into react mode (and they are pretty entertaining in it). Same as Leo don't consider lying necessary for them to get what they want – they just go after it and get it.

сan lie in theory but prefer other methods of torture

Scorpios. Lying is too easy and they like to be elaborate with their victims opponents. In all seriousness in my experience they won't appreciate you lying, and won't lie too. They crave that soul bonding hard and lying doesn't really say I want to belong to u with every ounce of my being. If they like you chances are you are sincere in how you feel towards them and they will let you know too. This obviously all falls apart if you have wronged them in some way. Then bye. 

Tauruses. It’s simply tooooo much work and effort. Also generally requires reacting quickly and they would rather exit the situation altogether. And you will like them for other reasons and they know that so ig that’s why they just chill and wait for theirs to come naturally. And it does. And they will be smug about it.

can lie but actively choose not to + hence can cause a lot of stress

Virgos. Would never deprive themselves of the pleasure of being mean critical (esp Virgo suns). Feel like it's their life mission to point out flaws and inconsistencies so they won't tell white lies regardless they like you or not (might be super annoying to you – to them it's everything). But it's useful to have someone that tells you how it is (this line def belongs to Virgo too). Also think they are too smart anyway so they’ll get what they need through that.

Sagittariuses. Pretty obvious. In their world it's either telling the truth or having a heart attack right then and there. It can be so bad that you will ASK them to lie and they still won't. I think it's partially because to them any thought that comes up in their head is worth sharing so there u have it. Good thing they can be funny with it but not always… If they have Sag Sun and Sag Mercury it's this but on steroids. 

could not care less + stress levels caused are moderate but for other reasons…

Capricorns. Too busy to notice you, let alone talk to you, let alone lie to you… But if they do a) you have something they need for their GOAL therefore you have value b) ur somehow got to their inner circle but they still won't lie. They will tell you how it is only to save their time. Can be mean (but honest!!!) but I think they genuinely don't realize it (unlike Virgos). 

Aquariuses. Also too busy but usually with made-up stuff. Don't need to lie since people don't understand them either way. Too focused on bigger plans bigger picture bigger anything to come down to such low topics like intricacies of human interaction. To be fair they are really chill and really could not be bothered. 

[writers-reach]

could you write a random fluffy fic with akihiko and an s/o? hope you have a great day!

persona 3: fluffy hcs (akihiko sanada)

notes: fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader implied to be a part of SEES

ahhh first off akihiko is so awkward. despite being the high school heartthrob of gekkoukan, he has no idea what he's doing in terms of romance

"what do people like. do they like getting beef bowls. i think they like getting beef bowls. i know i do :)"

honestly akihiko is so autism coded so i think one of his love languages so to speak is learning about things you like just because you like them (wikipedia deep dives lol)(he just like me fr)

he's nervous for any kind of pda, mostly for your sake, considering his hoardes of fangirls.

but he isn't gonna shove you away if you do try to hold his hand or hug him in the halls

ALWAYS gonna find you after class, says hello, drags you to walk to the dorm with him or grab a treat before heading home

WALKS WITH KOROMARU.

you're his number one fan!!! going to any boxing match with a hand-written sign!!! go sanada go!!!

turns the brightest shade of red with any kind of kiss ever. lord help him if you're flirty or make the most moves

takes him a while to be more bold with his affections but when he does??? he loves kissing you while holding you close. likes the warmth, likes having your face near.

awkward cute goober <333

a/n: AUGHUFGHHF AKIIIII when i played p3p i romanced him but unfortunately he was like a rebound after the whole. ryoji thing. love him sm tho. tysm you have a good day too!!

[bonnibellexox]

What I’ve Learnt From Each of My Stories

In my experience, the faster you learn, the faster you hate your past work. There’s a steep curve in most things, which must be one of the reasons beginners give up on new endeavours so much. In those first few months, you might double, triple and quadruple your skill if you actively try to, which unfortunately means that you’re guaranteed to look back in horror at every mistake you used to make with such confidence. It’s a good sign, trust me.

So now, I will humble myself and reveal to you all the shit that keeps me up at night as I take you through my writing journey.

The Very Beginning- Miraculous Ladybug

Bad bad bad. Omg it was so bad. No grammar, no spellchecking, the tackiest sex scenes in the world written by a girl who thought hickeys were a badge of honor, someone should have euthanised me.

~Take Aways~

-Have sex before you write about it, everyone can tell

-Stop making everything so over-the-top ~sexy~, no one talks like that all the time

-Write about adults you weirdo (i was 14 to be fair)

The Real Beginning- RWBY: We’re All So Happy For You

This story was written out of love and rage. Ruby drinking that tea changed my life (literally) but wow was the season bad. I know they had budget problems towards the end, but honestly, it was the worst time to start a whole new plotline when we were kinda in the middle of something back home. It would have made a good movie tho...

~Take Aways~

-Sentence length needs to vary, don’t get stuck in a rhythm

-Paragraphs can cover a lot of ground, not everything has to be dialogue

-You don’t need to write every second of the day out, let time pass offscreen

-You kinda have a thing for RK Jaune x Ruby but I won’t tell anyone

Oh... You Like That? RWBY: The Oneshots

I like sex, in case you couldn’t tell. Well... sex is actually pretty mid, but THINKING about sex is fun. And it sells. People tend to like Ruby being innocent and dumb, but thats G R O S S so I made her secretly kinky and also a legal adult. This vibe will continue for a while.

~Take Aways~

-Sex is weird to write, mostly because it's repetitive. Don’t get caught up in the... ehm ‘ins and outs’ of it. We all know what's happening, focus on thought processes and sensory detail over action.

-Jaune and Ruby are a niche pairing, but readable fanfiction is rare so you aren’t totally screwed

-I don’t like saying dirty words, apparently. We all know I’ve written insane shit so idk wtf my problem is. Dont worry, it’ll end up being a good thing

Oneshots, But There’s More Than One! RWBY: Privacy

Look at that! My most popular story. What started out as an attempt to find somewhere for Ruby and Jaune to be alone together, turned into a polycule beyond my control.

~Take Aways~

-I’m impatient. Slowburns are allergic to me. He calls her baby five minutes into the story but ok

-3,000 words per chapter is a sweet spot. Some of those chapters were 8 THOUSAND words and they got the same amount of hits and comments anyway. Break them up, get paid twice.

-If you do one thing people dont like, they’ll bring it up forEVER.

-Sometimes, sacrificing a story to the people and asking for their wishes and desires teaches you a lot about not only your audience, but also what they consider to be your strengths. Don’t bend to their will, but maybe give public opinion some of your time for stories that don’t matter too much.

They Were Just Supposed to Fuck on an Island- RWBY: Time Together

That’s right, my initial concept for this crowd favourite was just beach sex for 20 years. For the record, that did NOT last.

~Take Aways~

-Still impatient, but I did manage to hold strong and keep them apart for 3 whole chapters!

-Slowburning that gets you death threats is simple: Make them sleep together in their underwear and skinny dip in the moonlight. Then have them genuinely say that its platonic. So many death threats...

-Sex gets boring eventually. Tying an emotion to it gives you much more to work with. For example: the birthday sex they have in front of the fire was my attempt at the most romantic fuck I could imagine at the time

-While writing this, I developed a new style of smut writing that I found to be much more comfortable and didnt cheapen my stories as much. No fade to blacks, but i still avoided direct, grotesk language in favour of implication and subtlty.

Again, This Was Supposed to be Sex in a Club- RWBY: Caught Red-Handed

This one is my Roman Empire. I’m very proud of the trap I set for my readers and WOW did I piss some people off. Whoopsies...

~Take Aways~

-USE GRAMMERLY ffs omg, you dyslexic fuck

-be careful giving anime self insert characters flaws, the weebs will come for your throat

-speaking of flaws, this was actually really helpful for getting rid of my fear of ‘ruining’ my characters. When you face it head-on, give them reasons to get worse and look for meaningful redeeming action for them to take, people will forgive a lot.

-writing from a different characters perspective is game-changing for understanding them

-only people who like your work hate it as viciously as this. If it was pure garbage, they wouldn't be here at Chapter 20 with the rest of us :)

In the end, write whatever you want, it’s free and you don't owe anyone anything. Use this freedom to find your voice, figure out what you hate, make your mistakes, get all that sluttiness out of your system and come out knowing exactly what you want to write.

Good Luck XoX

[mayisgoingnuts]

Wicked Month Kevin facts!

— Don't actually let the spookiez have the candy for free, they just basically force him to do so. Sometimes if he's too stressed or tired he'll give in without resisting.

— Lots of loud bickering and curses with Pump, mainly when the store is empty. With Skid is mostly a quiet type of bickering with Skid roasting him.

— Got his reputation ruined after Skid perturbed him so bad that he snapped at the kid out of distress, yelling and saying that if he didn't shut up he would snap Skid's neck in half. He wouldn't tho.

— Roy heard about it but thought that it was a bluff. In the end it may be, but stopped anyway since now Kevin's glare was way creepier and he just WOULDN'T stop staring just incase.

— Kevin literally tried to get himself fired but his unluck did not let him, he'd always end up making something good or coming back.

— Pretty much traumatized with kids, but would never cause harm. He believes that they deserve good things, but really far from him.

— On a brighter note, he's so used to these situations that now he's practically unaffected to rude clients. With Carmen for example, he could only think "Who talks like that?" and then go grab the candy casually.

— Literally has a sign outside the store with a (poor) skeleton and pumpkin drawing written "BANNED", but since it's not "official" and Kevin can't punish anyone for real, the kids always tends to ignore it.

— Kevin is always seem as the delusional one since Skid and Pump are never there after screwing up, kinda Phineas and Ferb style.

[silent-raven13]

Jealous Miles

Miles isn't the jealous type, or so he thought. His jealousy is mostly hidden with his awkward questions, or shy attitude. Normally he tries to bring up certain things casually which always sounds odd or just plain awkward. Somehow his jealousy isn't as extreme as his boyfriend's. No, Miles is always trying to be reasonable, calm and collective. He's not like his mom who ask many questions and starts investigating... tho his distant family members did say he's a lot like her. He never knew why.

Until today...

Gwen jumps happily: Isn't this great! We're going to see Hobie's concert.

Pav shimmies: Right! I am so hype!

