#this is the last one aaaaaaah!!!!!

[1singulargrape]

It's one of those nights

[lexalovesbooks]

Almost one year since I read the left hand of darkness that was so fun

[urfriendlywriter]

friends to lovers heart fluttering moments:

(feel free to use<3 i miss being active :') TAG ME WHEN YALL WRITE PLSSS WOULD LOVE TO READD )

running into their arms after being away for too long !!!!

leaning into each other when laughing.

casually linking arms, holding-hands, sharing hugs that lasts a teensy tiny bit longer. AHHHHH

them watching you do ur own thing with so much admiration [I've one want in life-]

"why?" "because it's you." (like them doing smthng espeviallyyforu)

"I'll do anything, as long as it's with you." n they nonchalantly say it.??? ( MA SONGG OMG)

spending more time together than usual

having your parents tease you and ship you together > ~ <

teasing them and they actually blush???

getting physically close during the denial phase. IMAGINE KISSING AND FREAKING OUT SAYING, "friends... kiss. right?"

getting ur breath hitched whenever they're too close.

imagine lingering with ur mouth slightly parted while both of ur noses brush, eyes fluttering just wondering---where this is going.

^ AND WHEN THEY SAY, "fuck it. may i kiss u?" but their voice is so low, yearning so hard.

getting noticeably shy after going a lil too hard on the kissing--"it's ok, we're still friends, right?"

a third person NOTICING IT AND going, "oh SO yall are the type to kiss and nOT TELL?" "WhAT NO, WE DIDNT-" "YEAH WE DIDN'T."

^ but one if one of them is an idiot n they go, "HOW DID U NOTICE?" "ha, so i was correct. yall mfs-!!!"

and the realising phase of how much you like them

and not being able to wait until u see them. so u can confess, get it out and about.

or what if? they end up ur house at 4 am in pouring rain and say, "i know we're best friends, but i want to be more. Let me be yours forever please, and not just as friends this time." AAAAAAAH.

SCREAMING N FIGHTING KISSING IN THE RAIN, ITS 2 AM N UR LOVIN THEIR NAME SO IN LOVE BUT U ACT INSANEEE N THATS THE WAY U LOVE THEMMM

[bitchimasnake-sss]

i had this idea for ace x reader id love to see😭 basically idk something along the lines of the reader being apart of the whitebeard pirates and ace having a crush on them/pining for them and they stop at some island to chill/celebrate or something and while partying later in the night reader tells ace he can kiss them if he catches them and after a bit of (playful) runing reader goes into the water at some beach and ace obviously cant follow bc of his devil fruit and yesh djdjjdhd idk how it would play out but lets say ace somehow ends up getting that kiss :3 you’re very much free to add to the story or change it!!

heheheh, this is so cute. i am an ACE TRUTHER FOR LIFE AAAAAAAH *rips my shirts and turns into a wolf* [i-ignore the fact that this has been a wip for about... 1.5 months now, im sorry. i will repent.]

❤️‍🔥hey! that's unfair! ft. portagas d. ace

set-up: as mentioned above by anon! playful banter, nicknames, chasing each other around. that's just part of being a crew, isn't it? okay, but what if your very attractive crewmate was running after you to kiss you? not very crew-mate-y of them, is it? warnings: NOT PROOFREAD CAUSE MY BAD, DUDE. nothing major cause i have wrote enough smut to last me a lifetime and i need a cleanse. contains playful banter/flirting, mentions of the asl brothers' past, "slut" as a joke. ace ughhh light me up. [my digital footprint goes crazy, but so does yours.] wc: 2.5k

"slut behaviour." your drawled out the words, nose scrunching up as you looked up at the man. your fingers drew patterns into the coarse sand, as the man above you barked out a laugh.

"huh?" ace's eyes widened, a boyish grin overtaking his features as the sun shone from behind him. the winds from the sea almost blew his hat off, and he put a hand on his head as he peered you down, "what did you say?"

"i'm just saying~" you shrugged, eyes squinted to make out his face under the harsh backlight, fingers still writing something into the sand.

"you're saying i'm the slut?" he plopped down next to you on the beach mat once he was done setting the beach umbrella. giving you the same unabashed grin, he popped his knuckles, "that's harsh, dude."

"i'm not the one walking around with my top off all the time!" you stuck your tongue out and ace scrunched his nose up. he was adorable. "hey, i've told you. i run hot, okay?"

he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively next, "i've always said, you can sleep with me and find out the truth."

an aggressive blush blossomed from the tip of your nose to your ears, and you instinctively pushed ace away, "is that offer only for me? or can marco uncover the truth, as well?"

his expression turned sour, eyes squinting as if he had the worst daydream a man has ever known, "tch, why would you even make me imagine that?"

"mhm." you grinned, shooing him with a flick of your nail, "now, go get me some ice-cream."

"mean." he muttered, but got up nonetheless.

you stared at the gentle waves, the scorching sun, the wet sand that changed with every little movement of the ocean. your eyes travelled to your far right where some of your crewmates drank cocktails and some of the younger ones ran around, chasing each other with faux grievances.

then, your gaze fell atop portagas d. ace.

pops ruffled his hair and the fire-fist grinned in return, talking about some nonsense that you were sure to enchant everyone who stood there. he had that effortless thing going on. he could smile and offer out his palm and the entire crew will chop off their hearts to give it to him. how pretty. i mean— er, how pretty fucking annoying!

huh?! a nauseating feeling built up in your stomach as you tried to shake down these thoughts. it was wrong, ace was just a crewmate!

a crewmate who made you laugh till you cried, someone who would come running to you with gossips, buy you souvenirs when he went to visit luffy. someone who was just a crewmate. so, you really shouldn't be thinking how he made your chest tighten or about the way his biceps flexed, or the way his eyes glinted under the sunlight or the way his smile was so—

"—here you go, princess." he shoved the orange popsicle in front of your nose and you broke out of your daze. he sat next to you under the cool shade of the beach umbrella, sucking on his own blue-colored popsicle.

"who're you calling princess?" you muttered before chomping down on the ice-lolly, "your shampoo for a year would cost half my salary if i got paid."

"mmph huh? you are so mean—" he spoke with the popsicle still in his mouth, and you flicked his forehead at how dumb he looked. he grinned and you made fun of how his pretty lips were painted a dull shade of blue.

the two of you sat there in the shade, occasionally looking over to where the crewmates played volleyball. it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to spend hours upon hours together. out of all the high ranking faction commanders, you two were the closest in age. he would often crash on your couch after a long day, and you would admire his annoying, freckled face. uh, no. what the fuck. knock it off. just a crewmate.

after a while, ace grew fidgety. fingers playing with the red beads of his necklace, mouth busy with the ice-cream stick, he asked you, "wanna play a game?"

"hm? sure." you slurped down the quickly melting ice-cream, "what is it?"

"it's called twenty questions." he balanced the small stick between his teeth, leaning back on his forearms. "luffy's navigator taught me the last time i visited them."

you hummed, "what do you do in that?"

"well, you ask twenty questions, genius." he laughed as you glared at him, and picked the ice-cream stick caught between his lips, "yeah, i figured that much out. i mean, that's it? just twenty questions."

"yeah." he nodded, eyeing the plucked wooden stick in your hands for a second before dragging his gaze up to yours. god, you were so pretty that some days ace wondered if he would go in overheating just by looking at you. probably not. but what if?

you flicked the stick away, turning towards him, "so, wanna play or what?"

turns out, ace is an absurd man. you found that out as you two were on your eighteenth question. the sun dipped below the horizon and the clouds reflected back myriad of shades, painting you and the man next to you in a thousand hues.

