#this ain't even a selfie but oh well

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them

Lucifer

*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*

If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.

But only if he doesn't need it.

Mammon

"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."

Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.

You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.

Leviathan

"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)

He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!

Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?

After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*

AAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Satan

"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"

Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.

Asmodeus

"Aww, aren't you adorable?"

This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.

Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.

Beelzebub

"Oh."

He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.

But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.

Belphegor

"...zzzz..."

Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...

Diavolo

"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."

It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.

He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.

Barbatos

"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."

He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.

Sleep well, human.

Solomon

"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"

Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.

Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.

Simeon

"Oh- shh. There, there."

Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.

Luke

"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"

How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.

[mytheoristavenue]

How MHA Guys React to Fangirls

Summary: Dating a pro hero can be a challenge, especially one so handsome, with so many rabid fans.

Warnings: jealousy, fluff, gn!reader, very little angst

Katsuki Bakugo:

Bakugo has never been into having fans as he is just being all together admired. Not one for social interactions, he tends to clam up and become defensive when asked for an autograph, so when he's approached by a fangirl, he wants nothing to do with them. Especially if he's out with you, off duty. If one does happen to approach, and ignoring them doesn't do the trick, he'll make sure he's not their favorite hero anymore by the end of it.

"Do I look like I'm on duty to you? Can't you see I'm out with my partner or are you fucking blind? Piss off, I ain't signin' any damn autographs."

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku totally understands how it feels to be a hopelessly obsessed fan, so he cuts his fans a lot of slack- sometimes too much. Though he rerfused to admit it at first, he has a lot of fangirls. and he's never the type to hurt someone's feelings on purpose, so he almost always stops for free autographs and photo ops. It can be sometimes frustrating how much of a people pleaser he can be, but rest assured, if he feels like you are getting too uncomfortable, or a fan is becoming too bold, he politely and swiftly ends the interaction.

"Hey, thanks for the support! I'd love to stay and chat, but it's actually my day off, so me and and my partner here are gonna move along. Hope to see you at the next event I attend, though!"

Tenya Iida:

Iida does truly enjoy interactions with his fanbase, but he considers that part of the job, and he's very strick about working off the clock. Because of this, he declines nearly every interaction if he's off duty. He absolutely has no tollerance for being flirted with, either, especially in front of you.

"I appreiciate your enthusiasm, but I and currently off duty and will not be indulging in fan interaction at this time! Please feel free to catch me anytime you see me in uniform! Good day!"

Shoto Todoroki:

Shoto doesn't beleive he has fans, genuinely. He can't quite wrap his head around having a fanbase, or being a fan of a celebrity in the first place, due to how he grew up. It tends to bewilder him when strangers approach him on the street wanting autographs, even more so when they try and put the moves on him. It just goes in one ear and out the other.

"You want an autograph? Why? Well, okay, I guess, but then we should get going. My partner and I are busy."

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima tends to have a very healthy balance of pleasing fans and knowing when to say no. He loves giving out autographs, taking selfies, and giving hugs to all his fans. He especially loves interactions with child fans because it reminds him of how he idolized Crimson Riot, and he hopes to inspire someone like that too. He is, however, very aware when he's being flirted with or sexualized, and has no issue with promptly, albeit politely shutting it down.

"Alright, ladies, I understand someone as manly as me attracts a lot of attention, but my partner here is the only one I've got eyes for, and I ask that you please respect that."

Denki Kaminari:

Unfortunaely for you, Denki loves attention from fans, especially from his fangirls. He never turns down a signing or photo op, posing with girls however they want, even if it means something suggestive. To his credit, he will stop if you ask him to, but you still have to ask.

"Oh, what's that? Okay. Sorry ladies, we gotta run, but catch me at the next meet and greet!"

Hanta Sero:

Like Kirishima, Sero seems to have a pretty healthy mix of reactions. He loves his fans to death and would do most anything for them, especially kids. He lets his fangirls sexualize him to a small extent, knowing they probably don't totally realize he's a real person, but if they come to commenting on his body, or touching more than his shoulder, upper back, or elbows, he puts a stop to it.

"Now, that's enough, ladies. I appreiciate the admiration but even us celebrities have to set boundaries. It was nice meeting you, but it's actually my day off so me and my partner are gonna get, have a nice day!"

Minoru Mineta:

Like Denki, Mineta unfortunately lets his fangirls do whatever they want to him, short of carry him off. He actually does sometimes feel guilty for hurting your felings, however. He just doesn't realize how his flirting can affect you at times. He hopes you know that, even if he does flirt back, it's you who he truly loves!

"Awe, babe, I'm sorry! They don't even matter to me, I swear! It's you that I love, not some silly fangirl!"

Tokoyami Fumikage:

Tokoyami for the life of him does not know how to interact with his fans. He gets overwhelmed by crowds, but can usually handle interactions if they come one or two at a time. He typically caters to most requests, unless they happen to be personal questions, or something embarrassing. He doesn't like the idea of some fans being attracted to him, as he's only attracted to you, and he feels guilty beign someone's unrequited love. Due to this, he doesn't entertain any kind of flirting from any of his fans, no matter what gender.

"Sorry, I'm not comfrotable signing that for you, can you pick something else? My partner here is my only love, so it wouldn't be right of me to sign your photo with anything romantic."

Mezo Shoji:

It took a lot of convincing to get Shoji to understand that he had fans, let alone ones that were attracted to him. he's just not used to people other than you thinking of him that way, with his mutations and all. You actually had to show him all of the fan works of him online to get him to believe you. That being said, Shoji loves his fans, but he tends to get overwhelmed by the sheer number of them, and the fact that the can forget he's a person, not a character. In the past, he's had issues with fangirls stroking his muscles during photo ops, squeezing his pecks, and one even tried to yank his mask down. Luckily since then, he has learned how to manage fan interactions much better.

"Hey, don't do that. I'm a person, just like you, please treat me how you'd want to be treated. And don't disrespect my partner by tyring something inappropriate right in front of them."

Mashiroa Ojiro:

Like Shoji, Ojiro had a hard time accepting he had fans, but took much less convincing on your part. What he really struggled with was coming to terms with some of his fans liking him romantically. He doesn't typically turn away fan interactions, even on his days off, but he does cut them shorter that he would if he were working. If someone tries anything inappropriate, he ends the interaction right there.

"Sorry, I don't appreciate what you just did. Besides, it's my day off and I'd like to spend it with my partner here. I forgive you though, and hope to see you again at a meet and greet in the future!"

Tamaki Amajiki:

Tamaki appreciates the thought of having fans, and when standing intront of a cheering crowd, he can soemtiems handle it, but he really hates fan interactions. He never knows how to handle them, and many end up with him just nervously standing by while a stranger takes pictures with him, many times without his permission. Many times, you have to step up from him and ask the person politely to move along, which he always appreiciates.

"T-Thanks, babe... They were making me really uncomfortable but I didn't wanna hurt their feelings..."

[chaoticwriting]

Danny X Cass Part 4

They arrive at the pantry in just a moment. Danny, Cass and the rest of the batfam go to take their seat while Clark and Diana go to make some teas and snacks. Danny and Cass sit beside each other with the other side of Cass being Spoiler. Opposite of Danny is Bruce while beside him are Nightwing and Robin. Red Robin takes a chair and sits right behind Batman while still taping on his wrist computer.

Batman, Nightwing and Robin keep staring at Danny while Clark and Diana prepare the snacks and teas but Danny doesn't look nervous at all. As much as Danny wants to take all of them seriously, he really can't when he knows what he knows.

A moment later Clark and Diana come with 2 trays of snacks and teas and put them on the table. They take a chair each and sit near the end of the table. Clark and Diana can feel the intense glares from 3 bats. Both of them glance at the target in question and they can see that the guy takes the glare with stride. It's like the person that is being glared at is someone else.

Suddenly, a loud ding sounded in the room. Danny takes out his phone and a grin spreads on his face. Danny shows the screen to Cass and she also releases a few giggles. Feeling the glares becoming more intense, Danny puts his phone on the table and lets everyone see what he is seeing.

On his phone is a selfie of Dan holding a bloodied Darkseid in one hand with a caption "Can't even give out a decent fight. Even Boxy is a better sparring partner than him." Another message entered Danny's phone and there is a selfie of Elle with Danny's clone bitch slapping Trigon in the background. "This place is so cool. You gotta bring me here to play more." Danny shows the rest of the heroes that the deed is done and they finally relax. Clark stands up from his table and goes back to the other room to inform the other heroes that the threat had already been taken care of.

Danny then puts back his phone and continues drinking his tea. Heh. They might think that they are being scary but they don't even know even now Danny is still flirting with Cass. That's one of the benefits of being able to read the opponent's body language and ghost speak. To others holding hands is just holding hands but to them, holding hands can be used to convey all of your emotions.

They stay like that for a while longer until Clark returns from the other room. Seeing Clark fully seated, Bruce finally speaks.

"Who are you really?" Bruce asks with the most intimidating voice he can use.

"Didn't I say? I'm Danny Phantom. High King of Infinite Realm etc etc. I have a lot of titles but the high King one is the only important one." Danny says carelessly.

"How old are you?" Bruce asks.

"20"

"Impossible." Red Robin suddenly interjects.

"Why is it impossible?" Danny looks curiously at him. He genuinely doesn't know why it is impossible.

"There are records of you all across time all the way back to the ancient human. There are even traces of you in multiple pantheons." Red Robin says.

"Oh, you mean that. Duh, it's easy. I time travel. It's quite easy to time travel when your pops is the master of time." Danny says.

"But didn't you say Clockwork hates when someone messes with time?" Superman asks.

"If there is a time traveler that messes with the timeline, who do you think will deal with the guy? It certainly ain't that old man. He sends me to deal with the time traveler/magician who are trying to change the timeline." Danny says.

"Is Clockwork your father then?" Diana asks.

"Adopted parents. He is my parents/mentor for anything ghost related. Well actually for most things related except personal human problems." Danny says.

"How long have you known Black Bat?" Nightwing asks. Finally the real question.

"Wait, I think 10 years now. You are 21 right Cass? I remember when I first met her she was being chased down by this weird ninja. After I shot a few of them down with my Fenton Taser, Cass handled the rest of them. She then passed out from exhaustion and I brought her to my secret hideout (A cave Danny found just then). After a few days, Cass fully recovered and since then, she and I have been meeting every few months whenever she comes around."

"Also, I know all of your real identity. The phrase 'Dead man tells no tales' is a complete bs by the way. The ghosts really like gossiping. Like that one time I heard a ghost say that he sees Bruce fall into the dumpster because his grappling hook is jammed. Or that one time Dick got catcalled by an old lady."

The bats (except Cass)froze when they hear that Danny knows their secret identity. Bruce sighs and takes off his cowl followed by the rest of the family.

"Do you also know my identity, Danny?" Clark asks.

"Yes, I know you Kal-el. Your parents are very proud of what you have become."

"You met Ma and Pa?"

"Your biological parents."

"You- you've met my parents?" Clark's voice shakes. Danny nods while smiling warmly.

"If you want, I can set up a meeting with your parents. Not for long of course. It's not good for a mortal to be inside the realm for too long. And that invitation extends to all of you."

Most of them stilled at that invitation.