Miles wearing his boyfriend's band shirt with tight skinny jeans and doc martin shoes: Ye-yeah! Do you see him? I can't find him anywhere. -he looks through the busy crowd wondering where his boyfriend is at-

Peter appears in the crowd with Mayday wearing black eyeliner and a black shirt. Mayday having on silly black and white makeup on to look like a skull: Hey guys! Sorry I'm late! Had to steal a shirt... you know to be punk? Ha!

Gwen looks at Mayday: You brought Mayday with you? Peter, she's a baby!

Mayday made a scowl look: BLAH!

Peter: Don't worry we practice! See. Blah! -they did the same expression-

One random guy in his punk outfit saw the two: That's what I'm talking about! BLAH! -he throws a sign of horns with his right hand- fuck society, man and lil one!

Mayday mimics the sign: hehe!

Peter: See! We fit in just fine! -he saw Miles looking over the crowd- What's up with him?

Pav: He's looking for his bf!

Peter: Ah, he's probably in the backstage with those groupies -casually saying-

Miles' eyes widen: Groupies!

Gwen: You know, bandmates always got a few sneaky links or sides. Sometimes fangirls wanting to sleep with their favorite band. -She saw Miles staring at her almost in shock- Not that Hobie will ever do that! You know he's faithful to you!

Pav: Yeah, you two are in a serious relationship!

Miles: We never said that! We just started to date and casually call each other boyfriend. -Something in him began bubbling, like a wave of anger and need-

Gwen: Ohh... Well, Hobie would never do that! You two are-

Some girls came walking pass them with their boobs out having pasties and there was black markers written names on it. One of them being Hobie's name. Peter quickly cover Mayday, who removes his hand to see: Boobies!

Peter: Hey, don't tell your mom! -he tries not to look at the women-

Gwen made a grimacing expression: Um... he's a star so he-

Another girl came by talking to her other friend: I can't believe your ex let you touch his hair! -they saw the blond girl with Hobie's name tattoo on her lower back.-

The other girl giggles: I know! He's so cute. I should've kissed him!

Pav: Ex! See, they are not together! -He frowns seeing a dark look on Miles' face. Something they never saw-

Another guy came almost similar to Miles' height holding Hobie's vest with his guy friend: Hahaha, Hobie is a fucking arse, isn't he?

The guy puts on Hobie's vest: Hahaha, well I got his jacket now!

Peter: Man, it's not looking too good for Hobie, huh Miles? Miles? -they saw him walking to the direction those groups came from-

Mayday: Ah shit!

Peter gasps: Mayday where did you learn that?

Gwen: Come on, let's go before something bad happens!

Pav: Awe, man. I fixed my hair today. Now we gotta tussle?

Miles slid his way through the crowd, at the end he saw a group of people surrounding bands that were about to play for tonight. One of them was Hobie's band. The young Spiderman looks at a crowd of women touching Hobie's arms, hair and face which tick him off. Jealousy bubbling into his stomach that left a nasty taste in his mouth.

Hobie standing trying to endure the fans: Okay. okay, stop touching my hair! I told you many times. -he scowls-

One of the fangirls lift her tank top shirt up to reveal her breasts: Hobie! Hobie, how about an autograph, please? -she cutely pouts-

Hobie sighs: Fine, whatever. Just don't touch my hair. -he only do this to seem like a badass, he didn't see nothing bad of it. He took a marker to write his name on the woman's chest- There! Now -his eyes glances over spotting his boyfriend. All his annoyance washes away and a big smile placed on his face- SUNFLOWER!

Miles merely standing there just witnessing his boyfriend writing his name on a fangirl's boobs. Now he's mad. He said nothing.

Hobie gently pushes his fans away: Excuse me, mate. This is my darling, Miles. -he happily gets to brag about his Sunflower, his hands on his lover's shoulders- Wow, you look amazing, darling. Are you wearing my band's shirt. -his eyes practically shape into hearts- I always-

Miles cut him off: Qué estabas haciendo? -going full blown Puerto Rican Spanish-

Hobie arched his eyebrows: What? -he didn't know much Spanish only a few words like Hola or Sí or Gracias. Just enough to impress or small talk with Mrs. Morales-

Miles scowls: What were you just doing? Que estabas haciendo? -his jealousy already taken over like a virus-

Hobie: Wha-what do you mean? I'm here sign-

Miles cuts him off: No- Qué acabas de hacer, ahora mismo?

Hobies: Ahora? O'Hara? -Why is Miguel brought into this?-

Miles: NO, Pendejo! What did you just did, right now? In front of me! -he's getting so mad, almost jumping into conclusions- You think, that's fucking cute? You think I would like that shit?

Hobie blinks a couple of times being surprised with his partner: Miles, I don-

Gwen calls out: Miles! We thought we lost you!

Pav ran behind along with Peter: Yeah! Oh hey, Hobie!

Hobie turns to their friends: Oh Hey- -Miles grab Hobie's face with his left hand squishing his cheeks, forcing the guitar player to look at him. He formally made Hobie lean/hunched over to get on Miles' eye level-

Miles spoke Spanish again: Estoy hablando contigo? -His Spanish firm, more serious... more Puerto Rican accent to it- Crees estoy jugando contigo? You think this is a fucking joke? -his right hand pointing, wanting his index finger at his boyfriend-

Peter: Ohhh, there's that Puerto Rican side... -Everyone in the group knows, you never want to pissed off a Puerto Rican or any Latino for that matter especially if your in a relationship with one-

Hobie: Luv, I am a bit confused -he mutters through his squish cheeks- I don-

Miles: Puñeta, no puedes escuchar? You got no fucking problem listening to your fans, huh? Huh, I'm not fucking playing with you, Hobie! -He glares still staring at his man-

Gwen softly whispers: Guys... calm down. Everyone is looking at us -the crowd around them were quiet with loud music bashing in the room. The fangirls slowly shift away from Hobie and his boyfriend seeing how mad Miles is-

Miles: Hijo de Puta, estoy hablando! Hobie, I'm fucking talking to you! Why you're not answering me? -Hobie finally sees a lot of Rio in Miles.-

Pav whispers to Hobie: Miles is jealous... he found out you were flirting with your exs...

Miles: Pav, mama bicho. Why are you taking his side, asshole! -he glares at Pav-

Pav backs away with his hands up in defense: I'm just clearing the air, don't have to be mean!

Hobie got the gist of it: Ohhh! -he never knew his boyfriend could get jealous- Luv, I wasn't flirting. Your the only one for me!

Miles: Cabrón, estas jugando comigo? Carajo, mama culo de su putas! -he didn't believe him, he's already too pissed off-

Peter going on his phone looking up Miles' use of language: Ohh, these are not good! -he winced at the use of language-

Pav innocently: What does mama bicho mean?

Peter types it in: Yikes!

Pav looks over and gasps: MILES THATS SO MEAN!

Mayday: Mama bicho!

Peter jumps: Mayday no! That's bad! Bad word! -his daughter laughs out loud-

Hobie: Luv, honest. I just did a simple autograph. I don't care for them. I'm the singer, you gotta understand I have to sign a few tits and deal with them.

Miles scowls: You need to set boundaries! How would you like it if I did that with random people, huh?

Hobie's jealousy sparked: Heh, your not in a band, Morales.

Miles:Ah, see you don't like that. I am your boyfriend -he brought his boyfriend's face closer to him- you need to respect me and my wishes! I am your half, not these bitches! Me estás escuchando? Are you listening me? Do you understand the words I'm saying coming out of my mouth? I am, your boyfriend, tu vida, tu amor!

Hobie couldn't be anymore happier, the amount of jealousy his partner is throwing and claiming his love to him. It felt all to amazing, hearts can be seen around his head. Even his whole body turned pink with magazine words with I love you all over: Yes, luv. I hear you. -he happily listens-

Miles went on: I'm not your fucking friend that you just high five. I'm tu cielo! Tu amor! Not your fucking puta! Yo no soy tu amigo! Yo soy tu cariño, tu bombón, tu CORAZÓN- -Miles touch Hobie's chest- This right here is mine! You hear me! Esto es mío! I'm not playing with you, Hobie! Tu eres mi alma! -still fuming-

Hobie hugs him: Yes, I am. Yes, I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry, luv. -he gave in. He didn't care if he was right or wrong. He's too in love with his Sunflower. He would do anything for him- I am everything for you.

Miles huffs happily: Good! Next time, I will kick your ass if you pulled that shit! -he happily got carried by his boyfriend as they make out-

Gwen saw how everyone went back to normal and she sighs: I never thought he would get that mad!

Pav: Yeah, yikes!

Peter: At least, it cool down on their own.

Mayday: MAMA BICHO!

Gwen: MJ is gonna kill you...

Peter sighs: I know, maybe I can be like Hobie and give in!

Pav: Mmm, I don't think so!

[loveandlegacy]

pleeeaaaase tell me what swain is on trial for. i wanna know what shit he absolutely did. your honor.

ok apologies for the delay on this. life is a bitch

the real question tho: what ISN'T swain on trial for fr!!! his crimes to date include:

patricide and matricide "for the good of noxus" – note i don't actually take serious issue with patricide and matricide it's just that his specific reasons are manifestly unhinged ones. 'you were the tumorous tissue plaguing my body politic and as such had to be excised'. rips dude. anybody doing anything for 'the good of the realm' is like redflagapalooza

actual factual literal warcrimes (in the name of noxus) including killing civilians, forcibly incorporating other cultures into noxian rule, and not really batting at eye at attempted child murder...even though lol. he lost that one

crowning himself genocidaire in chief because he feels like no one can run noxus as well as he can

knowing and choosing to do absolutely nothing about the ravenbloom academy or the fact that the black rose generally is practicing both child torture and their own weird kind of eugenics

making a faustian bargain with a demon that the lore says he won but that all signs point to "he hasn't won yet. in fact he's probably losing. badly"......all so he could crown himself genocidaire in chief

the fact that 'playing fast and loose with his own bodily autonomy and sanity' might not be a problem if he were just Some Guy but he is in fact not some guy. he's the leader of an imperialist nation state and he expects to lose to raum so much so that he has a bunch of contingency plans in place for people to kill him if shit hits the fan. except there's no guarantee all those contingency plans will work and then there might just be an extra demon loose on valoran all while mordekaiser's return is brewing. bad planning

expanding noxus's war machine so now everyone in the nation, no matter their class or creed, can (and is somewhat compelled to) volunteer themselves to join up and serve in the meat grinder that is their death cult country's military

suffering from the kind of zealotry about noxus that basically makes him perfectly suited to be one of the people running it and that is in every way a bad trait for a person to have

i'm confident there's more that i'm forgetting but i am afflicted with chronically bad sleep and as such am a little wiped out today. i will add though that i think people often downplay or like straight up forget about raum and probably the effect raum has on swain? like imagine you're trying to talk to a guy and he has like am radio static from hell blasting in his brain at full volume. this isn't entirely a trial-worthy thing but it is. a thing. that's happening and that i think a lot of written fanworks neglect the implications of that. like everyone writes him as this chessmaster genius with an impeccable level of self-control and in some ways he IS that, he's like clearly very smart and tactically capable and ruthless and also obviously very resolute and determined to have it his way to a degree that's deranged even without the demon magic and etc etc but also he's probably one bad dream away from complete psychological dissolution and he has to get through every day pretending like he's normal. because he, like noxus itself, mostly has a reputation built on smoke and mirrors and lies and a few really unhinged gambits that happened to work out

[lsunstreakerl]

Hiiii

I havent sent any asks or comments in a while because I was fully burried by uni but here I am finally🥳 (I should be studing pharmacology at the moment but who wants to do that? Not me🫢)

AWW I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO SAY. First everything you write is still amazing. I read everything as soon as I could. So many spectacular stories. Both the search verse and the new fic. I got to the point were I check immediatelly in the morning if you uploaded anything.