"huh?!" your eyes widened comically, words spluttering into a half-sob-half-laugh, "repeat that, please."

he nodded, repeating solemnly like he didn't hear himself, "i said if you had to fuck one warlord, who would it be?"

"jesus christ." your rubbed your temple, "i dunno, like mihawk? the emo thing kinda gets you going."

"tasteful choice, i agree. you think he's a vampire?" he brushed off the comment, shaking his head, "no, wait, we've seen him in the sunlight. wait, have we? anyways, your turn. ask away."

"well, i'll ask something normal." you hummed in deep thought before asking, "if you could have any devil fruit, which one would it be?"

"mine, obviously." he flashed you a cashmere smile, "somebody as hot as me must ofcourse have a hot power."

"you're cheesy as fuck," your lips puckered up as if you had something sour, "dumbass."

but marco called you both over to help set up the campfire. and so, you followed ace as you both got up to walk over to where the rest of the crew was. chatting, chugging bottles upon bottles of sake, and laughing about days long gone.

the sand got stuck between your toes, the wind blew your hair over and you could just watch awestruck as ace turned around, giving you a soft smile before tugging your wrist and running towards the crew.

"i'll fall!" you shrieked but followed him nonetheless. you would probably follow that man to the depths of hell, it seemed.

by the time you both were free, it was dark. the moon hung low, the sky lay exposed with millions of stars, the dying embers of the campfire still twinkling as ace sat down on a log next to you. the rest of the crew had either slept on each other or retired to their rooms, having drank down every inch of sake available.

"ugh," you groaned, "gotta restock in the next island."

ace laughed, and the sound was so soft. he sounded like a boy in a wrong reality, so young. "why are you so sad? didn't get any today?"

"as if i'd get any with those fuckers drowning anything that even barely resembled liquor." you grumbled, and the fiery boy could only stare at you for a second. taking in your barely illuminated form, the steady rise and fall of your chest, your eyes as you sighed and fluttered them shut, and your arms as you stretched them over your head.

you were adorable. and he was an idiot for fancying his own fucking crewmate.

he shook his head as if to gently pull himself away from staring at you too hard, and you turned to look at him strangely, "what?"

"n-nothing." the section commander muttered, choosing to look at the dying embers in front of him. blushing furiously, you chose to focus on the same welcome distraction.

you air grew thick with tension, the kind both of you got crushed under like bugs. so you cleared your throat, rubbing your palms together as you quipped up, "wanna finish that game?"

"yeah." ace mumbled, mindlessly copying your actions by running his palms against each other, "two more questions, right? you start."

mulling over his words for minute, you tipped your head back to gaze at the stars. you sighed, "if you weren't a pirate..." you paused, "then, what do you think, what kind of job would you have?"

he tipped his head back all the same, hand coming to rest a mere inches away from yours. the glowing charcoal casted a subtle glow against his toned chest, the metallic necklace shimmering against his skin. he finally spoke, "i don' know, really. just think i'll do everything to stay with my brothers. whether that's to become a thief, or to become a marine."

you slowly turned your face to look at the somber man next to you. portagas d. ace rarely got quiet. he was all high-spirits and boyish laughs, freckled nose scrunched up in mischief when he wasn't busy leading the whitebeards to victory. but whenever he got back from seeing luffy, there would be a certain gloom that clung onto his aching bones — the kind he tried to laugh away and hid behind bowls upon bowls of food.

you never understood why seeing his younger brother filled him to the brim with regret. after all, monkey d. luffy was all smiles and reckless punches, right? but one drunken night, he confessed to you about sabo. heavy words, forlorn eyes, a man racked up with guilt. no. a boy racked up with guilt over not being able to chase off death.

your fingers inched closer to his, and your pressed your soft palm against his hand. squeezing down slowly, you found yourself comforting the fire-fist without even as much as a single word.

now, the same man boy next to you cleared his throat, squeezing your soft hand right back. as he dragged his eyes from the night sky back to your face, he gave you an earnest smile, "but then, i would have never met you, and what a shame that would have been."

warmth blossomed from the tips of your fingers to the tip of your nose. what a bother. you huffed, trying to hide away anything that gave away your voracious heart, "you're so cheesy, ace."

"hah, only for you." he was all smiles. he snuck in a prolonged breath, "okay then... my turn, right? if you could join any other pirate crew which would it be?"

"aha, i know this!" you lit up, "your brother's."

"the strawhats?" ace looked genuinely surprised and you nodded, "i wanna see what kind of weirdo are you responsible for. up close."

"that's fair." he shrugged, "okay, last question. go."

"d- d'you think that some day..." you drawled on, fingers stilling against his warm skin, "that some day, we'd leave this place? retire, and do something else with our lives maybe. i don't know if i wanna still be running from marines when i'm all sagging skin and weak bones."

"do you wanna leave?" he asked softly, and you shook your head, "no. i love pops, obviously. but... like i said—"

"—you don't wanna be seventy and still with a bounty on your head?"

"maybe, yeah? if i live for that long, anyways."

"then, i suppose i would have no choice but to follow you. just promise me good food, and i'll come with." the man said it so easily, but he knew it with every inch of his heart. he would follow you to hell and back, if you ever let him.

"tch." you pulled your hand back to your chest, you palm still slightly warm from his body temperature, "what's gotten into you? stop flirting."

"okay, my last question. ready?" he spoke softly, gaze searching your face and studying the flush as you looked away from him.

portagas d. ace moved closer to you, his fingers gently taking your palm in his own slightly burnt ones, and interlocking them. he exhaled, eyes meeting yours, "if i kissed you right now, will you kill me? or will you kiss me back?"

what? your eyes instinctively moved to his pretty lips. soft, pink lips that you've daydreamed about too often in the past few days. should you lean in? or should you tease the man some more?

well, you've never been a saint, have you?

a smile tugged at your lips as you pulled at hand back to yourself again, "hm, i think i will kiss you back. but for that, you'd have to kiss me first."

and with that you took off.

"hUH?!" ace's voice shot up as you bolted away from him, and he chased after you without a second thought, "come back, oh my god."

the sand under you feet almost made you fall but you reached the sea before your crewmate could catch you. clothes growing heavy as they wetted, you moved inwards till you were submerged till your waist in the cold, oceanic water.

the water around you reflected the star-studded sky, and among them you looked like an ethereal being. divine.

"hey!" ace yelled, a small pout on his lips, "that's unfair! come back!"

you found yourself giggling, "why?" you pouted back, "come get your kiss, ace."

"ugh, aren't you troublesome?" he groaned but a grin broke out on his face as he walked towards where you stood, each step drawing you two close. when he stood barely a meter away, his feet wobbled, "if i faint, you're gonna have to carry me back princess style, understand?"

"why? marco will save you, princess. hey, don't fall!" you teased, but ace wobbled again and the smile on your lips shriveled up into a frown. you found your feet moving to him. fighting the push of waves, you reached the man and supported his figure. hands on his toned torso, eyes staring up at him, concerned. "are you okay?"

he wrapped his strong arms against you and grinned like the devil itself. you found the muscles flexing against your wet clothes, gaze trained as he stared you down. what an asshole. he was pretending.

you glared at portagas d. ace, "you cheated."

"no, i didn't." his face titled downwards expectantly, hot breath fanning your nose, "i just tried to get what was rightfully mine."