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 14

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: fourteen

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you guys back me up here

lotte y/n absolutely not

neev oooh what's gotten lotte acting like this

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so i made this insane connection yeah lotte is literally a female tom holland but miss wubben-moy here is denying it

the REAL karate kid huh?

mccard hold on you might be onto something here

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

LOOOK it's not the best photo to compare from but tell me i ain't the only who sees it

stairway OMG

brightness oh yeah i'm seeing it

stephy YESSS it's the side profile

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ exactly!!

meado that is insane

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ seeee lotte! i meant it as a compliment when i said you look like tom holland's twin

elton changed lotte's name to tom holland's twin

tom holland's twin

neev

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ 😔😔

tom holland's twin niamh do i need to remind you of this afternoon at the beach? because i will

hempo oooh i wanna know what happeneddd

daly

stairway WAIT YOU GUYS WENT TO THE BEACH?! AND DIDN'T INVITE ME

the REAL karate kid that is so sad we must've completely forgotten about you

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG YESS I HAVE AMAZING PHOTOS TO SHARE

neev Y/N NO

tom holland's twin Y/N YES

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

this one and jessie were STRUGGLING for an hour trying to place their mats 😭😭 it was so funny

flaming hot STOPPP DONT REMIND ME

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

and miss fleming here even gave me the bird guys she's not as innocent as she looks

flaming hot oh shut up y/n

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you're just sour that the wind loved me

flaming hot yeah i really am

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

i'm justfdghjkem ehyu tyuiolkjehsyuikmdrnh

willybum um y/n you good?

elton are you having a stroke rn?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ sorry y/n's a bit busy rn

neev WHERE'S Y/N MY BAE AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ if you want to see her alive again i'm gonna need y'all to venmo me 10k each

stairway 10k?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ is that too much for you?

stairway oh no no it was just surprising how you didn't go for one 1 million like everyone usually does

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh well i guess if you want it that way then 1 million each from y'all

willybum STANWAY WTH

neev had to open that big mouth of yours

ona we'll save y/n just what is this venmo and how do i venmo you money?

elton i mean do we have to ..... she'll be fineee

neev you know what how about 1 m for y/n toone will pay for it on behalf of us all

elton HUH excuse you i ain't venmoing anyone a million dollars i'm positive i don't even have a hundred dollars in my bank account

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ wow glad to know how much i'm worth 😔

ona y/n! you're okay! do i still have to venmo for your safety?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh no no don't worry about it ona you're too sweet for this world 🥺 kyra and charli were being jerks and snatched my phone and ran away

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ added kyra and cha cha

kyra aw man you ruined the fun 😔 i could've earned some money

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahhh ona's too precious to be scammed by you but i mean ella on the other hand ....

elton OI

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG HOW MANY SELFIES DID YOU TWO TAKE ON MY PHONE?!

cha cha just enough 😁

stephy i was dreading when the three of you would meet up as if we don't already have enough chaos in this groupchat

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ stephyyy why would you think that 😔

cha cha honestly

kyra

the REAL karate kid 😭😭

willybum HELP

cha cha HAHA I LOVE THIS PLS

stephy

kyra WOAH WOAH WOAH

stephy

kyra

cha cha HELP YOU BEAT KYRA WITH MEMES I CANT BELIEVE THIS

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ HAHAHA STEPH YOU ICONIC LEGEND I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE

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i don't even know what the hell this is anymore 😭😭 but i hope you enjoyed this nonsense

part fifteen here

[casual-praxis]

Rivers in the Desert [Rainbow Ranch AU]

Summary: Panicking is not an option, but man--Shadow kinda wishes it was. With only a vague location, a distress signal, and the dawning realization that time is waning; what do you even do when the resident desert expert goes missing in said desert?

Warnings: Swearing (thanks Blue), blood and injury (though not to a graphic extent), and depictions of what may be a panic attack. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 4,301

--Start--

Today is the day, he's sure of it. Chat may be doubting him, but he's never felt more confident as he dances around the edges of the corrals, swinging his phone around precariously on a makeshift selfie stick.

The sound of mini-small-scale nukes, out-of-tune music boxes, and unbridled cheer is quick to bombard his microphone, but a quick adjustment of his audio puts an end to the horrid peaking issues. Or at least, he thinks it does. He really can't tell.

Oh well. It's probably fine.

"Alright y'all, listen up!" Shadow grins into the camera, holding it steady as his eyes subtly dart over his other equipment. "Today we're goin' hikin' through the Moss Blanket. There's a Gordo there who owes me money and it's had it too good for too long. So I'm gonna go poke it with a stick and see what it do."

Behind him, a pair of Red's Boom Rad Slimes leap with delight over his theatrics, despite not knowing what 'owing money' meant. He quickly covers his ear closest to the corral as the slimes, true to their nature, promptly explode.

Chat reacts accordingly, and he watches the small monitor on his wrist flood ten times over with multicolored words of all varieties. Some were encouraging, some near deaf, and some were thirsting over Blue, but that was neither here nor there. Par for the course, honestly.

He shakes it off easily.

That is, until his monitor beeps a cheerful, "da-da-da-daaaa" and promptly spits out a lovingly rude message about his navigation skills in its smug robotic voice.

Jostling the stick around for a new angle, nearly whacking it into the side of a corral post, he glares into the camera while walking backward.

"Hey now, bitch, I will turn this hike right back 'round if you don't ditch that cringe take," he says flippantly, raising a clawed, glove-bound finger to his viewers. "For serious--I know where you live."

More messages flood in, most of which are buried under waves of emote spamming and text-to-speech chatter, all the while Shadow slowly zooms the camera in on his face. Just to annoy them. No cute slime content for the traitors.

They had to earn that privilege back.

Preferably through donations, and lots of begging.

Maybe he'd even film the ground the whole way just to really drive the point home...

Either way, things were already off to a well-rehearsed start. A few more minutes of banter and they'd be on their way. This was expected. This was normal.

So you can probably forgive him for not immediately noticing when his communicator went off. The vibrating is faint, barely noticeable among the jittery movement he was already prone to. It took him a moment of nearly walking into roaming hen-hens and tripping on stray plorts before it finally registered.

He holds up a hand to the camera as if to say 'just a moment,' before digging around in his hoodie pocket for said source of intrigue. Out comes a phone-sized device most of his chat had never seen before, bright in color and pinging a soft chime.

"Huh. Well, that ain't good," Shadow mumbles, more so to himself than anyone else. His gaze flickers back up, almost nervously, and he laughs a half-hearted excuse. "Sorry y'all, we're gonna have to rain check this."

His chat isn't able to sway him for any further details as he speeds through his usual farewell spiel, hurrying through the motions of shutting down his broadcast and rushing back to the house. His normally relaxed and bouncy gait is swapped out right alongside his stream gear, left at the front door as he leaps down the steps back into the ranch. He can worry about it later.

Green is right where Shadow had last seen him, still standing off to the left side of the ranch, staring at their coop with mild exasperation and a defeated slump to his posture. His ear twitches at Shadow's approach, head tilting ever so slightly in his direction.

"Change of plans?" Green asks.

Shadow skids to a stop, kicking up dirt as he slides, prompting Green to sidestep to avoid it. That gets his full attention. Observant emerald irises pin him immediately, radiating concern (along with trace amounts of actual radiation, but that wasn't important).

"Problem?" Green not so subtly gives him a cursory once over, frowning when it didn't reveal the issue right away. Shadow would have made a joke about it, but now really wasn't the time.

Lifting his communicator up, he waves it obnoxiously--as if Green needed any prompting. "Distress ping from Vio."

Green's posture changes at that.

"Any details?" He asks, keeping his jaw set; standing a little straighter.

"Nah." Shadow turns the communicator back to himself, staring at it almost forlornly. "Just the ping."

Green's hand finds Shadow's shoulder, startling him from his worries before they could spiral. His eyes reflect back the same concern, but a small, reassuring smile is beginning to work its way onto Green's face, and he squeezes lightly.

"No worries, Vio knows how to handle himself." Green's eyes flicker off to one side briefly, and he raises his unoccupied hand to make the nearly universal 'come here' gesture, before returning his attention to Shadow. "We know his location, and our Firefly should be somewhere around the Ancient Ruins right about now. I'll shoot him a message and get him moving in that direction, kay?"

Shadow can only nod as another arm winds around his shoulders from behind, pulling him back against a much firmer chest. Green huffs out a laugh as Blue rests his chin against the top of Shadow's head, paying no mind to Shadow's near squawk of outrage and futile struggle.

"Sup?" Blue raises an eyebrow, tightening his grip on Shadow even as he begins trying to gnaw his arm. He covers Shadow's mouth with his free hand and a hissed, "fuckin' stop that."

Green lifts a finger as he pulls out his communicator, leaving Blue in the dark a little longer. The sound of flurried typing echoes over the bawks of the hen-hens, and Blue sticks his own fingers into Shadow's mouth in response to having his hand licked.

"We have--don't gag him--a situation," Green finally illuminates, clipping the device back to his belt.

"Good situation, bad situation? Blue asks, finally relinquishing Shadow's freedom to wipe the spit off his fingers.

Green's expression does something complicated. "A not good one."

"VeVe S.O.S'd," Shadow coughs.

"Seriously?"

"Red's en route, I'm going to meet him at our Desert teleporter. We should be able to find Vio within the hour, assuming he stayed within his intended radius." Green nods to himself, starting off towards the lab.

"And if he didn't?" Blue calls after. Shadow looks at him sharply.

Green pauses in his stride, inclining his head up in thought, before continuing at a slower pace. "In that case, it may take a little longer."

"Even with Red's help?" Shadow questions.

"He doesn't know the Desert like V does," Blue points out, moving to follow Green. "He told me he's been there like, maybe three times total. And one of those times he just sucked faces with V instead of exploring."

Shadow titters, jogging to catch up. The other's longer legs made for an unfair advantage, but the hurried march made sense. Blue glances between the pile of tech in front of the house and Shadow as they go by, but keeps his mouth shut and allows it to pass without comment.

By the time they make it to Vio's lab, Shadow's nerves are starting to fray once more. The yellow teleporter ("It's butterscotch!" Red would insist), loomed just outside the open doors to the building, allowing the fluorescent lighting to spill out onto the dry ground. It looks oddly empty, without their resident scientist mulling around inside.

Something about that thought made Shadow's insides twist.

"Are you guys coming too?" Green asks, a bit redundantly, given he already knew the answer. Shadow nods without hesitation, stepping up alongside him to face the teleporter.

"I need to grab something first." Blue doesn't wait for any responses. Ducking into the lab, shuffling boxes and metal dragging on metal faintly fills the otherwise still air.

Once he reemerges, Shadow briefly catches sight of something small being slipped into Blue's belt pouch, but he's quickly distracted again by Green stepping onto the teleporter. In a flash of brilliant gold, Green disappears, and Shadow isn't slow to follow.

The sun immediately begins to glare down on him from the other side, and he yelps, ducking behind Green in a fruitless attempt at shelter. Green chuckles despite the situation, and wordlessly readjusts to properly shield Shadow from the worst of the rays.

Blue appears shortly thereafter, raising one hand to block the light from his vision as he looks out across the shifting sand. He gives it a good once over, before dropping his hand and turning to Green. "The fuck are we?"

"North of the Warp Station, silly!" The three jostle slightly, turning just in time to see Red come bounding across the uneven terrain like it was nothing. His shoes barely even seem to sink in the sand as he draws closer, hopping onto a fallen pillar of some sort before kicking off with his hands outstretched in Green's direction.

To his credit, Green didn't stumble as he caught Red in his arms, spinning them both with the momentum as Red's infectious laughter began to spread. He places Red down--only for him to dart over to Blue, hugging him tightly and nuzzling his shoulder.

Shadow blinks, and Red materializes in front of him next, lacing their fingers together as he leans forward to peck him on the lips. It was chaste, barely enough to even feel, but the warmth behind it was enough to chase away the twisting anxiety that had wedged itself between his ribs, if only for a moment.

He tugs Red back to him as he tries to slip away, pressing their lips more firmly together and smothering Red's laughter between them. It's hardly enough; the warmth much too addicting, but he knows better than to push for any more.

Green's amused ahem backs up that decision.

Shadow pulls away, noting with smug satisfaction that Red tries to follow. And that smug energy only shifts to humor once Blue snags Red around the waist, dragging him into their own barely contained kiss. Making eye contact with Green, Shadow smirks playfully, and Green can only sigh.

"If we're all done making out with Red now," Green starts, clapping his hands to get their attention, "we do kinda have a reason for being out here if you'll recall."

Red pushes at Blue's shoulders, leaning backward in his arms to stare at Green from upside down. "I don't recall, actually. What're we doin' again?

"You didn't fill him in?" Blue intoned, letting go of Red completely and dropping him into the sand. Shadow only felt a little bad snickering at Red's exaggerated 'oof'.