The GP and Max relationship is amazing in both and they are both so different but similar at the same time.

Im so excited for the deep dives you plan to do here. I think Im gonna separate my thoughts so its more manageable.

Search history:

I didnt expect to enjoy fopa as much as I did. I was surprised how interesting and enjoyable their side story was, looking forward to reading more about them.

GP and Max’s relationship is beautiful. Max learning to trust GP and slowly realise that he is not a burden. Admit to himself that GP was the one who raised him and tought him not Jos. Realise that this is how it should be, that parents shoud care and listen to their kids. Aww soo good.

Charles’s and Max’s relationship is amazing as well. To see their teenage selfs (mostly Max) be oblivious while everyone expects them to get together in the future. Loved GP’s comments to his wife about the personal drama

Also I loved the last chapter. Max working through his trauma and telling Charles about it. Beautifully written.

Famiglia:

Amazing how you write their relationships different but still very similar. Max is not the same person because he grew up in a loving home with GP but still he is the same in all things that matter.

Loved to dutch accent bit sooooo much. At first I didnt notice that he was speaking and then I went back to realise that the first thing GP heard was the word dad😫😫

Also Max and Charles still being connected by racing even tho Max cant race🤯 Him supporting Charles through is carrier, Charles wanting him on his team in F1 ahhhh so good. Charles immediatly recognising Max when he saw him driving.🥺 The hand massage🫠🤭

Yeah this became a bit long sorry😬🥴 I could yap about all your fics for eternity

sorry this took so long to respond, the mobile app wouldn't let me say anything 😭 you are so brave studying pharmacology it is my least favorite subject in the entire world EXCEPT for histology. (honestly, I should also be studying pharmacology rn. I'm just not doing it lol)

writing the Max and GP relationship to be just as meaningful but still different shaped on their experiences has actually been kind of hard, but I'm enjoying the challenge.

I am the conductor for the fopa train at this point. I'm not sure if anyone else really writes them? so I guess I'm holding down the frontlines of the fopa tag 🫡

teenage lestappen continues to absolutely ridiculous about each other, no matter what, in any universe. love that for them.

Alice knows all the redbull drama. all of it. she remembers it all too, that women is a treasure trove of embarrassing little gems for the entire team. everyone gets scared when she's at a team event because she knows it all.

showing Max a little bit softer in Famiglia has been fun! on the one hand, he's still got some of those concerning mindsets from when he was a kid, but he's much more open about his love and his family than he is in Search History.

yeah, GP cried about that one.

the Dutch accent is so funny, because poor Max has been in the UK for like seven years at this point, he signs in BSL, he thinks in british english, but when he speaks he's got a dutch accent still 😭 him and GP keep getting startled by it. (max also keeps not expecting his voice to be as low as it is lmfao)

charles could NOT figure out MP until he saw him in the kart and then he was like -_- "are u fr rn verstappen"

and then he decides he's keeping max this time, no more disappearing acts for him.

the hand massage 😭

[uninformedartist]

So a review on Helluva boss So2 ep 6

Ok so gonna break this review down into positives and negatives with my additional thoughts.

Positives:

So always start off with this, big props and love to the animation team we know know and see your struggle working under Vivienne and animating her over-complicated designs. Props to the BG team really stunning backgrounds, was actually a bit over the top for me (Ozzie's palace and especially the dildo factory shit was moving way too fast) but did pause to have a look at the BGs it is really pretty, the shit pacing made everything a visual blur tho.

VA work stunning love always a joy to hear Alex and James in any VA work tho Fizz's song was eyyy not the best but don't blame Alex it was a shittly written song in general especially when it went to the heavy metal part, overstimulating af and again shit pacing during the song and the flashing visuals gave me a headache. Striker's new VA, Ed's voice really grew on me he should've been Striker in the 1st place because I know for a fact Norman couldn't reprise his role for future episodes.

I loved Ozzie and Fizz's relationship especially the end scene where you can see Ozzie development or got hold of the best technology to give Fizz functional limbs, was a tender scene their relationship and interactions made me smile. I'll give Viv 1 ty for not fucking up their relationship, ty Viv (I can be nice to her :). Tho 1 scene that bothered me... the 12 sec Ozzie dong scene 💀 my soul it was just so jarring especially with the fast pacing. Felt like a race car coming to an immediate stop then speeding off again. Would've like the scene replaced with Fizz telling Bliz something nice about Ozzie, why Fizz likes him. I'm tired of queer couples/pairings in this show describing their partner in 2 ways, 1. how good they are in bed or 2. they got x anatomy that's amazing. But its Viv writing this ep, sigh her and her damn middle school sex jokes I'll let it slide.

Now negatives:

I said it before I'll say it for all eternity, the pacing was dogshit bad oh my soul wtf... Viv, Adam whoever I know you guys don't listen to criticism but if any criticism you take fix your damn pacing 😑. I had to pause multiple times just to see what has happening, what was said, what this paper/sign etc said. It was bad, and that paired with the overdetailed BGs and character designs, for the 1st time ever I got overstimulted from a HB ep and had to take a 5 min break to rest my eyes (was by Fizz's song). Its a noisey spinning kaleidoscope this ep, so unpleasant and its all pacing. Stay on certain scenes a bit longer and allow the audience to take in the scene before them (that flackback scene) its makes a difference. If you get overwhelmed/overstimlated ect by such visuals I recommend watching the leaked episode its much better in terms of pacing since its mostly storyboards and there is no color, plus its just the VAs talking with no background music and zero to minimal sound effects.

I didn't care for Crimson in this episode, I know he became Viv's favorite 😒 but seeing this fucker back so soon, it wasn't enjoyable, especially since the only reason he's in this ep is for a "big score" 😑. Also I'm tired of this over convenient plots, Fizz so happened to be in the greed ring and so happened to run into Blitz and Striker so happened to be in greed meeting with Crim who need a man for a "big score" AND SO HAPPENED Striker sees Fizz/Blitz fighting outside the window 🙃. Its all too convenient for me it takes me out and I then think how the plot coming together is ridiculous.

Striker is so under utilized. Since Viv hates him (confirmed by sources I can't pull now apologies) and she wrote this episode, everything established of Striker in So1 is destroyed. He's a husk of his intended character, all talk no show, a misogynistic clown who you can see Viv has no care writing him properly because she doesn't like him which is fucking horrible, this woman will butcher an integral villian, one with a good motivation (he hates blue-bloods) all because "oh I don't like him he's not in my fav OC list", petty af.

Fizz's disability and how its handled, spoke about it in this post:

It still remains the same though now we see it wasn't Wally holding the cake just some other imp and the card Bliz made for Fizz was a love confession still doesn't justify his reaction shoving the imp and his still underlying jealousy of Fizz since they were young. Yes it was backing off from a love confession/ashamed he's not as good a performer as Fizz, Blitz was jealous of Fizz. Made another post saying how I like how Fizz sees his disability, he's content, happy, has Ozzie who understands him and even made/went out his way to get Fizz the best prosthetics to better his quality of life, I like that good on Fizzy :).

5. Going to be a separate long post on (ಠ_ಠ) Blitz, THE FUCKING BIRD IS BACK 💀💀💀 why your rotisserie chicken ass not in hospital or we just skipping past that and how Viv keeps I'm gonna say it, forcing her characters to have daddy issues by writing this fucking irritating basic fanfic trope of killing the mother offscreen/not having the mother in the picture/us seeing her face. A commenter pointed this out and it irritates me because its the 3rd time she does this, she show Tilla (Blitz's mom) in pictures, you think there would be an episode revolving around Blitz's childhood etc but no she's "in" a fast paced pitty party flashback. This woman really can't show an ounce of respect to any female characters.

This is all for now, will be making more posts the more this ep settles in.

Score: 4.7/10

[wrongcaitlyn]

hi tawny!!! loved the magnus chase chapter 🫶🏻 alex and magnus r so cute. I love magnus’s backstory/how you adapted it!!

ok so today is my bday and I was hoping you might be able to share a snippet from the upcoming tgol chapter🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 no pressure tho!!!!

HI OMGSDFKJDSF FIRST OF ALL HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I HOPE THAT ITS STILL YOUR BIRTHDAY IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET TO THISJSDF!!!

i HAVE written a bit of the next chapter but unfortunately, it is solely tweets, and the tweets are all without users at the moment bc i always add the users at the end. SO. im gonna post a good majority of those tweets here as your excerpt and update it when i eventually add the users and let you know!!! and as a special treat if you'd like to choose one of these to be under your user, LET ME KNOW AND I'LL ADD IT :)))

hope you have had an absolutely wonderful day!!!

guys i dont think u realize how crazy this is for apollo to be working with another artist. like we all accepted nico was an exception bc like he’s will’s bsf and stuff but apollo apparently REACHED OUT to sadie. and they’ve been working together on an album. under apollo’s own label.

