#uh ya im boring we know

[skxllz]

𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

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warnings; fluff !! + slight angst? + ooc lip

side note; I got bored 😋

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“ you like j cole? ” lip was going through your collection of cd's to listen to —you made it a tradition at this point to lay up in your bed on friday nights, and just stare at the ceiling while music plays in the background— when he discovered the plain, azo cd scribbled with black sharpie. usually you picked the songs or album of choice, so of course lip wasn't aware that you listened to this particular artist.

“ yeah... ” you trailed off, raising a brow questionably as you looked up from your notebook. you had been coloring a scooby doo picture to pass the time. “ so what? ” your gum popped, then smacked obnoxiously.

lip scowled at the sound but didn't comment on it, “ ... ‘s nothing. just haven't heard ‘im in a while. ” his head turned towards you over his shoulder, his chlorine eyes meeting your own while he bounced his brows; spinning the cd between his thumb and forefinger. “ wanna’ listen? ”

shrugging, you sat up from the position had been lying in on your stomach; capping the brown marker you used to color over scooby's body. “ sure. don't see why not. ”

the male whistled in reply, only to lean over and press a button on your stereo. a clip noise sounded, before the tray to the cd player popped open and slid out.

lip took out the cd you had labeled songs to sleep to <3, and sat it aside, before popping in the j cole mix. it was random songs you had collected on your computer over the years and decided to burn just the year before.

as the tray was slid back in and the first song whirred to life, lip got up from his criss-crossed position on the floor and walked over to your bed. plopping down, the bed slightly bouncing, making two of your markers to thump up and slide - only to fall onto the floor.

you lightly shoved him for that.

“ hey! ” he laughed, throwing his hands up, “ ‘t was an accident! chill out, pup. ”

“ oh fuck off, ” you blew out your tongue at him, while leaning over to pick up the turquoise and black colored markers. only then as you sat up did ‘ work out ’ start playing.

your head whipped around to lip and both of you guys’ eyes widened. surprisingly enough, you both loved this song.

getting comfy, you nestled back into the wall back first. bringing the coloring page into your lap, while lip laid down and got comfortable on your bed. he folded each of his arms behind his head and smiled to himself, silently voicing the lyrics in his head.

“ ya’ know, this song reminds me of us, ” your voice suddenly met his ears while the back n’ forth of markers against paper could be heard. “ we got a good thing, don't we? ”

lip's smile slightly faded, but then he chuckled, his eyes panning onto your figure. the way your hair fell into your eyes made you look rather... cute. “ yeah. we do got a good thing. ”

a small grin tugged at the corner of your mouth, “ good enough for you to be my man? ” the question was cocky and unexpected, and you knew this — that's why your eyes darted to look up from your picture, to study your friend's expression.

to say the least, he was shocked. eyes wide, lips parted in... you weren't sure if it was awe, or surprise- it sure was somethin’. but lip just stared. he looked gobsmacked. and usually, he was never rendered speechless, that's why you suddenly regretted saying anything.

“ uh, ” you cleared your throat. “ forget I said anythi— ”

“ no, no- ” lip sat up abruptly. his hands shot out, grabbing onto the arm that moved to gather your markers that slid down rhe bed- he thought you were going to leave.

what a silly thought, really. it was your room. your house.

“ i- uh- did you mean that? ” aquamarine eyes blinked rather innocently at you, the look he had screaming smitten. what an odd look for lip gallagher to wear. “ being your man? do you really want me, being your man? ”

your brows furrowed. “ lip- of course. ” you dropped the markers from your hold, arm lifting to palm at his cheek. cradling his face gently, you made sure to firmly hold his jaw, “ I... wouldn't say something like that as a joke. I know how sensitive you are to this shit. I'm not an asshole. ”

swallowing thickly. brows pinching together, skin meeting roughly in the center. he looked choked up, but you said nothing about it. lip's pride got in the way, way too much — if you pointed out how vulnerable he was being, he'd surely reel back. you'd let him come to you.

and he did. lip circled his arms around your neck, and pulled you close. your own arms met around his back and hugged tightly; not daring to release.

“ I got you... ” you mumbled. “ we got a good thing, remember? ”

[forever-rogue]

hi i really love all your stories and i wanted to request a steve harrington x reader. my ex boyfriend was huge asshole and would constantly make fun or make me feel bad about almost anything like my music taste or quirks i do when im nervous and it really messed with me after we broke up and i was wondering if u could write a story where steve notices and is just a big sweetheart about it and comforts you. thanks 💚

AN | First of all, I’m sorry anyone ever made you feel like that bb, no one deserves that. Secondly, Steve remains the best, change my mind 🥺

Warnings | Language, Discussions of bad past relationships

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.7k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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"Can I ask you something?" 

Why was it that singular question that always made your anxiety spike up immediately? Your heart skipped a few beats before slamming against your ribcage as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

"Y-yeah," you choked on the single syllable as you tried to put on a calm face. Ugh. He should have known better than that. That was a general life fact - you don't ask that question, "what is it?"

He paused for a few, an affectionate chuckle leaving his lips as he reached over and put a warm hand on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. You couldn't help the fact that you preened into his gentle touch, "I'm not going to ask you anything bad. And don't even lie and say you weren't worried, I saw the look on your face!"

"I…wasn't lying," you smiled meekly as he raised an eyebrow. You playfully scoffed, trying to hide your face in your hands, feeling warm all over under his intense scrutiny.

"Nuh uh," his hands wrapped your wrists with ease as he pulled your hands away from your face, "no hiding from me, pretty girl."

"Steve…" your lips formed a cute little pout as you looked at him shyly. He hadn't even said anything but his look made you so nervous. You wanted to crawl in on yourself more than anything, "just ask…please."

"Don't take this the wrong way, okay?" Oh no. You didn't like the sound of that, but nodded anyway, "I've just noticed that…sometimes you don't seem to have much of an opinion on things. Like.. maybe that's not quite the right way to put it…more like you don't share your opinion. Why?"

"What do you mean?" well. You'd been dreading this moment. The moment that Steve Harrington realized you were nothing but a boring, pathetic girl. You swallowed the lump in your throat, already feeling the tears stinging at the back of your eyes, "I-I like lots of things, ya know?"

"I know but…they always seem to be the things I like," he shrugged lightly and you could tell there was no malice in his words, "I'm sure we do like a lot of the same things but what about you? Just you?"

"Steve."

"I know so much about you," his voice was so gentle that it almost hurt. You almost would have preferred for him to yell at you or sound mad or something, "but there's still so much I want to learn. It almost feels like you're hiding a part of yourself from me."

"I'm not hiding anything from you," you scoffed and shook your head. Your faze shifted away. Unable to look at him any longer, knowing you'd see hurt in those pretty eyes you loved so much, "its nothing, Steve. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not trying to upset you,” he went to put his hand on your shoulder but you flinched out of his touch, “I just…I don’t know, I want you to feel comfortable with telling me anything. And I feel you’re holding back sometimes. You know you don’t have to do that for me.”

“If you feel that way, then why are you with me?” you stood up and off the couch before he could get a word in, your eyes threatening to spill over with tears. You hadn’t meant to snap at him; seeing the worried look on his face broke your heart, “I-I…I’m sorry, Steve. I gotta go.”

You were up and away, leaving his house as quickly as possible without even giving him a chance to catch up. The worst part of all was that you didn’t even have your own car; he’d picked you up. But that didn’t stop you from almost running down the street. By the time Steve had caught up with what was going on, you’d already disappeared far enough to where his shouts of your name were nothing but a soft, panicked sound in the distance.

This day couldn’t have gotten any worse. And you might just have lost the best thing that ever happened to you.

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You managed to avoid Steve for three whole days. They were the longest and worst days of your life, but that was beside the point. It seemed like after a harrowing seventy-two hours apart, neither of you could stand it any longer. Maybe Robin had been right - maybe you really were just fools disgustingly in love with each other. 

You’d decided that you were going to head over Family Video to talk to Steve; the fact that it was the middle of his shift didn’t even phase you.

Steve had decided that he was going to come and see you, at least wanting to try and find you, and if you weren’t home he would have waited. 

The two of you almost ran into each other on the steps in front of your house. You’d both had the same idea - you couldn’t stand being apart. 

“Steve,” his name fell from your lips like sweet honey and the boy almost melted at the sound. He’d been deprived of hearing your voice, of hearing you say his name for too long. 

“Sweetheart,” his honey brown eyes softened immediately as he looked you over and realized that you were okay. He hesitated, unsure of what he should do, what you would allow him to do. He wanted to wrap his arms around you, but also didn’t want to push your boundaries. But you didn’t hesitate to throw your arms around him, pulling him to your frame as tightly as possible. He was surprised by the warmth in your action but didn’t hesitate to return it. You buried your face in his chest, letting his touch, and smell overwhelm him.

“I’m sorry,” your voice was muffled by the soft fabric of his polo shirt as he squeezed you just a little tighter, “I’m so sorry. I should have snapped at you and I shouldn’t have run away like that. ‘m sorry.”

“No,” he kissed the side of your head, closing his eyes as he breathed in the familiar scent of your fruity shampoo and perfume, “don’t apologize. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“B-but,” you pulled back from him, and he could feel your body  shaking lightly as your lips trembled with effort as you tried not to cry. His large, warm hands cradled your face tenderly as he brushed his thumb over your cheek, wiping away the tears you hadn’t even realized had run down your face, “I was awful to you. You asked me a simple question and I just snapped.”

“You weren’t awful,” he promised and despite his reassurance, you still didn’t feel any better. It was almost infuriating how golden hearted he was sometimes, “we had a minor…hiccup, but that’s it. We’ll get through it.”

“Y-you’re not breaking up with me?” your lips were drawn into a pretty pout and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle fondly as he shook his head. You’d been slowly coming to terms with the fact that he was going to dump you and you were going to have to learn how to leave without him. But apparently that hadn’t even crossed his mind, “are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Why?” your question was so soft and sweet that it brought a smile to his face. You’d always be his silly, beautiful girl.

“Because I’m so in love with you,” he leaned in so he could brush his nose against yours, “and you don’t just quit on those you love. You’re not going to get rid of me that easily, sweetheart. When I said I was yours forever, I meant it.”

“I meant it too,” you whispered softly, “I love you, Steve. So much…”

“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?” a huff of nervous laughter escaped his lips as you pulled back ever so slightly, creating a small but noticeable distance between your bodies, “sweetheart?”

“But…” he knew you so well, sometimes it was almost scary, “I just feel like…if you knew all of me, you wouldn’t love me anymore.”

“You really think that?” he seemed almost upset that you would think so little of yourself. He shook his head, wishing you would give yourself more credit than that. Wishing you could see yourself as he saw you, “there’s nothing you could do to ever make me love you less.”

“Are you sure?” you asked softly, “what if - “

“I’m sure,” he put a gentle finger to your hands before you could even open your mouth to say anything else, “and don’t give me some random weird little thing hypothetical like if you were a murderer. I mean it - I love you as you are.”

“Okay,” you sniffled lightly, nodding your head, “yeah, okay. Do you wanna come in and we can talk?” 

“You sure?” this time it was your to lean in and you brushed your lips against his. He hummed in content, before putting his hands on your waist, his grip tight but protective as he deepened the kiss. You let him take control and let him kiss you dizzy until you were both breathless. He pressed his forehead against yours as his pretty eyes closed, long eyelashes feathering against your cheek, “I guess you are sure.”

“Positive.”

You gave him a soft smile before reaching for his hand and threading your fingers together. You opened the door, tugging him along with you. He easily complied, following you after without hesitation. Truthfully, he would have followed you anywhere and you wouldn’t even have to ask. 

“Come on,” you kicked your shoes off and bounced up the stairs, leading him up. He’d been to your house on several occasions, but this still all felt so new to him. He felt like he was going to see you in an all new light. At the top of the stairs you stopped and turned to him, offering him a shy, sweet smile. With you standing at the top and him on the step below you were the same height for once. That caused you to giggle before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “I really, really like you.”

“That’s funny,” there was a pretty little blush that crept into his cheeks as his big bright eyes watched you intently, “‘cause I really, really like you too.”

You were practically glowing as you padded down the hall with him coming after you intently. When you stopped at your bedroom door, you hesitated for a moment - he’d never technically been in your bedroom before. And that had been for a purpose before…in retrospect it all seemed so silly and childish. Why had you ever doubted Steve, even for a moment?

You opened the door slowly and stepped in, motioning for him to follow, but watching his face curiously to see how he would react. A pretty, bright smile spread across his face as he took it all in. Your space was tidy and organized, feminine to a touch, but the rest was all - 

“Oh,” Steve went to your shelf and looked at some of the hand-painted figurines that lined your wall. Your heart almost dropped into your stomach as you realized that his reaction was already mirroring that of your horrible ex-boyfriend.

“Steve-”

“This is so cool!” 

Oh. Oh. That wasn’t what you weren’t expecting to hear. He touched a few of the intricately painted fantasy figures before looking at the posters of the various bands you liked, the stack of books that are to be read on your desk, and collection of obscure vhs tapes that were waiting to be returned. He turned back to you, his brown eyes twinkling with curiosity as you simply shrugged in a small gesture as if to say ta-da. 

“Y-you’re not making fun of me, right?” you asked softly and he shook his head fervently. How you could not see that he was already so very whipped for you. 

“I would never,” he promised and that’s when you saw the mischievous little glint in his eyes, “I happen to like quirky little nerds quite a bit.”

“I-I’m not-”

“Oh honey,” tender affection laced his words as he wrapped his arms around you and picked you to spin you around. You shouldn’t help but giggle at his playfulness, “you don’t have to lie to me, or ever feel like you have to hide yourself from me. You, sweetheart, are totally a little nerd. I can’t believe that you felt like you couldn’t share this part of you with me.”

“Steve,” your eyes were teary, but this time the tears weren’t of fear or worry, but deep affection for the pretty boy in front of you, “it’s…not you. It was never you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently, his grip around you tightening as he tried to silently tell you that it was okay, that he wanted you to open up to him. You hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding, “it’s okay if you don’t want to or you’re not ready, sweetheart. But I’m always here for you, and I'll be here when you’re ready.”