"Hey, I didn't exactly have time to explain in detail," Green defends, though he does concede to Blue's glare, lowering his head slightly. "I figured I could explain as we go. It'll be faster that way."

Red jumps to his feet, brushing the sand from the folds of his pants with a tilt of his head. "If that's the case, then let's go! Where to?"

"West of the center point. Know where that is?"

Red hums, bounding past Green and towards an arch in the landscape's natural mountains. He stops before he gets too far, turning back to stare at them expectantly.

"If we're just heading in a direction, then I can probably lead us," Red explains, "but landmarks are finicky. I don't think anythin' actually has a name out here. Vi said no to all my suggestions."

"Right, well that's better than nothing." Green shares a look between Blue and Shadow, stepping forward and nearly stumbling as his boot takes on sand. "Let's--ah, talk while we walk. We still don't have a full scope of the situation, but we're hoping..."

Shadow stares after them as they begin to drift away, bumping shoulders with Blue as he moves past. It's clear from the proximity that Blue intends to stay close, likely as a preventative measure to keep him from wandering off. And he can appreciate that. After all, the last thing they need right now is two missing people.

He hopes Green has finished explaining by the time they catch up. Shadow's own anxiety about the situation had reached a tolerable simmer thanks to Red's bubbly aura, but he wasn't sure what would happen should that aura pop.

Thankfully, Red was the kind of guy to take everything in stride.

Everything would be fine.

They'd explain things to Red, he'd lead them to Vio, and Vio would be fine. Maybe it was just a misclick. Maybe they'd find him wandering about and he'd have no idea they were even concerned in the first place.

Vio would be fine.

Everything would be fine.

----

Everything was not fine.

Everything was so not fine.

They'd reached the area Vio was meant to be in without issue. Fairly straightforward. They had a vague idea of what to be looking out for, and the landmark was indeed very obvious, and just as Vio had described to Red the night before.

The actual problem was Vio not being there.

Sure, there were signs all around the isolated plateau that Vio had been up to something nearby. But none of it pointed to where he had gone, and to make matters infinitely worse, they had a brand new issue to contend with.

Apparently, the Glass Desert was named that for a very specific reason—one that, according to Red, was fast approaching and signaled by the dramatic uptick in heat.

So, yeah. By this point Shadow could safely say he hasn't been so stressed in literal years.

The plateau and its immediate surroundings were busts. Branching off was their only option, and that's how they found themselves in the stupid situation they are now: racing through unfamiliar territory in a frantic search for their missing link.

A lot of it's a blur.

Blue may have stayed back to check the sea (and Goddesses, he hopes Vio hadn't drowned), while Green had gone...somewhere else. And Red, well.

The speeds at which Red moves are difficult enough to keep up with even on more stable terrain, but with Shadow's shoes constantly sinking and sliding in the loose grains, he has no hope of keeping up.

He can only fall further and further behind as the impending fallout ticks closer and closer.

Firestorms were no joke.

Even the slimes, fearless as they may be in their element, tended to cower at the might of a solar anomaly, hiding away in crumbling ruins and under towering crystalline structures; existing testaments to the sheer intensity of the Desert.

And Vio was out here somewhere.

Lost, despite claiming this as his element.

Shadow couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong. Did he really misclick after all? Had a slime caught him unaware?

...was he safe?

Shadow's foot caught in the sand, sending him tumbling to the rough ground below as if to spite him. Hot tears jostle to the corners of his eyes, barely comparable to the arid heat wafting around him, and he balls his fists into the grains with a frustrated growl.

He pushes himself to his knees, scrubbing at his face with his jacket sleeves. Goddesses, he hates crying. He was going to kill Vio himself for worrying him so bad. The stupid...smart bastard better still be alive for him to follow through on that delirious vow, or so help him...

Climbing to his feet, Shadow made it another few steps forward before a shrill scream tore through his very core like lightning. Distressed, unintelligible; less a coherent word, never mind a name, but Shadow knew it all the same.

It carried on the wind, reverberating in his skull. He was moving before he even had time to fully process it. The high cliff walls around him blurred together as he stumbled through a winding, weathered path, fighting the drag of his own weight through the unforgiving sands.

When the sheer cliff faces began to subside, pulling away to let him breathe, he was met with a sharp drop down into a clearing. His heart was hammering in his chest as he wobbled forward, vertigo kicking in hard as he'd already pieced together what likely lay below.

Red's stuttering sobs bounced off the rocks, piercing through Shadow like jagged glass, tearing at his fragile composure. He staggers, dropping to his knees at the edge of the drop, unable to keep his balance.

He peers forward over the side.

He stops breathing.

There, splattered along the side of the dry rock, popping against the craggy orange stone...dotting Red's hands...as he cradles Vio's still form to himself.

Blood.

So much.

He couldn't breathe.

...was Vio breathing?

Numb, almost unresponsive fingers move to his communicator, unhelpfully mashing down the distress button over and over, and over, and over...

Where were the others? Red was crying, couldn't they hear him? They need help.

They need help. They need help.

Vio needs help.

"S--!"

Help.

"--dow!"

Help.

"Sh-dow!"

Help, someone-!

"Shadow!"

Fingers dig into his shoulder, tearing his gaze away from the scene and hiding his vision away in the crook of someone's neck. His breathing was ragged, choppy. So loud in his own ears. What...

"It's okay." Green's voice. Shaky, wet. "It's okay."

A hand found it's way into his hair, carding through it with unwavering care. Green. Green was here.

"Is-" Shadow's voice shook. "...Vio..."

Green lowers his chin onto Shadow's head, resting it on his hand for a moment. And for once, Shadow can't find it in himself to hate it.

"He's...okay," Green murmurs. "He'll be okay."

...okay.

"We need to go."

He doesn't wait for a reply. Shadow closes his eyes tightly against the harsh, red light of the Desert around them, burying his face further into Green's neck as he's lifted. The world shifts, the sound of a jetpack goes off, and Shadow's just lucid enough to wonder if Green had his vacpack this whole time.

The feeling of burning hot heat lasts for only a few minutes more, before the drone of a teleporter hums loudly in his ear, and his consciousnesss fades.

----

He should be dead right now.

Vio is aware enough to admit that.

Miscalculations are common enough in his particular field of study to be expected. Accidents happen, no matter how experienced you are, so it wasn't too surprising.

He knew the moment his foot missed the ledge and gravity took over that he was dead. The fall was survivable, sure, but all those collisions he had with the cliff-side on the way down? Astronomically less so. He was dead. So, so so dead.

The others were going to find his half-charred, slime-eaten body at the bottom of some random cliff and conclude he was actually a fucking dumbass. Goddesses, he hopes they skip the mourning process and just chuck his body into the sea.

At least then he'd still be attributing to science. He's still morbidly curious after all; do corpses float in the slime sea?

Questions for another time, he supposes. The fact he could even think at all was pointing toward a conclusion much more curious all its own.

He's still alive.

He really shouldn't be, and yet...hm.

His body feels numb. Moving is proving to be difficult, but that's never stopped him before and won't stop him now. Scrunching up his face, he forces his eyelids open with some effort, wincing at the glaringly familiar white ceiling above him. The blurriness slowly recedes as he blinks back to steady consciousness.

More and more of his surroundings come into focus. A soft weight on his left side, shifting gently out of sync with him; another person. Then, a different, more noticeable weight against the right side of his body, blowing light, warm air onto his neck; no doubt, yet another person.

His eyes slip closed again as he allows himself to just breathe.

Breathe.

He really should not be able to do that right now. Or ever again, actually. Not that he's complaining. Though it probably sounds as if he is. Still fairly curious about the slime sea, after all...

But no, he's...hm. Having trouble thinking.

"You done defragging yet, Windows Vista?"

Oh, he knows that voice.

"...luuue..." he slurs, tilting his head towards the source.

There's an irritated clicking noise, before a chair squeaks, and one of Vio's eyes is pried open. He instinctively squints against the feeling, a whole three seconds late.

"Fucking hell...you are concussed, damn it." Blue's blurry face twists into a scowl before he leans away again, momentarily revealing Shadow as the person lying on his right side, and then he's dropped back into darkness.

"Mmm n-n-naah," Vio glitches.

Blue scoffs again. "Mhm, yeah, no. Try again when you can say actual words."

"Sh--hn tr..ee," Vio tries again.

"That one didn't even make sense."

Dull pain blooms behind Vio's eyelids, and he whines low in his throat.

Hurts. It hurts. His muscles are fighting him, he can't lift his arms. He needs...he needs to...hm...?

"...we're gonna need to talk about this."

Pain--

Painpainpain--!

Vio's eyes shoot open, and he gasps, instinctively clenching his jaw as the pressure around his wrist registers. Shortly after, Blue's face comes into view, twisted into a grimace. He has one hand wrapped loosely over the deep purple bruise of skin Vio calls his right wrist, the other keeping him propped up over the side of the bed.

"Fuck," Vio mumbles, forcing his body to relax. It's the first coherent thing he's said in days, and Blue's not exactly happy about that. "Let go."

Blue doesn't have to be told twice.

"You aren't phasing anymore."

"So it would seem." Vio shuts his eyes once more. "Are the others asleep?"

"Have been for a few hours now." Blue leans back, causing the mattress to spring slightly once his weight is off it. "Green's out working through his stress, the idiot. These two just don't wanna leave you be."

Ah, so the other person is Red. That makes sense.

"Sorry," Vio says automatically, "I didn't mean to worry everyone."

Blue emanates the aura of someone rolling their eyes, and it's a little impressive he's able to communicate that so well to someone with their own eyes closed.

"Shut the fuck up. You have a lot more to apologize for than just that."

Vio reopens his eyes to level a blank stare at Blue.

"Don't look at me like that."

Vio squints.

"Or like that!"

A soft chuckle escapes Vio, only to be immediately chased down by a wince as his ribs protest loudly. He curses his low pain tolerance silently in his head as Blue sighs.

"You're injured, dumbass. Fell off a damn cliff apparently." Huh. That does sound familiar. "You really scared the hell out of these two when they found you."

Ah. No wonder they were clinging.

"Green's coming up with a whole lecture on group safety as we speak. No more Desert trips alone."

Vio raises an eyebrow at that. Or at least attempts to. "There's no way he can enforce that."

"Yeah, well, he won't be the only one." Blue crosses his arms and nods towards the two cuddled up to Vio's sides. "Good luck going anywhere without at least one attached to you."

Fair point. It wouldn't be the first time he's had them nipping at his heels wherever he went, though it has been a few years. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. He didn't remember minding it back then.

Then again, his research efforts might drop dramatically in productivity. Both could be distracting on their own, but together? He'd never get anything done.

He's lured from that particular conundrum as Blue abruptly stands, stretching his arms over his head with a groan. Vio would probably appreciate the sight more if he weren't concussed and struggling with complex thoughts.

"M'kay, well, I'm gonna go let Green know you're kinda lucid right now. Don't think you're getting out of that conversation later." Blue does a few more stretches to fully wake up his joints (just how long had he been sitting there?) before heading over to the door. Oh, this is his room; no wonder the ceiling looks familiar.

Blue pauses in the doorway, seeming to think something over, then turns back with a smug grin and a flippant wave. "Oh, and by the way, one of your teleporters is in the middle of fuckin' nowhere now. Sorry not sorry."

"Wait, what--?"

Blue cackles to himself as he leaves, completely aware of how Vio's attempt to sit up was barred by Shadow and Red 'conveniently' choosing that moment to wake up and tighten their holds on him.

And it was about at that point, where he was being smothered by his two more affectionate boyfriends, that Vio decided, yeah, actually, slime sea theory can wait a few more years.

Or ten.

Maybe thirty.

That conversation could be a future non-concussed Vio's problem, too.

This is nice.

He should fall off cliffs more often.

Or maybe not. He really should be dead right now.

He wonders how many realities in which he did die there. He wonders which reality is he. Is there a true Vio out there? What quantifies as a "Vio", anyway.

...he wonders where they put his bracelet.

He's starting to slip again.

--End--

Please feel free to tell me what y'all thought! I haven't written anything to completion in years so I'm still a bit rusty.