"and what's that?" you whispered up at him.

"this." his finger lifted your chin up and he pressed a soft, chaste kiss. his lips slotted against your, soft lips dancing against yours so gently. but then his grip on your chin tightened, and he pressed himself against you heavier.

hand tightening against your waist, chest flush against his and tongue passing your pretty lips. as ace pulled back, he smiled to himself. closed eyes, parted kiss-bitten lips and flushed nose and cheeks. what kind of forbidden alchemy were you? and how did he get so lucky?

"huh," you opened your eyes to catch his smile, "looks like you really do run warm."

and turns out he's not "just a crewmate" either. a day full of discoveries, it seems!

credits: @bucciniexe for the bby boy header! tagging: @help-i-lost-my-sock [i hope you genuinely like it!]; @chrollohearttags [ur tags on one of my ace fics were so funny, i had to tag you]; @tetsuskei [you told me ages ago to tag you in ace fics aaah :')] a/n: DROPPING TWO FICS IN TWO DAYS?! WHO AM I?1 omg i had so much fun writing this. don't tell anybody this, but i feel maybe my writing's block is slowly going away. yay! maybe i can upload consistently? who knows? anyways, ace has become one of my favs since i saw his greasy ass in alabasta and declared he's to be the father of my children [he's a 2d man, help].

[recareels]

good meowning everyone (ᴗ˳ᴗ) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 it thunderstormed all night last night—thick, roiling growls of thunder and bright silver strobes of lighting that would turn the whole sky purplish—and i felt sooo cozy under my fluffy blanket with wesley curled up on my legs!!

but all i could think about was cuddling with sunday during a vicious thunderstorm (/ω＼) i just feel like he would be so comforting n warm; being wrapped up in his arms & tangled up in his body would feel so homey and safe—lips gliding along your head as he murmurs out the sweetest nothings, sentiments hot and breathy and silky smooth with love as they seep into your scalp, each and every one punctuated with a firm kiss; the muscles in his arms flexing in a way that’s almost gentle, dainty, as he tugs you even closer to him with every rumble or thunder or flare of lightning; the vibrations of his chuckles as you press responding kisses to his chest—over his heart, against his sternum, strung in a sweet garland across his collarbone—soaking into your mouth and cheek in pleasant lil tingles (ㅅ´ ˘ `) aaaaaaah so dreamy!!

[drabblesandimagines]

400 requests~ AAAAAAAH CONGRATULATIONS ON 400 I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU OMG (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ May that following increase and the journey ahead be an enjoyable and rewarding one!

May I request a Joshua x Reader? Where reader gives as good as she gets and they banter/tease one another? Developing relationship with secret smiles and whispers (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Ty so much my dear, please take careeeeeee! And congratulations once again ❤️ 🎉

Thank you so, so much! <3 Sorry this took me an age - I hope you enjoy it. I had fun writing it in all its fluffy nonsense. Banter Joshua Rosfield x fem reader

You smile at the sight of Joshua breaking his fast in the Ale Hall. Jote is by his side, as usual, eyes watching him like a hawk as he picks idly at his plate. You stride over, a bounce in your step and sit down to his left, nimbly stealing a piece of Maeve’s famous sweet bread off his plate.

“Morning.” You grin, before taking a bite. If Jote could kill with looks alone, you’d be long gone.

“Good morning.” Joshua nods in acknowledgement, suppressing a grin.

“There is still food being served, my lady.” Jote states, politely.

You finish your mouthful and smile, sweetly, in the Phoenix attendant’s direction. “I know. I didn’t think Joshua would mind sharing, though.” “Oh, I certainly do mind.” He replies, though his tone is teasing. “Only because my lady is surely sweet enough.”

“Careful – if you make me faint, Tarja will be most displeased.”

“Then I will be sure to be swift enough to catch you.”

“Hm,” you muse, looking him up and down. “I’ll believe that when you finally best me in the pit, for how many times is it now that I have sent His Grace down upon his backside?”

Jote’s nostrils flair in annoyance.

“Very true,” Joshua chuckles. “I will mind my words to avoid an unnecessary trip to the infirmary. Speaking of,” he turns to the woman besides him, “Jote, I know Tarja would appreciate your help again there this morning, if you’d be so kind.”

“If you are sure, Your Grace. I do not mind… watching over your training session.”

Jote had been vehemently against your tutelage of Joshua in the pit, even though it had been at Clive’s request. Your weapon was similar to that of the delicate blade Joshua wields and knowing the repercussions of what the use of aether did to the body, Clive was keen for him to start utilizing it properly in battles. Though the Undying had tutored the Phoenix to the best of their ability, Clive had noted areas of improvement whilst fighting alongside Joshua and you had immediately come to mind… much to Jote’s chagrin at the constant, somewhat flirtatious banter you and the blonde had relaxed into throughout your training sessions together. “I’ll be fine, Jote. Thank you.” Joshua smiles, warmly, and you see her relax a little at his words.

“I do not wish to face Tarja’s wrath if I were to send Joshua back to his sickbed, so I promise to be most careful.” You try and reassure too, but the way Jote’s lips fall into a tight line as she gets to her feet, bows her head and heads off towards the infirmary tells that you hadn’t quite hit the mark you intended.

Joshua waits a moment to be sure Jote is clear of the Ale Hall before he drops a hand under the table, subtly reaching for your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. “Sweet one,” he leans into you to whisper the nickname he’s bestowed upon you for moments such as this, “Once again, I must insist you stop tormenting poor Jote.”

“She makes it so eas-“

A firm squeeze of your hand cuts you off.

“My apologies.” You concede. “In my defence, I was being sincere about the last bit though – I do not wish to send you back to your bed with too much exertion.”

“You will not.” He lets go of your hand, somewhat reluctantly, and stands. “Shall we?”

“Let’s.”

--

A little while later, the two of you are catching your breath after a round of sparring in the pit.

“That was much better.” You wipe the back of your hand over your brow. “I only knocked you down three times.”

“Twice,” Joshua corrects.

“No, it was definitely three.”

“No, it was definitely twice.” He retorts. “The third time you are referring to does not count.”

You tilt your head, curious. “And why is that, Your Grace?”

Joshua scoffs. “You know exactly why, sweet one.”

“No, I don’t.” You cross your arms. “Enlighten me.”

He sighs. “I will reiterate that kissing me on my cheek is not an acceptable move in combat.”

“Says who? It’s an excellent distraction technique, as you have experienced.” You grin, thinking back of how flustered Joshua had got when you’d pecked him on the cheek… before thwacking the hilt of your blade across the back of his knees to send him toppling down into the sand of the fighting pit.

“Oh, really? Pray tell, who engages with this technique?”

“Me, for a start.”

“Anyone else I might know?”

“Why, Barnabas Tharmr. How do you think he conquered Ash all those years ago?”

Joshua can’t help but laugh at that, taking a step closer. “Of course, pecked his way up to the throne. No-one else?”

You hum in thought. “Clive of course. His foes are always commenting on how handsome he is in battle, so he gives them a quick kiss and down they go. In fact, I heard he kissed a Morbal once-”

“Oh, hello, Clive.” Joshua interrupts, looking behind you. Your heart skips a beat as you spin on your heels, ready to utter a thousand apologies… ..only to find the dock behind you is empty. You turn back, Joshua’s name on your tongue to admonish him, only to find his lips meet yours instead and he kisses you, a hand cupping your cheek and causing your mind to become utterly blank.