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genuinely hope that sadie becomes crazy popular like nico and that delphi records gets bigger than ****’s

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honestly i def think it’d happen. karma at its finest

so as an angel what’s the sadie lore anything we should know?? bc she’s abt to become my third fav artist

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who are the first two?? sadie’s AMAZING

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nico and alex fierro duh

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so your music taste is nico di angelo and his openers

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yes exactly

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Sadie currently has an EP out (Worst of You) that you should definitely check out, it was produced by her and her brother as an indie artist! As for background, she’s from London and her parents are pretty big in the archaeology world. She started putting out covers on YT when she was 13, and eventually started [1/2]

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writing her own songs. She uploaded a lot of unreleased songs to YT (they’ve since been deleted but they’re also on SoundCloud), and put out her debut EP at 18 and recently got signed to Apollo’s Delphi Records (technically second official artist signed, if we’re including Nico) [2/2]

still processing graveyard bc what does he MEAN by directly referencing how apollo “took his money and dignity and got the hell out” and thinks “i understand it now” and “i think you got it right.” nico please don’t disappear on us.

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i blame munich

i ship

[ two images attached: The first is a selfie of Nico di Angelo, Apollo, and Sadie Kane taken by Sadie. The second is the same photo, zoomed in on Sadie and Nico. ]

THE MYSTERY OF NICO’S SKULL RING: A THREAD

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Sep 27, 2015: the skull ring is first seen, albeit blurry, in jason grace’s vlog around his school, in which nico is sitting in their school cafeteria. it’s on his right ring finger, as it always has been (that we know of, logically he may have worn it on his middle or index finger when younger) 

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May 21, 2016: it’s once again seen in nico’s first appearance on apollo’s insta, before we even knew his name. during this time, nico had been working on ‘haunted’ with apollo, and was already known as his insta user “the ghost king,” which ties into the skull/ghost/death theme

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June 18, 2016: the skull ring is on the back cover of ‘haunted’s vinyl and its tracklist. it’s pretty much the centerpiece of the image, with his hand mostly covering his face.

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There are several more appearances of the skull ring, he practically never takes it off. It’s seen in his pictures at the AMA’s, VMA’s, Grammys, and pretty much every other public appearance of his from 2016 - 2018. 

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During the haunted acoustic shows (July 2017), he’s seen wearing the rings in all of the shows. 

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Even the design of the doomsday world tour poster is based on the skull design in his ring, as well as several other merch pieces.

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August 26, 2018: nico is wearing the ring in the official pictures from the first night of the doomsday world tour (and from various fans’ pictures)

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But on the second night of the doomsday world tour, nico is seen without a skull ring. 

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Since then, he hasn’t been seen wearing the ring ONCE. Several other rings take the place on the right ring finger, but the skull ring’s pretty identifiable - and the ones he’s worn since are noticeably different. so, that leaves the question: what happened to it? why did nico stop wearing it? 

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more pictures of the other rings he’s worn since

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ummm maybe. hear me out. just a possibility. his ring size grew? being a living growing teenager at the time

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okay but it is interesting how it happened right after the first night of tour. and its not like a normal piece of jewelry, right? the skull ring is one of the first things we even knew about him, its basically like a logo. dating all the way back to apollo’s first post signifying haunted? it must have meant something to him if he wore it for at least three years (1/2)

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even at award shows and red carpets and all that fancy stuff. putting the exact same skull design on tour merch, etc… it’s just strange that it disappeared all of a sudden, despite nico still going on with the death/skull aesthetic in graveyard. if he just lost it or it broke/stopped fitting, wouldn’t he try and get another?

this fandom belongs in an insane asylum 

[gothicbarbie]

BL's I'm Watching in December

(From favorite to least)

The Sign - God, I love this series. It has everything for me. BillyBabe have amazing chemistry and I love how their pairing is written. Hate to love is my favorite trope and they do it so well cuz it’s also laced with banter, flirtation and tension. You can see them genuinely falling for each other. And on top of that, we have a really interesting storyline with lots of questions and mystery. The production value of the series is super impressive too.

City Boy Log - Technically this isn’t a BL, but to me it counts. It’s scripted and centers around two BL pairings. I binged the whole thing in a day and loved it. The chemistry between the main duo is just so good and I love how bold the actors are. I also really like the simplicity of how it's filmed, it feels super natural. It’s a very fun watch and I would love to see them get an official series.

Playboyy the Series - Yes, this show has hot scenes (tho I find some more awkward than they are probably intended to be) but I like the series because of the overall storyline. There are a hell of a lot of characters and it can be a bit confusing but I think I am following it lol. I like quite a few of the pairings and plots that are happening and I def. want to know where the show is going to go. There are some great sex positive messages and discussion about consent that are really nice to see too.

Pit Babe - Really enjoying this series. It started very strong and while I find some storylines to be a bit draggy, it’s really fun to get an omega verse BL. I think they could do a bit more with it, but they seem to be slowly moving in that direction. Again, this series has an overall storyline arc that is mysterious and I’m curious to know where it’s headed. I also love the chemistry between Pavel and Pooh.

Last Twilight - I’m not as in love with this series as others seem to be but I still really enjoy it. It’s nice to see a series that sort of starts more with friendship that blossoms into something deeper and I find the plot of one character being the caretaker for the other to be very sweet and also unique. The scenes where JimmySea just touch hands are so powerful so I am loving their slow progression.

Breeze of Love - Binged this whole series in a night, and it was a great. Very fun watch. Weak kissing scene but sort of expected and it didn’t take away from the series much for me because I did like the chemistry of the main pair. I think some things could have been better but I liked it.

Twins the Series - This series can be dumb at times, and some storylines are a bit blasé but overall I am having a lot of fun watching it. I really like the chemistry between the main duo.

Destiny Seeker - This one ended a bit ago but I finally got a chance to watch the series and I loved it. Mostly for the main pairing who were so fun to watch. Have I mentioned I love hate to love pairings?

The Egoist (movie) - Not a series but a movie that I also finally got around to watching. I was loving it, at first. It was fantastic. The chemistry was great and the storyline hit hard. Hated the ending though, so a bit of a warning for anyone that is curious, if you don’t like unhappy endings, don’t watch lol.

My Story - Filo BL’s can be a bit cheesy at times and this one was no exception. I do think it started a bit better than it ended and I had to fastfoward quite a bit of the show, but I did like the chemistry between the pairings and enjoyed watching it.

Cooking Crush - Was unsure of this series at first, and I am not a big fan of cooking type shows, but I think this one is got a lot better starting with ep 2. I have always liked OffGun too and I am enjoying the cutesy moments and stuff at least. So we'll give it a chance to grow.

Unforgotten Night - An older series I am finally getting around to watching. Loved the first ep, then the next few were kind of bland. I didn’t hear great things about it, so we’ll see how it fits in at my end of year ranking (prob. will make the 2024 list tho since I am watching SLOW lol...) but I do really love the premise of the series. More friends with benefits type bl’s please!

The Day I Loved You - Another filo BL that I watched this month and it was quite enjoyable and cute. I liked the first half much better than the second half, it got a bit sad/depressing for me but I still think it was very well done and reminded me of a bit of heartstopper. Would def recommend people to check it out.

For Him - This one is okay, it doesn’t really have much of a point to me right now? lmao. But I think the sex scenes are well done and it’s holding my interest enough to keep watching.

Cherry Magic Thailand - I want to like this one, but something about it is just off for me. I like TayNew but am not in love with them and I think this version is a lot less cute and quirky like the original was. It just feels a bit awkward to me and I find Tay’s inner voice to be a bit silly? I wish it was more serious and sweet and less cringey lol. I also find New’s character to be a bit pathetic considering he is a 30 year old man… I understand it was following the OG SL, but again, I feel like that series just did everythin better lol…. But, I’ll give it a chance.

You Are Mine - This one was alright, I enjoyed parts of it, other parts I found kind of slow. It's def. not going to be an all-time favorite for me, but it was worth watching.

My Dear Gangster Oppa - Love Meen. Love the main duo’s chemistry, they feel natural together. Loved the first episode… but then, I just kinda stopped caring. The whole gangster/mob stuff just didn’t interest me and I found the overall plot of the main pairing to be a bit rushed. Wish they had built that up a tad more. But it was alright.

Brothers the Series - Another past BL that I’ve only seen a few eps of so far, so it’s hard to judge, but it’s okay so far. I do like the chemistry between the main pair and am curious to know where they are going to take things. But I am going very slow with this one.

Sahara Sensei to Toki-Kun - Only seen a few eps of this one and so far I’m, not really that into it. It’s okay and has some cute moments, but I don’t really like the chemistry between the main duo all that much, and I find it quite creepy he has a crush on a teacher tbh… But, we’ll see where it goes. Not one of Japan’s best imo.

VIP Only - This series is okay but I find it kind of boring. I like the main pairing okay, but I’m also not feeling the storyline that much, it’s just a bit bland to me.

7 Days Before Valentine - Sort of interesting premise and I like the chemistry between the angel dude and the main guy (if it’s even going to go there?) but there are some dumb/weird scenes and moments and the storyline is frustrating too. We’ll see what happens.

I Will Knock You - Older series I am finally attempting to skim through but it’s very meh. The chemistry is just okay. The plot is pretty boring. The main guy is a bit of an ass and hard to like right now but I also kinda like the banter? Maybe? IDK.

Middleman’s Love - Wanted to like this series because I like the characters and the chemistry but it’s just been dragging and dragging since ep 1. I didn't expect it to take this long for something to happen between the main two and the main character can be really annoying and frustrating and a bit TOO dramatic. They use him to be funny but he just comes off obnoxious? Bit of a bust for me. The series just doesn’t have a purpose...

Bake Me Please - Don’t like this series at all really. I don’t think the main couple has any chemistry. Ohm’s character is frankly annoying! And their relationship went from 0 to 60 in like 1 scene. I would just stop watching alll together, but it’s got so few episodes that I might as well just finish it.

Tie the Knot - This one is at the bottom cuz I barely remember what it was about but I just remember I skimmed the majority of it lol.