I intended to address Vio's bracelet more, and there was a whole extra plot thread I ended up cutting, but hopefully I'll get to those some other time. This was getting a bit long and I didn't want to lose motivation before I finished it. I'm placing this in dubiously au canon for now. We'll see if it still fits in as I expand the au.

Thanks so much for reading this far! Hopefully y'all liked it!

Here’s a bonus: the in-game map with some of my notes on it. In blue, the area where Vio was supposed to be. In purple, the area they actually found him.

I like to think in this AU, one of the others put that cartoony danger sign next to the cliff.

As requested: @zeldathusiast

It’s done! :D

[thecursivej]

SOTU - 2024

Well, I'm forcing myself to watch the State of the Union while I grade speeches, so I figured I'd record my reactions and thoughts here.

Do I hope for the words "Immediate Ceasefire"? Absolutely. Will we get them? Looking at the track record, probably not. But I remain optimistic because otherwise I'd be six feet under by now; ANYWHO here is a list of my reactions/thoughts/general feelings of the evening's watch.

I do want to give a point of clarity: I technically am identified as a democrat; truly, I'm a socialist, but seeing as how the U.S. is stuck in this godforsaken two-party-system, that is where I am. Though both sides have me feeling very french-revolutionary-esque.

Of course the first thing I see if MTG rifling through her purse on screen. I quite literally despise her.

AP is discussing Ukraine's need for weapons and funding; I would truly rather us align with Ukraine than Isr@el. I will stand unapologetically firm for Palestine and Ukraine.

Who is actually in the cabinet? I know Blinken, Garland, and Buttiegeg. Damn, wish he was running again. Would rather have him than Biden.

How insane is it that the Sec. of Defense didn't even let the White House know that he had to go in for surgery because of cancer. Like, that's just bonkers to me.

Republicans truly look like fucking robots right now. No warm greetings, no hellos, simple nods.

Republicans out here wasting fucking time with that impeachment of Mayorkas. Like how about we house the homeless populations with the money they wasted on this circus.

Oh funky fresh look at the Ultra-Mormon(TM) Mitt Romney.

MTG with that stupid fucking MAGA hat on is just... disgusting. Like this bitch is crazy.

Okay Joe, speed it up down the fucking aisle please. I got papers to grade.

Lowkey Joe looks like he might have had a five-hour energy drink with that big-ole look in his eyes.

I do appreciate that Joe still smiles and is kind to MTG. She truly doesn't deserve it.

Okay this is getting just a wee bit too monarchy for me.

MTG holds up a button saying "Laken Riley..." (couldn't read the rest). Riley was a 14 year old girl murdered by a man who was an illegal immigrant of venezuela, and instead of handling this situation with grace, empathy, and love; MTG and others seem to be capitalizing on her death to push their anti-immigration rhetoric.

Okay, cool selfie skills Joe, but let's get on with it.

ALSO HOW IS JOE BIDEN GONNA BE SO IN DEPTH WITH TECH AND "Savvy" WITH IT WHEN MOTHERFUCKER WANTS TO BAN TIKTOK!? Hello?!

BERNIE AND RAPHAEL! I feel like I haven't seen these guys in 10 million years.

Oh thank god we're starting.

Aww the little hand shake thingy he does with Kamala makes my heart happy.

Did Joe just yell "tony"?!

Wow, even got some republicans clapping for him (probs not a good thing but here we are)

Okay, good bit of humor at the top; and a throwback to the 40s. Funky fresh.

Yeah we ain't living in ordinary times for damn sure.

Interesting point of democracy being attacked here in the U.S. AND Internationally. (Mentions Ukraine and Putin; no word on Gaza yet).

Someone busted out a Ukrainian flag and shook it; rock on.

OH SHIT HE GOT MIKE JOHNSON TO CLAP!

Appreciate the insistance that the U.S. won't send troops to UKR.

Good use of Reagan to connect with the Repubs; and compare to the predecessor (aka Tr*mp).

Mike Johnson nodding instead of clapping about the predecessor comment, trying to save his ass in Orange Man's eyes.

Welcome to NATO, Sweden!

If there is one thing that should connect Democrats and Republicans; it's hatred for Putin. Yet there's a mix of Repubs standing in agreement and sitting to back up the predecessor's comment on Putin doing "whatever the hell he wants"

Talking about Jan 6. What breaks my heart? My parents still believe it wasn't an insurrection. Yikes on Bikes for me.

The line "You can't love your country only when you win" hits hard and even got Mike Johnson to applaud in agreement.

Foreign AND Domestic. Need a hefty focus on that with the right-wing republican group (@ MTG, Gaetz, Cruz, etc.)

Discussing IVF in Alabama; good connection to the overturning of Rowe v. Wade. It sucks that Republicans HAVE THE POWER to protect IVF nationally but shot the damn bill down not even a week ago.

ABORTION IS A HUMAN RIGHT. BODILY AUTONOMY IS A HUMAN. FUCKING. RIGHT. (@ The Missouri Senators who support taking away bodily autonomy).

WOMEN AREN'T WITHOUT ELECTORAL AND POLITICAL POWER; WE ABOUT TO TURN UP IN FORCE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Bring back the strats from the 1900s; time to use our power and go bonkers.

Someone get Joe a glass of water please. Motherfucker looks a bit parched and keeps coughing. I get that when my throat goes dryyy

Can Biden not restore RvW? Can he not by an executive order make RvW the law of the land already?

Revisiting COVID's start from 2020 (Next week is the four year anniversary since the global pandemic).

PFFT idk who just yelled "LIES" but that was comical AF.

Well, the pandemic still controls a big part of our lives... so...don't agree with that shit.

Man, everyone sitting-and-standing must be getting a HELLA calf work out.

Sure, unemployment is down and new jobs are built; but corporate greed is quite literally killing us. Can Congress or Biden do something, damn it?!

Are we beginning to feel it, though? Are we feeling good economics? I doubt we are.

Good job pointing out how both parties have failed to buy american products, but how this admin has established that.

There's a good two rows of Republicans who stand in applause; but the rest just... sit there. Like robots. It's freaky as fuck.

Joe is actually doing pretty great with the flow of this speech. Only a couple of stumbles, but overall pretty gucci. (He'd get a 9/10 on delivery in my public speaking class).

God these fuckers are really gonna make me run for office at this damn point.

Removing poisonous lead pipes... but there's still a water crisis in Flint, Biden. Like, what the fuckeroni do you mean?

Yes, let's invest in family farms; lets stop selling our farmland (especially in Missouri) to foreign countries (@ China buying up TONS of Missouri Farmland).

I love that the UAW president is here, because he straight up is my kind of people. Dude wears eat-the-rich shirts and calls out the unethical-ness of billionaires.

UAW President pointing to Biden saying "It's you!"; nah dawg, it's you Sean.

MIDDLE CLASS DID BUILD THE COUNTRY AND UNIONS BUILT THE MIDDLE CLASS MOTHER FUCKERS!!!

Yes we get back up but right now...we might be getting more french revolutionary-esque if y'all don't stop PLAYING WITH OUR LIVES.

Oh jesus not the 4-more-years chants.

Oh now we talking about the future

YES PLEASE END TRICKLE DOWN ECONOMIES.

Says he's not anti-corp; but points out how trickle down economics has only helped the wealthy.

Yeah, how the fuck does it hurt the wealthy to pay just a weeee bit more in taxes? Like dawg, what are you gonna do with another million? What's the point?

Ooooh is Biden about to rope the repubs into some bipartisan shit? Please do.

What is Republicans huge issue with capping insulin? Truly? Who does it harm? Billionaires still get billions.

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 01 - Welcome

Length: 2700 words Vore type: Oral Vore, F/F, Willing Prey, Implied Digestion Fandom: Zootopia Other info: snake pred, anthro prey, like 80% of this is plot

Ophilia took a deep breath, hoping to calm her beating heart. So she was moving to a city she'd only visited for a week. So she wasn't even living in the city proper. She was a grown snake; she could deal with all that. What was eating at her?!

The answer came easily, of course, no matter how much she tried to push it back down: her landlords-to-be were… bunnies. Really, it was more like she was moving in with a family of them. Her harness grew tighter around her dark, scaly neck and chest as she slithered up to the door, pulling her rolling bags behind her. In her mind's eye, she recalled every bunny tourist she'd seen back in Squamatoa, the way they huddled away from the reptiles around them, the way they flinched and apologized for a gentle (and soft! Very soft fur!) nudge on the street. Seeing that every day, knowing that she was the reason for it… it would weigh on her.

Nonetheless, Ophilia was at the doorstep before she knew it. She cast one more glance behind her, as though measuring out how hard it would be to simply give up. Too hard, she decided, the time for that had well and truly passed. So, with another breath failing to soothe her nerves, she pressed her snout into the doorbell.

The bell barely got through half of its "ding-dong!" before the door swung open. Behind it stood a bunny in jeans and a green flannel; Ophilia watched him look up to meet her face and his own cycle through curiosity, surprise, and more curiosity, before settling on a warm smile. "You must be Ofelaia, right?" he said, with just a hint of country twang, "C'mon in, let's get you set up."

"Oh! Thank you. Ophilia, though. Philip Lapis, right? I think I talked mostly with Jane." The snake managed to push her anxiety down enough to carry a conversation; besides, she knew him moderately well from their chats online.

"Yep, that'd be my eldest. Speaking of…" Philip turned and shouted back into the house. "Jane! Ophilia's here, can you show her around? Robert, Nathan, help her with her bags!"

A pair of bunnies, around the same size as Philip but visibly younger, scampered out the door. One nearly tripped, gawking up at her (feeling self-conscious, she lowered her head closer to their heights), and earned himself a light smack from his father to hurry him up. Ophilia detached herself from her bags and thanked the pair as they vanished inside, luggage in tow. Philip followed them, cautioning them to be careful around the walls.

Seeing a few faces not visibly terrified settled the snake's heart, so she wound her way inside. The entryroom was deceptively big for the front facade, and held a half-dozen bunnies; through a couple of doorways, she saw another quartet sitting around a game console, a few enjoying salad bowls, and one in the windowsill glance at her before returning to his book. Yet one more bunny, this one in a yellow sundress, hopped down the stairs in three jumps, then skipped up to and past Ophilia; a well-measured kick closed the front door with a click rather than a slam. The bunnies all looked similar, but Ophilia was confident on this one.

"Jane? I'm glad to see another familiar face. U-uh, I mean-" she stammered, painfully aware of how many bunnies were staring at the black snake in their home.

"Good to see ya, too! No worries there, you'll figure out most of 'em in time, I'm sure." Jane bounced in a weak approximation of a curtsy, then skipped down the hall and beckoned Ophilia to follow her. "Anywho, your room's down this way. Ground floor with a lever handle - wish I could say all of Zootopia's as accessible to a snake, but I ain't gonna make a liar of myself."

Ophilia followed on autopilot, weaving past a number of bunnies in various outfits and activities, from a small child doodling on a whiteboard in an oversized shirt, to one taking selfies in far too much makeup, to one who tried to kickflip over her tail (and, luckily, succeeded). She still felt all those eyes on her, but at least they seemed to be looks of curiosity rather than mortal terror… mostly. There were still a few who leapt away, with one even clinging to a ceiling fixture. On the whole, though, not as bad as she had feared. Finally, Jane turned and stepped into a room, rather than a hallway.

It was a modest room, a little smaller than Ophilia's last bedroom, but certainly comfortable enough. Carpeted, too, which she knew she'd appreciate at night. The bed was too small for her, not that she had been intending on using it. And on it were her two unopened suitcases, the rope that had been tied to her harness, and…

"Delilah, Franklin, and Janet Lapis! Just what do you think you're doing?!" Jane shouted at the trio sprawled on the bed, clad only in underwear. One of the girls tried to hide behind the other. Ophilia noticed her own jaws hanging open in surprise and quickly closed them. Jane had warned her that some of her siblings were… less than subtle, but this was beyond what she'd expected.

Franklin rolled his eyes. "We're trying to be familiar for our guest in a strange and unknown new place, duh." Next to him, the braver sister added, "you said we could, remember?"