“I know,” you promised softly, “I trust you, Steve. And I love you.”

“I love you,” you couldn’t help but kiss him gently at that. You sat down at the edge of bed and he followed suit, his body pressed against yours as he reached for your hand and laced his fingers through yours. 

“You know it seems so silly,” you confessed, as you laid your head on his shoulder, “especially when I think about saying it out loud.”

“I don’t think anything related to your thoughts and feelings is silly,” his reassurance came in the form of a soft whisper and a kiss to the side of your head, “really.”

“My ex boyfriend he was…well, at the time I thought he was wonderful, you know? Like he was so wonderful and amazing, but in reality he was a huge jerk and wasn’t good at all,” you sighed heavily, but already felt the tiniest bit better even getting that much out, “he was kinda like that ‘all-american’ good boy, you know? He was the pretty boy jock and everything was appearances to him and looking cool and basically being some sort of mindless robot. And for whatever reason, I convinced myself that was okay for a long time. He was the first person to show any kind of interest in me and I guess I thought I needed that at the time.”

“Did he…was he-”

“No,” you shook your head, happy to at least dispel that much, “he just wasn’t very nice to me. He thought I was pretty, and he liked that I was smart, but he didn’t like much else about me. So, he basically told me that I shouldn’t talk about the things that I was into, the things that weren’t ‘cool.’ At first it upset me, but it was just at the time that I wanted to be accepted and liked. And that’s what I did, I just kind of shoved myself away and did what everyone else did.”

“That’s so…” he’d shifted his body so he was facing you, a hurt expression on his face as he processed everything you had said. You offered him a meek smile and a shrug of your shoulders, “fucked up. I can’t believe that anyone would do that to you, or say that your interests weren’t valid or acceptable.”

“I mean, I feel like it’s partially me too,” you confessed, “I could have walked away but I stayed with him. It just felt like…I couldn’t leave in a way? But now I realize just how stupid it all was. I could have just said no. But I didn’t.”

“But you can’t blame yourself for that,” he insisted, “we were all impressionable when we were younger but that doesn’t mean that we should blame ourselves for things that we did. Besides that, it just seems like he was a huge asshole and just wanted you to make him look good. If anything, he was just insecure about himself.”

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” you sighed softly, finding your boyfriend watching you with a tender expression, “one of the many things I love you about, Steve Harrington.”

“I mean, I am pretty rad,” he teased, running a hand through his soft brown locks, “but so are you, angel. Can I ask what made you break up with him?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted softly, “at some point I just realized that enough was enough. I’d gotten tired of hiding who I was and always having to be on eggshells around other people. So one day, I guess I had a moment of confidence because I just broke up with him. The worst part - maybe also the funniest - was that he didn’t even seem to care. He just said okay and that was that.”

“Wow,” Steve sighed as he shook his head, “he made the worst decision of his life, letting you just walk away. Thankfully, that worked out in my favor, because I got to meet you.”

“Yeah,” that was definitely the best part of all - you got to meet the love of your life, “I agree. Breaking up with him was the second best decision of my life.”

“What’s the first?”

“Deciding I needed to rent a bunch of movies on a random Tuesday afternoon and meeting the pretty boy that was working at Family Video,” he practically melted at the memory of meeting you, of you walking into the store like it was no big deal when in reality you had just knocked his entire world upside down. Steve was a romantic at heart, but he’d never believed in true love until he saw you. And then everything had made sense, it was like everything fell into place. He was looking at you with the sweetest expression and it made you want to hide your face with shyness, “don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” there was a teasing lilt to his voice that you adored, “like I’m in love with you?”

“Yeah,” you admittedly shyly, “like that.”

“But it’s true,” he insisted as you nodded.

“I know, Stevie,” you leaned in and he quickly got the hint as he pressed the most saccharine of kisses to your lips, “thank you for listening to me…and not, you know, judging me.”

“I would never,” you knew he meant it, “and I’m glad that you were able to share that with me. And I hope you know that you never, ever have to hide anything from me. I love you as you are, even all the little bits and pieces you don’t love as much.” 

“I won’t…I just feel silly thinking I ever had to hide from you,” you lightly groaned as yourself, “I know, and I have known, that you would never judge me or anything. You are much too good for that. I guess I just wanted to fit in and wanted you to like me. You’ve always just seemed so cool.”

“Me?” he scoffed playfully as you beamed at him, “cool? Have you seen the dorks that are my friends? I haven’t been cool since…it's been a long time, and honestly, I’m glad we didn’t meet back then. I don’t think you would have liked me at all.”

“Steve-”

“I mean it,” he insisted nervously, “I was umm…kind of a huge dick. I probably was closer to your ex than what I am now.”

It was hard picturing the man in front of you to be anything but the soft-hearted, kind-spoken person he was. He nodded and you touched his face, ghosting your fingers along his freckles, “what changed?”

“I don’t think I ever really did,” he confessed softly, “I think I just realized that I was going along with everything and looking for acceptance and love in all the wrong places. Turns out I had neither of those things back then and I realized that eventually. It just took a good knock on the head - literally and figuratively.”

“Oh my love,” you couldn’t stop yourself from climbing into his lap and wrapping yourself around him like a koala. You knew that Steve didn’t have much of a relationship with his parents, and it made sense as to why he loved his found family so much. He’d always just wanted love, as you had, “I guess we both were silly fools, huh?”

“Something like that…” he agreed softly, “promise me you won’t hide yourself away from me?”

“Pinky,” you held up your hand, pinky out as he laughed and hooked his finger around yours, “now it’s official.”

“Silly girl,” he brought your hand to his lips. He was quiet for a moment before his whole face lit up, “you remember my friend Eddie, right?”

“Of course,” you liked his friends, and you loved that he included you with his group of friends. They’d all been more than kind and you really enjoyed spending time with them, “I don’t think I could forget someone like him…”

“Yeah…” he nodded in agreement before both of you laughed, “he’s something. But - he’s really into Dungeons and Dragons, along with Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. I don’t know if that’s quite up your alley, but I’m sure they’d love to teach and have you play with them.”

“I…that could be very fun,” your heart melted at the thoughtful gesture as you stole a few sweet kisses from him, “I’d love that.”

“I would have said something a lot sooner,” he teased playfully, “but one little dork didn’t want me to know her secrets.”

“I’m not a dork,” you pouted cutely; you both were well aware of the fact that you were a dorky nerd. He raised an eyebrow and the serious face you were trying to keep disappeared and you dissolved in a fit of giggles. Steve took the opportunity to take your face in his hands and peppered kisses all over your face, “fine, fine, fine! But - I’m just a dork, I’m your dork.”

“My sweet, pretty, wonderful little dork,” he praised and you couldn’t help but blossom under his sweet words, “I love you.”

“I love you too, handsome,” you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “so much, in all the ways.”

[wren-dy-flowergarden]

Salutations!

So... um... I'm kind of sick and am in desperate need of Sebek Zigvolt fluff.

How about a Fem!Reader who takes care of Sebek when he's sick, please?

I've read your other works and I absolutely love them 🫶🫶

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ A/N: HIHI! Im crying' over here Im so happy you read my other works too even though they aren't twst fandom. I just love writing. ALSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. Ya know I was just going to make it head cannons but here is a whole ass story cause it's super late and I could not stop on this one while writing it. I really hope that the characterization is right, I don't know that much about Sebek. BUT I hope you enjoy and thank you for being my very first request! ✧.*✦ *.✧.* *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴Sebek x f!Reader *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴Word Conunt: 2.3k <- yes 2k more so pls enjoy *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Tags: sickies in bed, indirect kissing, ungodly thoughts and confused feelings, slightly hidden fluff, in denial about feelings

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The moment there is enough peace on campus to hear your inner thoughts you know something was out of place.

The first couple of periods rushed through with mild amusement. Grim snoring on your left and occasionally a new note would come from Ace across from you making comments about how 'boring' the lecture is.

The usual, but someone was missing in your day.

Next, lunch went with a suspicious calm. No major fights, a couple forkfuls of food splattered in glory across the table from missing its targets, casual conversation, and nothing more.

Usually, lunch is more...

Noisy?

You couldn't find the answers until you saw Lillia who taps your shoulder out of your daydreams. You let out a small gasp waking up to reality, "Lilia! Don't do that- you scared me half to death."

A small fang pokes out of his smile, "Why I'm only here to deliver a message." He puts his hands up in mock surrender, "The small one Sebek is out with a cold right now. Tucked right into bed."

It was like a lightbulb going off. The boisterous energy that would usually interject into your day leading to ridiculous jabs at each other, Sebek, was missing.

No wonder you felt so off.

"He wouldn't keep quiet when I told him to rest. Saying things quite out of place-" he leans closer to you whispering into your ear in a small voice, "' Where is she? Where is (Y/N)?'"

You can feel the tips of your ears burn but you hope your face doesn't give anything away as Lillia breaks away a little happy smile on his face, "Why it seems he is quite fond of you."

Before you could even retort he quips in, "He's up on the second floor at the dorm. Passed out after I cooked him my famous soup!" He waves walking down the hallway, "Keep well!"

He disappears around a corner and you take a deep breath. Sebek sounds delusional, and you can imagine it has to do with something he ate, especially since Lillia cooked it up.

You hear the warning bell and you scamper off to class.

Later today you give him a visit…

Just to make sure he was alright.

Wallet slightly lighter and a fresh chicken noodle soup you step into Diatom's lounge. You're thankful there is barely anyone here right after school, you are even more thankful Jade didn't even bat an eye when you asked for the rushed order before the kitchen was even open. In fact, he just smiled…calmly…

There was more to dissect on that another day.

Winding up the stairwell, you come to a hallway filled with similar wooden doors all facing one direction. The only difference was a small name plate etched into each forehead of the door. The back of your heel clicked down the cobblestone.

"Sebek, Sebek- ah there, Zigvolt."

A knock for life, you hear a groan like one of those zombies in the movies.

"Hey Sebek we uh-" you think about your words before they spill out how much today actually felt off without him, "I heard you were sick!"

You joke raising the bag of soup up as he could see through the door, "I brought you something a little 'better' than Lilia's cooking!" It was more to test how healthy Sebek was and you did not even hear a response.

Wow, he really must be dying.

You crack the door open peeking your head through. Clumps of tissues were littered on the floor along with some plastic bottles and a different assortment of cups and medicine on his nightstand. What you could assume is a mound of a person was huddled into a little ball underneath the sheets.

You walked through carefully avoiding the snot-filled tissues on the ground, "Sebek, hey. How are you feeling?" You tug the edge of the sheet just to let him know there is a healthy presence of life here, "I brought some soup. Really cost me an arm and a leg (yet),"

A shift of the blanked and another groan escapes him, full of snot he lets out a sneeze. He shifts his body to barely peeking out of the blankets, "You cough you're here?" He says it with no bite, but more of wonderment.

It makes your heart melt just a little.

The two of you have been playing this game recently… where he would make an effort to find you and "train mentally" against you. For what training, you still never understood, but it is a usual constant 'noisy' flow of Sebek. Sometimes he brings you extra lunch saying his enemy couldn't give him an easy win when you weren't having a good day. Other times, he might come to do his homework prideful when gets a question right before you and indignant when you need to teach it to him.

…It was obvious you were playing a game. The shy looks went as you both glance over each other, the constant quarrels that you two would get into and it would slowly fade to each other's company. It was even apparent to Silver, yes Silver that you two have been dancing around each other's toes! He said, 'You two are like the old couples in the valley.'

No, you weren't, this development was by Sebek only! It had nothing to do with you and you became a little closed off and a little more cold and you ignored what was hurt on Sebek's face because how could you recognize that emotion if you did not know him well.

A creak breaks you from your daydreams, "(Y/N)…how cough a human like you is going to get sick." You give a soft laugh sitting by the edge of the bed, "Well, it's pretty incredible you're this sick with your genetics, though maybe it's a blessing that I am human- got to have a better immune system than you."

A gaggle of annoyance, "Not- cough true. You're really cough weak."

You roll your eyes, "Obviously since I'm sick in bed right now. Here you should eat." You step near the nightstand to make some room for the bag gently cracking the tape around the lid of the soup. It smells fantastic.

"Here sit up so you can eat."

He doesn't move or at least maybe he tried to because you hear a grunt. What a baby. You place the soup on the nightstand and reach for the covers of his bed pulling it just to be met by resistance.

"Sebek, come on you have to eat."

"I- no hack la-later would be fine."

"But it's going to get cold!"

"Its! It's fine! I cough like it cold…?"

What a liar. He may be able to lift eight chairs but you have the power of surprise on your side. Your hold lessens on the sheets.

"Alright…then I'll come back later."

He relaxes underneath the sheets, "…really?"

Your grip tightens against the sheets again, "Pshhh NO!"

Sheets wave in the air with also a couple of tissues and oh no was that his phone? It's alright though because you won this one and you look down to hopefully see indignation on Sebek's face but…he's- oh completely naked from the top up.

Strongly lined abs with traces of sweat falling down the lines of etched muscles, the way his pecs were peaking due to the sudden rush of cold air, and his collars dipped nicely really painting the picture of a perfect man. Your eyes meet with Sebek's and he has red forming around the edge of his face from the fever! It's the fever…

The sheets slowly cascade down and messily cover his perfect body his shoulders and head now peeking through.

Was it hotter in here your throat feels more dry as you chide him in fake authority, "You- you should really sit up and eat." You glance at the soup the steam still leaking out, "I'll help you!"

It's only a ten-second break to calm your thumping heart as you balance the soup in your hands reaching for a spoon inside the remnant of the bag. You face back and Sebek is now sitting up slightly against the headboard, sheets tucked in like a modest princess above his chest, the face still red.

You make a place facing him, he won't meet your eyes and to be honest, you really can't meet his. But it's not like you haven't seen guys at the beach before, or even at home when it was too hot of a day. The soup swirls in its paper-like container as you lift the spoon up.

"Here say ah."

He doesn't, mouth still shut, ears tingling red. You knew this look it was when you got the question right first when you won.

