#toxic cloud cookie

[lilmissytealbow]

Meet: White Callalily Cookie

The empress of the flower kingdom and the mother of White Lily Cookie. She was the first empress who found the Eternal Flower power, to protect her homeland and the cookies too. She always stays here at her kingdom to take care of it, wanted to make her daughter is happy and safe from the outside world but waited to come back home

Meet: Blue Skyflower Cookie

The Empresss’s servant and the flower maiden. She always have her empress’s side to help anyone and remembering about small white flower who came back to see. Loves to tends her perfect garden with joy and love but didn’t like some other cookies who didn’t come in her garden without her permission 

Meet: Toxic Cloud Cookie

The poison cloud sorcerer who’s trying to taking the Flower kingdom. Planning to uses his toxic gas and clouds to rotten all nature and stealing the power of the Eternal Flower. He was trapped inside the vase from the temple shrine forever, but someone has free him from his vase prison but who could that be ?

[outoftheseine]

- JOEL MILLER FIC RECS PART 2 -

forever in love with this grumpy old man <3 | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief. most of these fics are age-gap relationship and some have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

part 1 | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

love in the middle of a fireflight | part 2 | part 3 • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @babydin

your bear | part 2 • joel miller x daughter!reader

↳ by @rrickgrrimes8 (very angsty, hurt/comfort)

a helping hand • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @teacupcollector

a lover's pinch • prof!joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @hier--soir (smut, au, angst, secret relationship)

i will be home for christmas • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @punkshort (no outbreak, fluff, smut, angst but happy ending, hurt/comfort)

lavender • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @justagalwhowrites

seeing you, seeing me • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @amywritesthings (slow burn, smut)

fate, after all • joel miller x f!oc!reader

↳ by @honeyedmiller (fluff, smut, no-outbreak)

ambush | part 2 • joel miller x reader

↳ by @huntergarrity (angst, violence, hurt/comfort)

seams • joel miller x reader

↳ by @fuckyeahdindjarin (self-conscious!joel, shy!reader, fluff, slow burn, explicit)

soft!joel collection • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @cavillscurls (smut, fluff, angst, soft and domestic!joel)

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

daisy, give me an answer • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @dilf-din (fluff)

take this moment • joel miller x reader

↳ by @mylostloversbookmarks (post-outbreak, fluff)

ground me • joel miller x reader

↳ by @huntergarrity (fluff, comfort)

clouded judgement/clear mind • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @bluebeary-jay (violence, angst, hurt/comfort)

keep your eyes on me • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @mgparker (angst, violence, protective!joel)

daydreams • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @morning-star-joy (grumpy x sunshine, fluff)

i hope you are happy • joel miller x reader

↳ by @blissfulbarbie (very angsty, no outbreak)

grays • joel miller x reader

↳ by @softlyspector (domestic fluff, insecure!joel)

sweet creature • dad!joel miller x reader

↳ by @rocketrhap3000 (so fluffy)

lacy • joel miller x reader

↳ by @toxic-seduction (angst but happy ending)

bloodshed, crimson clover • joel miller x fem!doctor!reader

↳ by @morning-star-joy (slow burn, angst, violence)

arms tonite • joel miller x reader

↳ by @motherjoel (angst, reader gets hurt, happy ending)

skater • joel miller x platonic!gn!reader

↳ by @rrickgrrimes8 (angst, hurt/comfort, father figure!joel, tw: drowning)

be my daddy • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @bastardmandennis (no outbreak, smut, fluff, slightly angsty)

how the cookie crumbles • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @egcdeath (no outbreak, fake dating, slow burn, slight angst, fluff, idiots in love)

day after tomorrow • joel miller x reader

↳ by @familyvideostevie (no outbreak, fluff)

it’s your turn for choosing • joel miller x reader

↳ by @familyvideostevie (modern au, fluff)

i’m a feminist obviously • joel miller x reader

↳ by @toxic-seduction (protective!joel, violence)

softness • post outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @joelsgreys (fluff, joel is a dad, tw: premature birth)

as long as i have you • jackson era!joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @beskarandblasters (very fluffy, slight angst)

sweetheart • post-outbreak!joel millet x fem!reader

↳ by @joels-shitty-puns (fluff, light angst)

are you mine? • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @eupheme (protective and soft!joel, fluff, light angst)

a forever thing • husband!joel miller x pregnant!wife!reader

↳ by @honeyedmiller (fluff)

the revenant wife • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @pettyprocrastination

butterfly • joel miller x black!latina!reader

↳ by @stargirlfics (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slow burn)

unlikely friends • joel miller x reader

↳ by @sweetercalypso (fluff)

mischief nights • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @jupiter-soups (fluff, slight angst)

all my casualties of love • joel miller x reader/oc

↳ by @agentmarcuspike (smut, grief)

a matter of timing • joel miller x baker!fem!reader

↳ by @lavenderursa (angst, smut, comfort, neighbours to lovers)

[lovetei]

Heyyy,

I saw your toxic things the demon bros will do to keep you with them and i absolutely fell in love with. More of, my mental health issues felll in love with- ANYGAYSzz

I was wondering if you could maybe do the same for the side characters¿¿¿¿

Also did you drink water today? Cuz if thats a no here you go 💧💧💧💧

And some cookies just incase 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Love anonymous 👑

I'm not actually supposed to post anything for tonight, because I don't know? I didn't get to start anything this morning so I crammed this post T_T

But love lots! Hope you enjoy this piece ^^

But seriously, I was like "Oh shit, the algorithm I don't have!" And proceed to finish this.

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What are the most toxic thing they will do in a relationship just to make you stay with them?

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Warnings: Manipulation, yandere themes, execution, mention of torture, psychological torture, love potions, Mentions of murder, framing, alcohol

Links: Masterlist

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DIAVOLO will use his authority

He's already so happy to have you by his side

And by staying there you already secured the position of the next ruler that will stand beside him

So, why do you have to leave..?

And the reasons

"I'm not fit enough..."

"I don't deserve this much..!"

"There are more people out there that are more worthy than me..."

Won't cut it.

He knows your worth and he's sure you do too.

So why?

Perhaps you're just nervous that you won't be able to match his grace?

You don't need to.

His grace is unmatched among the demons and yours is too among the mortals.

You both are on the same chapter, just on different pages.

So why make things hard for yourself?!

All you need to do is say yes and everything will be taken care of.

Clothes, food, money, status, security and literally anything.

He loves you and you does too so it's not going to be a marriage with no love...

SO WHY?

You're starting to drive him insane, MC.

And he might just do the same to you

So he'll invite you over for a fancy dinner and a few drinks

You accepted, despite knowing that Diavolo might try something after he got you drunk

Thinking that Diavolo forgot that you can't get drunk by just a basic demonus

Fool

That's what you are for thinking Diavolo actually misses something, anything about you

So he changed the bottle of demonus to an actual human liquor but neutralized it's taste by the help of his one, loyal servant

Barbatos

Not even two hour passed by and you're already putty in his hands

Dancing just like how he wants it on his palms

Then he'll slide a paper into the table to you, together with a beautiful pen

He then point at an empty line with his finger and said "Look at that MC, this line right here wants your signature."

"Hmm, why?~"

"Because it's such a huge fan of you and it needs you to become something, someone better, so why don't you give it a sign?" Is what he said while smirking.

And there you are, signing the papers while your mind is clouded with alcohol

Oh what is it?

Just a marriage contract

You don't want it?

Look into rules and regulations, Claus 5

It's against your human rights?

How foolish, you're not in the human world.

You will tell the whole Devildom about it?