Ophilia gave her best bewildered look to Jane, who glowered at her siblings. "That was for after she- ugh, fine!" Arms crossed and foot rapidly tapping, she turned to address Ophilia. "They want to be eaten. This ain't a trap or nothing, they're just weird; feel free to toss 'em out of here if you don't wanna indulge 'em - hell, I would've done it myself if I knew they were here."

Thoroughly confused, Ophilia stared back and forth between Jane and the three underwear-clad bunnies. "They- I- wait, what do you mean if I don't want to-?"

Jane shot her siblings a flat look. "Toldja it was an outdated stereotype. Go find a fox or something - I know you're already banned from that wolf bar."

Ophilia noticed she'd tightened into a coil without thinking. She tried to force herself to relax from the tonal whiplash, and asked again, "no, I mean… it seems beyond bad manners to kill my landlords' family, to understate things. Also, probably illegal?"

Jane scoffed. "Do I look like a cop?" As though remembering she wasn't just talking to her family, the bunny froze and tried to rephrase, "that is… look, we bunnies tend to have big families. Even if nobody gets outright murdered, we've probably got a half-dozen-odd cousins kick the bucket every month or so, and that's not even counting up or down a generation. People die, we keep moving. Especially if they wanted to go."

"Like Uncle Saul, who kept free-diving for as long as possible. 'Til he didn't come back up." Franklin chipped in. He hopped off the bed and shot Ophilia a smile as he passed her out the door. "Anyway, come find me if you change your mind, or just wanna save me for later. You seem nice."

Soon after, a loud crash echoed down the hall, followed by a woman shouting Jane's name. The bunny in question pinched the bridge of her snout and sighed. "Ugh. I'll have to show you around more later. Just real quick, if you do eat 'em, do the rest of us a favor and wait for 'em to stop moving before you slither out, okay? And if you don't, I promise we'll all understand if they need a shove out." With that, she left the bewildered snake alone with Delilah and Janet.

Ophilia stared at the closed door, then turned to the two bunnies. The ears on both of them drooped, and the shy one was actually the first to speak. "Sorry we came on a bit hard, miss Ophilia," she said, "Janet and I don't get many excuses to visit the more predator-heavy parts of the city, so… we were a little excited that an actual snake was coming to live here."

Janet pointed at a small pile of clothes in the corner, and smiled sheepishly. "I told her not to expect much, but when we saw how big you were in the front hall… well, I got my hopes up, myself."

"Weren't your brothers just in here to drop off my luggage?" Ophilia asked, then immediately questioned herself, "wait, why is that the biggest issue I have here?"

"Cousins, actually, and it's nothing they haven't seen before. Stay here long enough, and you'll see laundry day surprise everyone. They basically just called us fools and left."

"Taking it light because they didn't think anything would happen?"

"Nah, we just don't get along." Janet cracks a wry smile. "Honestly, when I get eaten, I hope my spirit sticks around long enough to see if he'll actually congratulate me on fulfilling my dream, or if he'll still say it was a stupid dream in the first place."

Ophilia looked again between the door and the scantily-clad bunnies. "Huh, you guys really were serious about not getting in trouble for eating you…"

"Yeah. Just 'cuz we actually want to go out that way, though, I wouldn't go after Nate if I were you." Janet's ears flicked upright and at attention. "But wait, is this leading into something?"

In response, Ophilia hooked her tail into her harness to take it off, and let her body swell and shrink with a nice, big breath. "Maybe. I don't want the others to be scared of me, but… if it helps you out, and takes care of my meals for a bit…"

The grin on Janet's face stretched remarkably wide on such a comparatively small head. She grabbed her sister by the shoulders and gently shook her. "Y'hear that, Delilah? We get to be part of the food chain, like in the old stories!"

If not for her dark scales, Ophilia would have blanched at that thought. "N-no, just you, for now. Even if you say they'd be fine with it, I just got here; I don't want to push it."

Janet let go of Delilah, who flopped back on the bed before propping her head up on her arm. "In that case, d'you want me to tell the folks that we talked you into it? For a bit of extra convincing?"

Ophilia brought the tip of her tail to her snout, a smile on her face but still in thought. "Would you do that for me?"

She got a giggle in reply. "Franklin wasn't just being polite, he was right: you are a nice person. And of course - especially if it means I'll wind up on your menu later!"

"Thank you. Um, now then…" She slithered up to the bed, looming over Janet. "Those are polyester, right? Could you take them off? I don't think my stomach would agree with it." In a flash, the bunny sat, bare, before her. Once again, Ophilia felt her heart race from nerves, even though it wasn't fear the bunnies around her were looking at her with. "Okay. S-sorry if this hurts; I've never done this with anyone alive."

Janet nodded and Delilah scooted a bit away - still paying rapt attention, but out of the way. Ophilia leaned in, opened her jaws, and clamped them down around Janet's shoulder and chest. Almost automatically, she drew back and twirled, surrounding grey and white fur with lengths of black scales. Janet shuddered in her grip, and Ophilia pulled back, but with another smile and a nod, the snake readied herself for the main event.

The bunny's ears folded back easily at her lips, laying flat against her head. Soft fur slid over her forked tongue, the taste remniscent of a grassy field on a warm day. Ophilia licked under Janet's muzzle, then muffled her resulting giggle with a gulp. Feeling her neck stretch and separate her scales was a rare, but satisfying feeling, and with Janet's head giving her a preview, Ophilia salivated further at the promise of shoulders and hips. One loop of her body twists and releases, just in time for her mouth to stretch over the bunny's shoulders. She half-expected a change in taste, for the worse, but since her meal had slipped off her top, it was just soft, tasty fur getting wetted down between her jaws. She felt the bunny's chest expand slowly, in sharp contrast to her quick-beating heart, and quietly wondered how her own nerves were doing - well enough to keep eating, for sure.

Another swallow, and her snout hid Janet's fluffy tail from her view, just as her own coil had prior. Regardless, her throat pulled the excited bunny deeper, and though she couldn't see the tail, she could feel it against her lips. And she was right: the wonderful stretch of a nice, big meal got better with more of the bunny inside. If she could, Ophilia wouldn't mind staying like this for a few more minutes; her body, however, had other plans, and the rippling waves of unconscious muscle dragged Janet's hips and rear inside.

The snake pivoted and pointed her head up, pressing her prey's furry feet against the ceiling. It wasn't a nice gravity-assisted swallow, but the pressure still helped her get Janet down faster. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Deliliah on her knees, straddling a pillow and staring right at her - or perhaps at her bulging neck. With a few more gulps, Ophilia finally managed to close her jaws around Janet's paws; from there, it just took a strong swallow or two to be able to lower her head back down. Delilah was still looking right at her, with a heavy blush.

As the snake and bunny looked at each other, Ophilia felt the lump in her neck descend lower and further, until coming to a slow stop in her stomach. Delilah was the first to speak, reaching out with a paw. "Can I… may I feel her?"

Black scales coiled around each other, hiding her prey from sight. "I don't think so. Not yet, at any rate. Would you mind leaving me- leaving us alone for a little?" To her relief, Delilah nodded and left the room, though her sing-song bragging about what her sister "got" to do was still audible for most of a minute after.

Ophilia slithered further from the door and nudged open a suitcase, then turned to the thick, bunny-sized lump in her belly. "Are you- I mean, you're not going to be okay, but was that what you thought it would be like?" Silence stretched for several seconds, and her head drooped with her mood, then she felt Janet move. Only a muffled "mm-hm" made it through the layers of scale and muscle, but it was enough to relax the predator, who went back to unpacking. "I'm glad to hear that. I've never - the others I've eaten had stopped breathing before I so much as touched them. Just… big pieces of meat, sorta. I don't know how I'll react when you- when my body treats you just like that. I guess, it was nice to meet you Janet, and goodbye?"

Muffled laughter answered her. Then, for the remainder of the hour, the only sounds in the room were the gurgle of a snake's stomach working on a large meal and idle conversation filtering through the door. It was a strange welcome, to be sure, but somehow Ophilia felt her new life would turn out just fine.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Butter

This video was uploaded on the 26th of June, 2021, just two weeks after We're Good, and features DeeJay Young and Cesar De La Rosa! And frankly I don't think there are a great deal of Voiceplay videos more deserving of a strictly-visual breakdown than this one, so let's hop right into it, and hope that I don't hit the image limit!

If you don't already know, this video is chock-full of silly background antics from the guys, many of them blink-and-you-miss-it, such as in this shot, where I believe Layne is sharing snacks with DeeJay or something? 😅

Also Geoff is technically wearing a bowtie, except it's hanging loose/untied around his neck. It's certainly a Choice, but I can definitely respect it and vibe with it!

Yeah sure why not

DeeJay and Cesar are "sharing" a stool, and I don't know what Layne is holding

Not a single clue what is going on in the background, but also nice shirt, Cesar!

Cesar has his fan again (love that for him), Eli is drinking something maybe(?), and Layne has an umbrella. Why? Why not! 😂

✌️✌️✌️ (Geoff is also doing it in the background, I only just noticed!)

(I'm only 23 seconds in and I've already taken 6 screenshots, oh dear 😅)

Cesar is handing Geoff a wire mannequin body for some reason???

...yeah sure (also cool necklace and bracelet, DeeJay!)

Cesar and DeeJay playing pattycake!

Geoff and Eli: What are you?

Layne: An idiot sandwich

And whatever this is 🤣

(Seriously the amount of times I have been rewinding moments or scrubbing back frame-by-frame for this one just to try to catch everything, like you don't just need to watch this once, you gotta watch it at least 2 or 3 times to catch at least most of the background antics happening!)

Well at least we can guarantee that everyone had the most fun filming this!

Cesar looking like he's about to brush Geoff's hair (jealous)

Geoff is looking at his phone, Layne is taking selfies on his phone!

Carrot drumsticks!

Geoff: Can I have some

Eli: No

(Also somehow only just realized that Eli is watching something on the phone that Cesar is holding? (Like I hadn't even noticed the phone before 😅))

He ain't called Carrot Lord for nothing!

Eli is seemingly being Attacked by Cesar, while Geoff is sassily walking away, icon that he is

Being Cool(tm)

(also Eli removing sunglasses off of the glasses he was already wearing, lol)

Are they doing the robot in the background?

A lot of very fun dancing in this video, too much to share in screencaps (and still images wouldn't do it justice anyway). It's also really nice imo to see Geoff letting loose a bit and joining in on the silly antics in this video as well. That isn't to say that he's not fun in other videos too, but it's usually different, y'know?

*MUNCH*

And that's a wrap on the video! I could have included even more screencaps, but honestly just go and (re)watch the video yourself, it's so fun! And yes, the song cover itself is also great, shoutout to Geoff for both the arrangement and the video direction!

Man oh man I've got some big (and by 'big' I mean 'ridiculously mind-blowing') videos ahead of me for post write-ups, so stay tuned!

[blueysoda]

A Night Out

Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust

By BlueySoda

Cherri Bomb was excited. She and Angel Dust, her closest friend, had plans to be chaotic and fuck off around town for hours― definitely with alcohol and substances involved. She'd been planning this out with Angel for a week. What clubs they'd hit up, what weapons they'd use, things they'd demolish, games they'd play, everything. She even planned on bringing two, brand new, hot pink Tommy Guns along. One for her, one for Angel, since everyone knows how much he loves pink. 

Pink being a favorite color was one of many things these two buddies had in common; they were both queer, had chaotic energy, loved tearing shit up, destroying things for fun, incredible marksmanship, hating Valentino, caring for each other, being bitchy, having no filter, etc. All the way down to the freckles, it was like these two were twins. That's not to say they're exactly alike, though. They had their differences, as did everyone. But they were truly the best of friends. Angel was family to Cherri, he meant the world to her. They were always there for each other. When they could be, anyway. Sometimes, things come up. 

But not tonight. 