But that really didn't matter right now.

You lower the spoon, "Alright. Fine. I'm sorry I took your sheets from you." You don't think about how hot he is and continue on, "It's really yummy soup though. I think that you should have some."

To prove your point you blow on a spoonful and dip it into your own mouth, you try not to think of why his eyes won't leave the spoon. It pops out of your mouth, "See better than Lilias."

His eyes furrowed, "You- you can't say anything about cough Lilia-sama." He nodded towards a half-empty bowl on the nightstand, "See! His food is hack delicious." He really must be delirious because the bowl is caked on black with thick goo hardening in it. You don't fight him though, because this is the first real response you got out of him.

You nod, "Yes yes, then you should be able to finish this too?" Another dip into the mixture, "Say ah."

He looks so reluctant like a cat being sprayed with water, but slowly he opens his mouth, "..ah"

You place the spoon in his mouth and you see the way his teeth are a little sharper than yours clink on the spoon, mouth closing around it before a little pop as you pull out.

Your ears start heating as well, you hope you're not getting sick also.

It's almost done when you can touch the bottom of the soup bowl and Sebek has been quite well-behaved the past couple minutes. After the last bite, you pack the trash and a couple of the tissues are littered around in the bad crinkling it shut.

The air was tight.

"I…I should get going." You try to find any excuse to get out, "Grim- he um- need to be fed! Yeah, so I should go back to Ramshackle."

Sebek knew you well enough to hear a shifty excuse so you believed that was the reason he grabs your hand before you can leave, "Wai- Wait!" he hacks into his other arms elbow, "I want- I-." He takes a deep breath his voice becoming less choppy, "They say I need to say "sincerities" when it's my loss…so cough for a small human like yourself coming here I- hack thank you…"

It's the first thank you he has ever given you and you feel this is more than just a 'thanks for taking care of me'. It felt more about the two of you. In truth and honesty, you were the ones who took the first step away from him, even though you may have something more akin to 'feelings' than the general source of friendship you have with your other friends.

You needed to take the first step.

You gave a small smile, "Oh, the great Sebek is thanking a 'small human' like me." You walk up to his bedside, him still sitting in the same position as before. You're close as you lean down only inches away, "Well then, you're welcome Sebek."

You give a small kiss, right on the side of his cheek, just a peck before Sebek has time to process in his foggy brain.

You are already out the door the time you hear a loud holler from his bedroom. Your face was burning red but it felt nice to finally start exploring these feelings.

A couple days later and Sebek was back in action.

Though, he was with you almost 24/7. Even in the evening, he stayed for extra study lessons, more than usual. It went on like that for a couple weeks.

Of course, you are a little slow to the advances of Sebek and it took Lilia (again) to really make the pieces fall in order. It was just a casual conversation

"I'm glad the dear is a little more open about you, why he was such in denial that he even made the excuse to see you as "mental training"!" Lilia laughs and you do your best to add on the conversation.

"Well he's getting better at math now so maybe he will be teaching me about potions soon."

Lillia laughs even harder now at your response and you tut, potions were difficult alright? He seems to read your face with the knowledge of a sage and wipes a nonexistent tear from his eye, "No you are mistaken dear. He said something across the lines, 'My heart keeps thumping around (Y/N) and I need to fix it!'." He grins, "Why he was such a cutie saying that, so in denial back then- you ask well."

Your face is flush, cheeks a rosy red. And comedic timing comes when you least expect it because Sebek is racing down the halls toward the two of you. He grips your face between gloved hands, your face squished together, "Your face is evenly red… ARE YOU SICK!?"

Your words are muffled together, "Nomhrooo mmmmh fhhine Sebrekkk!" You pull his hands away from you, "I'm fine!"

Lillia looks completely amused by this and just has to open his mouth, "Why Sebek, (Y/N) was just telling me how she felt a little under the weather today."

"What no! I'm fine Sebek, really."

He doesn't believe you of course and that day you're carried in his arms to the infirmary him muttering how a pitiful human like you should be more careful all through a crowded hallway.

God, what were you going to do with the both of you?

[yunietunie]

Honey

Okay, so it's been a while since i wrote some angst here you go. No one asked for it but here it is :P. This is ******HEAVILY SPOILED******* on the new MW3 campaign and im sorry.

Summary: Johnny a friend, a soldier, and most importantly, a husband.

Warnings: Heavy, heavy angst.

Suggestion; Listen to “Jacob and The Stone” while reading.

How long have you been in the military? About 7-8 years and now with an additional one from joining TF141. You thrived, you had a lot of praise for your work as a specialist in your area. Your training and work ethic were exceptional, quickly proving your placement onto 141 in the first place. 

“What ya’ reading?” Soap asked you while you had a book in your hands after finishing a report. “Oh you know, just some poetry.” You’d say with a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your head swiveled over to him, to see what direction his voice was coming from. He’d scan his eyes to the title of the book. It read “Honey” By Sarah Gymson.

“You’ll have to lend it to me sometime.” Soap perked up back to your direction. “Here, take it now, I have another copy.” He’d take the book from your hands, putting it to his side.

Simple conversation between the two of you would flow into late night chats, ending up on missions together and becoming really good friends. You’d save him and he’d save you in times of dire need. Your dynamic with John MacTavish was perfect. He a demolition’s expert, you a sniper. It’s like the pieces fit together between the two of you.

You’d glance at each other during debriefs or free time, sending eye messages about how bored the two of you were. You’d usually end up eating lunch together in the canteen of the base, talking about all kinds of things. The occasional teasing was granted but after you got him back of course.

His hand propped to support his cheek while talking with you. “So, what’s your favourite place in the world that you’ve traveled to?” You’d ask him, looking at his soft blue eyes while they glazed over your appearance. “That would be anywhere with you.” Johnny teased towards you with a small smirk. “Oh c’mon, be serious.”

“Okay okay,” He responded, then he looked at his hands and took a deep breath as if he were pondering. Johnny looked back up at you. “The cliffs at Duncansby Head. Somewhere in Caithness.” His voice was velvety as he spoke, a sort of gentleness to it as well while he thought about his choice. Where even was that? Scotland maybe? “Any reason why?”

“It’s calm. The ocean hitting the side of the rock walls, the sound of the waves, the scenery—It’s soothing.” A twitch to the corner of his smile began to form. “Whenever I am frustrated or upset, I think of that place.” Your eyes would watch him while he spoke, a sort of somber expression as he reminisced about his time there. 

While on smaller missions, you got to know each other even better than the last time. The two of you having fun outside of work on your days off. It felt nice to have someone like this with you. Always positive. It wasn’t long before you began to develop feelings for him.

“Hey.” Johnny asked you, folding his arms into his torso, his eyes darting around the area. “Hey.” You responded with a giddy smile. “So—I was thinking,” He seemed nervous, but eager to ask you a question. “That we, uh, grab drinks sometime?” Your eyes widened as your brows shot up in surprise. He wanted to take you out for drinks. 

Little did he know that by asking you that small question a few months ago, you two would spiral into a relationship down the road. Spending almost every day together, some apart of course but you always knew that the two of you would come back. At least that’s what you’d like to believe.

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“Bound by secret ties,

Whispers in the dark unite.

Two worlds now intertwined.”

Over the course of the last few weeks you, the rest of 141 were on countless missions to stop the terrorist attack of Hasan and to stop the weaponization of American missiles. You finally ended up actually stopping him. The capture of Valeria made it a whole heck-of-a-lot easier to find the target. But you made it. You always did. At least with Johnny by your side. 

It had frightened you when you found out that Ghost—and Johnny were betrayed by Graves. No communication. You had no idea if he was alright or injured. But he was a good soldier, he always found a way out, is what you’d tell yourself to ease your mind.

A few hours later, he made it back okay. Sure he was shot, but he was okay. That’s all that mattered. “Bonnie, you came back.” He’d say when he was reunited with you, Price and Gaz after being in Al Mazrah to retrieve Laswell. “Always.” You’d whisper to him before getting gear and tossing it to some Los Vaqueros to help fend off the Shadow Company while retreating.

You’d regroup with everyone back at Alejandro’s safe house to take back their base in Las Almas. Johnny pulled you to the side, away from everyone for a moment to check if you were hurt. “Yer okay?” A soft expression plastered over his face, accompanied by concern. “I'm fine, always will be.” You’d respond with a small grin and an airy chuckle.

After the succession of taking back the base with being unscathed, you’d find yourself sitting next to Johnny, your head resting on his shoulder on the way back to base. He’d been carrying the poetry book you lent him, quietly reading to himself until their arrival back to base.

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“Like bees drawn to sweet embrace,

Love’s nectar we share.”

Another few months fly by without much changing, the relationship between the two of you transpire. He ended up actually proposing to you, a happy gleaming part of your relationship. You got married to the goofy guy you met in the military. The two of you would read the poetry book together before bed or whenever sent on missions, it was your guy’s thing to share.

“Hey so…” Johnny trailed off, his fingers fidgeting with one another while he came up with words to say. “What if we—Had a kid? Not now of course. But in the future?” He asked you with no hint of a joke tone. He was serious. A kid? A kid who could run around the house and keep the two of you busy for years? A kid who would be just like their dad.

It was a cute idea, you loved it. “I say yes to that. I’d love to have a kid.” You responded with a fond smile on your lips, his expression full of love as the two of you cuddled in the bed together. You’d find yourself fidgeting with the rubber wedding band on your finger with a gentle smile, reminding you that you married John MacTavish.

“Makarov?” After the picture slid to you from Johnny’s hand. “What the hell is he doing? I thought we put him into custody four years ago?” You’d ask, your brows furrowing at the thought of evil coming back to haunt you. “He’s planning a prison break, we just don’t know when.” Laswell said, her arms folded atop the bar counter. 

You’d look at the rubber wedding band on your finger, your mind slightly filling with worry. A calloused hand placed over top of yours to provide comfort. Turning your gaze over to Johnny, “We’ll be okay.” His voice reassured your overthinking mind. 

The world was beginning to fill with suspicion of Uzbekistan, from their recent exposure to “terrorist” attacks led by Farah and her military personnel. Which led to you and the rest of 141 to hunt down Makarov and stop him before he created a war between west and east, pinning Uzbekistan and Farah as the terrorists, it would be catastrophic.

After failing to get to the chemicals in the bunker, you somehow, probably by the grace of god, had enough time to tell Laswell to get to safety after her meeting with Yuri. Two missiles from Farah’s base that were stolen, launched to where Laswell was. Everything was fine, or so you thought.

Thanks for some intel given by Shepard… and Graves… You managed to get a hit on some intelligence on the location of a target. You’d have to let your hate dissolve if you wanted this mission to be done. And that's what you did.

After you, Ghost, and Johnny made it to a small island off the coast of a country—You would extract financial dealings that Makarov had Melina do. Finding the sweet spot, you head back to Russia and capture his Second in Command and get more intel since Makarov wasn’t there.

This endless fight of the five of you trying to find the man behind it all while fighting your way through Konni was tiring. But you had the love of your life around almost every corner. Just being near him gave you comfort and other perspectives. 

“Another hit,” Laswell stated over comms to each of you. “Possible ID on a hacker that has a buyer, he’s connected to Makarov.” “Where?” Johnny asked quickly, hoping to bring an end to Makarov’s reign of terror and death. “London.” That was a surprise? He’s attacking in their home country? There wouldn’t be more information until Laswell spoke again. “He’s going to use the trains underground.”

“The ones that connect the UK and France? That’s hundreds of miles of train rails.” Price said in his gravelly frustrated voice. But what choice would they have? They would try to pin him in the middle. TF141 would come in from the UK side, to get discrete info off the hacker and buyer to get Makarov’s full location while another unit would enter from the france destination and meet in the middle. 

If all the intel they had was right—Makarov was planning to bomb the railway, killing innocent Men, Women and Children in the trains to make yet another seemingly false blamed terrorist attack. You’d look at Johnny, a deep breath in and one out before looking back at the screen. The two of you would get prepared and head towards the pier in London to find the hacker. 

Blending in, Ghost and Gaz were already in position over the comms and attempting to use Surveillance cameras for any outliers. You and Johnny split up, eventually being on opposite sides of the Hacker, hoping to listen in on anything she would say for intel.

“It’ll be done.” She said, the phone holding up to her ear while she paced around. Then she turned her head around, seemingly paranoid of being watched. She began to walk away, you were following her with Johnny holding your hand, being a couple in public to draw away suspicion.

Johnny held your hand, then used his free one to stop you to look at him. “I love you. So so much.” He said in a soft voice before planting a kiss on your lips, you returning the favour. “I love you too, Johnny.” You smile after tearing away from his kiss. That was enough time to distract the hacker and for the two of you to move into a different position.

“The payment is already finished, orange cap. Pleasure doing business.” And with that Ghost began to look through the cameras on the streets for a man with an orange cap, hoping that is who they were looking for. After a few minutes, they saw the buyer enter through an abandoned and discrete subway tunnel entrance. 

“Perfect place for them to hide.” Gaz said through the radio. You and Johnny began to head towards that area, meeting up with Price, Ghost and Gaz who would meet you three on later. You, Johnny and another unit began to plow through the Konni group, your eyes would glance over to Johnny to make sure he was safe at every free second you were given. 

Finally, making it down the steps and to the railway, you begin to head towards where the bomb was located, hoping to see Makarov there. The sound of russian words, bullets flailing and the train would muffle things out for you. Taking out the troops easily with the help of Johnny by your side, alongside the rest of the other unit. As you rushed to get past the incredibly fast train, you eventually made it to the middle platform where even more troops rushed out to greet you with unfriendly weapons.

You turn your gaze to the center, the bomb making slow yet quiet beeps as the timer begins to decrease. “Johnny—In the center, I'll cover you.” You’d say as the two of you began to make it towards the center, making sure he was safe in the process. “Got it.”

After a few seconds, he began to pry at the latch and grunted at frustration. “This needs two people, get a snake cam and insert it on the other side.” He said as he began to tug and push aside wires. You inserted a snake cam inside the metal frame. “Look to your right, I need the logo of the circuit.” You squint your eyes and turn it to the right to find what he had asked for. “Bear.”