Lèse majesté

And what's the punishment for committing that? Simple.

Death.

BARBATOS and his timeline power

He loves you

So much actually

At first, it was fun to be in a relationship with him

It's fun, slowly opening him up like a present and seeing the gift, a part of him that only you know.

He builds up trust for you and so do you for him

Then it started to get suffocating

He won't admit it openly but you know,

You know that the one who kills anyone who dared act close with you is him

And it terrifies you

You may allow it if it actually harms you, severely

But it's not for your protection anymore

He's doing it out of pure annoyance now

He doesn't like you around the brothers

The angels

Solomon

Thirteen

Or even Lord Diavolo

In fact, he doesn't want you around anyone.

And it's making you feel more unsafe

He's starting to isolate you from everyone and everything

He's trying to isolate you from the world

So you decided to end things with him

And he doesn't seem to take it lightly like how you expected...

How did you know?

Simple.

You woke up weeks before that break up happened

You know how it happened and you know who made it happen

It's none other than your boyfriend of course

You thought that maybe if you talk nicely with him he'll actually understand the problem

But he didn't

He started to get more and more aggressive with you

Then when the week end

It repeats

And repeats

And repeats

And repeats again

And again

But it will keep going on like that until you learn

Until you learn that there's no other option than him

No other ending than him

He doesn't mind driving you crazy if it means you'll continue to love him

So good luck, MC.

SIMEON might just ask Father for help

Ho doesn't understand!

Why would you want to break up with him?!

He did everything, MC!

It's not clear!

Nothing is clear!

You just belive that you two are not fit together..?

You don't want him to end up like Lilith..?

He doesn't care!

He'll burn these precious, white wings for you!

He'll kill for you!

He'd actually prefer to end up like Lilith rather than this!

Because, at least, Lilith managed to be with her love until her life ended...

He'd rather be a demon or a human rather then live like the adored angel he is without you...

...

You'll still leave huh?

Alright then.

I guess he has no choice but to ask Father for help

What do you mean it will cause him to fall? Oh dear, it won't.

It might actually even promote him into a higher rank.

Father wants you in his side.

In fact, the whole celestial realm want you on this side

So when he asked "Father, it seems that we need to take even larger measure to have MC side with us. What do you think we can do?"

...oh?

Luke?

What a brilliant plan.

Now,

Let's see if you can still leave knowing an innocent life, Luke, will be put under danger because of this tantrum,

Because of you.

SOLOMON and his hidden antics

Oh dear, angel

His little devil

His most prized possession

His favorite concubine,

You won't be leaving him anytime soon, dear.

When you told him that "I want to break up with you."

He kept himself quite for a while before answering "Let me give it some thought, MC. For now, stay with me."

And just as he expected you listened obediently.

But then, his grip around your waits became more rough

And the hand he used to playfully wrap around your neck became more tight

It's hard...

It's hard to feed you his love laced cooking

But he found out that you just loves, adored even, Luke's baked cookies...

And since you're a human, he knows that Luke creates special cookies just for you

One that don't contain exotic ingredients that will upset your stomach

And it just made the work of latching love potions easier for him

He'll just add a few drops and it will do the magic for him

So, all he has to do sit tight

And wait for you to crawl back to his lap yourself.

RAPHAEL will use spears for example

Haha...

But he loves you, MC..?

He might just start crying if you say more

"Sure... But I'll make sure you'll come back to me..!"

At first, it sounded like a joke and it's funny enough to make you giggle

The beautiful memories of peaceful separation didn't last long after you saw a dead body pinned by spears though

His spears, to be specific

It doesn't even make sense

You don't even know this guy...

He hasn't talk to you and you don't even know him

Hell, you don't even recognize his face...

So what's the catch?

Why is he killing completely random people...

That's what have been running around your mind

You haven't seen him around RAD anymore

And if you do he refuse to answer your questions

Except his face will lightly flush and he'll even smile a little before sa say "Ah~ It's nice hearing your voice..."

His tone, the way he says it, none of theme are innocent

And he made it known that he knows what he's doing

The curiosity didn't last long

Until you found out that the corpses aren't for you from him as a threat

It was for the families of the victims

You found out that each of them have high power among the nobilities of Devildom

And he killed them to make the families think that you're telling him to do so

It's not to make you feel guilty, it for them to start attacking you

Until you're pushed back to a corner where no one else can save you

Except for him.

MEPHISTOPHELES's way only

Ha...

Man he loves you so much...

But all he do is stare at you blankly after you told him you ant to break up

Staring at you like you're just some kid throwing a tantrum

It's Mephistopheles in front of you, I mean, he's rich, handsome, tall, smart and has good family background

If he's a human everybody would have gone crazy over him already

Plus he wears heels and he has a sexy cane

What more could you ask for?

But yeah...

You don't want to be with him forever?

Sure, he'll talk to Diavolo.

"I'll buy MC's contract and I'll put them under my wing." Is all the reason he needs to say and a few more to have Diavolo selling you

What about your family?

This amount will do right?

I mean...

He paid for what your worth so don't expect it to be much.

Anyways, you're his now

By the eyes of the law, money and his

He'll never let you get away?

And if you did try to?

He'll simply frame you for treason and let's see if you won't come crawling back to him

After finding out that he can choose what type of punishment, torture method, to give you.

But don't worry.

He likes the game cat and mouse

He don't like playing it for a long time though

So be careful

His patience isn't as long as the line of money and connection ahead of him

THIRTEEN basically holds your life

Break up?

"You're not." Is all she said as she holds your candle

She's grinning widely as she let your candle melt, its 's wax falling directly in her hands

"Why would you even want to?" She asked even though she knows, no reason can separate the two of you

And if you did say "I don't care." as she holds you candle

She might just accidentally extinguish one of your loved ones candles

So be careful, MC.

Among everyone

She's the only one who won't joke around.

And just so you know

Her patience is shorter than the amount of time it requires to kill someone's fire off of their candle.

[thepenultimateword]

The Un-Gingerbread || Secret Santa 2024

I participated in the Secret Santa writing event again this year! This snippet is for @gingerly-writing! I hope you enjoy! I know you said I could choose just one topic buuuut I ended up kinda combining them all together!

magical girl powers (especially for villains)

something cute and Christmassy turned deadly/bad (Christmas card full of blackmail, evil snow powers, etc)

super niche/useless superpower saves the day

“They’re Christmas cookies,” Hero said blandly.

“They’re suspicious.” Villain tapped the edge of the platter with the tip of their snowflake wand. Little swirls of frost spread over the surface of the plastic wrap, clouding over the little gingerbread faces.

“Some caroler or neighbor or someone trying to be spread Christmas cheer casually left a plate on your doorstep. End of story.”

Hero had never been the imaginative type. It was a little annoying actually: the power of disbelief. One of the only things that had ever rendered Villain powerless. It didn’t always work, especially now that Hero had seen Villain’s work up close so often, but when Hero got thinking too much about the laws of gravity, the improbability of a transformation sequence, the energy mechanics of magic, Villain found themselves dropping like a stone. 

In those moment they just had to hope Hero was close enough to catch them–practically a guarantee–and empathetic enough not say a word to anyone else. …Less likely.

Villain tucked the wand into a reality pocket–Hero was nice enough not mess with that one today-and swished their capelet around them as they turned toward the fridge. The next thing they knew, they were pouring a glass of milk just so they could look away. The hero’s dry gaze already felt like a drain on their powers without this extra dose of exasperation. 

“Look at the clothes,” they said.

Hero raised an eyebrow, but began to peel up the first layer of plastic wrap.