It only lasts a moment when he sideswipes at your ankles and sends you toppling down to your backside with a boyish grin.

“You’re right,” he crouches down and offers you his hand, “it is a good distraction technique.”

-- PS: I love Jote, really! Just had to tease her a little bit too.

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[yourlocalstranger123]

Hi! its me again.do u write for the side characters too?if yes can u do a hc of how they would react if a really short MC can pick them up?if u don't write them can u do it for the bros btw can I be ✨anon?thx in advance!

YES! hiii ✨️ anon!

Obey me! x short! Reader

How do they react to short! MC picking them up?

Damn, you're hella strong.

[Part 1]

Part 2 (side characters)

Sorry in advance, some of the pictures idk who they came from.

Characters: obey me, brothers.

Bold is reader. (Reader is like dominant)

Warning; long, slight begging(light), good boy mentions, VERY VERY SLIGHT sussy, ¡!cringe!¡ (I need help with my life)

Note; the picture is an example/how they look like. You'll understand when you read one of them.

~Oldest to youngest~

LUCIFER

Twitter artist: kuso_gk666

Lucifer was in his office as usual, doing work. Although today would be his last day of his pride.

"Luci! You promised me you would sleep!"

"Ah, sorry dear. Just few more papers, I'll go to sleep."

You knew he wouldn't only do a few papers.

"Luci, you don't want me to do this."

"Pfft, what are you gonna do? Pick me up?"

As he said smirking, looking down to you. 'Your just too short' He thought.

"Yes."

"Wha—"

He flinched when he didn't feel his feet on the ground. He looked at you baffled. His face was red as his eyes. He didn't expect that!

"P– put me down now!"

"Awww, did someone's pride been broken into pieces by short little me~?"

You gave him a smirk, snarking at him. His face was so easy to read. He really thought you could do nothing because of your height? Oh he was so wrong. You went on the bed but did not let go.

"[Name], were already on the bed. Put me down already!"

You wouldn't let go that easily now would you?

"Say the special word then."

He was confused. 'What special word?' He thought.

"Hah...I guess I just have to tell you. Beg."

He was bewildered by your response. He tried covering his face but you grap his wrists so he couldn't cover his face.

"I guess I'm not letting you go now."

He doesn't want you to let go He looked away, hesitantly....

"Please.....[name]?"

Augh- that hit you right in the heart. You let go of him, slowly putting him on the bed. Putting the blankets over him.

"Good boy. Now that wasn't so hard is it?—"

He felt the smirk on his hand that was covering your mouth.

"Sh- shut. Let's just go to sleep."

Now you do it every time he does this. He always expects this. His face shows annoyance but you knew...He loves it

MAMMON

Twitter artist: kurekachan

Note; well I didn't originally found this on Twitter, I was on Reddit and I saw the art and in the comments, the person who posted it linked the artist and told me it was in Twitter and the account. I didn't press the link so if I was wrong I am so sorry

"Pfft, wow. Never thought I would see the great Mammon get tied hanging upside-down."

"H– hey!.....augh, lets not talk about this, let me down!"

You didn't budge and just looked straight in the eyes. He knew what you wanted, you wanted him to beg for it.

".....please, pretty please [name]!"

You quickly untied him but he still didn't feel his feet touch the ground. You were carrying him! Just how??? You were so short!

"Let's go shopping, yeah?"

His eyes brighten up, although the tip of his ears is still bright red.

"Are you gonna let me down now?"

You didn't awnser and just ran out of the door.

Rumor was that there was a speedy midget carrying someone to the mall with the avatar of greed

He wonders why you bought some bunny ears.

LEVIATHAN

Twitter artist obm_kuki

You guys wanted to go home, play some video games and watch anime. But Levi got a twisted ankle from running too fast and tripping, and this is how you got here.

"I can still walk!"

"With what workable leg."

"My right one!"

"...you damn know that you cannot walk unless you drag yourself right?"

"...."

"Hahh....I guess I gotta—"

*swoop*

"AaaAAaAH?!"

You made a mental reminder to buy some earplugs. Damn you almost needed a docter-

"P- put me down!"

"No. You have a twisted ankle AND no one is literally Here beside us so no one is gonna see us. Jeez."

"Fine...."

*later*

"PFFT AHAHAHAHAHAHA, I CANT— BREA- BREATHE!" Asmodeus was laying down, gasping for air. While the other brothers were trying to not laugh. Attempt failed Apparently, your other friend (me 🤭) posted you two on media, and Asmodeus saw it.

Now Levi is in his room, not even budging when hearing a conversation about ruri - Chan or his beloved video games. Although he did want to just bust down the door when he heard you talking about a new game. He is the one who is supposed to do that with you! My, my! So jealous

Perhaps he would come outside if you come in his room and convince him?

SATAN

Damn....Satan may have mistaken your alcohol as water.

Welp! It's your responsibility, not mine! Cya—

"Hgnh....[name] don't go!~"

Great. He can't correctly walk anymore, and if I leave him alone he'll destroy everything if something goes wrong! What did you do shortie? You picked him up.

"Ah— oh! Pfft, why are you picking me up? What? Am I a cat or something? Haha!"

You can smell the awful smell of alcohol from him.

*later that day*

"Why is Satan screaming and running around? And why is he red?" Beel asked, concerned also because he could destroy everything. And the kitchen!

"Well apparently [name] picked him up but he kept bothering them. So [name] decided to prank them when he gets sober up. [Name] put him in a maid dress with cat ears and tail, then they made a video. And Satan remembers when [name] picked him up." Lucifer told beel, as he glared at the laughing Asmodeus.

Yeah, Asmodeus didn't go unharmed well he did since he can't get his precious skin get damaged! but the area around him didn't.

Video;

"You like the outfit hm?"

Yeah! I- its like a cat!"

His word slurred but you still understood.

"Can you say that you won't ever drink anything that's mine without permission?"

"AhEm, I won't ever drink anything that's yours without permission!"

"Good boy—"

Satan turned it off quickly. Embarrassed, he still remembers so vividly of the warmth of your hand on his face. How he felt when you said 'good boy.'

ASMODEUS

Obey me

It's his birthday! You wanted to take a picture of him. After you took the picture you noticed he didn't move.

"Hey, let's go. We don't wanna miss your party now do we?"

"Of course darling! It's just....I think my leg gave out on me—

oh– oh my!"

"This fits you as a pReTtY LiTtLe PriNcEsS."

"H- hey!...well that was pretty funny"

You smirked at his confession. You could never get tired of his beautiful smile.

"But I didn't expect you were so strong but yet so short!"

"...."

'Damn....he was right though' you thought.

You both went in the party, it was truly a good day. Soon to be a good night. He surely would have a beautiful lustful smile.

BEELZEBUB

Twitter artist: SnailTato

You saw him in strength many times. Now you wonder how strong you were! And thats how you and Beel got here.

"[Name], I don't think this is a good idea though. Are you sure?"

"Yup! I am NOT gonna go back to my words. Heh."

You had to do some convincing that you wouldn't be squished by him. He shut his eyes then he jumped, he felt arms carrying him. He opened his eyes and saw you....how??? You were so short though! And He was huge!

"See! I'm strong enough!"

*later*

Beel was piggy-back riding on you, Diavolo was impressed by your strength! Luci was very, very concerned. He was ready to put a safety magic spell just for in case. You also gifted Beel pocky sticks. But he was still hungry, for your warmth. Maybe you could hold his hands/body in a different way hm?