“Bear okay.” After a few more minutes of him attempting to cut off the time he spoke once more, a bit rushed. You only had a minute until it detonated. “Give me the third number of the serial code. It's on the left bottom corner.” You scramble the snake cam over to the side and find it. “9.” you said swiftly, he inputs it and it was correct.

“Okay—Last thing, Bonnie. On three, we cut the red wires.” Soap said as he held up the pillars to the red wire about the same time you did. “1…2–”

Bang

A strange pain filled you as you were knocked back to the concrete floor, your head instantly turning to Johnny as you groaned, a gun fired at his torso, knocking him down as well. “Johnny—!” You shout, your eyes meeting with dead ones, then at a gun pointed to your head, a finger over the trigger.

“This is to teach you a lesson. Don’t bury your enemies alive.” Makarov stated with a chuckle just before he was about to shoot a hole into your skull. That was when, in a flash, you saw Johnny leap from the ground and stab Makarov in the neck with his combat knife. Moving quickly, Makarov twisted Johnny’s arm in front of him to get the knife out. Your loving eyes watched as his body hit the ground after a final gunshot. Makarov looked like he was about to shoot you but as soon as Price, Ghost and Gaz came, he ran. Fucking coward.

You were still shell shocked, your head turned towards the corpse of your husband. “No.” You said wearily. You would clutch the side of your torso where you had been shot and crawled over to him. Tears pricked your eyes. “No, no, no. Please.” Your broken voice would beg. You placed two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse, even though it was apparent that he was–gone.

You tore your hand away from your side, not caring about blood loss. Not caring anything at that moment. “My boy. Not my boy. Please—Please don’t leave me.” You screamed as you placed his cheeks into your palms, your tears hitting his face. “Please..” You’d whisper, pressing your foreheads together, wishing this wasn't real. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“It was supposed to be me.”

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“Crimson roses fall, 

Life’s bloom fades,

A final breath.

Death’s touch, a silent call.”

A/N: i cried. Ugly cried even, when i played the campaign and experienced this and now do some other people :3.

[izzy2210]

For @inklessletter's request (fucking ages ago)

Eddie calling to customer service to complain about a product ready to fight the whole company but it's Steve picking up the phone, who by the way just learned it is his last day in the company so spends the whole call flirting with Eddie.

I changed it a little bit cus I honestly don't see Eddie fighting a company that hard (I tried ok it just didn't work out how I wanted it to) but here you go!

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Steve has had a shit day. His boss has had enough of him, and told him yesterday that today would be his last day working for this shit company. He’s supposed to pick up the phone and calm people down that complain about the shit product that they sell, and then try to sell them more shit products instead. He’s in this little booth, one of the last people in the office because it’s late, and his phone rings.

“Shaw’s Sanitary, Steve speaking, how can I help you?” If he sounds a bit less enthusiastic than is required it’s a coincidence, he promises. 

“Shaw’s Sanitary’s Steve?” the voice on the line says, clearly amused, “That’s funny.” 

Steve bites his tongue, be nice to the customers, “Yeah, I get that a lot. What seems to be the problem mr. ..?” 

“Edward, name’s Edward.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Last name?”

“Munson. Look, I bought a shitter here at Shaw’s Sanitary, Steve, and I was-” Steve sighs, not bothering to mute his mic.

“This a prank call?”

The line is quiet.

“Maybe.” There’s no giggling from other people in the background, so not a bet. Steve’s good at this, now. 

“Well, Maybe Munson, it’s my last day here and,” he looks over his booth, and he’s really alone now, “I can’t fuck this up more than I already did, so how are you today?”

He hears a laugh, a wholehearted one, and he smiles. “I’m good man, I was really bored, and thought this would cheer me up.”

“Well, it did!” Steve grabs the cord of his phone and twirls it around his finger. 

“Yeah, it kinda did. Why’s this your last day, you seem.. Good? At your job?” The doubt in his voice makes Steve laugh. 

“Nah, not really. Apparently I am ‘too sassy’ or somethin’. I don’t see it.” 

That laugh again. 

“I do. You’re funny. And I could hear the air quotes just now.”

“Oh could you, Edward?” Steve lowers his voice a little. 

“Eddie.” Suddenly his voice is shaky. 

“Huh?” Steve tilts his head, a small smile tugging at his face.

“Call me Eddie.” he hears faint tapping in the background, of fingers, maybe.

“Do I make you nervous, Eddie?” He tries to sound suave, but his hand gets tangled up in the cord, and he swears in his head, trying to detangle himself.

“Kinda.” Eddie giggles through his words.

Steve mutes for a second, letting himself breathe, for fuck’s sake. Is he going to do this?

Fuck it. He unmutes.

“Hey Eddie, do you perhaps like boys?”

Silence.

More tapping.

More silence.

“Yes.”

Steve sighs, not muting this time. 

“Do you perhaps want to go out with me?”

A staggering exhale, and a laugh. 

“Yes.” 

“Oh- okay, I-uh, get off at nine, so we-uh, could meet up at-”

“Not so confident now, Stevie?”

Fuck.

“Maybe.”

“Well, Maybe Stevie, we could meet up at Loch Nora?”

“S-sure, yeah.”

“See ya then, Stevie.”

“See ya.”

Steve stares at the grey walls of his booth for another five minutes. Only two thoughts are going on in his head, bouncing around like ping-pong balls; What the fuck just happened, and what does he look like?

He shrugs.

He guesses he'll find out.

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hehehe this was funnn @wynnyfryd @steddieas-shegoes i guess you guys would also like to know im doing these finally?

[the-grand-av3]

HIYA

IT'S ME AGAIN

*silence*

The girl that sent you the drawings of Al and Vox?

...

ANYWAY

I have questions especially for Al and Vox because I have a weird obsession with the two because both of them technically have a technology part of them.. and these are technology questions... YEa-

SSSSOo (Sir Pentious get out this is my ask not yours)

Alastor: Can you play music through your 'biological' radio? yk. since your voice sounds like that I thought that there's a radio in ya. (Oh my god i cannot word it otherwise I'm sorry.)

Vox: Can you play movies/videos through- uh- ya head?

Vox & Al: If you can do what I asked before, then

How do you get signal?? (I hope you know what I mean)

If you do that and fall asleep, does the sound/video disappear?

HOW DO Y'ALL DRINK?? HOW.DO.YOU.DRI-

Can you watch movies/listen to podcasts through ya mind or do you have to play it aloud in Al's case...? Does Vox just stand in front of a mirror and... AHHAHAHAHAHAHAA OH MY GOD HAAA I NEED AN ARTIST TO DRAW THAT. JUST. JUST VOX IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR STANDING AWKWARDLY THERE WATCHINGA MOVIE LMFAO-

*gets murdered by Niffty*

Had so much fun reading this ask

Thus is a long one, so I'll just...

Add a read more option

Yes! I do recall you, bellacountry. Quite the amazing artist, I must say!

Oh right.. shoulda added more muscles to me now that i look back at it

are none of you capable of saying thank you

Okay, ignoring the strike through, we can answer these

Will do. The first question is for me, so move aside, dear. While I cannot produce music through my biological chords, I can produce them through my microphone. You could say my microphone is an extension of my mind, relaying my thoughts and emotions.

She made it sound really suggestive

Vox.

Sorry

Anyways yes I can. The other pricks in the tower

Velvette and Valentino.

Think its SOOOO funny to use the remote to mute m

...

LMAOAIA NEVER GETS OLD

--E that. I can play movies and stuff too, I have some downloaded when im bored

Well, I always have signal to air my show! My microphone produces that for me. However, the higher I go, the more clear and wider my broadcast is!

My antennas give me my signal. If those get hit or knocked, it makes the world sound fuzzy for a few seconds

Also makes your screen grainy, dear. My radio static noises do fade a little when I'm tired. But that means everyone across Pride knows I'm asleep, so I rarely sleep to begin with.

I charge like a phone

It's funny. He has a little Vox symbol bouncing around on his face.

Ok first of all fuck you i dont need a mirror (yes he does) second of all I've already watched all the movies in Pride

I can! They come through my microphone. Soap operas, roleplays, dramas, the likes and wonders!

I drink with my mouth. (:

We don't question that shhhhh

SEE

SEE I TOLD YOU SHES FERAL

She's such a sweetie!

[otteritos]

Tag 9 People You Want to get to Know Better

OMFG! i was actually tagged in something (by @avephelis)!!!! woohoooo! yippee!!!!!

CURRENTLY READING:

nothing. i need to read more. i barely even read fics nowadays ToT... and now that the spring semester starts in a week i'll be reading tons of stuff i dont even want to 🙃. im gonna make a reading list i kinda wanna check out The Locked Tomb and finish Heroes of Olympus.

FAVORITE COLOUR:

RED!!!!! not necessarily the Red red we know but i love ruby red and lightish red, like #f66664. and deep blues. basically anything that would be in the sky a bit after sunset.

LAST SONG:

pretty proud of this one tbh. Destroyed By Hippie Powers by Car Seat Headrest. i fucking love csh dude. ironically enough i listen to them all the time while driving

LAST MOVIE:

Emily The Criminal with Aubrey Plaza. wasnt my first choice to watch that night but my family wont watch animated stuff. 7/10 pretty entertaining. i REALLY wanna see puss in boots: tlw though ive been meaning to go see it but ive been so busy

SWEET/SPICY/SAVOURY:

spicy all the way i fucking love spicy food dude.... i have a huge sweet tooth as well but im pretty sure i eat at least a half cup of cholula hot sauce every single day

CURRENTLY WORKING ON:

my oc comic adventurer kinda??? but not really. it's been in production limbo for like 3 years lmao + im currently in toh hell pumping out as much fanart as i can before it ends so uh ya !!!

ok thats it!! sorry im kinda boring ive been busy with work and home these days. tysm for tagging me avph i love your art sm teehee

uhhh i guess ill tag mutuals @arbushq , @subterra-rose, @catt-crossing, @strawberriandromeda, @zestypeener, @feralfrogs, @tinycatcoven, @trunksette, @clambuoyance :)

also if u see this and wanna do it then go for it dude!!!

[coolocgod]

Ya know what, time for strangled red theories cues im bored and still patiently waiting for the remake

So, i have a few theories but the first one is caretaker mike, basically in the remake for strangled called "house in the grass" theres a family photo, with mike, steven and their parents, but the thing is we never see those parents in original strangled red, and i feel like they would know if one of their sons was ya know, pretty much insane, so the theory i have was, maybe the parents possibly abandoned mike and steven, or their missing, unsure which one would be more accurate, but mike probably after something happened to the parents had to take care of steven alone, and ofcourse take care of their pokemon aswell, but thats the main theory, i forgot what the other ones were actually, we'll see if they can reappear in my brain XD, but uh ye thats mainly it

[rockkandii]

Playlist

Hana: Wait- you like, WHO?!

Y/n: DONT! Hana, please, for the love of everything please don't lose it. Like I said, it's just a crush! Nothing crazy!

Hana: Oh come on, when do I ever 'lose it'

Y/n: Really..?

Hana: Uh, noted. But anyways, PLEASE tell me I heard you right!!

Y/n: Yeah, you did.. but, like I said it's just-

Hana: Yeah yeah, just a crush sure. But, I mean come on! You liking anyone is a miracle of its own but LUCIO?!

Y/n: GAH- can you not Shout his name please?!

Hana: Oop- ha, sorry. But seriously! You've got a crush on our designated music man?

Y/n: Well.. I mean yeah, we've been getting out on a lot of missions together lately and sometimes I'm a bit nervous before hand so he's been letting me listen to music on the way there to help calm me down and then.. well we got to talking and such and he's really interesting and ya know he's always been cute and- GAH im rambling! *Hiding their face while Hana is grinning like a madwoman*

Hana: So what I'm hearing is, you've gotten to know him and he's gotten to know you and nowwww we just need to find out if he feels the same?

Y/n: Oh lord, no Hana, please.. I couldnt. I don't need to know anything, for all I know he's just been very nice this whole time and it's one sided and I don't want it to be awkward..

Hana: Oh don't worry! You, don't need to do anything but stay here. Detective Hana is on the case, I'm a master of stealth and information gathering. He'll tell me everything without even knowing it.

**Later that night**

In the common room, Hana finally found Lucio who was scrolling through his phone while listening to music.

Hana: Hey Lucio! *Plops down next to him, scaring him out of his thoughts*

Lucio: Woah- oh! Hey Hana! What's up?

Hana: Oh nothing much, just been wandering around bored. How bout you?

Lucio: Oh ya know, just- listening to music, the usual. *Hana goes to look over his shoulder, but he leans the phone away a bit*

S-so uh, was there- did you- uh, didja need something?

Hana: Yes actually. *Stares at him squinting*

Lucio: Okay..? And that is?

Hana: Do you like y/n? *Lucio chokes on nothing trying to suck on a breath at hanas forwardness*

Lucio: Do i- huh?? Where'd you get that from? Why do you ask?

Hana: You're so nervous, so I take that as a yes? *Smirking at her totally "stealthy" accomplishment*

Lucio: *Sighs, setting his phone down and nodding* yeah, you got me. I've actually been trying to tell them for like, a week now but every time I try I get all jumbled up and can't get it out right. So, all day I've been putting together a playlist of songs that actually fit their vibe but also spell out what I'm tryin to say.

Hana: That's actually so cute, omg.. they'll be so happy, you totally gotta finish it and send it to them! *Hopping on the couch in happiness*

Lucio: Whoa wait, back it up, they'd actually be happy? Wait a minute, did they say something about me?

Hana: *Sweating in nervousness* uh- no? Oh wow look at the time! I've gotta go walk my mech, see ya later! *Bolts out of the room, leaving a blinking Lucio behind.

Lucio: Man, what?

**The next day, Hana returns from a last minute overnight mission.

Y/n: HANA

Hana: What- huh? What'd I do?! *Notices it's y/n running towards her* oh crap.