Cherri was in her apartment, putting on the finishing touches of her outfit. Her hair was tied up, as usual, and her face and makeup looked the same. She wore a spiked choker on her neck, accompanied by chained necklaces hanging from it and laying on her chest. She wore a bright red leather jacket with the sleeves cut off on the elbows, a few loose rips visible toward the end of the sleeve. Her tattoo on her left arm showed from the sleeve to her wrist, where a red fingerless glove was worn on her hand. On the other, she wore a long, black-and-red striped fingerless glove that ended further up her arm, but the sleeve covered the end of it. She wore a black cropped tube top with a yellow bomb silhouette centered in the front, black shorts that hugged her thighs that had a loose, studded belt that hung crooked on her hips. Impractical, but stylish. In addition to that, she had on black ripped stockings that ended mid-thigh on her right leg and just above the knee on her left. Her boots were the same as usual, with the usual pink changed to red.

She looked at herself in the mirror, trying a few different poses to make sure she looked good from all angles, then grabbed her phone to snap a mirror selfie. When a few were taken, she chose one and posted it to her Sinstagram.

Getting ready for a fuckin' BOMB night with @angie_fluffy_bootz!! time to shoot the shit! 💣💥✨✨😎

The Australian went to her side table to grab her hairbrush when it had posted, running it through her hair one more time before it was time to go. A moment later, her phone pinged. 

Angie 💖: hey bitch!! i'm outside waitin'! 

Cherri grinned excitedly. 

Cher-Cher 💥: brt babe! 

A moment later, the two met up just outside of the apartment and started walking to their first club. 

"Hey, Angie!! Fuck, that outfit's rad!" Cherri complimented the spider, which earned a playful pose in return. 

"Aw, this ol' thing? Nah, it ain't nuttin'. I just found it in my closet, no big deal."

"Oh, that include the two 3-carat rings on your fingers, too? Are those 'ain't nothin'?" Cherri pointed at his hands and raised her brow. Angel just laughed and sighed. 

"Just some little tchotchkes I had layin' around, yanno? Figured they'd complete the look!"

"Bullshit, I know you've been dyin' to find some excuse to show them off out in public! You haven't shut up about them since ya bought 'em!" 

"Well, I'd never wear 'em at the studio, an' I've been real busy lately so I haven't had the time." He rolled his eyes with his lighthearted tone, though his smile faltered ever so slightly. The cyclops saw this, and felt empathy for him, but quickly returned to her big grin with a gentle nudge to his side. 

"And that's why we're goin' out tonight and forgetting about all that shit for a night! Flash those rings and show 'em off to every damned soul we see! We're gonna have a good fuckin' time tonight, alright, Ange?" She looked up at him with her determined, toothy smile, the one that always came with her pep talks. That made Angel smile again, even wider than before, matching her expression.

"Hell fuckin' yeah!"

"WOO!" Cherri cheered happily with a laugh, then took him impatiently by the hand toward the nightclub just down the street. 

These two were inseparable. They were family. They could always trust each other and confide in one another, no matter what. 

A/N:

This is the outfit she was wearing!

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1091: Enter Boshi (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

2:17 p.m. at the Smash Direct Mall...........

Yoshi: (Walking out of the Phone Store Along with Daisy While Holding a Mini Shopping Bag in his Hand) Thanks for helping me buy a new phone, mom. I know it's the last thing you wanna to do on our outing together.

Daisy: (Gives Yoshi a Bright Smile) Nah, it's no biggie! (Wraps her Her Arm Around Yoshi's Shoulders) You know I always got you and your pops back if either of you needed anything.

Yoshi: Yeah, but you and rest of the moms, for that matter, seem to do almost everything for us over years. (Raises his Hands Up a Bit) N-Not that we don't appericate it or anything, we really do, it's just......I dunno. Does the whole ordeal ever feel.....exhausted to any of you? Like at all?

Daisy: Oh yeah, big time. But we all knew what were getting ourselves into the moment each of us stepped up to parenthood. And even then, that still won't stop us from being there and loving you kiddos to-

?????: Well, well, well.

The mom and son duo stopped walking as they turn around and see a blue Yoshi wearing sunglasses, a black leather coat, and torn up shoes stepping out from the corner of the Phone Store's entrance.

?????: Look at Mr. Karate Boy ovah here.

Yoshi: (Groans at the Soght of the Blue Yoshi) Oh God it's you......

Daisy: (Turns to Yoshi) You know him?

Yoshi: Unfortunately. His name's Boshi and he's-

Boshi: (Puts on a Cocky Smirk on his Face) The fastest, coolest devil in blue that this world has to offa'! (Winks at the Duo)

Yoshi: (Raises an Eyebrow) So a bootleg Sonic?

Daisy: (Starts Snickering a Bit)

Boshi: (Immediately Glares at Yoshi) 'Ey! Screw you, I am WAY more faster and cool than that blue porcupine wishes he can be!

Yoshi: (Crosses his Arms) Really? Then why not challenge him to a race then?

Boshi: I'll challenge him when I feel like it! And we ain't talkin' about him right now.

Yoshi: ('Sigh') Alright, then what DO you want to talk about then?

Boshi: (Starts Smirking Again) 'Bout how you and that edgelord angel dofus got both of your asses handed to you in the streets couple of days ago.

Yoshi: I mean, it really wasn't that much of fight. We were mostly jumped if anything.....

Daisy: Also.....(Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) How did you even know about all of that anyways?

Boshi: I got info from the internet. (Takes his Phone Out of his Jacket Pocket and Uses it Search Up Something) Some guy with the weird, fire looking hair and crap eating grin posted a picture of you losers licking your own wounds. See? (Shows the Duo a Picture of Hades Taking a Selfie of Himself Smiling While One Arm Hugging an Annoyed, Bruised Yoshi and Pitto)

Yoshi/Daisy: (Groans at the Picture in Question) Hades........

Daisy: (Turns to Yoshi Next to Her) Remind me to kick his butt to the crub later......

Boshi: (Puts his Phone Back into his Coat Pocket) Yeeeup. It's been doing numbers as of late. (Shrugs With a Smug Look on his Face) Not that I'm surprised mind ya. Poor Green Yoshi! (Crosses his Arms) Couldn't even last a minute in a half in a group fight.

Yoshi: (Already Getting Irriated) Again, we were jumped out of nowhere. We really couldn't do much other than defending ourselves.

Boshi: Sounds like a you have no skills problem. (Uses his Thumb to Point at Himself While Puttong on an Overly Cocky Smile) I'd moped the floor with all of those those chumps ten seconds flat if I were in you losers' shoes

Daisy: (Gives Boshi a Deadpinned Look on her Face) You really wanna be Sonic 2.0 that badly, huh kid?

Boshi: (Angrily Points at Daisy) Says you, Mrs. Princess of Sarasaland! If that's what ya really are!!

Yoshi: Dude, what are you going on about? My mom has just as much royalty as Momma Peach and Rosalina.

Boshi: Oh really? Then how come her so called "kingdom" hardly been talked about in these parks, huh?

Daisy: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Because no one really asked about it all that much? At least not compared to my peers.

Boshi: Which proves my point exactly! You ain't no princess!! You're just a wannabe poser no one takes seriously!

Yoshi: (Glares at Boshi) Alright, I had it up to here with your-

Daisy: Yeeeuuup, guess you're right.

Yoshi: (Turns Back to Daisy) Wha- M-Mom!

Daisy: I means, there's nooooo possible way I could call myself a princess when I have.four kingdoms to rule over.

Boshi: EXACTLY- Wait what?

Yoshi: Huh?

Daisy: Oh you didn't know? Yeah, back in my country, we have four kingdoms: Birabuto, Muda, Easton, and Chai. All of which are run by four of the most powerful, fearsome protectors youu would have the displeasure of meeting and they all take orders from me. (Crosses her Arms With a Smirk on her Face) Their empress.

Boshi: (Eyes Widened in Complete Disbelief) Empress!? (Shakingly Points at Daisy) Y-Y-You?

Daisy: Yep. I'm Empress Daisy, at your service~ (Playfully Winks at the Flabbergasted Blue Yoshi)

Yoshi: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Woah.

Boshi: Y-Yeah? Well....If that's the case, then why does the big bad King of Koopas himself never bothered to kidnap you before, huh!?

Daisy: Oh, you're talking about Bowser? The same Big Bad King Koopa sent flying to the skies? And never dared to try and cross me since?

Boshi: (Glares at Daisy Again) Okay, now I know your messin' with me! Ain't no way in hell you would go that far as to send Bowser flyin-

Daisy shows Boshi a video of her bitch slapping Bowser towards the distant skies at relative ease on her phone. Instantly causing the blue, edgy yoshi to be flabbergasted once again.

Boshi: ...............HOW!?

Daisy: (Shrugs Casually) What can I say? He's lightweight compared to me. (Gives Boshi a Stern, Warning Glare While Cracking her Knuckles Slowly) And unless you too wanna know what it feels like to sent off into orbit, I advise you to watch what you say about my friends and family. Including my son-

Boshi: (Quickly Runs Off at the Speed of Light in Complete Fear) I'M SORRRRRYYYYYYYYY!

Daisy: ......Huh. Well, whaddya know? (Turns to Yoshi Cheeky Smile on her Face) I guess he really us a bootleg Sonic after all~

Yoshi: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Mom......Were everything you said just now is true?......

Daisy: (Happily Nodded) Yep!.....Well, the Sarasaland having four separate kingdoms part is true, your granddad's still emperor. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) We should really stop by and visiting him one of these days though.....

Yoshi: So does that means you're gonna be an actual empress soneday?

Daisy: ('Sigh') I dunno, maybe? It's gonna be long while till my old man give his title up for anyone. But really, I'd rather not think too deeply on the possibility just yet. (Smiles Softly) Right now, I wanna spend my time here with the people I love.....(Playfully Gives Yoshi a Noogie) And best dino son I could ever ask for, yes you are!~

Yoshi: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Okay, okay, I'm the best~ Now, quit it, will ya? Our day isn't even over yet!

Daisy: (Finally Cease her Antics) Oh alright. I'll stop for not. Let's head to the Fashion Passion Shop next. Lili needs a new pair of shades.

Yoshi: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion as He Starts Walking With to his Mother to Their Next Destination) Lili?

Daisy: Ohhh right! I didn't tell you about her yet....Okay, so, remember that time when your dad and I went off to some old spooky mansion a month or two ago?

Yoshi: Was Death living there or something?

Daisy: ('Scoffs') I wish. But no. Instead, it was owned by a nun.