BELPHEGOR

Deviantart artist: il-lumee

You were so tired of waking up and seeing belphie sleeping on the floor beside you with a pillow and a blanket. Like seriously! If you wanted to sleep near our wonderful, darling [name] then just sleep on the bed not the floor and if there's no space just wake them up.

As much it was rather cute, but still no.

The next day, you stayed awake but pretended to sleep. You heard the door creaking and a loud

*thud!*

He fell didn't he....you stood up and walked to him. He woke up but still half asleep. Until he saw your face and didn't feel the ground.

He jolted

"Stop moving around, where did this sudden burst of energy from the avatar of sloth, you sleepy head."

Well how do you feel when you see a shortie picking you up!

You set him on the bed, you spoon him.

(He probably likes being the big and small spoon)

He sighs. Well, at least he doesn't have to sleep on the hard floor just to be next to you. He falls asleep as he snuggles closer to you.

[rainbow-pop-arts]

Living With Your Brother and His Boyfriend (headcanons)

Kurapika x Little sibling! reader (and Kurapika x Leorio)

So this is the headcanons version of the scenarios of you living with your big bro Kurapika and his boyfriend Leorio! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Yeah, you and Kurapika definitely didn’t have a home since you guys were always traveling.

So y'all are moving in with Leorio in his apartment!!

Your own room would be the one that used to be a guest room.

Yaaay, you get to go shopping for your room’s decor!

Sometimes you would sleep in LeoPika’s room because of a nightmare or you feel like it.

It would be cute if you go to school!

Oh wait, you need a last name to register?

Well, I think the Kurta clan didn’t do last names so I guess you and Kurapika are taking Leorio’s.

Welcome, Y/n Paladiknight! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

Anyways, when it comes to school, there’s homework.

But don’t worry, your big bro Kurapika and your big bro’s boyfriend Leorio are here to help!

I think Leorio can mostly help with biology and Kurapika mostly with history.

Parent-teacher’s meeting but instead of parents it’s the student’s big sibling and the big sibling’s lover

Movie nights yaaaaaay!

Can Kurapika cook? Maybe he did helped when his parents cooked but can he really?

Either way, it would be nice when Leorio comes home to see that Kurapika and you cooked dinner.

And even when the food tastes…interesting, Leorio would appreciate the thought and hard work! 

Plus, you and Kurapika could bond with Leorio by him teaching you guys how to cook.

Aaaaaaah, sometimes it gets pretty awkward when you, the little sibling, sees Kurapika, your big brother, being all lovey-dovey with Leorio. (˶˃⤙˂˶)

But despite that, you still love seeing your brother happy! And you would be happy for Leorio to be your brother-in-law (if y’know what I’m saying (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵))

Thanks for reading! I have a StrawPage so please do check it out and draw a doodle or send me something there! ( •̀ ᴗ - )✧

[spockanalia-archive]

Spockanalia #1: Record Review

By Dorothy Jones

Art by DEA

Record Review

by Dorothy Jones

In January of this year I sent Mr. Nimoy a copy of "The Territory of Rigel," explaining that it was a song text but that the music was yet to come.

"This leads to another point," I continued; "does Spock sing? Which is to say: do you? If so, what range?"

"I doubt that Mr. Spock will ever sing," he wrote back, "but Leonard Nimoy has on occasion. The range is very low, there have been some inquiries about the possibility of recording, and I frankly have not yet decided what to do about it."

It must have been only shortly thereafter that he did decide, and arranged to record with Dot Records. An album called Leonard Nimoy Presents Mr. Spock's Music from Outer Space has been out for three or four months; a single, The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins, is about to be released.

The five instrumental pieces in the album are among its weakest parts. The Mission Impossible theme and Music to Watch Space Girls By are purely fillers and add nothing to the record. The Star Trek theme—embellished with bongo drums, electric organ, and female voices going aaaaaaah—is not much better. Beyond Antares (an instrumental setting of Lt. Uhura's song in "The Conscience of the King" is much easier to listen to, although it suffers from the same embellishments. I would have preferred to hear it sung, either by Mr. Nimoy or by Miss Nichols. The fifth piece, Where No Man Has Gone Before, is a surprise: a competent arrangement of an interesting melodic line based on the few phrases (under "Space, the final frontier…") which led from the teaser into the Star Trek theme. Why weren't they all as good as that?

Of the three songs in the album, two were taken from musical comedies. Where is Love (from Oliver) is a beautiful song of its type: its tender melodic line is well suited to Mr. Nimoy's very gentle voice, and its lyrics are entirely appropriate to Spock. Mr. Nimoy selected the song for that reason. I consider it the best band on the record.

Lost in the Stars (from the musical of the same name, based on Alan Paton's Cry, The Beloved Country), the song of the man who feels God has forgotten him, is perhaps more suitable to the denizens of the Twentieth Century than to Spock. Though he may occasionally indulge in desperation, he never despairs. However, the song is again well written and beautifully sung.

The third piece, You Are Not Alone, was written for this album. It is a protest against the unpleasantness of mankind which is about to be directed against the inhabitants of other planets. The point is well taken, and both the writer and the singer are very sincere. (Mr. Nimoy is one of the people over 30 whom you can trust.) I wish it had been written with a lighter hand; it has an unhappy streak of corn.

The three narrative pieces are reasonably authentic Spock. In Alien he describes himself with fair accuracy: "so much like you, and yet so unalike…no feelings show in me. Perhaps I'm better off than you…but I pay a price to be from human feelings free. Perhaps in me you see your destiny."

Mr. Nimoy narrates Visit to a Sad Planet not partially but entirely in the character of Spock, with his level intonation and occasional pauses to check the suitability of a phrase. The material is an anti-war protest: Spock visits a ruined civilization and the last survivor tells him how they had destroyed themselves. Asked the name of his world, he says, "We called it Earth." (And so they undoubtedly did, in their language. Had you forgotten Spock's telepathy?) The tone is taken from You Are Not Alone (as are several of the melodic elements), but the treatment is more subtle.

The tongue-in-cheek Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Earth stretches the imagination a little, but only a little. We know, of course, that Spock doesn't drink. But there must be ways (short of viruses, spores, and the pon farr) of getting him to lower his guard. I can imagine the delighted consternation in the Officers' Club, and Captain Kirk grinning into his bourbon on the rocks while his First Officer solemnly declares, "Twinkle, Twinkle, little earth, how I wonder what you're worth…On Cestus Omicron Three, the all-time hit song is Earthdust…don't let the earth get in your eyes."

Mr. Nimoy is a true Russian bass: his voice has a dark, velvety sound and some wonderful low notes. He has a natural sense of what to do with a phrase, but he is not a trained singer. He tends to fade out at the end of a phrase, perhaps because of lack of breath. If ever he gets away from that 14-hour day (not likely, if NBC knows a good thing when it sees one), he should be able to correct this with a little study. Of the more common faults of untrained singers—harshness, nasality, pinched tone, or wobbling tremolo—he has none. There is a great warmth in his voice: a very tender and gentle sound, when the material permits it.

The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins had not been released at the time of this writing, but it was performed on July 27th on a truly abominable television program called Malibu U. Mr. Nimoy lounged on a rock and sang to a half dozen addled females who will not, I hope and trust, be part of the record itself.

The song could have been better or worse. Its melody was lifted, I should think, about 50-50 from Davy Crockett and The Purple People Eater. In its general tone it is no more astray than the Ballantine cover of The Hobbit. It is perhaps a bit more patronizing, but not unduly so—the sort of attitude one of the Big Folk would have taken toward Bilbo's adventures.