“Don’t unwrap them!” Villain cried, then as Hero’s eyebrow did a higher, more quizzical leap into their hair, “We don’t know what’s in them.”

“I don’t think this shoddy wrap job is keeping in any dangerous toxins,” Hero said.

Villain stomped a heeled shoe. “Don’t say such dangerous things out loud!”

“For that to work the cookies would have to actually be toxic. Which they aren’t.” Hero’s eyes flicked up and down before returning to the cookie plate and the unwrapping process. “Did you seriously do a complete transformation over this?”

Villain warmed a little. They didn’t make a habit of inviting heroes to their apartment, but something about this had shaken them. Something about those sugar pearl eyes peering up at them had felt…wrong. Though they’d claimed, even internally, that Hero was simply the first name to pop into their head, maybe…maybe they’d chosen them on purpose. Maybe they’d wanted a bit of logic to asway their anxiety. To tell them everything was truly alright.

“I’m just being prepared,” Villain said, then nodded at the plate.

The gingerbreadpeople were dressed like them. Not the comfortable, baggy outfits they wore as a civilian but their magical version–silver pompadour shoes with a snowflake sprinkles for the buckles, long icy blue tailcoat and capelet with a carefully iced imitation of the frost pattern emroidery, and whipped ruffles—so many ruffles, in the cravat, in the white undershirt, in the peeking cuffs of the sleeves; the Ginger-Villains even held their wand, complete with silver edible glitter so the snowflake head sparkled in the light.

“Coincidence.”

“Coinci– Hero! That’s me!”

“Yes, and half the city is convinced you’re some sort of ice fairy.” Villain could hear the eyeroll in their tone. “This isn’t the first cookie I’ve seen with your face on it.”

“But they are the first to show up at my door.”

Hero let out an enormous sigh. “Ok, honestly? Yes, it’s weird. Yes, it’s creepy. But I just don’t believe anyone could have figured out who you are let alone where you live. You’re ok. Throw them away if you’re so worried.”

Villain folded their arms poutily. “I’m sure that’s exactly what the sender wants me to do. One moment I’m dumping cookies, the next I have giant radioactive rats breaking down my door.”

They swished their cape again, more dramatically this time, making the full breadth of their displeasure known. 

Hero sighed again. They did that so much it was a wonder they had any breath left.

“Do you want me to take them?”

Villain blinked. “Really?”

“You’re just going keep calling me otherwise, right? And I have no worries about throwing them away in my trash.”

Villain picked up the platter hesitantly. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt on my behalf…”

“I know it’s Christmas but quit with the fluff. Hand them over.”

Hero thrust out their hand, waving their fingers impatiently. 

Well, if Hero really wanted the creepy cookies, who was Villain to stop them. They were a grown, capable adult who knew how to take care of themselves, and they were enemies anyways, so Villain didn’t need to feel guilty at all if–

Villain’s thoughts stopped short, plate half extended. The platter trembled a little in their fist.

“Are you really so freaked out that you’re shaking?” Hero said.

“I-I’m not.”

Something on the platter was moving. 

As the first Ginger-Villain rose to its feet, all Villain and Hero could do was stare. 

When the second one popped up, Villain threw the platter across the room.

The decorative plastic cracked against the wall, and about two dozen cookies scattered every direction.

The wall clock ticked a second of peace, and then the cookies were back up, faces smudges, bodies cracked, or a gory scene of cookie arms and legs and sugar pearl eyes littering the tile.

One cookie who was lucky enough to escape the throw with no more damage than a lost eye and a smeared tailcoat waddled determinedly forward while several others limped or dragged themselves behind.

Villain cursed. "What is happening?"

"It's not real. it's not real. it's not real," Hero muttered like a ritual beside them. But the cookies were real. And whatever disbelief Hero had been suspending was broken.

Fine. If Hero was going to be useless... Villain reached into the air and yanked their wand out of its pocket and back into reality.

They flicked the wand once, sending a pale coating of slick ice over the living cookies, stiffening their limbs and freezing them to the spot.

"There," Villain said, letting out a slow exhale. "Now I think we should burn--"

Crack.

Crick, crack.

Crick, crack, crackle, crack.

Steam wafted up from each cookie, and as they pressed forward, little fissures spread up the weakened ice-coating.

"Are they...getting hotter?" Villain said.

The embroidery detailing and facial features dripped down the cookie's bodies as they moved pooling in little sweet puddles at their feet. A few cookies picked up the nearby limbs and melded them into the now soft stumps.

"That shouldn't be as disturbing as it is," Hero muttered.

"Ok, I was going easy on you all because you're made of flour," Villain said, "but why don't you try escaping this?"

Villain swished their wand in a circle, this time encapuslating the cookies in a large, solid ball of ice.

Crack.

Villain conjured another layer.

Crick, crack.

Another.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Another.

The ice ball grew and grew, but for every layer of ice Villain threw up, the cracking only seemed to quicken.

Great billowing clouds of steam filled the room, obscuring the ice prison from view and Villain backed warily toward the living room, grabbing Hero's arm as they went.

There was one final crack; ice shot around the room like shattered glass and a wave of chilly water washed across the floor, seeping through the seams of their shoes.

As the cookies had heated in their prison, they'd mushed together, replacing two dozen zombieish Ginger-Villains with one enormous, thoroughly burnt Ginger-Creature. One beady sugar pearl stared down at them from the gooey burnt icing face.

"Hero, do something!" Villain shouted, digging their nails into the hero's arm.

Hero paused their muttered chant long enough to roar, "I'm trying!"

"What, a walking cookie is too realistic for you?"

"It reminds me of a horror movie! It's hard to disbelieve in things that have that sort of hold in my mind!"

The Ginger-Creature stepped toward them.

Villain waved their wand toward the pool of water on the floor, freezing it into a slick sheet. Unfortunately, they hadn't thought about their own half-submerged feet. As they attempted another step back, they found their blocky heels frozen to the floor.

The creature slipped a little with its next step, but ultimately its heating power left indents in the ice wherever its giant feet moved.

Villain lurched back, but the attempt was fruitless.

"Take off your shoes!" Hero cried, already in their socks and crouching down at Villain's feet and fumbling with the intricate snowflake buckles.

"They're magic shoes," Villain choked. "They don't come off."

"Then detransform! Do something! It's coming!"

Villain grabbed Hero by either side of their face, forcing them to look up at them.

"Hero, I need you're annoying, unimaginative, logical brain to start asking the big questions right now."

Hero stared at them wide-eyed. "I...I..."

"Come on! You always think of something aggravating! Like...how can this cookie see us when its eye is just sugar? How does the light pass through? And even if it does, how is that light processed? Does it have a cookie brain? That doesn't make any sense."

"How can it heat itself?" Hero said, voice a little trembly. "Nothing in gingerbread can conduce its own heat."

"Yeah, and why did the cookies have heat powers anyway when they were supposed to be copies of me?"

"How did it know how to shape itself? It's messed up, but it's still sort of a person. Do all the cookies have a sense of humanity? Do they have separate thoughts? Or are they one cookie hivemind?"

The smell of burnt sugar and ginger was suffocating now. Villain could feel the heat wafting off it as it's burnt foot came into view a mere couple of feet away.

Hero spread their arms out in front of Villain and looked up into the towering cookie's face. “You're not real.”

The gingerbread froze in place. It's entire body shuddered, and then abruptly it crumbled into a pile of blackened cookie dust. The sugar pearl rolled across the floor and into Villain's knee.

They both stared in silence.

Then Villain laughed.