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[gizopedia]

Hey there, tech lovers! 🖐️ So, there’s this buzz going around, and it's all about the Google Pixel 9 Pro. Now, I know what you're thinkin'—"Do I really need another phone in my life?" Well, let me tell ya, the Pixel 9 Pro ain't just another phone. It's like the Jedi Knight of smartphones. Seriously. What's all the fuss about? Alright, so the Google Pixel 9 Pro has been getting some mad hype lately. People are saying it's a game-changer, a real beast in the smartphone jungle. But is it? 🤔 Let's dive into what makes this bad boy stand out from the crowd. Camera that's outta this world First things first, the camera. I mean, if you're not taking photos of your brunch or your cute doggo, are you even living? The Pixel 9 Pro comes with a triple-camera setup that can make even a cloudy day look like a freakin' masterpiece. Night mode? Pfft, child's play. This thing shoots like a pro in any light, making those low-light selfies look like they belong in a magazine. Smooth as butter performance Next up, performance. The Google Pixel 9 Pro is like that one friend who’s always on top of things—no lag, no drama. It’s powered by the latest Snapdragon (whatever the heck the number is these days), and let me tell ya, it’s fast. Like, lightning-fast. Multitasking is a breeze, gaming is seamless, and don’t even get me started on video editing. Display that'll make your eyes pop The Pixel 9 Pro has a display that’s sharper than my grandma’s wit. With its AMOLED screen and 120Hz refresh rate, every swipe feels like butter. It’s bright, it’s vivid, and it’s perfect for everything from watching cat videos to scrolling through TikTok. Battery life that goes on and on... And let’s not forget the battery. I mean, what’s the point of having all these sick features if your phone dies halfway through the day? The Google Pixel 9 Pro has a battery that just keeps going. And goin’. And goin’. Like, seriously, you could probably leave it on for a full day of hardcore usage and still have juice left for your midnight scrolling. The little things that make a big difference But, hey, it’s not just about the big stuff, right? It’s the little things, too. Like, the in-display fingerprint scanner that actually works every time (not just when it feels like it). Or the stereo speakers that make your playlist sound like a live concert. Or the clean, smooth Android interface without all that bloatware junk. Verdict: Should you get the Pixel 9 Pro? So, here’s the deal. If you’re lookin’ for a phone that’s got it all—killer camera, top-notch performance, an eye-popping display, and a battery that just won't quit—then the Google Pixel 9 Pro is your guy. Sure, it’s a bit pricey, but hey, you get what you pay for. Plus, with all these features, it’s like having a mini-supercomputer in your pocket. How Does the Google Pixel 9 Pro Stack Up Against the Competition? Alright, now that we've raved about the Google Pixel 9 Pro, it's time to see how it measures up against its biggest rivals. You know the ones—Apple, Samsung, OnePlus. Let's dive into the nitty-gritty and see if the Pixel 9 Pro really is the top dog in the smartphone world. Google Pixel 9 Pro vs. iPhone 15 Pro Oh boy, the iPhone 15 Pro. Apple fanatics swear by it, and yeah, it’s a solid phone. But when you put it head-to-head with the Pixel 9 Pro, things get interesting. Camera: The iPhone 15 Pro has a fantastic camera, no doubt. But the Pixel 9 Pro’s camera is on another level. With its superior low-light capabilities and Google's AI magic, the Pixel can make even the most mundane pics look Insta-worthy. Performance: Apple's A17 Bionic chip is unbelievably fast, but the Pixel 9 Pro’s Snapdragon processor isn’t far behind. Both phones can handle anything you throw at them, but the Pixel has a slight edge in multitasking, thanks to its smoother Android experience. Display: Apple’s always had beautiful displays, and the iPhone 15 Pro is no exception. But

the Pixel 9 Pro's AMOLED screen with a 120Hz refresh rate just feels smoother and more responsive, especially when scrolling through social media or playing games. Ecosystem: If you’re deep in the Apple ecosystem, the iPhone is a no-brainer. But if you prefer the flexibility of Android and Google services, the Pixel 9 Pro is the way to go. Google Pixel 9 Pro vs. Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra Then there’s the Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra, the powerhouse from the South Korean giant. It’s big, it’s bold, and it’s packed with features. But can it outshine the Pixel 9 Pro? Camera: Samsung’s been killing it with their camera game, and the S23 Ultra is no exception. It’s got a super zoom feature that’s unbelievably impressive. However, the Pixel 9 Pro excels in overall image quality, especially in low light and with natural-looking colors. Performance: Both phones are equipped with top-of-the-line processors, so you’re getting blazing-fast performance either way. However, Samsung's custom UI can sometimes feel a bit bloated compared to the clean, minimalist approach of Google’s Android experience. Display: The S23 Ultra’s display is one of the best out there—huge, vibrant, and great for media consumption. The Pixel 9 Pro’s display is a tad smaller but just as bright and colorful, plus it's got that 120Hz refresh rate for super smooth scrolling. Extras: Samsung packs a ton of extra features like the S Pen, which is awesome if you’re into that. But if you’re looking for simplicity and a focus on user experience, the Pixel 9 Pro keeps it straightforward and effective. Google Pixel 9 Pro vs. OnePlus 11 Pro Let’s not forget the OnePlus 11 Pro, a strong contender known for offering premium features at a slightly lower price point. So, how does it fare against the Pixel 9 Pro? Camera: OnePlus has improved its camera game, but it still doesn’t quite match up to the Pixel 9 Pro. The Pixel’s photo quality, especially in low light, is superior, and Google’s software tweaks make photos look stunning straight out of the camera. Performance: Both the Pixel 9 Pro and OnePlus 11 Pro are incredibly fast, thanks to their latest processors and ample RAM. The difference lies in the software experience—Pixel’s Android is clean and intuitive, while OnePlus’s OxygenOS offers more customization but can be a bit overwhelming for some users. Display: The OnePlus 11 Pro boasts a stunning AMOLED display, similar to the Pixel 9 Pro, but with a slight edge in color accuracy. Both have a 120Hz refresh rate, making them equally smooth when it comes to scrolling and gaming. Battery Life: Both phones have solid battery life, but the Pixel 9 Pro seems to last a bit longer in real-world usage. Plus, Google's adaptive battery feature learns your habits over time to save juice when you need it most. The Final Showdown So, what’s the takeaway here? The Google Pixel 9 Pro doesn’t just hold its own against the big guns—it outright shines in many areas. Whether it’s the unbeatable camera, smooth performance, or clean user experience, the Pixel 9 Pro is a strong contender in the smartphone arena. Final thoughts So, what’s the final word? Is the Google Pixel 9 Pro worth it? Heck yeah, it is! It’s fast, it’s sleek, and it’s packed with features that’ll make your friends green with envy. Whether you’re a photography buff, satiate-watching pro, or just someone who wants a phone that can keep up with your busy life, the Pixel 9 Pro’s got your back. Array

[fr3akinthecorner]

fuckin hoes getting money ain't shit to me are u that girl? that keeps posting selfies? yes why? bc i can't take any oh okay well u should hop on my motorcycle thats kinda why i posted yours i'm scared of them but u can't be scared of everything just your father keeho whats wrong with your hands? smoking get high later! bitch don't even trip that's the spirit you're fun to be around thank u can i come over? sorry no i don't know u yes u do! i'm gonna stalk u i'd like to see u try ur dad already told u about manga stalking? no... oh well hahaha it's quite different and he says you're ready hrs really mad at u hey! smoke are people listening to the playlists? yes they are! tons of people! it's a big fucking party! that's good that makes me happy yea your father said that u were really fucking sweet oh god what?? then why is he so mean to me? i don't know but hey check your playlist in confused real n**** oh ok the accuracy! that is the right way to say that ok so u can type again? yes i can yes ur daddy is always talking about u to other men it's quite funny ok so everyone favorite playlist is the one about your daddy oh really? yes we love it thats strange bc it's my favorite too do u talk to gbc? no i don't! ok i have to go bye bye goodbye ur so fucking sexy don't shower today please! um ok ok so don't act like u have to do anything for men it's keeho i like him keep talking to him yea but i have to go!! ok say goodbye peace

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Yankee Rose | J.H.S. | 0.3

Summary: Getting called back to Top Gun couldn't have come at a better time for Erica "Miami" Kazansky. This was her fourth time being called back to Top Gun, and the failing marriage made her as excited as ever to go back. As one chapter ends, another one begins, but the connotation of that statement is up to interpretation.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Erica "Miami" Kazansky

Content warnings: Slight angst, brief mention of death

iii. You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet

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Erica had showed up to class early. It was something that she was thankful for, because it gave her the chance to mingle with the other trainees.

"How's your dad?" Rooster whispered.

"Uh, he's fine. I kinda would like to stay closer to him, though. In case something happens, y'know?"

"Yeah, yeah I get that. Let me know if something happens, ok?"

All Erica could do was nod her head as everyone started to sit down. She took a seat behind Rooster and grabbed her water bottle. As Admiral Bates introduced himself and gave his speech, Erica got faced with the urge to punch Hangman. All he did was look at her and Rooster while the admiral was talking about the plan for the mission, but Hangman's attitude was something that always got under her skin.

She leaned forward and looked at Rooster when Maverick walked in. Of course Erica knew that Mav was in town, they talked all the time, but talking about Rooster was entirely off limits.

"Today we'll start with what you only think you know. You'll show me what you're made of," Mav said. After that, he gave the premise of the exercise. Erica was going to be one of the last people to fly, so she had time to talk to her wingman before the exercise.

She had to laugh when Mav told her that Omaha was her wingman. Of course he would do something like that.

"What did you do in Miami?" He asked.

"What did you do in Omaha?"

"Fair enough."

She sat in the coms room with everyone while Payback suggesteed that everyone who got shot down did 200 hundred push ups. Mav was able to shoot everyone down, until it came to Miami and Omaha.

"I got him. Break left," Miami said.

"Jesus H Christ!" Omaha exclaimed. Miami chuckled as she performed an inverted dive and shot Maverick. Everyone in the comms room cheered, except for Hangman.

"You're so mad. It's hilarious," Phoenix teased.

Miami grabbed her phone out of her locker and texted her dad about what she did as soon as they landed and went inside. Rooster ran up behind her and gave her a hug.

"Oh my God, we're so gross. I need to take a shower," she said. Rooster only laughed at the comment and thanked her. He told her that Hangman was doing the exercise with Phoenix and Bob, and she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, he's pissed. He knows you're a better pilot but he won't admit it to himself. It's one of the funniest things that I've seen in a while. Anyway, I should leave you to it," Rooster said. Miami nodded her head and watched as Rooster left the locker room.

Erica stayed and talked to some of the other lieutenants well after Phoenix did. Mav was doing his push ups outside, so she took that as her chance to take a selfie with him. The picture quickly became her lock screen, replacing the picture of her and her mom in the Volkswagen.

She was watching Fanboy cook when her phone started ringing. As she looked at the name on the caller I.D., she promptly left the kitchen and went to her room.

"What do you want?" She said.

"I want to talk. Jesus. Hear me out, okay?" Mark asked.

"I don't... Mark, you cheated on me and you got caught. You can't just say sorry and expect me to forgive you."

"Sweetie, don't you think you're being a little irrational with all of this?"

"You think I'm being irrational? I never cheated on you when I was deployed! So sorry for wanting a divorce because you can't keep it in your pants for two months! And don't even start to make excuses for yourself. We know how that ended last time."

"Can we please just figure this out? I've been sleeping on a friend's couch since our fight."

"Whose fault is that?"

"We don't have to do it this way. I can get a plane ticket and get to Fightertown."

"Just because you can doesn't mean you should. Don't come here and don't talk to me. Don't talk to Rooster, either."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing."

"How can you say that?! I feel like I just wasted years of my life and you're telling me that it's not a big deal! I could've visited my family so many times and that's time that I'll never get back! I'm done, Mark."

Erica hung up and grabbed her keys. As she turned around, Rooster and Payback were standing in the doorway. She didn't even realize that she left it open.

"I heard my name. Is everything okay?" Rooster asked.

"Yeah, it seemed like the conversation was getting pretty heated," Payback added.

"I'm fine. Never better, actually. Roo, we're going for a drive."

"Uh, right now? Okay."

They had been on the road for almost half an hour. This was one of very few times that Erica didn't play music or a podcast, and Rooster was starting to get concerned. The silence was deafening. Erica finally parked at The Hard Deck, but she started walking to the beach. They were both sitting in the sand when Erica started to cry.

"I hate him. I hate him so much. If you had looked at me the night that he proposed and told me that this was going to crash and burn like this, I genuinely wouldn't have believed you. He wants to come here and see if he can fix things. He can't, we know this. I told him not to bother with texting you. He picked the worst timing for this, too. I didn't want to say it earlier but my dad is getting worse. I don't really want to get into that but I'm worried. What if something happens during the mission? Something during training I can manage because it's a five hour drive, but what if he... y'know while we're stuck in the middle of the ocean?"

As Erica was sobbing, Rooster pulled her in for a hug. It took a few minutes for her breathing to steady but she eventually pulled away and wiped her eyes. Rooster offered to go inside and get her a water, which was an offer that she gladly accepted. She hadn't even realized that she left her phone in the car until Rooster told her that he was gonna drive them back to the base.

They walked inside and Payback was the first to ask if she was okay.

"Yeah, just don't try to get a divorce while your spouse is on the other side of the country."

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Vlog Gone Wrong

"What's up, dweebs?" Nora said, holding her phone at an arm's length on her selfie stick. "It's your girl! Today, I'm in Edme Wood, named for the first reported person to disappear here over a hundred years ago. This forest has a reputation as the sight of most missing person cases in the U.S. Some of you may be wondering, 'Nora, why would you go somewhere so obviously dangerous? We all know you're a cuckoo clock with little to no concern for your own well-being, but really? Did trespassing on government property teach you nothing?'