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this post is about the shepards having autism/being on the spectrum, strap in,,,

btw to b clear, they all got some other stuff goin on w em mentally, but im focusing on them bein autistic rn, im a bit rusty when it comes to talking about them w autism bc i havent talked about it in so long, I HOPE THIS ALL MADE SENSE

tim- the same way ppl see darry as being autistic is how i feel w tim, its not much of a difference honestly, so ion have much to say. he comes off as cold but he’s rlly not, he’s blunt and that makes him come off as rude to a ton of ppl and so therefore unapproachable, generally prefers to be alone minus like a few ppl (those ppl being angela and curly, and hes kinda had to grow to get used to pony being around a bit). he kinda has a monotone voice. he does have a same routine generally speaking and HATES when it gets fucked up somehow, he gets pretty agitated. his special interest is maybe like, space or somethin like that, but he seems pretty casual about it so ppl dont exactly understand that its literally a special interest, if that makes sense. he can notice patterns n small things other ppl wouldnt. i could see him having synesthesia and pain insensitivity, thats part of the reason y ppl think hes so tough in fights, they think hes just so used to fights he cant rlly get hurt like others can but no, he genuinely just doesnt react to pain stimuli that much 

curly- hes the one out of all three of em where i actually have him more fleshed out😭

he does stim, however its things that r deemed as more “normal” to do in front of others like bouncing his leg, tapping something, etc etc, but i will tell u a good chink of his stiff is chewed bc he just “felt like biting something”. he doesnt know the volume of his own voice and that gets him into a bit of trouble, sometimes hes rude genuinely without even meaning to and he things thats just bc hes a shepard, he has his moments where he takes shit literally or just doesnt get social rules. honestly i could see him being either a lil too clingy physically or him hating being touched by others, maybe hes a mix of both. he also has pain insensitivity and like i said, ppl think its bc hes gotten into so many fights, he just doesnt feel that pain no more, but nope, genuinely registers pain differently BUT if u want him to be hypersensitive to touch, i will tell u that he is tender headed so tim always has trouble braiding his hair especially when he was younger. this is like more modern day ish hc of him but ik he would be repeating words/phrases over and over (its called echolalia i think). doesnt rlly make eye contact a while bunch, its not bc hes nervous or it makes him uncomfortable tho its just like, a thing he does idk how to explain it. hes autistic but if u literally just got this nigga someone to get a look at him it becomes pretty obvious hes autistic, hes literally not even masking, if u had someone u hc to be autistic and they looked at him on his day to day life theyre def goin “hmm,,,”. hes def gotten into a fight bc he was overstimulated lmao

his special interest can b bugs or horror movie or something along those lines

angela- my girl angela,,,,shes the one masking thee HARDEST i just know it, ppl would deny shes autistic the most bc they dont understand autism in women, they would just say “shes just being a normal girl”, and i cant explain it bc we would b here for a while, but i will tell u she would show an obvious sign of being autistic and it gets written off bc ppl just see that as her being girly. ANYWAYS, shes hypersensitive (which means shes a bit tender headed, save my black girl), she gets annoyed by minor changes, has trouble making friends and this is for a multitude of reasons but her being autistic is one of em, has less obvious stims, she mostly plays w her hair, her special interest is more “socially accepted for a girl” and so ppl dont even see that as being her special interest which leads to her being undiagnosed, lowkey imitates other ppls hand gestures, and i have other ideas for her but i need to wrap this up this is becoming an essay😭😭

ANYWAYS they r undiagnosed bc they 1) dont have the resources to get tested lmao 2) they r black and black ppl tend to get misdiagnosed w something else bc they r so underrepresented  and 3) they r immigrants and immigrant parents dont rlly believe in having mental issues lmfao 4) they arent the “textbook outlook” of autism

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I’d Give You My Lungs So You Could Breathe (I’ve Got You, Brother) [CH3]

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summary:

Danny Fenton was adopted at age ten, with little to no memories about his former family. At age fourteen, he died yet lived and those memories began to return. He didn’t do anything about those memories – didn’t plan to, at least not yet – but then he got captured by the GIW, saved by his friends and someone who might be his sister who he only somewhat remembered, and taken to Gotham to, apparently, his biological father for safety until further notice.

Team Phantom was there, too, and they did not sign up for this family drama.

a/n:

“ch3 will be up in a few days,” i said, like a lying liar who lies. i meant to!!! but then i sort of forgot and then got distracted by another fic i’m in the middle of writing mlmao oops. so i won’t promise or say when ch4 will be up, bc this was the last of my already written chapters from ao3 & my update schedule is of the 'when i can and want to' variety. hope u guys on tumblr enjoy this chapter!! :)

warnings for the entire fic:

canon-typical violence of the DC variety; angst; memory loss/repressed memories; do i need to say major character death(s) or is that just a given for this fandom; questionable parenting tho every parent is trying to do good & care for the kids; implied/referenced past child abuse bc of the child assassin backgrounds; pls tell me if i missed something

CHAPTER SPECIFIC WARNINGS: blood; stressed teenagers; athanasia has a borderline panic attack; vivisection is mentioned again but only once if i remember right; implied animal death but in the past & it’s like 1 paragraph

CHAPTER THREE —

The secret, new headquarters of the Ghost Investigation Ward was in upstate New York. The Wayne Manor was in Gotham City, New Jersey. The travel from Point A to Point B was about three hours and forty minutes long – a much longer drive than any of them wanted. But with Manson’s magic, the van stayed invisible to the human eye and Wesley was able to speed down the roads without cops chasing after them, cutting down the travel time immensely.

Still, it was a risk.

But stopping some place before they got to Gotham was also a risk. One Athanasia refused to take.

Maybe if Ra’s al Ghul hadn’t been there, would she allow them to stop at a roadside motel or something. But he was there. He had been in the room where they were operating on Danny. Mother had one of her servants save Danny from death eight years ago to get him out of the League, allowing Grandfather to believe he was dead, but now he knew.

And Athanasia wasn’t going to let that man get anywhere near close to her twin brother again. So, they weren’t going to stop until they made it to Wayne Manor.

The others weren’t happy about it. She didn’t care.

Of course, that didn’t mean she was happy about it, either.

Believe her, she wanted to stop sooner. She wanted to get to a place where they could properly take care of Danny’s injuries, and give him what he needed to heal, and take those damn power repressing cuffs off. All they could do was make sure the bandages on his chest stayed put and kept too much blood from bleeding out, and made sure that he didn’t die on the way to the manor, which was more difficult than Athanasia would like, seeing as though, as Phantom, he didn’t have a heartbeat.

Eventually, they got the cuffs off. It took a while, and it was mostly done by Foley and Gray, because Athanasia was busy bandaging her own wounds with the limited supplies in the van, and Manson was focused on keeping the van invisible while Wesley drove. They succeeded, though. Once both cuffs were off, a ring of light appeared around him and with a flash he had black hair again, and green blood turned red.

His healing factor didn’t kick in.

“What do you mean he isn’t healing?” Wesley asked, worried, when Foley informed them. “He should be.”

“I don’t know,” Foley said, tone unsure and worried.

“But he has a heartbeat now, right?” asked Athanasia. She kept her eyes on her thigh as she bandaged a wound on there. It wasn’t the best, and she didn’t have anything to clean the wound with, but it would have to do for now.

Gray replied, “Yeah. He’s got one.”

“Okay. Good.” It was the only thing she could get herself to say. The possibility of still being too late to save him, even with him now away from the GIW and LoA, put a restrictive weight on her chest. It lessened with Gray’s affirmation, but not much.

They made it to Gotham in just under two hours and fifteen minutes.

Athanasia only got a split second glimpse of the city’s poorly lit up welcome sign with how fast Wesley continued to drive. Truly a speed demon; he didn’t even slow down when they got into the city’s limits.

As they crossed one intersection, a car with goons hanging out of the windows holding guns sped through it behind them, with what looked to be Red Robin and Spoiler on motorcycles on their tail. Three cops sped through right after. Gun shots rang out as they disappeared behind a building.

“Watch out for vigilantes,” she said. “It’s around the time most start coming out.”

Wesley shook his head. “I can’t imagine having more than one vigilante.”

Gray pointedly cleared her throat.

“I can’t imagine having more than two vigilantes.”

She hummed. “Forget about me again and see what happens.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Athanasia laughed quietly to herself. It wasn’t quiet enough, because he still heard and gave her the stink eye. It was hardly intimidating

Foley hissing made her look into the back seats. He was shaking his left hand, expression a grimace of pain, as he hurriedly passed the vial of liquid Athanasia had taken from the IV to Gray. Gray took it just as fast, twisting the lid back on.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Athanasia asked.

“They were putting that in his system?” The grimace turned into panic when she nodded. “Oh, that’s not good. That is so not good. That has blood blossoms in it.”

“What?!” Gray exclaimed. “That can kill him!”

Athanasia shifted so she sat sideways in the front seat. “What are blood blossoms?” Her eyes flicked to Danny – his chest slowly rose up and down – and then back to Foley.

“They can kill ghosts,” Wesley said gravely.

Foley explained, “They’re a blood red flower, have purple stems – humans can eat them. But for ghosts, they cause extreme pain and make them go powerless. Exposed to enough of it, they die. To people like me and Sam, who aren’t ghosts but have been exposed to ectoplasm for years, it just burns us. Like we touched a hot stove, or something.” He motioned to the vial. “That just felt like bee sting for me, but to Danny? It probably feels like he’s being slowly burned from the inside out.”

“It sounds like they made an oil from blood blossoms and diluted it until it wasn’t so strong,” Gray said.

“Strong enough to render him powerless, but weak enough to not kill him after long exposure,” Athanasia said, and the two of them nodded.

“Sounds like it.”

“That may be why he isn’t healing fast like he should,” Wesley suggested.

Foley cursed again. “This is so not good. We need to get it out of his system, like, yesterday.”

“How do we do that?”

Silence stretched between them.

Athanasia’s brows furrowed, incredulous and frustrated. And scared. “You don’t know?” she demanded.

“It– It’s never been in his bloodstream before!” Foley defended. “He’s only been near the flowers, so we just…moved him away from them. Or them from him. This is… We’ve never dealt with this before!”

“But you should have at least had a contingency plan for this,” she bit back. “Oils from flowers and plants are common!”

“We never thought the GIW would be smart enough for that!”

“Well, you should have!”

“Hey!” Gray shouted over them, “Enough! This isn’t helping Danny. Let’s just get to your dad’s place, yeah?”

Athanasia turned back around without another word. The movement pulled at her injuries, maybe even reopened the wound on her side, but she ignored them as she got out her communicator.

No one spoke for a few seconds.

“The device you are using to block the signals…” she started.

“I already said no,” Foley muttered, tone clipped. “It’s blocking his ecto-signature, too. I’m not risking unblocking it just so you can make a call.”