They couldn’t help it. Emotional response maybe. They just laughed and laughed and went weak against Hero's side, grasping for balance around their waist. Hero hugged them with one arm around the head. Villain wasn't sure if they even knew they were doing it, or if the simply needed as much support after that conclusion as Villain did.

"I did it," Hero gasped.

"You did it!" Villain said giddily. "You're so boring, you fantastic stick in the mud you!"

Villain picked up the sugar pearl, rolling it between their thumb and forefinger a couple times, before popping it triumphantly in their mouth. As soon, as the sweetness hit their tongue, words sprang across their mind unprompted.

Merry Christmas, Villain. I'm sorry you didn't like my treat. My next one will be better.

[megamindsecretlair]

Heavy on it being more than his looks that's got women going crazy. Ykw, I've noticed that it's probably just here that we're head over heels for him. I hate when he gets posted on tsr because the comments are so haterish and negative. I was lowkey surprised. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and i can't be mad someone doesn't like someone i do, but the comments are so downing. Not even in comparison to skepta but just in general. So many people can't appreciate a real good man that carry themselves with grace and respect and because they're used to yns (for lack of better term) he's gotta be gay 🙄 also they're saying he's nothing without the eyes. I won't argue with opinion but it's slightly frustrating. I want him to go into hiding. Lol. I guess it was just such a contradiction from the positivity he receives on here, it threw me. Lol.

I want him to go into hiding too fr lmfao. He must be protected at all costs 😩

Nah, there's folks on here too who want a cookie for not liking him like others do. These are the same mfs who whine and complain about getting dogged out by men but continue to choose the toxic mfs. They think Aaron is boring but that's because they don't know what to do with a real man 😌

Tumblr is juss better for curating your own dash and it's easy to surround yourself with folks that like and appreciate him.

Theyre trying to find every excuse under the sun for why others shouldn't like him. He's tall, he's light skinned, he's got light eyes. All things he can't control 🙄 that's like being mad that the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and sometimes it rains lol.

If he's not their flavor, that's okay 👏🏽 but getting on a soapbox or dogging him out is weirdo behavior if you ask me 🤷🏽‍♀️

[carn1epretzelz]

first time ever posting something like this good lordt this is scary for me be nice bc i dont usually share my writing. im incredibly ill about shadow milk and pure vanilla atm so o-o lawl! hc on what happened after pv disappeared ig?? technically spoilers for a game of truth and deceit even if i dont really reference anything from beforehand- imagine they were arguing and fighting as they went up the stairs to the very top lawl. not meant to be ship but i support u vanilla milkshake truthers so u can eat this up as toxic yaoi if you want to. OKAY heres the story EEP

:D

The wind echoes in the open balcony of the top of the Spire, the dark blue sky clouded with no sign of stars.

"Do you want to know what the Truth is, Vanilla?~"

It's voice is like ice, Pure Vanilla had never heard his name be spoken with such venom before. Let alone heard his name come from The Beast's mouth without it being a cruel petname of sorts.

The Light of Knowledge turns around to face Shadow Milk, raising his head to meet it's eyes as his orchid reveals the Beast's position to the blind healer.

Shadow Milk smiles, and it's always smiling, but this time theres a shocking sincerity to his expression. Almost pitying Pure Vanilla. What reason would it have to pity him?

"The Truth is… The world doesn't want to hear us. They don't want our Knowledge- they never did!" The Beast speaks, the usual giggle in his voice gone, the trill pitch lowering to something unnaturally serious for Shadow Milk.

"I had to learn the hard way. I thought for so long that all I had to do to keep the peace was tell everyone the truth. Be blunt and honest. I mean, that's what I was made for right?

"But that's not what Cookies wanted to hear. They only listened to what they wanted to. Got mad at the Truth, at honesty. The Truth hurts, Vanilla! And the Truth is, you can't save everyone."

The Beast leans in close enough that Pure Vanilla can make out the shape of it's face, shades of blue deepened under the night sky. It's eyes can be made out clearly, both bright shades of blue staring straight through him. Pure Vanilla feels himself shrink away.

"You've got a bit of a complex, my friend. My pal. Mi amigo!~ You think you can promise things that you aren't even sure are possible. You, my friend, are a liar just like me."

Pure Vanilla opens his mouth to respond immediately, but chokes on his words. It makes The Beast cackle.

"SEE!? Even you know I'm right! You promised to protect the world. To protect your friends. Look at how many times you've failed, how many shortcomings you've had." The Beast cups the blind healer's cheeks, pressing firmly.

"Relinquish that sweet SoulJam to me. Free yourself the burden of having to lie to your friends forever more. How much longer can you keep this up, Vanilly?~ You're only harming Cookies, just to give yourself peace of mind. Does it not drive you insane?" Shadow Milk's visage disappears as Pure Vanilla falters, loosening his grip on his orchid staff, closing her eye as their connection wavers. Blind once more.

Shadow Milk practically presses it's face to Pure Vanilla's cheek- it's body is freezing and it makes him shiver; it's nose is sharp and it makes him tense. It's smile widens against his cheek, and it makes him shrink even further.

"You don't have to hurt anyone anymore, my sweet Vanilla. I know how it feels, I walked in your shoes. Let me free you before you fall down that rabbit hole." The Beast places a hand on Pure Vanilla's chest, right above his SoulJam. He knows they can both feel it resonate between the two of them.

Pure Vanilla lets his own hand rest over The Beasts, hovering and shaking. His whole body, in fact, trembling. Maybe he was only hurting those around him. But all he's ever done is encourage and support his loved ones. Was that really so wrong? Was he really telling them the Truth? Perhaps all he had been doing was building them up just to come crashing down. All of his friends, the children… White Lily. Maybe all he has done to them, his whole life, even in his disappearance and non-existence, was hurt them.

"Take it." It's the weakest Pure Vanilla has ever even heard himself speak. Quiet, hoarse. Tired. Terrified.

"Take it. Please, leave the children alone. This is all you wanted." Pure Vanilla can feel Shadow Milk's teeth against his cheek, grinning ear to ear, his grip on the SoulJam tightening, pulling… And it's gone. It's as if a light has gone out within Pure Vanilla.

"Sure thing, sure thing…" Shadow Milk pulls away from Pure Vanilla, absorbing what was once his back into what remained of his own SoulJam.

"So thoughtful and kind of you, finally returning what doesn't belong to you! Dunno why it was so hard for the others… Oh, one final thing, Silly Vanilly!~" It feels as if the wind has picked up, bellowing both the Ancient and the Beast's clothing and hair. The air surrounding them feels like static, and it makes Pure Vanilla feel loopy- Chaos Magic returning full force to The Beast of Deceit.

"I'll see you on the Light Side of the Moon.~" Pure Vanilla feels hands shove against his shoulders, and immediately tumbles off the Spire's edge. They had just been standing at the middle, when had they gotten so far?!

It doesn't matter, anyways. Pure Vanilla listens to the echo of a victorious cackle as he plummets, allowing that Chaos Magic around him to envelop him before he meets his fate at the ground.

[arquaticdreamer]

Cloud hates every time bio toxic family keep asking Cloud to change AAC voice to cookie monster, or some silly fun voice. Like what the hell!?!? It's not a toy AAC is my voice. Stop trying to grab and play with my AAC.

[skitastc]

What's the difference between Sefikura(Sephiroth x Cloud strife) and Burningcheese?(Burning spice Cookie x Golden Cheese cookie) /Gen

These characters toxic relationships sound kind of similar to me yet one is disliked and the other is liked by its fandom

[boomboxboi]

Random Headcanons for the Gang. 🌟

Bruno Bucciarati

 He drives like he’s in a race every time.

He is a literal speed demon.

And cannot cook.