Y/n: HANA YOUR STEALTH SUCKS BUT I LOVE YOU

Hana: *Completely confused now as she's getting shaken back and forth* what even, huh??

Y/n: Lucio, he came to my room last night sometime after you and the others left for the mission and he sent me a playlist.. it was so sweet and had so many good songs but then all the titles clicked and he likes me back.. and after we talked about all that he also mentioned your not so subtle way of asking about his feelings.

Hana: *Nervous laughter* haha, yeaaaa.. well I mean it all worked out, yea?..

Y/n: Yes, yes it did. Now, you go get your rest. I'll be with Lucio in the library if you need me.

[justanotherblogger]

Shadow Trails ~~~~~~~~~~

Charlie looks up at the demon. He's taller than her, with card symbols all over his wings and outfit. He wears a black bowler hat and a white dress shirt with a red and black blazer, one that has the sleeves rolled up and two white J's standing back to back on the left chest pocket.

His gray pants are baggy, but dont bunch around his ankles while having diamonds, spades, hearts, and clubs going down in lines. He looks down at her with almost glowing yellow eyes.

Charlie rubs her eyes, blinks twice, and then gives a big smile. "Hello there! How can I help you? Are you here to stay at the Happy Hotel?"

The sinner tips his hat to her politely. "Heya. And, ah, no, I'm not exactly looking to stay here." The cat sinner ruffles his wings. "The name's Husk, gambling overlord, y'know. I own the casino "Chips and Trades" down on Betters Way. I was wondering if..." Husk had started.

But Charlie stopped listening when he said the casino name. This is the King of Cards. The King of Cards. Outside her door. Seemingly looking for her specifically for whatever reason. She should've noticed sooner with his souls being heavier than a normal sinners. Oh shit.

Husk coughs into his clawed hand before speaking again. "What do ya-" She closes the door in his face. Oh crap she closed the door in his face!

She quickly opens it again. Husk stares back, confused. "Uh, hello-" he tries to speak, but she closes it again. Aw crap. Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap-

"Uh, Vaggie?" Charlie yells into the lobby, voice a bit wobbly.

"What is it?"

"The King of Cards is at the door..."

"Wait, what!?!" Vaggie yells, sitting up from the couch.

"What should I do!?" Charlie pulls on her hair, pacing in front of the doorway.

"Well, don't talk to him!"

"Who?" Angel pipes up, seemingly done with his popsicle as he waves the stick around for emphasis.

Charlie bites her nail before looking back at the door. Maybe he wasn't here for any bad reasons? He did seem like he was trying to talk to her civilly. But what if hes trying to ruin or take the hotel? Ugh! This is going nowhere!

'Y'know what? Im gonna do it. This hotel can't have it that much worse anyway.'

She finally takes a deep breath before opening the door again, looking Husk straight in the eyes. Sorry, Vaggie.

He looked down unimpressed. "Can I continue?" He asked in a bored tone. "You can." Charlie responds, trying to remain a bit confident.

Husk just shrugs in response before ducking through the door, almost knocking Charlie over with his wings. "The name's Husk, but I already told you that. I'm here to make a proposal for you and your... lively hotel." He looks around the battered entrance and cringes. "To give a good fix-up in return for something I suddenly need."

"Wait, really!?!" Charlie stopped herself before continuing. "Uh, *ahem* so, what do you need exactly?" She quickly saves, following him to the lobby.

But before Husk can respond, an angelic spear is aimed straight at his throat. "Stop. Right there." Vaggie suddenly snaps. Husk snarls down at the weapon.

Charlie quickly steps between the two. "Vaggie, stop! We don't need violence right now. He's here to make a proposal for the hotel!"

Vaggie huffed before rebuffing her statement. "What would a gambling overlord have to gain from our hotel? One that's also specifically known for trickery and manipulation?" She gives a harder glare towards the overlord.

Husk swats the tip away from his neck before speaking. "Just so you know, I only do that to lower level assholes I don't like. I can be civil when I have to, and with the right people." He adds the second bit like an afterthought.

"And what business do you have at our hotel? Do you even believe in our hotel's cause?" Vaggie asks skeptically.

Husk suddenly laughs. " Oh! Yeah, no. I don't really think your whole 'redemption' thing is going to work out in what I think you're hoping for. I'm just here to see if this could be something interesting enough to invest in."

If looks could kill, Husk would be dead where he stood as Vaggie glared holes into the back of the overlords head.

However, Charlie suddenly grabs Husk's arm and leads him towards the staircase, trying to deescalate the situation. "Well then, I think a tour is in order for our future investor!" She laughs nervously before shooting a begging look to Vaggie.

Vaggie stands still for a second. Finally, she glares at Husk's back before lowering her weapon, groaning, and shooing them off. Charlie gives a happy squeak and starts dragging Husk off around the top of the staircase.

Vaggie throws herself back onto the couch and sets her spear within arms reach. She starts to rub her temple violently. This isn't going to end well.

"So, what's with whisker?" Angel suddenly asks, sitting down on the arm of the couch and staring at the pair walking all over the hotel. "Y'know, the big fluff-ball ya got Charlie dragging everywhere?"

Vaggie pipes up, exasperated. "Wait, you don't know the King of Cards? Husk? Husker?"

"I've heard the name 'Husker' used around the studio sometimes, usually in passing." Angel stands up and sits in the armchair across from the couch. "Huh, woulda thought he'd be a bit less, y'know, cuddly. Don't know much 'bout him otherwise."

Vaggie looks even more exasperated than before. "You don't know about his deals with The Legends?" Angel shrugs. "His rise up in ranks over a couple of days? The one who tore down all existing systems and pioneered his own on a straight up gamble?"

Angel gives another shrug before crossing his arms. "I don't really follow politics. I might start if he's front and center, though." He gives a smirk in the overlords direction.

"Ugh, Angel Dust..." Vaggie sighs before continuing. "The King of Cards arrived in hell just before the Overlord Slaughter."

Angel Dust sags. "Oh here we go."

"Shut up. Anyways, he had never shown his face before the overlords started to go missing. People say he organized the whole thing to take advantage of the other overlords, who were called The Legends for surviving the massacre. He preyed on their fear of death from whatever being killed the others, and gave them protection in exchange for parts of their domain, their power, and some even gave away their souls to avoid the next slaughter.

"This sudden surge in power gave him the ability to do almost anything he wanted. He started to tear down the previous influences of the other overlords, things like brands, buildings, and even whole districts, as he rebuilt things to his liking.

"This is how Betters Way was created, with Chips and Trades as the star of the alley. You couldn't walk two feet without seeing an ad for whatever the King of Cards had going at the time. And he never stopped growing.

"He'd take sinners and demons alike to his table, letting them think they even had a chance in besting the head of the gambling district. They would all fail, as the house always wins and have everything taken from them. Their possessions, their achievements, and their own souls would be ripped from them to be added to the ever growing mound.

"This is why we can't get involved in something that runs around him. He lies, he cheats, and he always finds some way to have his interests win over all or tear you down to bits until you can't be anything without what the King of Cards holds in his hands." Vaggie takes a deep breath.

Silence is the only thing between them before Angel speaks up again. " Hah! Well, to me, he looks like an oversized build-a-bear accident."

Vaggie grumbles before glaring back at the Overlord, who was with Charlie and starting to walk back down the stairs. "Well, I don't trust his intentions."

Angel Dust raises a brow but says nothing, looking at the pair now standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Vaggie seemingly has enough as she gets up and drags Charlie away, leaving Husk to his own devices in the lobby.

Only when they're far enough away does Vaggie speak again. "You can't seriously be thinking about trusting that guy, right? He literally gambles peoples souls away for a living. He doesn't believe in what we're trying to do here, and he might even try to take one of our souls or tear down all of our work! "

Charlie glances at Husk before grabbing one of Vaggie's shoulders. "I know, Vaggie. He's definitely not here to be redeemed or to help with the idea of redemption in mind,"

Husk is now looking at the paintings on the walls, walking in front of them all with little to no interest for what's depicted on them.

"But this is what our hotel is about. To give sinners a chance and to have faith that they can be better! Turning someone away isn't something I can do. Just trust me this once, ok? Also, I'll give you full reign to do whatever if he tries anything."

Vaggie seems to think it over before answering. "Ok, just be sure not to make any exchanges, deals, or anything like that with him, got it?"

Charlie giggles before letting go of Vaggie. "Don't worry so much, Vaggie. If there's one thing I learned from my dad, it's that you dont take shit from other demons!"

Vaggie watches as Charlie confidently walks back up to Husk. "So, uh, Husk. I know you probably don't believe in what I'm doing and are just here for personal gain, but I do believe in what we're trying to do here." She says with a serious tone.

"This hotel is about taking chances and having the idea that sinners can be better in the first place, so I accept your offer to help out in our hotel. No strings attached or whatever you do with bets in your casino."

Husk squinted down at Charlie. "Hey now, I never made an offer like that. I made a proposal to help fix up this hotel in exchange for getting my name back into the game. I can give you more in exchange if you desire."

Husk suddenly holds out his hand as their surroundings turn a warm orange hue; soft voices echoed throughout the air.

Charlie immediately backs up from Husk. "Yeah, uh, no. No deals, no hand shaking, no exchanges, ok? Uhm, what about this instead."

Husk pulls his hand back and looks at Charlie expectantly. She coughs into her hand, then looks to Vaggie giving her an approving expression before speaking again.

"I, Princess of Hell, hereby declare that Husk, the gambling overlord, is to help out and fix the hotel to his best abilities for however long he desires in exchange for Husk's, uh, publicity." She finishes before looking back up at Husk.

He squinted down at her, seemingly thinking about her choice of words, then nods. "Good enough for me." Charlie let a breath she didn't know she was holding out in relief.

Husk suddenly walked around the lobby, starting to pick apart all the things that needed fixing. "Where is the rest of your staff anyways?"

Charlie tilts ger head to one side. "Staff?"

"Yeah, staff. Y'know, to help keep this hotel running? Things like maids, customer service people, the front desk runners?"

Charlie shrinks slightly before pointing to Vaggie. She in response just glared back into the overlords eyes.

Husk flinches back a bit. "Ho, yeah. You're going to need more than that to keep this hotel from running into disrepair."

He scans the room before finally acknowledging the resident spider sitting on the arm chair.

"And what exactly can you do?"

Angel Dust smirks before answering. "I can suck your dick!"

Silence falls in the lobby with Husk just staring for a second. Then he sighs, and grumbles something akin to "I'm too sober for this."

Angel laughs in his seat as Husk walks back to the center of the room. "Well, this certainly won't do if you're going to keep this project running. I might as well use a couple of tricks up my sleeve to at least give it a chance."

He then takes a jack of hearts from his sleeve and throws it into the parlor fireplace. It suddenly lights up as the entire parlor becomes free of dust and debris, with a little figure blackened by char stuck in the fireplace.

Everyone just stares as Husk goes up, picks the figure up by the scruff, and shakes the ash right off it. A single eye looks back up at them as he drops her back to the ground.

She's smaller than everyone there, about 3 feet tall if someone were to guess. She has a red poodle skirt on, with a poofy white shirt with three red spots on the chest and a white J surrounded by a red heart embroidered on top of where a human heart would be. There's a small red scarf around her neck, and her hair is short with red and orange highlights. She looks around the room erratically with her yellow eye.

"This little thing is Nifty. She'll make this hotel the cleanest it can be and keep everything in order. Just don't get too close: she can and will stab you." Husk warns before stepping back.

"Hi! I'm Nifty! It's been a while since I've seen other sinners in person." She rambles before looking around the lobby. Her face immediately drops.

"Oh my gosh! This place is filthy! It needs a lady's touch, which is weird because all of you are ladies, no offense." She speaks quickly as she takes a duster from... somewhere, and starts to clean every inch of the place, sometimes stabbing roaches with a sewing needle.

Angel scoffs at her comment but says nothing more. After she's apparently done, she skitters back to Husk's side and looks up at him with a begging look.

"So when are you bringing Al?" She asks a bit jittery, but with certainty. Husk rubs his temple. "I just brought you here, Nif. Summoning you guys takes a lot outa' me, believe it or not."

"Who's Al?" Charlie pipes up.

"Ooh, he's the best!" Nifty speaks up before Husk can answer. "He let's me climb all over him and put on roach puppet shows at his poker table without shooing me away!"

Husk speaks up before she can continue rambling. "*ahem* He's my top dealer. Got his soul a couple of years back, and now he works the poker tables and on my schedule. Brings in more souls than the rest per week on floor 13."

Vaggie squinted in suspension. "And what can he do for the hotel?"

Husk shrugs. "You'll see." He grumbles the next part mostly to himself. "I need to get him anyway. He holds all my liquor."

He then takes a deep breath before pulling out an ace of spades card from his left chest pocket. He flicks it onto the open floor as it grows and levitates upright

As if thrown, a figure stumbles from the cards picture, making the card blank for the time being. It shrinks and starts to float down before the figure snatches it and puts it back into his right chest pocket.

A soft hum of static could be heard after his arrival. He's taller than Husk, but not by much. He wears brown dress shoes, black slacks, a long-sleeved white undershirt, a dark red vest, and a black bow tie with a red jewel in the middle. On his right chest is a pocket with an embroidered A on top of a black spade.

He has striking, wavy red hair, with deer ears that stick up on either side of his head and a small tail. The tips of his ears, tail, and hair look like they were dipped in black, with the hair framing yellow eyes with red irises. The only thing blocking them were gold framed glasses that had a beaded chain to hang them around his neck while not in use.

When the figure finally steadied himself, he began to speak to the Overlord. "What fantastical event do you need me for now Husker-" he finally looked to the group as he turned around, eyes widening slightly as he set them on Charlie.

But he quickly took the situation in stride, patting down his uniform and speaking in his radio-like voice. "Why, hello there! My name is Alastor. It is a pleasure to be meeting you." He gives a nod, then a small smile, revealing sharp teeth through the gap.

Vaggie's eyes widen in turn, but she doesn't say anything back. "What exactly am I doing this time?" Alastor asks, now aimed back at Husker.