The line describing Bilbo as "the greatest little hobbit of them all" might be taken as a slur against Frodo, except that the rest of the song, speaking of Bilbo in the present tense, can clearly be dated between 2942 and 3018 Third Age (1342 and 1418 Shire-Reckoning). Indeed, the piece might well have been composed by one of the Men of Bree; and, since Mr. Nimoy is the only man I ever laid eyes on who could play Strider, the effect is quite pleasant and not at all out of tune with Tolkien's universe.

When I met Mr. Nimoy last December, he had not read The Lord of the Rings. Indeed, I believe he had never heard of it. When Karen Anderson met him this July, she got the impression that he had at least read The Hobbit and had loved it.

If Bilbo Baggins goes well, she told me, he intends to do a whole album of Tolkien songs. This would be a very good thing. He might, perhaps, do the Flanders and Swann settings of some of these songs. Certainly, Mr. Nimoy is capable of doing justice to much better material than Dot has given him so far.

FOR SALE

Sets of 18 film frames from Star Trek 1966-67—suitable for mounting in 16mm slide holders or for projection. Shots of Kirk, Spock, various views of the ship. $5 per set.

TO BE AUCTIONED AT NYCON

Incomplete sets of frames as above

Scripts of Star Trek

Sketches of scenes from the new season's shows

Female's tunic, green velour, about size 12

ALL MONIES TO GO TO THE TRANS-OCEANIC FAN FUND (TOFF)

Interested parties contact the Trimbles, [Address Redacted]

Note: With the help and guidance of Open Doors, we digitized the first volume of Spockanalia and imported it to AO3, which you can view here. In order to meet AO3's terms of service, some of the content was edited or removed. The full version of the zine is preserved on this blog. The masterpost is here.

[cecilyacat]

Row 14/31 done! That's 224/496 pieces sewn together 😊

I went to a choir rehearsal weekend last week and got 13 pieces done between the travel and the rehearsals (also a friend kindly took a picture of me and the blanket again!). Fun fact: I had forgotten to pack a needle for sewing so when I arrived in town, I first had to go search for a shop that sells needles to actually be able to work on this 😅 I found some though so the problem was quickly solved :) (Thanks to Müller for having a very well-stocked crafts aisle!)

We're getting closer to the halfway point...!!! Aaaaaaah!

I've also finally measured the blanket - I calculated it would be 1m wide and 2m long, the width is now 1,10m which means I was off by about 0,65 cm per piece. If that holds true for the length as well the blanket will end up being 2,20m long. In theory I could now leave out some rows to go back to 2m but honestly, I've knitted all the pieces, I'll sew them all together now. There are no requirements for the size of the blanket so no one will care. 😉 (Except maybe Tilly being happy to have more space to lie on 😁)

The pattern is "Puzzle Pieces" by Megan Ellinger and can be bought on Ravelry. Find my other progress posts under the tag "#puzzle pieces blanket".

[touratoura]

Attached is the one for gender. Same rules as that one apply. Sorry if I don’t have yours. Sorry you can’t choose multiple, trust me, I’m multiple too. Gray-anything counts here. Have some candy.

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 2nd June ✨

I feel like I haven’t had lots of listening time this week, but what I have heard has been amazing!  

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (154) ohh I am such an arachnophobe but I loveddd the return of LEM. Clem selling Danielle out sure is a CHOICE but tbh Danielle has such Ethel vibes this season that I assumed she was who Clem was going to visit when she was introduced. If anyone can stare down all 8 of Ethel’s eyes, it’s our girl Danielle. I want her to blow strawberry smoke in them from her new sexy cigarette holder. I had been wondering how the other boat could possibly house our nautical murderer but they can fly!! Duh! Imagine being stuck in a room with futuristic Vermin Supreme while there’s a vampire outside?? Bonkers. 

I’m SO desperate for the next episode to find out the results of Shank autopsy!! Shelby better get 60000 apologies from the other pigs in the room…… 

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (23) system administrator??? what does that MEAN? I really thought they were going to kiss this episode 🤭 What a lovely story of conservation and love for nature!!! 

👁️ @malevolentcast (42) I am OBSESSED with Yorick’s jaw snap. What a fun sound effect. I honestly can’t be coping with these situations Arthur gets into. A rapier?? Internally?? Sir. Please. You do too much. 

🎙️WTNV (249) I know I say this all the time… but the weather really did slap this episode.

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (18) This one was genuinely unsettling. I can’t believe the neutral response from the autopsy guy?? Literally ‘felt cute, might delete later’?? I would be taking myself straight to A+E to wait 23 hours for a mental health review??? 

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XXXX) AAAAAAAH. SUCH a good episode and SUCH a good ending to the season!! Ohh the acting was SO good. It hurt me to hear Neige like that. Alfie’s rage and panic and despair were so palpable. The scenes at the facility were perfectly gory. I guess the benefit of having a 10000 year old vampire boyfriend is that he’s survived without cars and electricity before and, by God, he’ll do it again. I am wishing Eira nothing but impeccable and easy planning and writing for the next season! I can’t wait!!! 

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E11) eek! I feel very weird writing about something I’m in but just want to share how excited I am to be a part of one of my favourite shows 🩷 a huge thanks to Leanne for having me!!!! 

Today is the last day to support @monkeymanproductions' crowdfunder for their next show Waiting For October! They're so close to their goal!!

[importantdestinydefendor]

Chapter 130 (YAY) thoughts/rambles

Okay, time for my peace of mind!

Hilmes expration on the first page!

Innocentis reaction to the sword nearly missing him lol. Just straight up faints (I would not have been better)

okay flashback time!

VAHRIZ *sobs*

Daryun, the man that you are! You do not know what you do to me!

(Especially that last panel of him training Arslan! *faints*)

ahem enough of that!

Oh, new tid-bit of Gilan! Of course, Narsus was the one who thought of that move! But I do like that Gieve was the one who taught Arslan it.

Nice one Arslan!

GIEVE! That is such a cool panel, holy!

But sad that Hilmes would have lost either way... Now he at least has his life still

ZANDEH MY BOY! How he didn't hesitate!

Saam! Ugh my boyyys!

Alfarid my baby precious! One of my favourit moments of this chapter truly! The understanding between her and Arslan! *violently sobs*

Zandeh kneels? In front of Arslan?? Saams little bow of gratetude when they leave??? My heart! (Also, Arakawa. How does Saams chin get squarer every chapter??? My man is turning into a rectangle!))

Oh I do not like that snake! Not one bit!

Oof Andragoras is menacing! The way he stomps in, how Alfarid and Elam just stare in fear..

and even though everyone is tense Arslan doesn't falter nor move an inch - same for Daryun and Narsus!

YES, Arslan! Stick it to the man!

well would you look at that! Andragoras can be soft. Over 15 years to late, my man

"Your majesty" AAAAAAAH. Suck on that, Andycakes! You won't have any emotional control over Arslan anymore!

STEP BACK FROM MY CHILD, YOU SICK FUCKER!

How the fuck does Andragoras have the lungs to yell that loud! To not only shake the people in the tower but the goddamn tower itself!?!?!

but still, neither Arslan nor Daryun or Narsus budge! They must have some really strong mentallity by now to stand there. Because I would have already jumped out of the tower just going "Nope, not gonna do this."

JESUS CHRIST Innocentis gave me a jumpscare!