He thinks he’s smooth and romantic af.

But he’s actually really embarrassing.

I don’t make the rules, sorry.

You thought he’d show up with a bouquet of roses?

No.

He brought cookies he made from scratch.

They’re oddly a little green.

Can smooth talk himself out of a ticket every time he’s pulled over.

Leone Abbacchio

 Will 100% judge everyone as much as he judges himself.

Has played Pokémon once.

His starter was Bulbasaur.

Funky little frog plant?

Very cool.

Until someone told him it was Giorno’s favorite starter.

Now he hates Bulbasaur.

Man likes to wear funky pattern socks.

Knows every song in the Barbie Princess and the Pauper movie.

He can and will recite Preminger’s villain song.

How could he refuse?

Pannacotta Fugo

Has eternally bad luck.

It was bright outside and no cloud in sight?

Not when he goes outside.

It immediately starts to rain.

He likes the library.

Will always be the first to say, “The book is better”.

Toxic.

Oh you were enjoying something?

He’ll tell you why you shouldn’t enjoy that thing anymore.

Gets into fistfights in the Applebees parking lot.

Narancia Ghirga

Thinks clips of cats with human voice overs is peek humor.

Thief of Abbacchio’s funky socks.

Thief of one of Fugo’s books about why rocks are cool.

Thief of your heart.

Resident house thief.

You would think he could stomach Bruno’s cooking.

He cannot.

Mista spoils him.

Guido Mista

Actually very responsible.

10/10 will give the best hugs.

His room smells like cheese.

It may be because the Pistols hid cheese in there once.

He spoils Narancia.

Why?

Because he can.

Also he is a safe driver.

Cannot talk his way out of tickets.

But he can talk his way into seeing movies for free.

Lowkey will watch Barbie movies with Abbacchio.

Thinks the henchmen are peak comedy.

Giorno Giovanna

Bulbasaur is the best starter.

Doesn’t understand why Abbacchio hates him.

But he feeds into it.

Is chaotic.

People think he’s great.

But he is a literal thief.

He tried to steal from Narancia once, though.

Has a fish tank.

It is piranhas.

And a single snail.

Trish Una

Constantly wonders how her life ended up this way.

She likes to dance in the rain.

So quirky.

But don’t say that or she’ll stab you.

Can manhandle everyone in the Bucci Gang.

Don’t believe it?

Then just watch.

Also watches the Barbie movies.

They are relatable.

[neuvithesleyyaoi]

erm intro post i guess

hi im cloud!! aka zakkunsra aka neuvithesleyyaoi,, ill tag all my posts with #neuvithesleyyaoi

um im agender masucline,, idk what im attracted to but i think im bi ?!?! labels are confusing. i use he/it/e (e,er,eirs) i am in a queer platonic relationship!!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!

art stuffs

commissions: closed

reposts: with credit and permission!

pfp/banners: fine without credit (would be nice though) just dont claim you made it!

art drawn for me (example: artfight): can repost anywhere,, its ur art im fine with it!! my ocs aren't private lol

edit (drawing over): please don't! unless i specifically ask for advice!!

edit (video edit): as long as there's credits! (and maybe tagging me 👀👀)

don't use my art for ai at all thanks

interests

splatoon, madness combat, pokémon, genshin impact, final fantasy 7, 15, 10, and maybe 14, cookie run (kingdom and ovenbreak), legend of zelda (mostly botw/totk, tp!), arcane

DNI

basic criteria, zionists, lolicons, shotacons, super toxic swifties (or any toxic stan), john doe - masochist fox fans, coffin of andy and lele, proshippers, darkshippers, cleriths, neuvifuri, zangeal, sefikura, people who make those shitty sexual pokemon jokes.. (looking at you vaporeon "likers"), THOSE straight genshin fans, ancient x beast shippers, faerie x beast, shadowapple shippers

ship list under cut! thanks for reading

FF7

zakkunsra, zakkura, cloti, cloche, valenwind, valenstrife

FF15

chocobros

Cookie Run

chocoroll, vampicorn, knightfae, ancientshipping, caramelbar, eternalburning/sugar&spice, peachcacao, mysticalsilence, wizardbrave, strawbright, starcapsacin, windflame, vampwere, muscleninja, ryechili, windclover, espresseleine, hollypitaya, knightprincess, cherrypancake, adventurerberry,  glitternadefait, lemonadewolf, wildchip, wildvelvet, almondlatte, almondchat, almondcap, almondchatcap, almondfort, chatcap, cherrykouign, sherbertcotton, werekumiho, peppermintsugar, seamoon, stormpearl, capsaicinmuscle, royallongan, ryeraisin, cremejellyfish, lemondino, lemondinopeel, lemonpeel, xylitoldust, djyoga, energygummy, pizzasandwich, marblecream, crystaldust, fire spirit/red bean, a!olivealmond, werevelvet, gimtofubond, coffeeflower, prunecaviar, beansmore, ambergummy, astrosmore, millennialfaerie, potatodust, goldencamellia, cobllia, goldencamelliabalt, kumichip, astrodust, pizzapretzel, sherbert², crepemode

Genshin Impact

neuvithesley, xiaother, venther, diluven, dainluc, kavetham, clorivia, sethoscara, diluscara, thorou, kokorou, baizli, zhonglette, wriozhonglette, eicchino, scaranich, xiaonich, emilie/arle, xiaothernich, scarayato, dehyanen, neuviluc, neuvidain, sigeqi, magicpixel, chirou, desertbat, mizumiku, xiangming, xiangtao, chongun/barbara, mualamber, lanlou, xilorara, cynari, catfish (kokomi, kirara), chongming kazuhei, shunjin, xingyun, baizhluc,

Pokémon

etherealartshipping, truerivalshipping

Splatoon

pearlina, polycut, shivrye, agent 24, gnarly eddy/cypher,

Vocaloid

gakukai

Ace Attorney

narumitsu

Honkai Star Rail

sunhill

Arcane

fins&fangs, timebomb, jayvik

Crossships!

baizhill (hsr/gi)

[forcebookish]

it's just funny to me that people act like topmew is the absolute worst and liking them is some kind of sin when ALL (yes all) the couples are a toxic trainwreck waiting to happen 😭 like babes we are all in the same boat here. and despite all that topmew are still the most normal to me...they have a genuine relationship that developed from genuine feelings. they do couple things. they're the only ones that actually seem like they're in a real relationship. did top handle many situations horribly? yes absolutely but the fact that people still view the car scene as a classic case of cheating (despite everything we've seen) is just crazy to me.

ANON THAT'S WHAT'S SO WILD!!!!!! they're literally so vanilla???? they're ACTUALLY VANILLA. i know i've said it a million times but you're right! they ARE so normal!!!! they're literally just dating!!! they flirt, they go on dates, they talk about their feelings, and they don't ever pretend like they're something they're not. most of the time they speak directly and they're the only ones on the same page about the kind of relationship they want. (not that the haters see it that way, but, uh, they're wrong lol)

besides each of them lying about, what, two things respectively? the most "toxic" thing they have done is mew "trading" sex for top to quit drugs, and i've also said this before but in context that was literally just, if you're doing drugs, i don't want to be with you. if you stop doing drugs, i do. AFTER they'd already established a "rewards system" lol see: cookie scene (of note, i personally don't think that top meant sex when he asked for a reward; mew took it there because he also wanted to have sex jkdlfjsklg which mirrors the cookie scene even more since he literally just asked for mew to feed him, mew was the one who made it sexy.) (like he always does sigh who else fucking loved it when top called mew sexy? speaking truth.)

i mean, if people hated them for being vanilla i'd actually get it (ok i guess SOME people find them "boring," idk they're still HOT), but... it just seems to come back to BOSTON COERCING TOP INTO HAVING SEX BY DECEPTION. the only thing top did wrong in that situation was lie about the texts being from his dad and get in that car. everything else was boston's fault. he cornered top like he always has. and yet boston gets a free pass...? why is top held at such a higher standard than literally everyone else? ok i'm not going to get side-tracked by that, this answer is long enough already (I SAY BEFORE WRITING A WHOLE 'NOTHER PARAGRAPH).

one of the points of only friends is to show a spectrum of relationships - boyfriends, friends with benefits, bed friends - and each of them serve their own purpose and are pivotal to the plot and main theme of the series, how all kinds of friendships can be clouded by love and desire; that love isn't always good and healing, that it can be hurtful and complicated. the fact that the least complicated couple out of all of them is too much for some people to understand is troubling. idk how these people are walking around without brains in their heads.

anyway...

thank you for popping in to validating my feelings lol

[iceemoondemon]

"I made this for you Dr. Evilglaze!"