He huffed before answering. "You're gonna man the front desk at this "Happy Hotel". Making sure people check in, get the right keys and shit. Maybe a card game or two while they're here."

Charlie speaks up. "Wait what-"

Husk is already throwing the cards before she can finish. The cards surround the beaten up front desk, swirling around it and blocking the set up from view before throwing themselves back into Husk's deck, with a brand new poker table in place of the previous desk. The entire thing looks brand new, with fixed key holders to one side and a stock of liquor in the other.

Vaggie seethes. "What is this!? This is a place that discourages sin! We can't have a literal bar as our check-in desk!"

Husk raises a brow. "But it's not a bar. It's a poker table." He gestures to the surprisingly smooth poker table currently displayed as a desk. Angel Dust snorts before adding on. "Yeah, toots. That's obviously a poker table."

"Ugh! I can't with you two." Vaggie walks back over to the couch and flops down. Alastor grins at the scene before heading behind the desk.

Charlie takes this opportunity to go up and lean against the desk to talk to Alastor. "Hi! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE IT HERE!!!!"

Alastor gives a small chuckle in response. "I think I might find this at least a bit entertaining. Haven't been summoned like this since 1997! It does get boring after shuffling so many cards and sitting around the same establishment all day, you know. I'm excited to see where this project will take us, my dear!"

Charlie gives a big smile to him as she turns back to Husk, waiting for him to say something.

He ruffles his wings again before speaking. "So, uh, what do ya' think?" He asks with a lazy tone.

Charlie literally squeals in delight. "This is amazing! Thank you so much, Husk!" Vaggie sits up just to mumble out a quick."I guess I can tolerate it."

"Good, cause I wasn't gonna change nothing anyways." Husk slinks to the front desk and just asks Alastor for the usual thing of alcohol.

Alastor just nods as he wrangles an energetic Nifty from his shoulder and sits her down across from Husk. "Try to stay still for once, Nifty."

Nifty is now bouncing in her seat as Alastor pours out Husk's drink. Setting it in front of him, Alastor exits the desk and picks up a now very jittery Nifty, making sure she doesn't go out on a stabbing rampage again.

Vaggie had already sat up, with Charlie now sitting next her her. They just watch the scene unfold, with Angel surprisingly quiet in the armchair.

The nice silence was suddenly broken as one of the hotels' walls crashed down, causing everything to be covered in a layer of dust, again.

The force caused the pair of girls to fall sideways on the couch, knocked Angel completely off the chair, and hit Husk's drink out of his hands before he could take a second sip. Alastor and Nifty are relatively unphased.

Manic laughter could be heard from outside as the group went and looked out of the crash site.

"It isss I! Sir Pentiousss! I know you're in there, Angel Dussst! Prepare for a rematch and to face my wrath!" The snake sinner declared as he shot up the surrounding area.

Husk stepped outside first, observing the threat level, and then deeply groaned. Alastor came right up to his side. "Want me to take care of it?"

Husk shook his head and started to ready his wings. "Nah, he spilled my drink. Also, I should show these guys what I'm actually made of."

With that, he took off right in front of the blimp. He punched the front, causing glass to shatter everywhere outside and inside the blimp.

Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel just stared as Husk went ham on the poor sinner. He threw cards that cut through the steel like butter, never-ending ribbons that restricted all of the blimps movement, and the bomb that was about to release got poofed into pigeons with a single touch after being completely covered up by the ribbon.

One card finally hit the engine, causing the entire thing to explode, sending the snake flying in the opposite direction.

Husk landed right in front of the group, all of them just staring at the explosion site. "Ugh... I need another drink." Husk finally spoke as he started to head back to the hotel through the smashed wall.

Charlie guided Vaggie back to the hole with a hand on her shoulder. Angel followed right after them, with Nifty skipping close behind. Then finally, Alastor came from the back.

He stopped right inside of the hole, snapped, and watched as the entire wall started to piece itself together again out of everyone else's view.

Once the wall looked good as new, Alastor went back to the front desk/poker table. He huffed to himself as he saw everyone crowded around Husk. The dust was still layered on everything, though. But that could be left to Nifty.

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[hermitcraft-8]

lights of the city mini fics: ruby's story

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Coming out to Casey was the easy part.

She was already a lesbian herself, and had actually been the one to suggest the nickname ‘Ruby’ ages prior, so chances were pretty good this wouldn’t be a problem. And it wasn’t! Ruby simply offhandedly mentioned she was a girl now, and she was also a lesbian, and Casey just nodded, a sort of smug, imperious look on her face, and moved on, unphased.

The hard part was coming out to her uncles.

It’s not that she was afraid of them, not at all, they were good men, regardless of their criminal enterprise. Mickey always took her shopping for new suits, even if he didn’t particularly care for fashion. Danny let her tag along when he went on walks, and explained the history of the hidden city as he went. Leonard- as much as he complained- still taught her to cook when she was bored as a child. As for Heinous Green, granted, he wasn’t exactly the most chatty man alive, but he was always willing to listen to her ramble about whatever wrestling move she’d picked up from her favorite human wrestler Ghost Bear. They were all good men.

But she really wasn’t sure what they’d think of this.

She knew that Mickey, at the very least, didn’t mind trans people. It’d come up during one of their dumpster diving trips, and he had, in his own way, admitted his support of the community.

“I mean,” He’d said, picking up a bag of chips and sniffing it. “‘S long as it don’t hurt me or mine, ‘s none o’ my business, bro. D’you think Leonard would eat salt ‘n vinegar if we told ‘im it was just salt?”

And that was it.

So, he at least didn’t have a problem with them, but that didn’t mean he’d be fine with his nephew becoming his niece.

It was harder than she would have expected to get the four of them in a room together. Leonard was always sulking around and trying to look cool in some corner, Danny was generally pretty busy with something or other, and if you looked away from Mickey for five minutes he would generally disappear under your nose. Heinous Green was easy, though, he had a soft spot for Ruby, and always had.

And so, after a good hour of effort, she got them all to sit on the couch, and she stood in front of them, and she took a deep deep breath.

“I have… I have something to tell you? And… and you have to wait until I’m done to talk, alright?”

Mickey made a zipping motion across his lips, and the other three nodded, and she sighed, sitting up a little straighter, balling her hands in her lap.

“I think- no. I am a girl. My name is Ruby, and I use she/her pronouns,” She said, before hesitating, trying to think of anything else to say. “I… I have always been a girl, but I didn’t figure it out until like a month ago. This doesn’t change who I am, I’m still the same person, I’m just… I’m just a girl now.”

She finally focused on the expressions of the men gathered in front of her, and- oh. Oh that was unexpected.

Danny was grinning widely and sharply at her, Heinous was nodding slowly, Leonard looked wholly unsurprised, and Mickey… well, Mickey looked absolutely befuddled, which was hardly anything new.

“I could have sworn…” He muttered, shaking his head. “We looked it up and everything-”

“She’s trans, dipshit,” Leonard rolled his eyes. “She’s sayin’ she’s transgenda.”

“Ohhhh,” Mickey’s eyes went wide. “I thought-”

“Ruby,” Danny leaned forward. “Do you want to try estrogen?”

“Uh,” She blinked. “I don’t… I don’t know, should I?”

“It’s up to you,” He said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “But I have been wanting to rob a pharmaceutical company for months now, and-”

“-And what he’s saying is, we support ya.” Leonard said, huffing. “If you’re a chick, then you’re a chick. Good on ya. You can still drive, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Then we have no problems with it. Right Green?”

Heinous nodded.

Ruby sniffed. “You guys… you guys mean it? For real?”

“We mean it,” Danny smiled. “For real.”

She launched herself forward, and Heinous caught her easy, picking her up and swinging around, just like he had when she was a little girl.

[samyy009922]

Im bored, so theres probably no plot to this :)

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HERE WE GO AGAIN

Mafia bad sans's with the inclusion of good ol' Red

You and Red lay on the floor, both far too tired to do anything despite the massive amount of paperwork laying on your desk.

"so uh, you got anything ya gotta do today?" Red asked, still laying on the floor. You knew what he was gonna ask, he asked every day.

"Red, I don't know why you bother asking me, yeah I'll come with." Every day, you both went to the bar in the hideout you both worked at.

He let out a shallow laugh, a chuckle if you will. Good friends y'all were, knew each other since you stated working for the Mafia you found yourself in.

Absentmindedly, you both chatted and allowed anything you both thought to be a topic of choice. You both even talked about deviled eggs for some reason?

After a good hour of nothing, it was decided to go ahead and get going. However, as you pulled you boots back onto you one of the assistances barged in... rather rudely.

"30 minutes, the bosses want to see you." she looked at you, not red, who actually worked alongside the bosses, but you and only you.

You'd had interactions with the higherups before but very briefly and if give you anxiety just thinking back on those situations. You sat next to a computer all day, never on the field- so your social skills weren't exactly in tip top shape.

You were always told the Bosses were very odd characters, with their leader of leaders being the strangest; none of them were stable though, you knew that for a fact. However, with that being said, all you interactions with there were... different.

Horror: never talked, and if he did you knew you were in some deep shit. He was the tank of the team, most of the time keeping his singular eye on the front fields.

Killer: just a straight up psychopath. Anyone who had a proper conversation with him all said the same thing: he was insane. He could snap in a matter of seconds, so he wasnt the type you wanted to be around for long. He didn't oversee any particular branch, but rather just stuck his fingeys in everything.

Dust: another silent one, and you also never wanted to hear him... ever. With that being said, he was also a super heavy hitter and kept an eye on all trades and correspondences, ready to jump in a matter of seconds.

Error: a strange one, as he seemed to break the laws of... everything you thought you ever knew. But he was the one who controlled the digital side of things. therefor you saw him the most. He has a temper to him and is a massive control freak based off what you've seen of him.

Nightmare: the big guy, the one behind everything... and the one you were most scared of. He was the dude who oversaw everything that ever happened to anyone, If you pissed him off? Well life wont be a work in your vocabulary for much longer.

But, even so... they always seemed different with you in some fashion. Like for example, Error called you up to their office because he forgot a major component in a software the team was developing, but when you arrived he wasnt cold at all? He even seemed welcoming to you in some way...

and Horror made you eat

which you found very odd

Anyway, as you were fed this information, you looked at Red because you assumed he knew something, ANYTHING. He, being him, knew absolutely nothing and seemed just as confused at you were.

"Uh... Ok? I assume were meeting in their office? Cause like, its still office hours?" You felt out the attitude of the woman, mainly because you want to know if they're wanting to see you because you did something wrong.

"Yes." Was all she said, then left. This leaves you with a grand total of 29 minutes before your potential death.

"wha tha-." Red, who was now standing, spoke out loud.

"I don't know man." Was your only responce.

...

Time went by as you paced around waiting for the clock to tic down, PRAYING you didn't massively mess something, and they WEREN'T about to unceremoniously kill you.

"alright sweetheart, good luck in there." His voice semi-calmed you, albeit barely. He seemed very clam during this, but to be fair it wasnt like he was in your situation... but he did work closely with the bosses so maybe he did know something? Maybe?

You stood at the door leading to the desks where the big men would be sitting.

Finally you knocked

...

You heard nothing.

...

You turned to walk away, hoping this was all some stupid misunderstanding

...

The door slammed open

"HEY! Its them!" Killers unmistakable voice cut through the air like the knives he wielded.

"allow them in killer." A deep voice followed that ear-splitting yell, soothing you, but not for long because as you turned around you were met face to skull with Nightmare.

Well that's slightly terrifying.

Nightmare gives you a gesture to follow him, and so you do, although there is a lot of apprehension.

He leaves you in the middle of the room as he moves swiftly to his resident desk, one that's slightly lifted off the ground. The whole room looks like one out of a fantasy movie: Gold, mahogany wood, beautiful pilers, you name it.

The more you looked around, the more little details seemed to make themself clear to you: slits in random places that likely came from knives or other weapons, gun racks that hold very expensive looking guns, and pieces of paper that scatters some of the members desks. Makes you wonder even more why your here.

Off to the side you recognize a large red eye light that's staring directly at you. Horror's smiling very wide; that sort of thing is something that strongly worries you.

Errors in a hammock that's stationed off the left farthest corner of the room, once you catch his gaze he snarls and looks away.

"so i bet your wondering why your here..." Once again, that silky voice catches your attention. Nightmares smiling, rather widely might you add.

"Y-yeah? I cant say I'm not confused." You stammered a little. As mush as you were confused and mildly scared right now, you do have to say... the group was a litttttttle attractive. You'd never admit that out loud though.

"well..." A new voice nudged its way into the conversation "we have a question regarding your plans..." Dust's voice was quiet, but also smooth? Not something many people were privy to. Wait, yeah most people didn't hear that voice unless they were gonna die, what the hell was happening??

"you could say were asking about your plans for todate." Killer smiled widely, which wasn't out of the ordinary but something about this instance seemed very different.

They all gave you a few seconds before pushing the question again, you finally answered.

"Oh- Uh, I don't having anything i'm planning to do today?" You desperately wanted to ask why, where was this going but you chose to leave that little bit out.

"heh... good." Horror commented, scary.

"hmm, i agree, good." Nightmares addition made it even more menacing, then he continued: "you will be accompanying us tonight for a smaller... mission." You could HEAR the smile and menace radiating off that skeleton.. he also didn't give you much of a choice.

"D-don't-t get you-r hopes up-up" Error so kindly added "This-is is nothing but work-k." You nodded, not wanting to question why they chose you over literally anyone else.

"you will be picked up from your house at 7pm sharp. look good." You once again nodded then Nightmare give graciously give you permission to leave.

As you walked out the room, you pondered the inclination of going out on a date with mafia bosses, was it even a date? Was it seriously just work? If so, why someone so low on the ranks?

You met back up with Red, he gave you a concerned look and added you looked pale as fuck. You briefed him on the situation: "They more or less asked me out for some work event??" He seemd just as confused as you were.

"interestin' group they are." Was all Red added

...

Wait

How do they know where you live??