(also nice touch that Andragoras only calls him "Innocentis". I don't know, that just jumped out to me (edit: just saw Elams face lol))

Gods, possessed Innocentis really freeks me out. How strong he is

even after Andragoras smashes his elbow in his face, Innosentis just drags - no, carrys - him across the room and yeets the two of them out the window

damn, that last panel is somber in it's simplicity

Bonus! some Au thoughts

Azar coming up behind Andragoras when he stands in the room and holding a sword to his neck

Andragoras being the usual dick he is berates her

she also doesn't budge (because she stubborn like that lol)

I though that would be a nice full circle moment/call back to the first chapter of the Au since there are a lot of them in this ArSen chapter

but Azar gets grabbed by Andragoras and thrown across the room by him ragdoll-style (since Azar isn't that strong compared to him)

Azar crashes into the wall besides Daryun

the others see that she has arrows stuck in her back (aka the leather/armor) and some scratchs from a fight trying to keep Farah's army from coming up the tower

then the whole thing with Innocentis happens

before we can take a breather Farah opens a portal under Alfarid and Azar catapults herself forward to grab her

but also falls in with her (we see another pov of Azar and Alfarid falling spotting Gieve having the same fate)

Chabik (covered in blood) appears and tries to grab the two (same goes for Daryun and Elam) but fails

they watch helpleslly as their friends fall and the portal closes

and the same events that I last talked happen: that Farzin asks Saam for help and they all go to Maar

This will be updated with every new chapter we have since this is the transition to the fanon part of the story.

[life-winners-liveblog]

How is the farm Building ?

Martyn: So thats what it was...uh...it doesn't look like it.

~~~~~

Scar: And I am done with my side!

Pearl: We did it... one block too high...

Scar:... Are you kidding me? Aaaaaaah! I hate this.

~~~~~

Martyn: And they are tearing it down, good- nevermind they are rebuilding it.

~~~~~

Pearl: I hate it...

Scar: Yeah it sucks.

Pearl: We are both expert builders how did we make something so bad.

Scar: I don't know...

Pearl: Guess we have to tear it down again.

~~~~~

Martyn: .... I really hope they realize how bad it looks from down here...

~~~~

Pffttt

Drista?

5/5 stars, they made the most penis shaped skeleton farm ever I love it.

I am sure it can't be worse the Pearls tower in Secret Life, dear, let me loo- oh no it is so much worse, how is it worse?

I don't know but it's great!!!

~~~~~

Scar: ...

Pearl: I wanna burn it down and erase this memory.

Scar: We built a literal mountain range in Boatem.

Pearl: Yes.

Scar: I litterally built a theme park.

Pearl: I'll trust you on that.

Scar: How are we this terrible at building a simple skeleton farm!?!

Pearl: Stress?

Scar: I-... that makes sense.

Pearl: Let's try again, one last time.

~~~~

Martyn: ugh.. guess It's not actively damaging to look at it anymore... still sucks...

~~~~~

Noooo they tore down the giant penis!

It's uh...fine dear...? I am sure there are.. other penis shaped things...elsewhere?

0/5, very offended. >:P

[collapsedglasshouses]

An Angel For Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 2]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PART ONE

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules (she/her)

SUMMARY: Jules knew it would be hard to start her journey as an guardian angel, but the harder part was to let go of her past...

WARNINGS: mentions of panic/anxiety attacks, mentions of blood, swearing, (let me know if i missed something)

A/N: Let me just start with this: AAAAAAAH... thank you... Okay, let's just say this, I cried a little while writing this... This fanfic is gonna break me into pieces, but I can't suffer alone so here is part 2...

TAGLIST: @trvshdxddy @blackveilomens (if you wanna be added, pls let me know in the comments)

Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

Jules took a deep breath and stared ahead of her. She didn't even know what to do now. Keaton had given her a name and where to find that guy. Noah Sebastian, singer of a metal core band called "Bad Omens", was living somewhere in this street and her first task was to find him.

Jules swallowed hard. She knew Keaton said, it would be easy and how guardian angels are always similar to the person, they need to protect, but at this moment, she couldn't think of a single thing she should have in common with this Noah guy.

She had been a violinist for most of her live, had been what people described as prude or boring and always obeyed to her parents rules. Literally everything she wouldn't think, when thinking of a metal band member.

She never had been a big fan of the harder kinds of music, calling herself a die hard Swiftie, during her short lifetime. The life size cardboard cutout of Harry Styles that was probably still standing in her bedroom couldn't have agreed more to that.

She sighed while walking down the street. She asked herself if Keaton couldn't have been a bit more precise with his explanations and instructions, when she walked up to the third door and didn't read the names she was looking for. It bugged her that she couldn't just pull out her phone to type in the address and she found it rather bold from those angels that they hadn't given her some kind of device or powers to make it easier for her to find her target. What made her even more mad was, when she realised she couldn't fly. She felt robbed. She was literally just an invisible spirit with a task to fulfill that wasn't just finding her well deserved peace.

She couldn't do anything cool and she was literally invisible to everything and everyone.

She stopped in her tracks, when she realised that. She was in fact invisible. How the hell was she supposed to help Noah, if he can't even see her? Was he even allowed to see her? She felt like she was part of an episode of Supernatural and was about to meet the Winchester brothers.

When she started to walk again, she let her gaze wander over the houses. At least she would be in a good neighborhood. Not like she had to worry about being kidnapped anymore (you know, the sad things women need to worry about) but it was still somehow calming her nerves a bit.

When she walked up to the fourth house, she finally read the last names Keaton had told her about. She was about to be pleased with her work, when she notices the next problem.

What now?

She couldn't just ring the bell and show herself.

Like...

Hey, I'm your guardian angel, your friend Keaton sent me.

She was pretty sure, she couldn't even show herself at all.

Jules let out an frustrated groan, before looking around, trying to find another way to get into the house. Sadly she had also learned the hard way, that she couldn't walk through walls, when she tried it about an hour ago.

She snuck around the house, just to find a fence, she definitely couldn't just climb over. She sighed again and looked at the building. It looked like a typical upper class house in Los Angeles. At least it looked like their music was starting to pay off.

She still tried to climb up the high fence and if she would have still been alive she definitely would have broken at least a bone.

"Why can't I just fly!" She screamed out in agony. "This is such bullshit."

While she continued to mutter out profanities and tried to climb up the fence, the front door opened and none other than Folio and Davis step out of it.

She stopped in her tracks, when she heard their voices.

"I thought Noah already went grocery shopping with Ruffilo?" She heard one of the guys say and was sure she almost reach high speed after hearing that name while sprinting to the door. She saw two men, one with with short dark hair and one with long hair and a streak of grey in it.

"Nah, Noah was in the studio all day and Nick drove to his girlfriend. I think that's on us today." The man with the grey streak in his hair answered, while fidgeting with his car keys.

She couldn't concentrate on their conversation any longer, her only goal being to slip into the house as fast as possible before it was closed again. Right before the second guy got the chance to lock her out again, she, again, ran as fast as she could and soon found herself standing inside the house. She literally felt like an intruder.

So, where is he? She thought to herself and carefully looked around the room, she was standing in. It was the living room. To her right was a staircase. When she heard some noise from above, she decided it would be best to go after it.

She took her first steps really quietly until she released that nobody would hear her, so her steps became a bit more eager. Quickly, she found the room the noise was coming from and to her luck and surprise, the door to the room stood slightly open. Just far enough that she would fit through.

From the inside, she heard someone singing quietly. She felt the goose bumps creeping up her arms and instantly knew without a doubt, that she would find the person she was looking for inside this room.