"T-That confection..? For me?" "Why of course! I wanted to make it up to you, so i made this sweet treat that i call Cupcake Bread, or... Cupcake Bun, hehe..." "Well... thank you, Rainbow Cloud Cookie..."

Before you ask.. NO THIS IS NOT SHIP ART! THEY'RE LITERALLY A PLATONIC FATHER/DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP!

Anyways, i wanna spew out some lore before this happened.

BUCKLE UP! CAUSE HERE WE GO!

Rainbow Cloud Cookie and Dr. Evilglaze had their first fight in space, E-Glaze was defeated, and after that fight, Rainbow Cloud Cookie heard screaming from someone, she went to investigate where its coming from, it came from a ran down warehouse

TW: TOXIC FRIENDSHIP, TORTURE, AND SLIGHT GORE

Shredded Coconut was hurting Evilglaze, cutting him, stabbing him, and worse, electrocuting him , Shredded Coconut and Dr. Evilglaze's friendship was a broken branch of toxicity , Dr. Evilglaze suffered through the severe tortures Shredded Coconut Cookie inflicted on him , Dr. Evilglaze tried to escape, but he passed out on the sand, Rainbow Cloud Cookie felt sorry for him, and knew he had redeeming qualities, she helped him back to his home, and started tending to his wounds, Dr. Evilglaze woke up, and noticed Rainbow Cloud Cookie, his first words said to her..

"You… you saved me…?"

BONUS: Heres the VHS version

Hope y'all like it ^^

[adultswim2021]

Xavier: Renegade Angel #7: “Bloodcorn” | December 17, 2007 - 12:00AM | S01E07

Xavier sees an ad for a popular mass-produced cookie which is advertising cookie-tampon combos. Xavier takes the ad’s claim that there was a “mix-up” at the factory, at face value, and becomes overly concerned. He travels there and when he realizes how much pollution comes out of the plant he plugs up a drainage pipe. Toxic sludge backs up into the factory and causes the plant to close. 

Xavier decides to help one of the now jobless workers by going to his farm to perform various dances (a rain dance, which he forgets, a memory dance, which he also forgets, and an irony-neutralizing dance that only works if it’s raining). Fed up, the farmer shoots into the air at god. Blood pours from the sky, which invigorates his crops but turns them into monsters. Xavier saves the day by launching copious cookie tampons into the sky, plugging up the blood rain. 

This one is only hampered by the fact that two episodes ago we had blood Indians and blood cowboys fighting in a similar blood-meets-soil vein. It’s no big deal, really. Both episodes are very strong. It really only makes things confusing in conversation if you were trying to recall which episodes were which. It’s a shallow complaint. For my roommate and myself this was appointment television for us, and I still remember the parts where we laughed hardest. Xavier’s panic when the ad’s “mix-up” claim happens had us in hysterics. I’m not sure if the “mix-up at the factory” trope has aged any since this episode aired. Just in case it has: please know it was a thing. Um... look it up!!!!

There’s another moment that’s notable for perhaps requiring additional context: a sequence where Adult Swim style text supposedly replaces a dream sequence that is too mind-blowing to render. It looks a little bit like the Adult Swim bumpers of the era. The text looks rather large here, and I’m guessing that’s because I’m watching this on HBOMax. The show originally aired letterboxed in a 4:3 image, so I’m guessing the font size was effected by that in the conversion. NOTE: Nobody is allowed to make fun of me for typing the previous paragraph.

There is an early part where Xavier is watching “Darfur Doodles”, a presumably tasteless/wacky program starring malnourished war orphans. An announcer says “Darfur Doodle will be right black”, a joke that I love so much. It’s the kind of thing only a nihilistic POC could write and get away with. This is why we need more nihilistic POC writing comedy. 

Another incredible joke that I think often: I didn’t even really remember that it was in this episode or scene: During one of the cookie ads, they are showing a montage of people giving various testimonials about the new product, and among them is just some dude in a red convertible saying “what do I care?” and driving off while flipping the bird (some of you know what I mean!!!!). So fucking funny. This another joke I can remember bustin’ up laughin’ at. Lookin’ glorious.

More jokes I liked, only because I’m in a mood to remember about jokes: “she’s 14” “nice and legal”. Also the part where the evil blood cloud uses a smokestack to blow cigarette-style smoke onto a bunch of people, causing them to become soot-covered, immediately causing them to be beaten by police officers. Also one last last thing: there is a brief bit where they use a small bit of footage of a dog-faced humanoid looking anguished. This is from the 1981 Clash of the Titans, and this clip was repeatedly over the course of Wonder Showzen, so much so that I almost consider this to be a cross-over.

MAIL BAG

Your Katrina/Soda Pop joke would have cost you your job if you were the Aflac Duck.

If I were the aflac duck I would’ve contracted terminal angel wing from eating all the popcorn and euthanized by the haven humane society (the same people who forced us to kill our dog for being too noisy)

[govindhtech]

Cloud Security Command Center Efforts With Virtual Red Team

Google Cloud Security Command Center

The ways in which virtual red team technologies might identify critical security flaws before intruders do. Cloud-native application protection platforms (CNAPPs) are a useful tool used by cloud security teams to identify vulnerabilities and misconfigurations in multi-cloud settings. Where am I most at risk? is one of the two basic cloud security concerns that many of these solutions miss, despite the fact that they may find thousands of possible security vulnerabilities in huge cloud settings. and “Which matters should I give priority to?”

With its virtual red team capacity, Cloud Security Command Center can assist in providing answers to both queries. A crafty and determined attacker is simulated by the virtual red team. It finds vulnerabilities in cloud defenses that an external attacker may exploit by running millions of attack permutations against a digital twin model of an organization’s cloud environment.

Crucially, the virtual red team can identify attack pathways with toxic combinations specific to the cloud environment of each client. Groups of security flaws known as “toxic combinations” have the potential to open up a route for an attacker to get valuable cloud resources. These resources might be virtual machines (VMs) running mission-critical applications or databases containing sensitive client data.

Unlike the static, rules-based approach used by most CNAPPs, this simulation-based method of revealing cloud concerns is unique. Customers of Cloud Security Command Center may use it to identify previously unseen attack vectors with toxic combinations, enabling them to respond to cloud threats more successfully.

Toxic Combinations

The significance of toxic combinations

Thousands of resources may be found in cloud environments, and some of them can have security or compliance problems due to misconfigurations, software vulnerabilities that might be exploited, or just plain violations of company policies. But not every one of these problems carries the same amount of danger.