[inkofamethyst]

December 17, 2023

Really kind of adore stories with parent figures fighting to find and protect their lost child (figure) while that child simultaneously grows up to become someone no longer in need of protecting! Broken Earth, The Witcher.. would love to find more books/series with that element, I think. Currently developing my reading list (finally starting some Sanderson!) and thinking about switching to Storygraph... only thing is that it's not as heavily utilized among my friends so I wouldn't necessarily be able to keep up with what they're reading. I suppose I don't necessarily want to be a "follower" in my friend group when it comes to doing a good thing, especially not with something that's ultimately a fairly inconsequential switch. Maybe that's a winter break goal.

You know what's wild? Last year one of my labmates took the class with this final project I'm working on right now, and she was in a group of three or four. That's a pretty solid amount of manpower and brainpower for a twenty page paper (plus 10+ pages in supplementary material). I'M LITERALLY DOING THIS ALONE. Same assignment. All by my lonesome. Will I get there? Ya I think so. But STILL.

[days later]

DONE.

Is it the best thing I ever wrote? God no. And that's a shame because it could have been really good had I not taken off two days last week. But it's done.

I hate writing introductions with all my heart. Everything else is fine, but orienting my audience to a topic? I'd rather skip that bit, honestly. So yeah. My intro kinda sucks. I think it picks up when we start talking about the basis of the work at hand, but it's otherwise pretty boring. Citations very spotty, with an overreliance on one source (even though i skimmed a ton of papers n even took notes too).

ngl kinda sucks bc it's going to my advisor and I know I could've done better ("but why didn't you" BECAUSE I WANNA GO HOME. OKAY? IM TIRED OF THIS PLACE. IM TIRED IN GENERAL. god i cant wait to get home)

not even going to mention how much little sleep I've gotten over the past 48 hours ugh.

can't even be thankful that it's over bc imma be anxious all the way up until i get that grade so.

im so bad at projects. bad at spacing things out. good at the planning. bad at the doing. decent at the crunch time. (the same sad song i weep every semester tbh.. "something's gotta change" yea yea yea)

well i dont want to go out all negative--im pretty proud of the future directions section. they came pretty naturally to me actually, and i think it's a bit of a testament to some of the growth ive had ~as a scientist~ this semester. thinking experimentally is still not easy, but i think i'm grasping some things related to my discipline which is good. thankful for that ig. also pretty happy with the discussion, I think my conclusions were pretty solid and interesting.

if-i-coulda-woulda-shoulda :/

[edit, next morning afternoon: so uh, i was anxious about the paper wile writing it and took an exedrin because of the anxious headache i got over it and the caffeine in the pill amplified my anxiety and that did not feel good at all]

[camerawhoisalsocam]

Okay why do I like this?

The Suicide Squad Isekai is a title I never would have imagined and honestly I like it

Okay yeah Harley is as hot as usual

Like I love how she can go from "aw shucks ya making me blush" to "Im gonna rip ya god damn head off!"

She's adorable

No really look at her. She's insane and kinda evil but she's cute

Oh god no... is this Joker? Oh no he's hot!

And I love that he paints on a full on smile. Plus he drives his car with a piano

Plus this is made by Studio WIT so you know the animation is gonna be good. And written by Tappei Naggatsuki, the author of Re:Zero? Okay whoever was allowed to cook with this needs to keep cooking.

What could possibly make me have doubts about this project?

Uh oh

I forgot the Isekai part.

Okay I wanna stop talking about how good this looks and talk about a concern. Isekai is one of the more troubled anime genre's since they can be very repetitive, predictable, and boring. However with characters like the Suicide Squad I think it wont be like other isekai's. Now onto my next worry, the Squad and lack there of.

Yeah they are non existent. I know DC loves putting Harley on everything and she's the poster girl for the SS but this trailer hasnt shown anybody else. No Deadshot, no Kingshark, no Boomerang, no Flagg, Killer Croc, Enchantress, Polkadot man, no one besides Harley. So this feels more like a Joker and Harley show rather then a Suicide Squad show. However this is a 50 second teaser thats meant to hook in anime and DC fans so I think its understandable why they went all in for Harley. Maybe once we get more trailers and previews we'll get the other members. Well we did get one I'll show in a sec

On a much more postive note, my god the animation! ITS GLORIOUS! If you watch the part with Joker flipping the card, Harley jumping up and down, and the dragon it looks slick as hell.

Oh hey Waller forgot to show you

Honestly im really excited for this. Im hoping the writing and story are good, I know thats asking ALOT when it comes to isekai anime but I gotta hope. For every generic isekai we get a Konosuba.

Sorry not sorry that half of this was me simping for Joker and Harley, I just wanted to gush about this

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: Unleashed Episode #24: “A Monstrous Birth”

Bat King Stephen snarls as he looks down at the city in fury.

Bat King Stephen: This town will pay for what it's done.

Bat King Stephen then looks at the photo of the Solar Opposites

Bat King Stephen: And I won’t let that monster alien family stand in my way!

The scene cuts to Korvo and Terry at a lamaze class.

Terry: *groans* This is so boring.

Korvo: It’s a Lamaze class Terry…

Terry: Yeah and it’s a real snooze fest!

Korvo: Ter-

Terry: Also Susan brought whole wheat doughnuts and they’re super gross… like who does that?

Korvo: Well, you’re right about that, it is an odd choice.

Terry then gets an idea and tries to seduce Korvo.

Terry: Commooon babe… Lets just ditch class and go to that new cajun restaurant down the street, they already have a five star rating. Also heard their bathrooms are nice so y’know we could always put the invisibility ray to use again-

Korvo snaps as he pushes Terry’s head away from him.

Korvo: ugh is that all you can think about?? NO! We aren’t leaving right now…

Terry: No head?

Korvo: *sighs* Terry we are in the dark here. There are no records of this ever happening on shlorp, who knows how this works… I hate it too but I'm at my wits end. *begins to cry* M-maybe the humans know more than I give them credit for… Its just … *chokes a sob* Fuck, what if we mess this all up? Hurt them… or worse..

Terry: Korv…

Korvo *breaks down in tears* I- Im terrified! Just please don't go okay!

Terry gasp and pulls his husband close to him from behind his back.

Terry: Hey ya goof I wasn’t going to leave you here all alone. I’m sorry didn't know this meant that much to you I really thought you felt the same. way you never told me any of this before.

Korvo: *sniffles* Because I’m trying to stay rational but this is all still so hard to grasp. Aren't you even just a bit jaded at how little we actually know about our bodies? Just left to the unknown? Its driving me crazy Terry…

Terry looks at his husband sadly.

Korvo: *tearfully* I’m sorry I’ve been so on edge, I’m really trying to be less mean but this situation hasn’t been making that easy Its not your fault anyway, you’ve been rather helpful… you doing your own thing makes sense.

Terry: *smiling* Don’t know how to tell you this babe but it takes two wheels to make a bicycle this is on me too. And yeah it’s pretty bonk that we had to find out this way. But its of not to big deal me I usually just take stuff as they go.

Korvo smiles at Terry tearfully as Terry laughs.

Terry: Heh okay okay thats a lie… I almost goobler’d my brains out when Aisha told us. But then thought how tight it would be to have a tiny us around And to do it together… That made it okay for me.

Terry then cries in happiness as he hold Korvo close.

Terry: Neither of us knows what this is going to look like But I do know there’s no one else I’d rather experience it with. We’ll get through this together.

Korvo: *smiling in tears* Okay.

Terry: It’ll be alright.

Korvo: I love you.

Terry: I love you too…

Terry and Korvo kiss as they moan lovingly. After the two pull away, Terry clears his throat.

Terry: Well, uh…that escalated quickly…

Korvo: chuckles Yeah. I guess so.

Terry: So, now that the drama is out of the way, we can continue this Lamaze class if that’s what you wanna do. I’ll stay right here to keep you company. wipes away Korvo’s tears as Korvo laughs

Korvo: Oh yeah. The class. thinks of something else You know what? stands up We’ll just reschedule it!

Terry: Huh? What made you change your mind all of a sudden?

Korvo then tries to seduce Terry.

Korvo: Let’s just say this fine green daddy of my four and soon to be five kids just got my mind cleared.

Terry laughs

Terry: Anytime, mi querdo.

Korvo: sighs lovingly I love it when you speak Spanish, mi amore.

Terry: And I love you when you too.

Terry and Korvo kiss.

Korvo: Shall we had to head that Mexican restaurant?

Terry: Of course, you beautiful blue shimmering study

Korvo and Terry kiss as they moan lovingly then got up as they leave the class. Korvo then smiles as he rubs his pregnant belly and then looks at Terry as he smiles. Later at Taco Bell…

Terry: *eating tacos* So what should the baby’s name be?

Korvo: I...don't have any ideas yet. You?

Terry: Oh! What about Megatron?

Korvo laughs in amusement

Terry: What? What's so funny?

Korvo: Oh I just your enthusiasm and optimism. It makes me feel necessary like a hunk it sexy Shlorpian!

Terry smirks

Terry: *laughs* You got me! But still, it’s okay if you don’t you want our baby’s name to be that.

Korvo: *smiles* Thank you, Terry.

Terry: Anytime boo.

Meanwhile, Janiz is training Yumyulack and Jesse

Janiz: Nice going guys! You’re doing great!

Mundane Jesse jumps on some of the rockets before kicking a cardboard cutout of Godzilla Sisto

Mundane Jesse: Sweet!

Korvo and Terry come home with takeout from Taco Bell and gasp

Korvo: *calling out to the kids* Yumyulack! Jesse! Sonya! Pupa! We’re home and we got takeouts from Taco Bell!

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: TACO BELL?!

Sonya: YAY!

Mundane Jesse: Alright!

Pupa: Taco!

The kids come up to Korvo and Terry.

Yumyulack: *turn back into his Shlorpian form* Aw sweet! Thanks dads!

Jesse: *turns back to normal* Yeah!

Sonya: Thanks guys!

Later, Korvo and Terry are in bed. Korvo is rubbing his pregnant belly.

Korvo: *to his pregnant belly* Hey there little sweetie. Can’t wait to see you soon.

Terry kisses Korvo's pregnant belly.

Terry: I know. Me too.

Korvo giggles.

Korvo: Oh Terry, this new baby is gonna be amazing.

Terry: I know. The best part is we'll be the best dads ever.

Korvo: *laughs* We already are, thanks to us raising 4 wonderful little rascals.

Terry smirks

Terry: Yeah. Yumyulack and Jesse were very cute when they were babies too.

Korvo: Yeah… Yumyulack was an adorable little sprout when I raised him that day. He was very adorable. He even loves the lullaby Janiz sang to me when I was a sproutling too. He even loves it when he snuggles next to me.

Terry laughs

Terry: Jesse was adorable too when she was a sproutling. She laughs when I play with her with that little Shlorp sproutling shaker. And whenever she gets fussy, she would it when I squeeze her teddy bear.

Korvo: Yeah, raising my son was a bit tough ever since Janiz transferred to another part on Shlorp. But it was worth it because Yumyulack has grown up into a brave replicant.

Terry: *laughs* Same with mine.

Terry kisses Korvo on the lips

Terry: *sighs* Then Pupa. I remember he was pupad. He was very adorable and couldn’t stop smiling. And finally we adopted Sonya, which became the greatest impact on our lives. And I bet #5 is gonna be amazing too.

Korvo: *giggles* It's hard to believe we've come so far, huh?

Terry: Yeah it was worth. *kisses Korvo on the lips goodnight* Goodnight Korvy…

Korvo: Goodnight.

The two alien husbands then fall asleep as Korvo rubs his pregnant belly. The next morning, Korvo is throwing up in the toilet

Korvo: Damn, I had no idea pregnancy can still make you throw up. *throws up*

Terry rubs Korvo's back

Terry: Sorry Korvy.

Korvo: *barfs* It’s okay Terry. *barfs*

Later

Korvo: *feeling better and sighs* Well, now that this thing is out of the way, *rubs his pregnant belly* I think I have to time to finally come up with the perfect name.

Terry: But we don't know if it'll be a boy or a girl...

Korvo: Don’t worry Terry. We’ll come up with the perfect name. Eventually. *then looks at a lovely lily flower*

Terry: What is it?

Korvo: It’s that lovely lily. It looks beautiful, like it’s sprouted with hope for the future

Terry: Wow...

Korvo smiles at he looks at the flower.

Korvo: I guess we have our baby name.

Terry: You do? What is it?

Korvo smiles tearfully

Korvo: Lili.

Terry: Wow. That name is beautiful.

Korvo: I know...

Korvo smiles as he runs his pregnant belly.

Korvo: I think that is a wonderful name

Terry: Oh Korvy...

The two alien husbands kiss as they moan lovingly. That night, Korvo was asleep until he sensed something with his Super Shlorpian senses

Korvo: What the hell?

Korvo looks outside and gasps

Korvo: Stephen!

Korvo puts a hand on his pregnant belly

Korvo: *whispering* I hope he’s not after the baby… I have to make sure he isn’t… or worse!

Korvo's eyes turn aquamarine

Korvo: *skin turns black as he grows bigger and muscular and rips apart his night gown* Ooooooooh fffuuuuuuuuck yyyyyeeeeeeeess! Soooooo gooooood!

Korvo then develops horns on his head and wings pop out behind his back as he roars. Super Shlorpian Korvo chuckles.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Even when I’m pregnant, *rubs his pregnant* I’m still feeling sexy and hornier as ever.

Super Shlorpian Korvo hears screeching and gasps.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *whispering* Oh shit! Bat People! Better move fast. *looks at Terry* Be back soon my darling! *kisses Terry on the forehead*

Super Shlorpian Korvo roars as he flies through the chimney while holding his pregnant belly:

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *snarling* Let’s hope I can stop Stephen on time!

The scene then cuts to Mutant Bat King Stephen laughs evilly while plotting.

Mutant Bat King Stephen: That’s right. As soon as those Solar Beasts get here, I’ll give them a piece of my mind-

Suddenly, Super Shlorpian Korvo flies in here while roaring.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Not so fast!

Bat Mutant King Stephen: Grr! You again?!