“You didn’t risk stopping, Ana,” Wesley said before she could respond. “Let us not risk this.”

There was a tightness in her throat that had been building up for the last ten minutes. It kept her from speaking; if she wanted to or even had a response, she couldn’t say it. She worked her jaw, ignoring the stinging in her eyes.

One brother was behind her near death, with a large incision that needed to be stitched. Her other brother was out in the city fighting crime, who knows in what type of danger in the crime capital of America.

She just wanted to know that at least one of them was okay.

It was as they went through another intersection, barely making it through a green light, when she noticed an unmistakable large, black shadow swing from one side of the road to the next.

“Stop the van,” she choked out.

“But–”

“Stop the van!”

Wesley slammed on the breaks. The ones in the back went tumbling, and she heard Manson let out a curse, concentration on the van’s invisibility broken after over two hours.

Athanasia got out of the van as fast as possible. She raced to the other side of the road and climbed skillfully up the fire escape on the side of a building. As she got to the roof, she spotted the figure speaking to another – red and black – in the shadows.

“Batman!”

Both figures turned. She dimly registered that the person Batman had been speaking to was Red Hood.

“Yes? What is it?” Batman questioned as he stepped forward.

Red Hood followed. The way his helmet tilted a little told her he recognized her. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

Athanasia made it halfway across the roof before she faltered. Her father was…an imposing man. If she hadn’t grown up in the place she did, she would probably be fearful of him because of it. Instead it just caught her off guard. Seeing him in person, up close, was…

Well. Unexpected.

She blinked and forced herself to stay on track. To not get distracted. She stopped a few or so feet away, wary to get too close. “We need your help,” she started off with. “My…acquaintances and I – we have someone who needs medical attention that only the Batcave will be able to provide for, and I need you to take us there.”

“The Batcave,” he repeated.

“Yes. A regular hospital is out of the question.” Her eyes flickered around the roof. Something wasn’t right. “I would take him there myself but I do not know where it is.”

What wasn’t right?

“I have no idea who you are. You aren’t authorized to go to the Batcave.”

“You would make an exception for us.”

“You sound sure.”

“Because I am. Just help us help him!”

“Who is ‘him’?”

“B, I don’t think it’s time for an interrogation right now,” Red Hood said.

“My…” Athanasia stilled. She knew what wasn’t right. Her entire body tensed. “Where’s Robin?”

Her father’s posture changed. Right; Batman was protective of Robin.

But as his older sister, so was she.

“Out,” he said. “Listen, you’re injured, and I understand you need help but–”

“What do you mean ‘out’? As in patrolling? Out of town? Country? Earth itself?”

Red Hood took a step towards her. “Whoa, kid, relax. It’s okay–”

“Where Robin is isn’t your business–”

Red Hood muttered a curse.

“Not my business?” she seethed. “Knowing where he is, is most definitely my business. I am not asking for dental records – it’s a simple answer to a simple question.”

“I–”

“My twin brother is dying in the backseat of a van, and my little brother is not by our father’s side like I thought he would be, so please just tell me where he is so I know at least one of them will be okay! I–”

“Hey! Hey,” Red Hood interrupted. “Robin is okay! He’s okay, alright? I promise. He twisted his ankle pretty badly the other night and the old man benched him until it’s healed. That’s all. You can breathe, kid.”

“I am.” Barely. It felt like she had been running for hours. She was out of breath; her intake of air had increased in the past few minutes. Her throat was back to being tight, but so was her chest, this time.

“Yes, you are, but your breathing is too fast,” Red Hood said. “You need to slow down–”

“There is no time to slow down!” she shouted. Her feet moved backwards when Red Hood tried to come closer to her. “I had the GPS taking us to the manor, but it’s worse off than we thought, and I would take him to the Batcave if I knew where it was–”

“How many of you are there?”

Athanasia blinked rapidly. Out of surprise, not because she was about to cry. She snapped her eyes back up to her father. “What?”

“You said you had acquaintances with you. How many?” He was doing something on his gauntlet, a hologram-like screen faintly glowing above it. She tried to make out the words backwards but gave up pretty quickly.

“Six in total,” she said. “Myself included. They do not know your identity.”

He hummed. “Are all of you injured?”

“Except for one, my– our getaway driver. Danny is the worst off.”

“Hard to believe, you’re pretty banged up yourself, kid,” Red Hood muttered, with a small motion to her entire body.

“They vivisected him.” The words hadn’t meant to come out, but they did.

Batman and Red Hood stilled.

The latter sucked in a breath of air. “Jesus.”

“The Batmobile is on its way,” her father tensely informed her. He stalked forward, and she was expecting him to walk passed her so she was thoroughly surprised when he stopped in front of her. He raised a hand and her body tensed for another time that night. She didn’t know what she was else expecting, but it wasn’t a comforting hold on her shoulder; it wasn’t a comforting tone and assurance. “Your brother is okay. Your twin is going to be okay.”

Athanasia stared at the hand on her shoulder. It took a second or two to finally tear her gaze from it, and look at her father’s cowl covered face instead.

“I promise.”

+++

The sound of footsteps gradually becoming louder alerted him that someone was about to disrupt his peace.

“Hey, I’m going to bed.”

Peace officially disrupted.

Damian looked up from his sketchbook long enough to spot Duke Thomas poking his head into the living room, before focusing back on the drawing he was working on. “Okay.”

“And Bruce wanted me to remind you to finish your homework if you haven’t already.”

He sighed. “I have.”

“And Alf says no sweets if you have any snacks.”

“Okay,” he said, annoyance seeping through.

“And they both say not to stay up too late or walk too much on your ankle–”

“Leave me be and rest your empty skull on the warm side of your pillow before I stab this pencil through your jugular.”

Thomas snickered. It occurred to him, then, that the older teen had continued on to annoy him on purpose. It worked. That annoyed Damian even more.

“Alright, alright. I’m leaving,” Thomas said through another chuckle. “Goodnight, Damian!” he called as he walked off.

He huffed. “Goodnight.”

Duke Thomas was Father’s newest addition to his ever growing brood. The older boy wasn’t adopted (at least, not yet), only fostered. His parents were still alive – just victims of Joker Venom. They found a cure, although it wasn’t instantaneous, so Elaine and Doug Thomas were slowly healing and recovering with the help of professionals while their son stayed here.

Damian was sort of surprised he was still here. He had an uncle he could go to, and who he did visit often, but he had chose to stay. Not that Damian wanted him to go – he actually didn’t mind Thomas that much anymore. He liked to think they got along well, even if sometimes the atmosphere was awkward, or when they deliberately annoyed one another.

Recently when the two either merely existed in the same room doing nothing, or ventured into the city out of boredom, Drake tagged along. Or was the one to drive them around. It had been tense at first. It was less so, now. Damian truly didn’t know how to feel about it.

He stopped drawing and stared at the page. He erased a few lines that didn’t look right and grabbed his phone, unlocking it to study the reference picture he was using. Just as he was about to put it down, his phone vibrated with a text.

It was from Drake – in the groupchat he made that included himself, Damian, and Duke. Damian tried to leave it multiple times only for Drake to add him back every single time.

drake

hey

evrrhthing ok at the manor??

thomas

yeah

i’m about to go to bed, damian is sketching in the living room & alfred is in the basement

why

is something wrong?

drake

idk but b is heading back

w jason

neither have have said a word they wont answer

thomas

that’s sus

you guys have only been gone for what?? 45 min at least

drake

yea

barbara cant even get ahold of them

hey little d

bat brat

u sure ur ok

Damian rolled his eyes. Drake was almost as bad as Father and Richard when it came to hovering if he got hurt, the buffoon simply showed it differently. He only twisted his ankle; nothing major.

And if his back had been hurting him the past week, nobody had to know.

…Except for Pennyworth and Richard. They knew of the metal in his spine and the damaged nerves, and so he told them when the sharp aches and pains kept coming back.

Alfred insisted it was just a few nerves growing back.

Damian focused back to the groupchat. Drake had resorted to spamming it because he took too long to respond. Obnoxious plebeian.

He took a picture of his legs covered by the blanket he was using. One knee was propped up to angle his sketch book right, while the other was stretched out as his injured ankle rested on a small pillow. Alfred the cat was fast asleep, curled into a circle, on the arm of the couch, while Titus made himself small enough to lay on the couch beside his outstretched leg. He sent the picture with nothing else. Drake stopped his spamming and liked it while Thomas sent another text asking what Damian was drawing.

With that, he put his phone down – only for it to start vibrating repeatedly. A phone call.

He somewhat expected it to be Drake, but still wasn’t that surprised to see it was Father, instead.

“Father?” Damian answered the call. “Drake said you were heading back. With Todd.”

“Yes.” Father’s voice was rough, but in a distinct way that Damian knew it wasn’t his Batman voice. In the background he heard the rumble of the Batmobile. “We are. And we have some company with us.”

His brows lowered. “Is everything okay?”

Silence.

Damian sat up and tucked his foot under his other leg’s thigh. Titus shifted, getting off of the couch to lay on the floor instead. “Father?” Carefully, he closed his sketchbook and set it on the coffee table.

Thomas decided to walk back in, at that moment. “Hey, I…” He trailed off when he saw that Damian was on the phone. “Is that Bruce?”

“Father, is–”

“Do you have an older sister?”

Damian froze. He even stopped breathing for a second. Did he know? If he did, how? Was it Mother, was she in Gotham? Did she tell Father? Athanasia told him not to tell him or anyone else, and he hadn’t. Why was he asking this? Were they okay?

“Yes,” he said slowly. “Cassandra–”

“I’m not talking about by adoption, son,” Father interrupted. “Biologically, do you have a sister? Or even a brother?”

He involuntarily sucked in sharply. If Father heard it, he didn’t make any indication that he did.

“She would be around Tim’s age, seventeen or eighteen. Five foot eight, ten at most. She mentioned a twin brother.”

Damian kept his eyes on Titus. He ignored Thomas stepping further into the living room to stand near the couch. “I’m not supposed to tell you,” he said. “She said not to.”

“Who? Talia?”

“No.”

“Your sister.” Damian stayed quiet. “Why?”

“I don’t– do not…” How was he supposed to answer that? He had no idea why Athanasia told him not to tell Father, but Damian refused to break the promise he made her. Yes, he wanted to tell Father – all the time, so badly – but it was the last thing Athanasia asked of him. Even the idea of breaking that promise felt wrong. Even now, even though he somehow knew. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and hated how childlike he sounded.