A virtual machines (VMs) in a development environment that is separated from the production environment is not the same as a VM configured with a public IP address that may access a storage bucket that has customer data and has a known vulnerability. The latter has to be addressed right now, while the former can wait.

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Virtual red teaming

The following are some actual threats that it have identified using virtual red teaming in cloud environments:

An attacker may locate and establish a connection with a publicly available virtual machine (VM) for a retail client, after which they might take advantage of a commonly exploited vulnerability to get elevated privileges. With these rights, it would be possible to log into a second virtual machine (VM) that was running a crucial business application and then restore activities on the halted VM.

SCC discovered that an attacker may take control of a compute instance in a cloud environment for a financial services client, then exploit privileges in an over-privileged service account to migrate laterally to another compute instance. The attacker might then utilize the administrator credentials and other permissions granted to the instance service account on that second instance. With these administrator rights, the attacker may create an that permits read, write, and delete access to a private bigquery dataset.

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[jamphibians]

Light at the end of the tunnel.

(tw: suicide, death, heavy religious talk and imagery, toxic marriage)

The water crashed against the rocks of the river bank, the calm wind flowing through the air. It was warmer this time of the year, and the sun shone beautifully against the water.

Ah.

What a gorgeous day to die.

Zlomislic has been planning this for years now. It's overdue at this point. While it is a pity, such a young life lost, Zlom believes there's nothing left on this wretched earth for him. So, at only 18, he held his grandfather's gun in his scarred-up hands, the soft wind blowing through his grayish hair, one of the many things he hated about himself. Zlom never understood it, but his hair went gray when he was just a kid, and- along with his "eccentric-ness" he was bullied ruthlessly for it when he was young. He never even wanted to leave the house.

But, he supposes that's only one of the many reasons he's here today, one of the many curses god bestowed him with, but there is one thing: his gift. The gift of rebirth. It started when he was a youth, only 12.

"Momma, when can we go?" a young zlom asked his mother, gently tugging on her plaid dress suit blazer, "just a few more minutes, my little dragan," she cooed, booping zlom on the nose, earning a soft giggle from him. He ran off, glancing around the large church they stood in, his parents talking to their "church friends'' whom they keep saying they'll invite over for dinner, but he doesn't think that's happening anytime soon.

He walked around towards the altar, sneaking one of those yummy cookies. They said it was "the body of Christ," which is…a little gross to think about, but they were too good to wait til next Sunday to eat another. He looked up at the Jesus statue, hung up on the cross, soft tears coming from his eyes as blood dripped down his hands. Zlom knew Jesus was a miracle worker; sometimes, he wished he could fix his parents' marriage, but no matter how much he prayed, no one seemed to answer.

He heard the pastor discussing God's greatness and how we should all submit to him. He wants that, and he wants that praise, that validation. He used to get it all the time. He had a knack for invention. Though young, he started making little machines, projects that he now likes to call dumb, but it was advanced for his age. But he.." dried out" as he aged. He stopped being brilliant and needed the same praise his parents would give him with every invention.

He wanted to be as great as god.

"Zlom? Let's get going, bud," his father called from the door, to which zlom turned around and instantly ran after him. He was ready for church to be over as soon as it started. His mother rested her hand on the top of zloms back, guiding him down to the car, "... Margaret you really don't need to be a bitch to the pavic's" his father gritted, looking over to his wife, whose simply trying to get her son back home.

She gulped, glancing over at him. "..sun, I told you I don't want to argue in public," she mumbled, letting out a frustrated sigh. They fought a lot. It never got physical, but it was usually after church when they fought, which never seemed "holy" to zlom. They got to the car as rain started forming in the clouds, the sky turning dark. Zlom got in the back seat, resting his head against the side of the window, letting out a soft sigh, "aww..are you tired, my dragan?" his mother asked, reaching around and patting his knee, "mhm.." he hummed, closing his eyes.

He dozed off Without realizing it, his eyelids feeling heavy on his eyes as he slowly closed them. The drive wasn't too long, only about 20 minutes, but after 3 hours of watching people erratically praise the lord, zlom usually instantly falls asleep. The soft hum of the engine and rumbling of the tires going over the stone roads is like a lullaby to him. He was woken up, what seemed like almost instantly after he fell asleep, by his dad opening the door to him, "C'mon, buddy, you can nap more in the house.." he let out a soft chuckle, unbuckling the seat belt.

"Yeah, yeah.." zlom responded groggily, getting out of the car. He yawned as he watched his parents enter the house. Rubbing his tired eyes, he heard a soft coo, one of a dove, but it sounded..hurt. He looked around on the pavement of their driveway before his eyes got redirected to the yard, landing on a dove that had fallen out of their large tree. Blood surrounds it in the grass. Zlom gasped, his eyes widening at the sight. His first instinct was to leave it, a circle of life, but…then he got an idea.

He could heal it, just like god.

He swooped the dove up into his arms, the blood getting on his nice church dress shirt. He was not going to hear the last of this from his mom. He went into the house, hearing his parents mindless arguing in the kitchen. Zlom snuck past them expertly, going to his "lab" in the basement. They decided to let him do his projects in the basement since it was so noisy when he did them in his bedroom. He would keep his parents up by the sounds of drills and hammers. Zlom held the dove to his chest, his heart. His mother used to do that, cuddle him, and keep him against her chest. It was comforting to him. And he didn't know if he could help this dove so he could try to soothe it at least a little.

He used his forearm to swipe all unused nails and bolts away on his desk before laying the dove down, his hands and arms already stained red from the bird's blood. He looked down at the mangled animal, his hands shaking as he picked up a small knife that sat on his desk, one his grandfather had given him for protection when they visited Jeju.

He held the dove's wings open, pinning it to the table. Before he made an incision down the middle of the chest, the bird let out a pained coo before it finally gave in, letting out its final breath. Zlom did the opposite of what he wanted. He killed the bird instead of saving it. In a state of panic, he sliced the knife down right where the neck and head met, effectively decapitating the already-maimed bird. He dropped his knife, letting out a gasp, his eyes widening. He only wanted to help, but he made it worse.

He felt tears brimming in the corner of his eyes, his hands shaking. Before he gave himself time to think, he ran to a desk. He opened the drawer, pulling out a needle and thread, one he usually used to make toys for the church kids, something his parents forced him to do after they ruined their reputation in the holy building. He quickly threaded it, not knowing what to do or if he was just making everything worse. He picked up the limp body of the dove, the white feathers dyed crimson with blood. He shakily sewed up the slice down the chest cavity before sewing the head back on, albeit messily.

And, of course, nothing happened. Why would it? Zlom was just a freak who liked to torture birds. Oh, he was going to hell. He put his hands on his cheeks, covering his eyes with his fingertips. Maybe if he can't see it, it never happened. He walked until his back hit the wall, his face wet with tears and blood. He slowly sank to the floor. What was he supposed to do? He had a mangled bird corpse on his desk, his shirt and hands covered in blood. Thoughts raced through his mind before he heard it.

A soft coo came from his desk before the sound of something flapping its wings.

[underoossss]

you’re sunshine - s.h

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of family issues (mom issues), hurt/comfort. No spoilers.

word count: 2k

an: this touches on something i deal with but i also know others do too. so, to everyone who’s dealing with a toxic parent(s) or toxic family life, this is for you. don’t let anyone turn off your sunshine, we are all sunshine, even when a cloud hides it for a while, we’ll remain there after it passes. you’re not alone.