Bat Mutant King Stephen then notices Super Shlorpian Korvo's pregnant belly and exclaims in horror

Bat Mutant King Stephen: Oh God! Is the Super Shlorpian pregnant?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

Super Shlorpian Korvo growls

Bat Mutant King Stephen: Well, you won’t be able to defeat me! Bat People, attack!

The bat people attack as Super Shlorpian Korvo flies into action

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Time to for you all to chill out! *breathes ice from his breath*

The Bat People are frozen as Bat Mutant King Stephen growls

Bat Mutant King Stephen: Stupid savage bitch! Why must you ruin everything?!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Because I- *groans in pain as his water breaks* Please tell me my water didn't just break! Fuck! FUCK!

Bat Mutant King Stephen: *laughs evilly* I think you must be going into labor now!

Super Shlorpian Korvo flies and goes to somewhere to hide

Bat King Mutant Stephen: *laughs evilly* Better follow this weak bitch!

Super Shlorpian Korvo finds somewhere to hide and groans in pain

Super Shlorpian Korvo: No! Not now!

Super Shlropian Korvo cries out as blood spews out from under his Shlorpian vagina. Bat King Mutant Stephen is still looking for Super Shlorpian Korvo as he chuckles evilly.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: You can’t hide from me, Opposites!

Super Shlorpian Korvo breathes heavily

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *crying as he kept pushing* FUCK! OH GOD! *cries out in pain*

Bat King Mutant Stephen hears Super Shlorpian Korvo and smirks

Bat King Mutant Stephen: I got you now!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Shit! I gotta-

But Super Shlorpian Korvo keeps crying out as he is the close to giving birth.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *pushes really hard* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!

Then, suddenly, a cute baby Shlorpian girl with the same skin color as Terry is born as she starts crying. Super Shlorpian Korvo gasps and sheds tears of joy.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *tearfully in happiness* Oooh my sweet little sprout…

Bat King Mutant Stephen suddenly appears

Bat King Mutant Stephen: Ah-ha! Got you now!

Super Shlorpian Korvo gasps.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *grabs Lili and hold her safe carefully close to him* Stay away from her you bitch!

Bat King Mutant Stephen: *laughs* I don't plan on hurting you...yet.

Lili: *cries*

Super Shlorpian Korvo: What are you talking about?

Bat King Mutant Stephen: You and your family will meet me and my people here for a battle tomorrow at dawn!

Mundane Terry: *offscreen* My Korvy!

Super Shlorpian Korvo turns around and gasps. He then sees Mundane Terry, Super Shlorpain Yumyulack, Mundane Jesse and Were-Kraken Sonya and are relived he is okay. But then, Mundane Terry bites Bat King Mutant Stephen on the arm to get him away from husband as he snarls.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: How dare you?! I am a king! You will respect my authority!

Mundane Terry punches Bat King Mutant Stephen, who snarls and flies away from the family. The monster Replicants and Werekraken Sonya run up to Super Shlorpian Korvo and are overjoyed to see their new baby sister.

Mundane Jesse: Is that our sister?! Korvo, how did this-

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *shedding tears of joy* It was some kind of miracle. Your new sister is born. Kids, meet Lili.

Lili: *coos*

Werekraken Sonya: *smiling and softly doing a nose kiss on Llili* Hello baby sister…

Lili: *coos*

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: *shedding tears of joy* Aw she looks so cute.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yeah..she is... *starts weeping*

Mundane Terry: Oh honey… *holds Super Shlorpian Korvo close* Shh… *smiling at Lili* Hey there sweetie… I’m your daddy…

Lili babbles and touches Mundane Terry's face as Super Shlorpian Korvo laughs.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: She really likes you.

Mundane Terry chuckles

Mundane Terry: Hell yeah she does. *tickles Lili’s chin softly as it makes her giggle*

Super Shlorpian Korvo: You know, she almost looks just like you.

Mundane Terry: I know. Look at her beautiful green skin. Welcome to the world Lili…

Super Shlorpian Korvo kisses his Mundane husband on the lips.

Lili: *babbling*

Mundane Jesse: Hey, Lili...

Lili touches her father’s face as Mundane Terry chuckles. Lili then yawns and falls asleep as the two monster alien husbands smile at their new baby.

Super Shlorpian Korvo then weeps as he holds Lili close carefully.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I'll do everything I can to protect her...

Mundane Terry: *puts his hand on Super Shlorpian Korvo’s right shoulder* Us too. Because remember what I said. We’ll get through it… together.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: We have to face Stephen tomorrow at dawn.

Mundane Jesse: What?!

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: Why?!

Werekraken Sonya: Why does Stephen want us to face him?

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: ‘Cause if we don’t, I’m afraid he’ll come after Lili and worse of all kill us.

Mundane Terry gasps.

Mundane Terry: *grows determined* Don’t worry! We won’t let this happened!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: You're right. *looks at Lili and tickles her chin*

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: Good. Because, we won’t let Stephen get in the way of the best thing that ever happen in our lives. Right, sisters?!

Mundane Jesse and Werekraken Sonya: Right!

Lili: *babbles*

Later at home, Janiz is watching TV

Janiz: *sees the news about Stephen* Stephen? Oh my God!

Korvo comes downstairs holding Lili

Korvo: *sing-songy* Oh Janiz!

Janiz: Korvo? What's...*looks at Lili and gasps* Did you...

Korvo: Yes. She’s here. Janiz, meet your niece Lili.

Janiz squeals with happiness

Janiz: *tickles Lili on the chin as Lili giggles* Hello sweetie. It’s me your aunt Janiz. Your daddy’s big sister.

Lili babbles and touches Korvo's face

Janiz: Oh she really love you Korvo.

Korvo: Yeah. I know. *looks at the news and gasps* Shit!

Janiz: You ready for this lil bro? *eyes glow icy pink*

Korvo: Oh-ho-ho! *eyes glow aquamarine* Hell yeah I am!

Later, Mutant Bat King Stephen and his army are wreaking havoc

Bat King Mutant Stephen: *laughs evilly* Yes! Yes! Soon enough all of Earth-4 will bow to me!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *offscreen* STOP RIGHT THERE!

Bat King Mitant then turns and growls as he sees Super Shlorpian Korvo, Mundane Terry, Super Shlorpian Yumyulack, Mundane Jesse, Werekraken Sonya, Super Shlorpian Janiz and Aqrabuamelu Phoebe standing in a heroic stance. Lili is also seen in a baby hangar held on Super Shlorpian Korvo.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: Seriously! How many more of you freaks do I have to fight?!

Mundane Terry: Well I believe you met our daughters, huh?

Bat King Mutant Stephen then recognizes Mundane Jesse as Jesse as he snarls.

Mundane Jesse: Remember me, bi-atch?!

Bat King Mutant Stephen: You too? *growls* Bat People, attack the Monsters!

The bat people attack.

Mundane Terry: LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Super Shlorpian Korvo nods and the Monster Solars starts fighting the bat people. Super Shlorpian Korvo uses his ice breath while Lili babbles in joy. Mundane Terry then uses his lava powers that burnt the bat people. Super Shlorpian Yumyulack then combines his fire ice breath with Super Shlorpian Janiz’s ice breath that restrains the bat people. Mundane Jesse uses her pink magic powers that causes her fizzy rocks to hit the bat people. Werekraken Sonya uses her laser eyes to blast the bat people. Then, Aqrabuamelu Phoebe uses her stinger that stings some of the bat people.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: GOD DAMN IT!

The Monster Solars cheer while Lili babbles in joy.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: You haven't heard the last of me! When I-

Mundane Jesse and Super Shlorpian Yumyulack combine their powers with Werekraken Sonya as they blast Bat King Mutant Stephen away as he screams. Super Shlorpian Korvo and Mundane Terry smiles with tears of joy in their eyes because they are so proud of their kids blasting their enemy away. So are Aqrabuamelu Phoebe and Super Shlorpian Janiz.

Lili: *babbling n joy because she proud of her big brother and big sisters*

Super Shlorpian Janiz: You two were very brave. I see the training's paid off.

Mundane Jesse: So was Sonya! I had no idea we had it in you!

Werekraken Sonya: Well, I guess I learned from watching you guys.

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: That and you were always brave ever since you became half-kraken. We’re so proud of you sis.

Werekraken Sonya: Thanks!

The three monster siblings then get into a group hug. Lili babbles in joy as she reaches to her siblings.

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: Hey, Lili.

Mundane Jesse: So happy to see you!

Werekraken: You proud of your big brother and sisters?

Lili touched both of her siblings’ faces as she coos in joy. Super Shlorpian Yumyulack, Mundane Jesse and Werekraken Sonya smiles at their baby sister. Super Shlorpian Korvo laughs.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *hugs the kids* Come here, we are so proud of you.

Mundane Terry: Nice job Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya! We’ve never been so proud in our lives that our three wonderful kids combine an awesome attack. We’re so happy for you three.

The kids smile tearfully

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: Thanks dads…

Mundane Jesse and Werekraken Sonya: Thanks daddies…

Mundane Terry picks Super Shlorpian Korvo up and spins him around

Mundane Terry: Woo-hoo Korvy.

The two monster alien husbands embrace in a kiss as they moan lovingly while Lili giggles as the kids hugs their dads. The scene cuts back to the Solar Opposites’ house where they wonder where Pupa is.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Pupa?

Mundane Terry: Pupa? *suddenly hears a gunshot* Oh shit! Was that the Pupa with a gun?!

The family gasp in horror.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: That's not good.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh crap! No no no! *heads upstairs* Something’s wrong!

The Monsters Solars open the door to Korvo and Terry’s bedroom where Pupa is in and gasp.

Mundane Terry: Holy shit. The Pupa has killed a bat mutant!

Super Shlorpian Korvo smiles tearfully

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Bravo Pupa! *hugs Pupa* I am so proud of you!

The family hugs Pupa as he smiles. Then, Pupa notices his new baby sister Lili.

Pupa: Who's that?

Mundane Jesse: Pupa, this your new baby sister Lili.

Pupa gasps

Pupa: Sister?

Lili babbles as she touches Pupa’s face, as he smiles and falls in love with his new baby sister and hugs her carefully and gently.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yep. She's your sister. Isn't she adorable?

Pupa smiles as he tickles Lili’s chin softly as Lili giggles and coos.

Mundane Jesse: Aw, she likes you.

Pupa: I wuv you Lili.

Lili coos. Pupa smiles as he watches his baby sister fall asleep as she sleeps. The family then turns back to normal as they sit on Korvo and Terry’s bed with Pupa and smiles at Lili.

Phoebe MacCarthy: So, now you guys have Lili, now what?

Korvo: I think our news lives have just gotten better. Welcome home Lili.

Cue “Today” from Brad Paisley in the background:

Terry: Welcome to the Solar Opposistes sweetie. *kisses Lili on the forehead*

Lili giggles. Cue good times montage after Korvo and Terry kiss while moaning lovingly. The scene then cuts to next day where the Solar Opposites in their human forms, now with Lili in her own human form as she babbles head out the door to spend time with each other. The scene then cuts to the family at a picnic where Human Pupa is playing with human Lili. Then, it cuts to a skiing lodge where the family are having skiing then it shows them having hot cocoa. Then, it cuts to the park where the kids are playing while Human Lili babbles as she and Human Terry head down the slide and Human Terry lands safely while holding Human Lili safely as she babbles in joy once Human Terry lift her up. The episode then ends with the rest of the family having dinner at Lawry’s Prime Rib and Human Korvo and Human Terry kiss as they moan lovingly.

THE END

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he did so!! it was so cute!! I love horror too so it was fun!! But the funniest part was when we were walking out he got a text from Isagi and co. to come to this sports bar to watch Noel Noa's game that night. Rin rolled his eyes and huffed while I lightly bullied him to agree bc damn does he need friends. What finally got him to agree was me getting down on one knee and 'proposing' to him to take me with him to the sports bar to romantically watch a football game together~ and it caused .2/3

OMG NONNIE DEAR IM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE FIRST PART OF UR ASK WITHOUT ELABORATING ON ANYTHING ASJSHSBDKD IM A DUMBASS BUT I HAVE A PICTURE OF IT THANKFULLY PLS FORGIVE MY SILLY SAUSAGE FINGERS !! 😔🙏

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the ask up top!! ^^^^

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Rin so much secondhand embarrassment, he grabbed me by my arm, flustered and annoyed as all hell, and dragged me away but not before I screamed, "HE SAID YES!! :DDD" Boy was gonna throttle me. But we went to the sports bar!! He met up with friends and got to bully people lightly and talked football strategies with Isagi while I fed him nachos!! Told Bachira about our date and getting Rin to the bar, and he said 'wowwww Rin might actually kill you' 'I know man it's gonna be so hot' .3/3

i hope this isn’t too confusing i tried my best to remedy the situation again i’m really sorry :(( but !!!

omg that is saaauurrr cute. rinnie baby dating someone who’s just as into horror as he is waaahhh that’s some it couple energy right there <3 i’d bet y’all would try to find the most obscure horror films once you both get bored of the mainstream stuff lol. the biggest question before movie night starts is do you actually wanna feel the adrenaline (because ppsshhh you don’t get scared nuh uh🙄) or make fun of the shitty jump scares iconic.

(i can’t do horror for the life of me but i’m rooting for y’all!! i can just be his true crime girlie<3 which rin would find so strange and weird he’d be like “so you get scared from fictional murderers but real life murderers are okay?” “well i guess if you put it like that yeah” “…. what’s wrong with you” LMAO)

OMG NOT THE PROPOSAL PLS HE’D HATE IT SO MUCH (lie he hates that he’s blushing because he secretly loves your weird ass antics). pls he needs someone to gently coax him out of his comfort zone 🥺 like yeah his quote on quote friends are loud and stupid and blablabla but he can suffer through it spend time with them<3 my fave part was definitely the ‘i know man it’s gonna be so hot’ IM CRYING nonnie you get it yeah absolutely. rin being mad just does something to me ya know 🥴 i think it’s the eyes and how dead and uninteresting they look 😍 yummmm amiright?? ;))) (no he loves you so much okay he just has the emotional intelligence of a lamppost cut him some slack)