“…It’s not your fault, chum. We will be at the Cave soon. If– when,” he corrected, “you come down, put on a mask. They have acquaintances who don’t know our secret identities.”

“Yes, sir. Are they okay?”

Father didn’t immediately respond. It sent warning bells through his mind. “We’re about to be at the cave.”

“Wait, Father–”

The call ended.

Damian let out a huff of frustration. He went to call him back, but stopped.

Athanasia was in Gotham. She went to Father for help. Did that mean she called him on the League communicator and he missed it? Did he? It sounded like she needed help, they both did, and he…

Damian vaulted off of the couch. Thomas shouted after him, but he ignored him and the pain in his ankle as ran through the halls and up the stairs to his room. He took the communicator out from its hiding spot under his mattress.

Nothing. No calls or messages. Not a single thing.

Why did she go to Father and not him?

Damian sent a message. It didn’t go through, just like the past hundreds of times. He tried a call, it did the same thing.

“Damian! Don’t run away like that, man, you’re gonna hurt your ankle more,” Thomas reprimanded as he finally caught up. “I’m sorta responsible for you right now, and I don’t feel like getting Alfred’s disappointed look because you’re running around.”

The words went through one ear and out the other.

He cursed in Arabic and tossed the device onto his bed. He snatched an emergency mask from a drawer of his bedside table, and left the room.

“Damian,” shouted Thomas. “Seriously, dude!”

“If you follow me to the Batcave, put on a mask,” Damian said. “We have guests.”

Whatever his foster brother’s response was, Damian didn’t hear it. He rushed down the stairs, simultaneously putting on his mask, and then ran to the study where the clock was. Standing on his toes, he moved the clock’s hands to the correct time and squeezed through before the secret door opened all the way.

As he got to the bottom of the stairs, he slowed. A cacophony of noise grew as he got further into the cave. He stopped on the last step and just stared.

Whatever he had been expecting, it was not a group of injured teenagers talking over each other to his father and the family’s grandfather of a butler. Todd stood a few feet away from the group, back to Damian. He seemed to be merely watching the scene unfold.

“We’ve taken care of him before, we know how to do stitches!” a girl with short black hair shouted. “This isn’t new to–”

“He’s not– you need to let us help,” a black kid argued. “We know what to do for him–”

“I have already seen it!” And there’s Athanasia. “It is not a pretty sight, I know, but I can help–”

“None of you are in shape to help Penny-One,” Batman tried to speak over them.

“I am!” Another girl. She held a red and black helmet in her arms that matched a vigilante-like suit she wore. “Please, just let us–”

“We’re his friends! Please–”

“We– Well, I don’t but they do – they know what to do,” a red headed boy said. “He’s different, you’ll need their–”

A sharp whistle cut through the air, so sudden even Damian flinched. As did Thomas, who appeared at his side the instant it happened.

Everyone quieted immediately, eyes falling to Jason Todd. The helmet was off, but a red domino still covered his eyes.

“Everyone shut up or else it will be too late for anyone to help anybody,” the young man snapped, “Let Penny-One do what he does on a regular basis. I promise, he knows what he is doing, and has seen his fair share of bad injuries between the eerily large brood he cares for. Even if he did need help, it would not be from any of you. Like Batman said, none of you are the right shape to help – either from exhaustion or injuries or both, each one of you looks like shit. So sit your asses down, let the professional do his job, and take a breather.”

No one said a word. No one moved.

“Thank you, Red Hood,” Pennyworth said. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a patient to care for.” He ducked behind a curtain he and Father were guarding. Damian wasn’t able to get a glimpse of the person behind it.

In the back of his mind, he knew who it was. It didn’t dissuade his worry.

Father stared down the teenagers.

The girl with short black hair and gothic clothes glared harshly back at him. Angry, she spun around with a scoff and stomped over to a chair, a palm on her forehead the entire way.

“Sam,” the black boy called after her and followed. They quietly began talking to each other.

The girl in the red and black suit and the redhead boy glanced at each other. The former shrugged helplessly, and the latter frowned in response, looking away.

Damian finally looked – truly looked – at Athanasia. Todd was right: she looked like shit; they all did. But his big sister had the most blood on her, and a green substance on her hands and right side that had a too close resemblance to Lazarus Pit water. She had numerous injuries that were bandaged hastily, but not enough for all of the blood to be hers. It looked as if she tried to scratch some of it off on the few areas of exposed skin, only for it to not work. Her black hair was in a ponytail that had once been neat; now, curly strands were loose and framing her face, and the ponytail itself was unkempt.

The others didn’t look that much better. Except for the redhead. He just looked stressed and exhausted and worried.

Damian shifted a foot forward, then back to its original spot.

He didn’t know what to do. Say her name? Simply walk up? Run back upstairs? He didn’t want to make a scene, but he also wanted to go up to his sister.

He spotted Ace laying down near the bat-computer. Silently, decision abruptly made, he moved in that direction.

Thomas cleared his throat. “Um… B?”

Damian stopped, freezing behind Todd. He looked over to Thomas and glared. The older teen didn’t acknowledge him other than a split second glance.

“D– Signal? What are you doing down here?”

Todd shifted. Damian moved with him. He turned his head slowly and sent Damian a suspicious side eye.

“Oh, uh… Red Robin contacted us – said you were coming back here. I just want to make sure you don’t need any help,” said Thomas.

Todd reached behind him with the hand that wasn’t holding his helmet, and aimed for Damian. He pinched Todd’s wrist when it got close enough, making him hiss in pain.

“We might– Hood?”

Todd shook his hand. “Sorry. Bug bit me.”

Father continued speaking with Thomas, who walked further into the Cave.

“Brat,” Todd hissed under his breath.

Damian didn’t deign him a response. Once it was clear everyone else was distracted, he continued his way to the bat-computer in the shadows. When he got there, he crawled underneath the desk. Ace moved to lay his head in Damian’s lap.

His hiding spot didn’t stay hidden for long, though.

Someone silently walked over. Then, they crouched down and slotted their body next to his under the desk.

“Did Todd tell you where I am?” he asked. It came out more petulant than he intended.

“No. I saw you when you first came down.”

“Tt.” Damian muttered, “…You smell vile.”

Athanasia hummed. “And you are still short.”

There was a shakiness to her voice he didn’t like. It kept him from automatically responding with another insult.

He turned his head to look at her again.

Her eyes were staring at nothing in particular. Her breathing was a bit too fast for comfort, sort of choppy too. Tension lined her entire body.

“Stretch out your legs,” he said quietly.

She eyed him in question. He motioned for her to hurry up. Hesitant, she eventually did it. Then, he wasted no time in ordering Ace to lay on her legs.

Athanasia sucked in sharply. Her hands lifted to her chest. “Dames–”

“You won’t hurt him,” he interrupted. “He won’t hurt you.”

He was aware of why she was so hesitant – almost afraid, even. She tried to hide it from him, but League trainers had forced her to slaughter animals. Those same trainers did that to him a couple times, too, after she left. Apparently it was to make them stronger and better assassins. Less prone to weaknesses.

He wondered if Dányál had to go through that. If Mother knew.

Damian didn’t think she did, but…

Athanasia kept her hands to her chest.

“So, you found him?” Damian asked. He kept his voice low, and scooted closer to her.

She nodded. “Yes. He is… He will be okay,” she said, keeping her voice low like he did. “I apologize for taking so long.”

Damian didn’t know how to respond to that. It made a flicker of anger from in his chest. She was sorry for being gone for so long, but not for leaving?

“…He isn’t a clone?” was his next question.

“No.” Her arm lifted, and for once he let her pull him into her side in a hug. He wasn’t big on touch, and Athanasia wasn’t either, but she was definitely more tactile than he was in some ways. From what he remembered, she and Dányál had hugged a lot.

“Are you positive?” His mind flashed to Heretic. He held back a wince, twisting until his back was into her side and her arm wrapped around his chest. He had to bend his knees so he could fit all the way under the desk.

“Yes.”

“You made sure of it?”

Athanasia stayed quiet for a moment. He felt her eyes on the top of his head. “I did,” she said. “Penny-One is aiding our brother. Not a clone, or a shapeshifter, or anyone else. Dányál.” She paused. “I intended on going to the manor instead. Then, I saw our father, and demanded he take us here.”

“Why the manor?”

“I did not know where the cave was.”

Damian stared at his knees.

There was no way.

Did he hear that right? It was jarring. He grew up thinking his big sister knew everything.

How did she not know this?

“Athanasia,” he whispered.

“What?”

“The Batcave is below the manor,” he told her in Arabic.

For seven seconds (yes, he counted) Athanasia didn’t say anything. Then, “It is what?!” she hissed in a harsh whisper.

Damian felt a laugh coming up, and did his best to keep it quiet. His shoulders still shook. “You didn’t know?”

“No,” she muttered. “Thank you making me feel stupid.”

“My pleasure. I will be sure to do it again.”

She huffed a small, wet laugh. “Brat.” Her arm wrapped around the front of his chest more, and her hand gripped his shoulder. A second later, he felt her place a kiss on the crown of his head.

Damian couldn’t help but grip her arm back. One hand on her forearm, the other on her bicep. He pressed his knees closer to his body.

“I missed you,” he whispered through the lump in his throat.

She sniffled, and whispered back into his hair, “I missed you, too.”

A blanket of silence fell over them. Damian heard Father speaking to the others, his voice overlapping with Thomas’ and one of Athanasia’s acquaintances. Footsteps softly echoed as they all moved about near the medbay. They should probably go over there soon.

Damian didn’t want to. For the first time in four years it was just him and his big sister, hiding under a desk that was reminiscent of them hiding in an alcove back in the League just to spend time together. It hardly felt real. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared this was just some sort of dream.

“Can we stay here for a little bit longer?”

Her arm tightened around him again. “Absolutely.”

+++

It took a good while for someone to come look for them, which surprised Damian, but he was relieved and thankful no one came sooner. He wasn’t about to complain about the silent one-on-one time squished underneath the desk, uncomfortable as it was.

It also gave them time to stop any tears they let loose.

He eventually moved out from under her arm, and sat beside her. It took a bit of time. Damian wanted to say it was because he was done with the physical touch, that he let go. The truth of the matter was that he had to force himself to, to mentally talk himself into doing it. It was irrational, but he was scared that the moment he let go she would leave him again.