When the guy stopped for a second, she carefully made her way inside the small studio and took a first glance at the person she would protect from now on. When her eyes laid on him, she felt something inside of her, she never felt before. A feeling she couldn't quiet describe. There were no words in the world for the pureness she felt when her eyes laid on him. Something inside her just clicked and she knew she needed to be close to him.

She took a careful step towards him and took in his form. He was sitting there and played some soft tunes on a keyboard that was connected to his computer. His ears were covered with headphones. From her perspective, she could get a quick glance at his tattooed neck. A hand grabbing an apple and a snake wrapping around said apple perfectly. A clear reference to the story of Adam and Eve.

When he began to sing again, she felt herself drawn even closer to his presence and without even thinking she stepped next to him to get a better look of his face.

He had really beautiful dark eyes and if you looked close enough, you could notice the small freckles on his face. In this moment she was more than glad that he couldn't see her, because she was creepily leaning on the desk to see him better.

Than for a brief second his eyes shot in her direction. That almost made her fall over in shock. She held her chest when she backed away from him. For a moment she legitimately thought, he had looked her dead in the eyes. When her breath finally started to settle again, she noticed it must have been a coincidence, because when she dared to look at him again, he had gone back to his normal position.

At this moment she realised, how bizarre this whole thing really was. She was sitting in the room of a singer, who she hadn't seen or heard of before and was literally as dead as it gets. She stared at a stranger, while just being a fucking spirit in his room.

She wiped over her face in disbelief, before starting to walk up and down his room, while he was humming a melody. She had a feeling, like she couldn't breathe anymore. She was fucking dead. Her live on earth was over.

How the hell was she fitting to be a guardian angel? She didn't have a good attention span and now was suppose to watch a stranger's every move.

Why couldn't she just have her well deserved rest? She was fucking run over by a car. She hadn't even had her first relationship before she died. Why didn't her grandpa just babysit Noah? He had literally 70 years more of life than she had.

When Noah stood up from his spot, Jules was in tears. It was so unfair. Why her? What did she do to deserve this? She was a literal Straight A student, had good friends and did her utter best. Tried to be as perfect as possible. But nothing mattered anymore. Nobody would remember her and the afterlife was cruel enough to not give her some rest.

Noah made his way out of the small studio, but Jules couldn't get up. Her thoughts just didn't stop. She just wanted to go. She wanted to go back.

She couldn't even think about her parents, her chest starting to burn when she thought of them. They showed her nothing but love throughout her life and right now she had a feeling, like she never appreciated them in the slightest. While she was grateful for everything, she still thought far too often that everything in her life was simply given to her. Her parents worked their asses of for her to get the opportunity to go to Juilliard and she was so dumb to get run over by a car, because her phone was that much more important.

With that it was over for her. It felt like someone was clutching her throat. She couldn't take full breaths anymore. Her mind started to race even faster, while her tears felt like literal lava on her skin. She wanted to go back. Wake up in that hospital bed. See her family. Hold their hands. Never let them go. She couldn't do this. How the hell was she supposed to do this?

She cradled her head in her hands and laid on the floor in fetal position, when suddenly...

It was warmer around her. She instantly was able to breathe again. She opened her eyes and found herself back in that white room, where she landed after her grandpa talked to her.

She sat up and looked around.

Next to her sat Keaton.

"What's going on, Jules?" He asked her and stroked her back reassuring. Tears were still running down her cheeks.

"I can't do it, Keaton." She cried out so quietly, Keaton almost didn't hear her. "Why are you even here? Aren't you suppose to protect your people?"

"You are one of my people." He quickly told her. "Just because you are as dead as me, doesn't mean you don't need someone looking over you."

Her heart warmed with that statement. She couldn't believe her ears. Never had she felt so save like she did with him next to her. He made her feel save.

"How am I suppose to help Noah, when I couldn't even help myself?" She asked with a raspy voice.

"You can do it, believe me. I could do it too." He reassured her. "I thought I couldn't do it myself and look at me now. Sitting next to the girl I should have protected." He laughed bitterly. "It's okay to fail. It is more important to know you tried."

She saw how his eyes became watery and quickly reached out to put her arms around him. When he hugged Jules back, it was everything the both needed to go on. For the moment, she didn't want to let go of him, knowing the seriousness of their task would come back soon after. But suddenly...

... Jules heard a shattering noise from downstairs and was quickly snapped out of her thoughts and the save room. She set in the studio for a second. But without even thinking she found herself next to Noah.

She looked around her and was shook to see she teleported herself right next to him. Tears were still streaming down her face, but she immediately looked for Noah, who was now bent over the sink and rinsed his finger, which he cut. He was muttering profanities under his breath, while Jules still tried to contain her cries.

She knew she needed to get over this. It was hard, but this was her life now, if you could even call it that. This was her existence now and she needed to make sure Noah would be save.

She couldn't fail him too.

READ PART THREE HERE.

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #13

Today we're reading PKNA #9: Fountains of the Moon and YAYYY THIS IS A XADHOOM STORY I LOVE XADHOOM!! I'm sure she's doing like really well mentally too like I'm sure that she's just gonna be having a really good time in this story right haha. right?

Cover goes crazy btw. Framed like a renaissance painting. Donald is her damsel in distress and I think that's beautiful.

I love when they draw him all dramatic and backlit oooh he thinks he's sooo cool doesn't he

You guys were flirting with each other like 6 chapters ago tfym "not my friend"? Donald literally calls her "beauty eyes" bro??

WELL I GUESS IT'S A GOOD THING THE TRIPLETS RETURNED FROM AFRICA OFFSCREEN AT SOME POINT BEFORE THE LAST ISSUE CAUSE I GUESS AFRICA ISN'T SAFE EITHER 😭

AAH SCROOGE JUMPSCARE AAAAAAAH

also lol he had to send him a fax. 90s moment.

No wait hold on I think this is a great idea. Actually at this point let's just see if we can shoot him all the way to Africa I think he can make it

Donald just yapping the whole fucking plane ride, you just KNOW he started pulling out photos of his nephews and showing them off. Dork ass loser (affectionate).

Bro called himself Lairduck instead of Ducklair. Real smooth there Uno.

haha. oof.

But I mean heyyy! At least there are two more Xerbian spaceships out there possibly haha!!! That could only mean good things right!!! :3

Xadhoom is so fucking scary looking in this comic I'm like kind of obsessed with it. Extra lanky and bug-like.

Idk what you're talking about I think it's super cool that Xadhoom is driven by nothing but her unquenchable desire for bloodthirsty revenge. Also she's like your only ally so you have to be nice to her.

WELL LOOK WHO'S TALKING also why are his eyes green wait

NNOOOOOOO SHE FUCKINF KILLED HIM

I fucking love when Xadhoom is terrorizing the Evronians I could read like 500 pages of just this

sticking the coloring here in my mouth

Xadhoom is just like damn I'm happy you survived or whatever but also kinda upset that I couldn't kill you in one blast...

........WAIT HIS FULL NAME IS ABRAHAM LINCOLN? (person who has read this whole series before and somehow missed this detail ok 😭)

Anyways... the plot thickens!! Nothing too insane this story, but now we know that there are possibly 2 other Xerbian ships out in space somewhere, and also that the government is doing... uuuh something I guess.

At least I can wind down with some Fangus Tales, surely nothing will happe-

Someone had organized an... EARTHQUAKE????

NOT AGAIN