Masterlist

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The cold evening is quiet outside Steve Harrington’s kitchen’s window. Inside it’s warm and filled with soft music and spice-scented air. He invited you over for dinner –which you cooked together– and your favourite ice cream, all of it mumbled in between kisses that morning. The food had taken a while to make but neither of you minded, too absorbed in the domesticity of it all to care. It was all conversation, stolen kisses, since your boyfriend was Steve Harrington, lots of flirting too. The empty plates sit on the table, as well as two ceramic bowls where the cookie dough ice cream had been served. A soothing tranquility blankets the kitchen as you tell Steve about a coworker’s anecdote; until you see the time displayed on the microwave and suggest doing the dishes.

“I’ll wash 'em, you dry them.” Steve stands up from the kitchen table, bringing some plates over to the sink with him. His eyes catch on the red and white cookbook you brought with you that afternoon. He moves closer to where it rests on the counter, the recipe you cooked earlier still on display. “This cookbook’s new right?”

 “Yeah, I got it with Robin at the thrift store the other day.” You tell him, grabbing the plate from the kitchen table. “At first I was only going to buy it because of the pretty cover but it turns out­––”

 Your foot catches on the edge of the rug under the table and you trip. The plate slips from your hand and lands loudly on the floor, porcelain breaking in several pieces. You catch yourself on a chair to avoid falling, but your eyes remain trained on the broken plate. Oh no. “Steve I’m so––”

 “Hey,” Steve starts to say, his voice sounds concerned as he approaches you but your heart is beating loudly in your chest. It’s erratic beat drowning out all other sounds. You’re never careful, your brain supplies. You should have seen where you were going! Why are you always making such a mess?

 You flinch when Steve tries to get close to you and it makes him pause. His hand hovers where it was going to reach for yours. “I’m so sorry.” You look up at him, your eyes glazed over by a few tears. “I should have watched my step, it’s my fault. Your mom is going to be so mad, because of me. Shit. I’m sorry, Stevie, let me clean it up.”

 Steve says your name softly, his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion. “It’s only a plate, I’ll clean it up. You don’t have to be sorry.” The second time he reaches for you, you don’t flinch. It eases his mind but only marginally.  You accept his outstretched hand and the kiss he places on your knuckles.

 How was he so calm about this? Now the kitchen plates will be incomplete, and you doubt he will find the same one to replace it. You glance at the rug. You should have seen it. You should have been more careful.

 “Babe, come on talk to me.” It is when Steve dips his head to look into your eyes that you realize, he had been saying something to you. “What’s going on?”

 A knot forms in your throat at the soft gaze that meet yours –it’s understanding, kind, patient. It overwhelms you. A tear escapes your eye when you squeeze your eyes shut. He wipes it away before you speak up. “It’s nothing, let’s clean up this mess.”

 “It not nothing, you’re shaking.” Steve shakes his head, his brown eyes are pools of worry. He’s never seen you like this, so scared.

 You look at your other hand, the one he isn’t holding, and see the tremble of your fingers. Traitors. You shake your head, you never wanted to talk about this. It felt like complaining and you had to be strong right? Get over it, move on, and all that. But then again���  this is Steve. The one that owned your heart so completely even with only a few months of dating. He won’t think you’re complaining, will he?

 “I forgot I wasn’t in my house for a moment.” Your voice comes out rough, so you clear your throat and look anywhere but him. “If this had happened there… my mom would have yelled my ears off. She would have made remarks on all my flaws because of what happened.”

 “What?” Steve’s heart stalls for a second, and he blinks, processing what you told him. Now that he thinks of it he hasn’t heard you talk much of your family life. And he’d only met your parents fleetingly one day. “But it’s just a plate?” He hates that he phrased it like a question but he’s trying to come to terms that your mother yells at you; so much that you visibly flinched away from him minutes ago.

 “To mom it’s failure. Failure to notice things, to be careful, to be great.” You shake your head, and another treacherous tear escapes. Your shoulders hunch as you lean against the counter, like talking about it exhausts you as much as living in your house does. “She yells, so much. For a moment I thought you would too.”

 “I wasn’t going to.” Steve shakes his head, pulling on the hand he was holding and stepping closer to you. His arms envelop you whole, cocooning you from the rest of the world. “I would never.”

 “I know Stevie.” You hide your face on his neck, and you let the scent of his sweatshirt and cologne soothe you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about any of this. It’s okay though, I’m okay. It’s just yelling.” Right?

 “Don’t apologize. I’m just glad I know now. ” The muscles in his neck move as he shakes his head. “It doesn’t look like it’s just yelling, not when you’re like this.” Steve doesn’t consider himself that smart, but he knows what you’re experiencing is basically verbal abuse.

 “I’m so tired.” You mumble against his skin, relaxing against the warmth of his body heat. “Of all the shit going on in that house and pretending that it doesn’t affect me.”

 “You don’t have to pretend with me.” Steve pulls back to look at your face. “You can call me, and I’ll get you out of there. We’ll drive around and I don’t know– talk about it or not until you feel better. Any day, any hour babe.”

 You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your tears gathering behind your eyes. After hiding what you were going through for so long, hearing Steve offer you  whatever help he can provide makes your emotions boil over. Crying messes up with your face, you’d read in a magazine, if it’s true then you’ll be a grandma by the time you move out of your house. Unless Steve means what he’s offering. No, you can’t burden him like that.

 “I didn’t want to trouble you, that’s why I never told you.” You say through tears, turning away from him. Your hands cover your face. “I’m such a mess, Stevie, what did you get yourself into.”

 “Baby.” Steve starts, his voice is gentle but hurt by your words. He is careful not to startle you with his hands as he presses his chest to your back. His chin falls on your shoulder, his forearms are a steady press against your tummy, you can feel his breath on your skin. “Don’t talk like that, you could never trouble me, ok? Don’t you see, I would do anything for you because I love you. You’re not a mess, you’re the most perfect part of my life and I’m damn lucky to have you.”

 His hands move to your hips, nudging you lightly so you can face him. “Turn around, please? I want to look at your pretty face.”  

 You shake your head, but you turn around anyways. “Not so pretty now.”

 “It’s always pretty. You’re sunshine, baby, even when you’re crying.” He smiles, wiping at your wet cheeks with his thumbs. His forehead falls to yours. “I meant what I said, let me help in whatever way I can.”

 Your face warms up at his words, and you meet his eyes, letting him see you at your most vulnerable and knowing that he won’t back away. It makes you smile, the way his eyes caress your face with the adoring way they look at every detail. Steve smiles in triumph. “Okay.” You say after a bit, voice merely a whisper. “Okay, baby.”

 “Look at that smile.” He whispers back, brushing his nose against yours. “’fucking beautiful.”

 You chuckle placing your hands on his shoulders. “Thank you, Steve.”

 He swallows and nods, “You’ll call me, yeah? I’ll be there, I’ll fly if I have to.”

 When you nod your head –heart soaring and in disbelief at his concern and love for you– Steve leans closer, and you don’t hesitate to press your lips to his. His arms circle you completely, like a shield from everything else, and you melt into him. You feel safe, loved, treasured even, and both relief and happiness flood your body at once. This is not what you expected when you told him and you’re more than happy to having been wrong.

 “I’ll clean this up and then we can watch a movie or something. Or I can just kiss you some more.” Steve says when you part. His arms squeeze you one last time before he goes to find the broom and dustpan to sweep the broken porcelain pieces.  “Sit tight baby, I’ve got you.”

 Something lifts from your shoulders in that moment –as if with those three words Steve took half of what you’ve carried alone and put it on his shoulders. You relax as you lean against the counter, your eyes heavy from all the crying but your chest bubbling with something resembling hope. Hope that they won’t cry as often anymore. That things will be okay. That there will be sunshine.