That didn’t happen. She didn’t get up and leave, or disappear, or anything of the sort. She stayed right beside him.

As he scratched Ace behind the ears, Athanasia merely watched. She kept her hands away from the dog. When he moved to lay down across both of their laps, she stiffened until he stilled, arms crossed over her stomach.

That was how they were found.

The large boots and bottom of a black cape were unmistakable.

Father crouched down, the half of his face that wasn’t covered by the cowl betraying nothing. It made Damian want to squirm. Was he mad? That he kept Athanasia and Dányál a secret?

“You two weren’t easy to find,” he said. He sounded more like Bruce Wayne than Batman. It was comforting, in a way. “Your friends got worried when they didn’t see you around.”

“Acquaintances,” she corrected. “And I am fine, I have no idea why they would worry.”

Damian gave her an incredulous look. “You’re covered in blood.”

“A lot of it does not belong to me.”

“Mostly yours or not, your injuries still need to be taken care of,” Father said. “The Wes kid said you weren’t able to clean them properly.”

Athanasia’s face did something quick and complicated that Damian couldn’t decipher. Her mouth settled into an annoyed frown before he could really question it. “Of course he did,” she muttered.

“And you, chum, need to get off the ground and prop your ankle up,” Father said. The man, with gentle hands, inspected the aforementioned ankle. “With ice. The swelling is worse again. Did you run on it?”

He didn’t want to lie. He didn’t want to admit he ran, either.

“…Maybe.”

“Hn.” Father stood. The joints of his knees popping and a quiet groan didn’t go unnoticed. “Come on out. Let’s get you both some medical attention. Ace, get up, boy. Up.”

The German Shepherd did as told.

“I didn’t do anything to it,” Damian grumbled as he scooted out and pulled himself to his feet with the help of Father’s hand. Putting weight on his ankle definitely hurt worse than it had before, though…

“It won’t hurt to check.”

Athanasia came out from under the desk next. As she stood, also with the help of Father, he noticed she seemed to be in more pain than when he first entered the cave. That made sense; the adrenaline had to have worn off by now, allowing the pain finally register.

Once she was steady on her feet, she stepped a little away from Father. “Thank you,” she said. “For bringing us here.”

“Of course,” Father said. “If you need to stay here, you can. I will even open up the manor to you and your fr– acquaintances. Whatever aids you the best and keeps you safe from whatever you’re running from.”

She nodded once. Her eyes, glassy with tears, blinked rapidly, and she turned to head to the empty medical cots.

Damian watched her, exhausted and hurting, then looked to the curtain hiding away Pennyworth and Dányál.

He tore his eyes away and hurried to follow.

[donotadoptme]

Maybe it’s one of my issues and I’m not being real at all, but like, I can imagine all the 4*town members with a little sister. Explanations under the cut💋

Like, Robaire with a lil sis who’s around 15(in these scenarios I always make Tae 17 so they can have huge crushes on each other🤞) and she’s like completely ruined and broken☹️aaand a huge rebel. Like my girl tried to cut herself up n has piercings and when Robaire finds out bout this(he wasn’t home most of the time bc of the band) he goes home/girlie moves to him(or the boys if u imagine them living together) and he tries to fix her up. Slowly they rebuild their relationship and girlie cries a lot to him, Rob finds out about all her scars and stories. She actually gets along with T., Jesse aaaand Tae(they kissed when she did his makeup once and since that they’ve been GOING AT IT, LIKE TAE’S SUCH A FOOL 4 HER BUT THEY’RE SCARED TO MAKE IT OFFICIAL TOWARDS THE OTHERS?!). And Z. ofc, but they’re not much, get along but don’t talk much. Robaire succeeded, she got fixed up!

Jesse w a lil sis around 16, and she completely doesn’t pay attention to herself. Like, almost dies twice a day and almost got arrested multiple times. He can’t be with her much bc band plus his kids, but she’s not sad about it at all, she gets it. Then, on one Christmas family dinner(if u go w him being an orphan, which I do too, you can imagine girlie living w his big sis(im sure they have one) and that’s mostly the dinner, maybe his kids too but depends) she tells Jesse that let’s go outside. They go, and he actually has the night of his life. He didn’t understand at first why is his lil sis so reckless, but he gets it now. She feels free, and he did too. He’s still worried bout her tho, so he scolds her every time he hears about shit she did, but he talks with her a lot more now🫶

Aaron T. w a lil sis around 13-14, who has two boy besties and they’re living THE life. She has a good style, good friends, skilled in everything, a natural leader, everything she could need. Except a normal story. My girlie is fun to be around, but she has seen shit. Seen it all, and the reason she doesn’t like to be alone or in silence is because she thinks those times. So, she lives off on adrenaline and actually starts getting herself into trouble. As this era of her begins, she slowly starts talking less with T. too, who comes home once because they had a concert nearby to their home and when he’s dining with the parents, girlie comes home.. all bruised and bloody? That’s when he completely freaks out and wants to help, even after she shrugged him off. Slowly but surely though, she gets to open up and they build it all up.

Or with a lil sis around 2, being the most adorable fucking thing on earth and the absolute fan favorite! Jesse even claimed that he loves her more than he loves T., once.(which was obviously not true:3) She’s like the happiest, bubbliest little girl who only feels actually alive when T. holds her. T.’s soft to begin with, but his little sis is an absolute melt, he’d do anything for the kid.

Aaron Z. with the most loveable 4 year old little sis who I have already written about. But if not 4 year old, let’s make it 14. She’s.. something. He avoids their home because of his parents, and completely blames himself for not going back to be there for her, but he just simply can’t. So when their parents called him again and he finally picks up, they told him about the sudden piercing she did and how disappointed they are in her. It all clicked for him, she couldn’t keep it up as much as he did. Their parents never changed, and Z. knows they won’t, so that was his sign to take her for the summer. She didn’t care, she doesn’t care about anything at all. It started off bumpy and she gets along better with the other members than she does with him, but it all eventually leads to a deep conversation what ended in both of them breaking down n getting vulnerable for each other. That kind of cleared it up, and they’re developing.

Tae with a 13-14-15 year old sister, who never stopped talking to him. She didn’t want to stop, he didn’t want to stop, so they never stopped. They talk at least five times a week and text daily, talking pure shit. She has problems in life and as much as he can, Tae helps her with it, even though when it’s thru a phone. He taught her how to do her eyeliner, paint nails on the first try, bake muffins, he’s truly amazing. He was there when she cried about a guy, and he was there when she has a new crush on every second day, which she does. Tae only rolls eyes at this, but he’s actually really excited to get to know more about the new crushes. He’s excited to talk to her, and really happy that he has a sister.

[on-wine-dark-seas]

For the fic writer asks, please 🥹🙏🏻

🫓🥘🍲 🍱 🍛 🍜 🍠 🍢🍣 🍥🍙 🥮 🍡 🍘 🍚

🫓 What is your most popular fic?

My most popular fic is my Dragon Age: Inquisition fic, Maledictus. Still. LOL

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under?

Almost always romance/angst or hurt/comfort. And definitely smutty.

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

I wanna say I was writing fanfic before I knew what fanfic was when I was in third grade? Sailor Moon had just premiered in the US and I was enraptured. I'd seen anime before, of course, but never like this. Ultimate princess fantasy. But I wasn't satisfied with the adventures I was seeing. I wanted to know more, I wanted the characters to do something different. Most of all, I wanted to feel like I was part of the adventure. So I made my first OC, a girl named Jade. She still exists in some form and I may revamp her and give her a spot in my JJK 'verse. :3

🍱 Do you read your own fics?

I used to not do that because I'd always frown and find myself wanting to go back and rewrite a bunch of shit or add more or do something different. I also wasn't always as confident in my writing as I am, now. Now, though? I'll talk my shit. I'm so fucking good at this. I reread a lot of my old work just to see how much I've evolved as a writer. But I reread ALL of my current fics I've published this year. I'm at that stage where my own writing satisfies me. I also acknowledge that my writing style isn't everyone's cup of tea. That's fine too.

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

I don't cry easily, but it's so fucking easy to make me laugh. Everything is amusing to me. I also don't get a lot of comments on my fics so I read each one thoroughly. The ones I do get are gems, tho.

🍜 Do you ever feel pressured to write?

Answered.

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part?

It takes as long as it takes. I don't set time limits or deadlines on myself. I impose chapter restrictions and I make a detailed outline. However long it takes to translate my outline into something worthy of being called a first draft depends on the story I'm telling. I have deleted entire chapters to start from scratch because the words I spit up were so unsatisfactory. So there's no way to know how long it'll take.

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

My comments on AO3 are moderated for a reason, and my Dragon Age fics are locked to registered users only for a reason. I took a near ten-year hiatus from fandoms for a reason.

That's all I'll say about that for now.

🍣 What helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

Answered.

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

Out of every fanfic I currently have published, it will always be Maledictus. I put my heart and soul into that fic and till this day people still comment on it and talk about how good it made them feel, how inspired it made them feel. That means a lot to me since the fic was pulled from a place deeply personal to me.

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

Nothing too concrete, but I do want to get the next chapters of Highball out soon, and The Godslayer Project should be ready to go after the holidays are over. I'm hoping a change of scenery will stimulate my brain.

🍡 Which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write?

Answered.

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?

Yeah, any of the Dragon Age fics that are not marked as complete are considered abandoned. Mostly because I simply don't have any interest in writing in that fandom anymore.

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention?

LOL...literally all of them? I don't pay attention to my stats on AO3 because I barely have any stats to track...like at all. It would be nice if people left thoughtful comments or reblogged and shared my work in their own little communities...some sign that all these hits, and kudos, and likes, and secret bookmarks are amounting to some measure of impact. But I've long since learned to not let myself get caught up or hung up on the numbers and algorithm game. The deck is already stacked against me: I'm Black, my OCs are obviously and visibly darkskinned Black women and shipped with fandom's male faves, etc.

If I get hung up on the numbers, which already don't favor me from the start, that's only going to discourage me and make me miserable. And then I won't write at all, and I am finally having fun and enjoying some measure of peace in my little sandbox.

🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?

Horror. I'm bad at building tension and translating the truly horrifying shit in my head into words on the page that will convey that horror to my readers. I can describe blood and gore all day long but to truly frighten my readers? I need to tap in with that.