"Well, aside from you brats spamming my inbox for, like, a month, I did a little research. Turns out, this forest was almost called Honora Wood because while Edme was the first person of note to disappear, Honora Whitakre, a seamstress indentured to one of the wealthies in town, was deemed a runaway several months earlier. She was last seen at the border of these woods, and despite all close friends claiming it wasn't in her nature to leave, her disappearance wasn't taken seriously until Edme also disappeared. So you see why I have to do this, right? Annora, Honora? That's basically the same name. I mean, spelled differently, but still."

She held her fingers to her face dramatically. "It's like a call from the dead, binding us together as sisters across time. On my honor as a Nora, I must avenge my fellow Nora by poking around in the dirt at any weird thing I see. I also have to prove that we ain't no sissies. Anyway, if I don't come back, I would like all you lovely viewers to petition for a name change for this wood so that justice may finally be served. Oh, there are also supposed to be beautiful hiking trails here, so I'll enjoy myself."

Nora stopped the recording and watched the replay for a couple minutes. Good enough. She hefted up her backpack and started down the first hiking trails. Hopefully, she found something interesting. She didn't drive ten hours for nothing. Curse those stupid government goons for making her delete her last video. Not only did it mess with her updating schedule, thus messing with her views, but it was also probably the greatest thing she'd ever filmed. Not that she got a very good look at whatever she had filmed, being hidden in some bushes with her arm stuck out, but it must have been great seeing as they wiped her whole drive. Ugh! She'd lost all her backup plans in that wipe too. She needed something good now or she wasn't eating breakfast or lunch next week.

At least these woods were pretty, the light breaking through the foliage dappled and everything covered in moss. Even the hiking signs had large swathes of stringy lichen hanging over their corners. She made sure to get a shot of the hiking path she had chosen before moving on. She ran into a few other people along the way, some blasting music, others peering into the trees with binoculars every few steps in search of birds.

It quickly became clear to her that if she wanted something interesting, or at least to feign something interesting, she wasn't going to find it on public walking paths. She stood still, pretending to study a mess of blue wildflowers that grew over the massive roots of one of the thick trees until all other hikers were out of sight. Then she lifted one leg dramatically and stepped off the path. That step was all it took to clear away any misgivings about going off on her own and she darted a few more steps ahead, taking an orange ribbon off her belt loop and tying it to one of the bushes before continuing on. There. As long as she marked her steps as she went, she wouldn't end up terribly and hopelessly lost.

"I haaaate the government," Nora sang as she tramped through bushes and fallen leaves from probably the last five seasons. "They're the woooorst and don't respect art. But screw them, Imma find my own cool stuff in the wooooods. And hopefully not diiiie."

Several hours later Nora had found nothing. Lots of pretty plants, a few squirrels, but nothing that screamed, "I want to be on a supernatural/conspiracy theory vlog!"

She plopped down, exhausted, and stared back at the trail of orange ribbons behind her. She didn't feel like walking however many miles back to the trail then even farther back to her car. She let out a deep sigh and stared at dense flora ahead of her, sage, snapdragons, lambs ear, some mushrooms she didn't recog--

Nora scrambled to her feet to get a better view of the perfect circle of white fungi. Yes! She was grasping at strings, but at least it was something.

She raised her phone over her head and pressed record. "Look, bros, a fairy circle. Legends talk about mortals getting trapped when they stepped inside them or sometimes even spirited away. So. Who dares me to step in it?" She waited a full minute, raising her eyebrows tauntingly as the imaginary audience. "Imma do it anyway."

Nora hopped into the center of the little circle aaaaand nothing. She turned around in it a couple times, looked at the sky, held out her hands to the wind, but no change. "Hmmm...absolutely nothing. You know I'm kind of disappointed actually, not that I wanted to dance myself to death or anything, but two seconds ago fairy circles were still a supernatural possibility for me. Guess I'll have to cross it off--"

"Hello."

Nora whirled at the growly tenor behind her. A slender man in a long puffy-sleeved shirt that showed a bit too much chest stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Long boots reached to his knees and a silver dagger sheath belted loosely across his hips. What was weirder were the rounded, pointy-tipped animal ears poking out of his long silvery-white hair.

Nora slowly stepped backward out of the mushroom circle, phone still recording in case she needed it for evidence later.

"Hello, mysterious cat man," Nora said, keeping her distance. "You LARPing out here or something?"

The man turned his head sideways, smiling slightly. "Cat man? You know, as a dog person, I resent that. Second of all, I'm afraid I've never heard of... Larping, is it? Is that a verb or a thing?"

Nora felt for the pepper spray on her keys and backed up further. "Well...sorry for offending you, but I have friends waiting for me just around those trees, so I think I better..." She started quickly toward the direction of her orange ribbons.

"Ah." The man snapped his fingers and Nora was overcome with a nauseating sensation that dropped her to her knees. When she looked up again she was back inside the circle. The man chuckled melodiously. "You can't leave so soon, not when you just arrived."

"What the...? How...?"

"You stepped in my circle," the man said, prowling toward her like an animal stalking prey. "I decide when you go. And, now that I'm looking at you, I think I'd rather keep you."

Nora's heart pounded rapidly, half from fear half from the disorientation of being in one place and suddenly ending up in another.

"Get away from me you freaking weirdo freak!"

The man smiled again, fangs peeking over his lips this time, and stared down at her like she was an unruly child fighting against the dreaded nap time.

"You humans say the most bizarre things, and so loudly too. It's been ages since I saw one of you unbroken. I forgot out hilariously defiant you can be." His eyes had glinted in the shade of the trees, but up close they were like current berries on the bush too long, dark, and starting to brown on the borders. His long hair laid across the front of either shoulder, showing off the white mane that grew down the nape of his neck and disappeared beneath his shirt collar. "What's your name?"

Nora folded her arms stubbornly. "I don't want to tell you."

Was this really happening? Like really happening? Or was she hallucinating? She didn't remember falling asleep, and this guy never got close enough to drug her, so...

"But maybe if you pull really hard on your ears."

The man cackled as he bent his head toward her, took both silvery ears by the ends, and gave them a sharp yank. Nora finally realized what animal he looked like. From the ears, the mane, the sharp canines, the laugh he was like a hyena. There were stories of fairies having animal characteristics, and those ears were definitely connected to his head.

"Your name?"

"I won't tell a faerie my name," she reaffirmed, feeling lightheaded now.

He cackled louder, a hysterical rise and fall like a piece of music, both eerie and alluring. "Clever. Clever, clever, clever. You know most mortals don't know about that rule these days."

She was going to get sooo many views! That meant rent and grocery money and gas! Wait, no. A chance encounter with a faerie? Yeah, right! She needed more proof than this if she didn't want to be called a money-grubbing fraud! She could already picture the comments: "I used to have a lot of respect for Annora, but now she's just in it for the money," "She never found a lot, but at least she used to be genuine," "Hiring an actor? Does she think we're that gullible?" Yeah...definitely more proof. But how?

Well, first things first, she needed to navigate this odd mix of mortal terror and utter wonder roiling in her chest.

"Maybe we could make a deal?" she said, already certain she was doing something stupid. Not that that ever stopped her before.

The faerie grinned wide, wide, wide. "Alright, let's hear it."

"You don't hurt or allow any other harm to come to me and I get to see where you come from."

"Sound like three things on your side and nothing for me."

"What would you want?"

The faerie tapped his chin thoughtfully though it was clear in his eyes he'd already made up his mind. "You. I do all that, but I get to keep you."

"No."

"Come now, I'll take good care of you."

Ok, super creepy, but admittedly a small part of her yearned for that. Especially when for the last year and a half she'd been relying on whether a video made it big so that she could eat. And...no one had ever done that for her before. Also, wasn't that exactly what she wanted anyway? What supernatural vlogger passed up an opportunity to see a supernatural world?

"Wait, so you want to abduct me to your faerie world?"

The faerie gave an elegant shrug. "A little cavalierly put, but yes."

"Can I bring my phone?"

"I don't see why not."

"Could you magic me some service so I can keep updating my channel?"

"What?"

Nora held up her screen and scrolled through her latest updates with her finger. "I post videos on the internet. Can I keep doing that if I go with you?"

"I'm sure arrangements could be made."

"Then alright."

She held out her hand to him. The faerie's smile turned slightly dark as he reached out his own slender fingers, dark enough that Nora started to pull back. But too late.

He clasped her hand tightly, almost painfully. "Looks like we have a deal."

Author's note: Meh, this isn't my best work, but oh well, I just liked the idea of a crazy vlogger just roaming around like a moron all the time to get footage while their faerie desperately tries to keep up and protect them.

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A Lil’ Oopsie - Lesson 5.5 (Obey Me x Female!MC/Reader)

@strawberry-moonpies Ever wonder what was going on while Leviathan was occupied taking care of MC? Here's a little interlude as a Christmas Eve present to give readers some insight.

Other work: Diavolo's Cousin from Hell

A Lil' Oopsie mini-series:

Prologue | Lesson 1 | Lesson 2 | Lesson 3 | Lesson 4 | Lesson 5 | Lesson 5.5 | Lesson 6 | Lesson 7 | Lesson 8 | Lesson 9 | Lesson 10 [End]

RIIIIING!!!

At last, it was lunchtime. Flocks of students burst out from their classrooms, and soon, the halls of RAD were flooded by demons of various races. But at one particular part of the academy, footsteps and murmurings echoed the hallway. Some of the students quickly moved to the side, with some of them speaking with friends in hushed manners, as they made way for a certain white-haired demon. Their gazes were fixated on him, but he ignored the attention as he trudged down the corridor with a prominent scowl on his face. There was no need for them to question him, for they knew better than to get close to the infuriated Avatar of Greed, one of the powerful seven demon brothers in the demon realm.

Mammon was aware of the wary stares burning his back. Even with his intense gaze fixated below, he could sense the students around him were looking at him. They're definitely wondering what's gotten him to look like he had something up his arse, he thought. But could one blame him for looking like that? He'd never been so irritated in his life, not even when he was an angel millenniums ago.

"Well, well~" came a familiar honeyed voice. "Won't you look at my dear brother? Don't tell me it's because of the numerous selfies Levi took with our dear Sheep-chan he sent to the group chat."

"Shut it," spat Mammon. His head snapped up to look at his younger brother, and his glare hardened. "I ain't jealous over MC hanging out with Levi. By the way, the heck are you doing here, Asmo? I thought you'd be frolicking with some succubus right after class?"

The champagne-haired demon, instead, looked delighted. Twirling around, he raised one hand to his forehead while the other over his chest. "Why, I'm deeply touched! To think that my dear, untrustable brother would've actually paid attention to my life. Such rare oblectament shan't be forgotten till mine dying day!"

Before the second-born could let out a sneering remark, he lowered his hands and explained, "I caught wind that my elder brother looked like he was about to commit arson. So I - I, Asmodeus - rushed over to see what had led up to such an unprecedented event. Anyway, just admit it, Mammon. You're grumpy because you haven't been able to actually hang out with our little Sheep-chan since last night."

"That's not it!" defended the said demon.

"Oh~?" Asmodeus drawled, placing a finger on his chin as his teasing stare focused on him. "Then why are your cheeks as red as a Babi's bum?" Mammon abruptly spun in the opposite direction, feasibly attempting to hide his reddening cheeks. But the younger demon continued, "Not to mention, I merely presumed that you've been upset at the fact that Levi is the one who gets to look after MC the whole day. Given that you said that you're not jealous of that fact when I didn't mention anything about jealousy earlier, that means you are. My, my, Mammon. I knew that you tend to be envious of those who involve themselves with MC, but who would've guessed that your envy could rival Levi~?"

"D'AAAAAH! Shut it!" Mammon aggressively barked, his tanned skin now dusted with a conspicuous red shade. "Y'know what? I'ma leave!"

The Avatar of Lust blinked owlishly as he watched the white-haired demon robotically march ahead. "Where are you going?"

"It ain't your business!" was the latter's reply.

Perhaps the second-born should've been the Avatar of Stubbornness, thought Asmodeus.