#we shall see where this goes ✨

[finex09]

its 2am but I can’t sleep bc I officially got a job in the music industry 🎉

I’m apart of a local theaters Street Team, which essentially means I scream and shout abt certain shows on the internet & pass out flyers and such. So excited!!

[gomzdrawfr]

Bear with me here I am going to word vomit of an AU I thought of (and I literally just woke up) Idk if I have the time to write, draw or even animate this bUT

A ghostprice au where Price goes blind

Here’s a scene I had in my head, imagine a blackout panel, with a typewriting sound effect in the back that reads:

Patient Information: Johnathan Price, birth date, weight, height, number, address (something along those lines which are meant to hint this is a beginning of a medical record)

and then white blurry speech bubbles appearing from left and right

“What?”

You voiced out, or rather, Price voiced out (you are in Price’s POV)

All the speech bubbles seized, and for a moment it’s just darkness and much quieter whispers

“…Laswell?”

“John, you’re up, easy now”

He hears her from his left, but still there’s total darkness, and he furrows his brows, hands slowly reaching up to pat his face, or scratch it— there’s nothing on his skin, so he’s not being blindfolded, and there’s no sac or bag covering his head— but there is layers of something covering his eyes that he tries to pull off, managing to peek through a bit, he thinks he’s opening his eyes but—

Still black

“…?”

And then we cut to a shot of Ghost’s face, eyes wide with realization that Price can’t see anymore.

The last panel reads:

“Diagnosis: Traumatic Optic Neuropathy” (aka vision loss”

- end of scene

More rambles:

Thinking about maybe from a mission an IED went off before anyone could react— well technically Price reacted first by pulling Ghost away, which resulted in direct exposure to the blast, followed by a concussion

Ghost immediately got on his feet and dragged Price away while also making sure all units were still available, he looks down and he sees laceration and red

Well okay I haven’t figure out the clinical part but Im thinking maybe some blood pools around the corner of Price’s eyes (if, say, the laceration cut across his eyelids), it wouldn’t be as dramatic to the point where there’s blood trickling down his eyes per see cuz Idk if I plan to make the shrapnel penetrate into the cornea (in this case it would be extremely severe cause of trauma, I shall have some mercy on him)

Maybe amongst the panic he saw how Price’s left eye slowly turned red (internal bleeding) and all his alarms went off and quickly get medical on it

Of course he was praying that it wasn’t as serious, maybe it was superficial and maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him cuz it was dark and the hallway had red lamp all over

Also i just realized this is prob quite inaccurately portrayed bcuz the bandages that covers the eyes are usually tightly sealed, and that his action of ripping them off is prrrobbaaably not good since infections and increasing the pressure around his eyes are just going to make this worse (like reopening sutures or whatnot) but i think it could work (shhh ✨fiction science✨)

But nope, Price is blind, and that automatically puts him unfit for service and Ghost knows that this isn’t going to go well for the man

We always joked around saying Price is old but imagine if he’s mid 30s, prime in his years and definitely still had a lot of kick in him— only to be forcefully ripped away from it

The devastation, the angst, the anger, the unfairness of it all, the never ending cycle of guilt from both Ghost and Price

DO U FEEL IT?!

Anyways *ah hem* if you’ve read this far and would be interested to develop this yourself whether with fic or art go ahead! I sure as hell won’t be able to bring out the sheer desperation and agony from this sort of au or story so yeah XD

[lyculuscaelus]

So, for all who’re interested in Teiresias’s prophecy concerning Odysseus’s death, here’re some interpretations based on the meanings of certain words:

(Odyssey, book 11, line 134–137) … θάνατος δέ τοι ἐξ ἁλὸς αὐτῷ ἀβληχρὸς μάλα τοῖος ἐλεύσεται, ὅς κέ σε πέφνῃ γήραι ὕπο λιπαρῷ ἀρημένον: ἀμφὶ δὲ λαοὶ ὄλβιοι ἔσσονται …

First, let’s talk about “ἐξ ἁλός”.

The most direct meaning of the phrase is the physical motion to come “out of/from the sea”. It’s also logical to assume that the ἐξ ἁλός” here is the same as the one in “ἔνδιος δ᾽ ὁ γέρων ἦλθ᾽ ἐξ ἁλός” (from the Odyssey, book 4, line 450: “at midday that old man came out from the sea”, which is describing how Proteus emerged from the sea) so we’d have “θάνατος δέ τοι ἐξ ἁλὸς αὐτῷ … ἐλεύσεται” translated as “death will come to you out from the sea”. As for how it can be depicted—man, we’re now in AU territory.

Sometimes ἐκ (ἐξ) means “far from” as in distance. In this case the line could be translated as “death will come to you, far from the sea”. Maybe this indicates that Odysseus would die in a land far from Ithaca—or, hear me out: he died where the people he should seek on his oar quest lived (although unlikely during the first time he got there). If they knew nothing of the sea and salt, it’s only natural to suspect that they were themselves far from it. Which could be poetic to think abt—“you have found yourself a place to die, and when you’ve finished your life’s journey, when old age devours your health and your family, you shall head for that land again, to find your peace at last”.

ἅλς (ἁλός being its genitive singular) does not only mean “sea”—as a feminine noun, sure; but as a masculine noun it means “salt”. Meanwhile, there is another meaning of ἐκ (ἐξ), “because of” as in reason. Combining these two, we shall have: “death will come to you because of salt”, which is pretty funny to think about: what if he ate too much salt in a banquet and died of overconsumption? OR it could be…✨hypernatremia✨, since there’s a high chance that all these shipwrecks of his might result in the high concentration of salt in his blood. And this is quite angsty to think abt

Now, for “ἀβληχρός”.

People tend to separate the meaning of this word into two sets: “gentle, easy” (in contrast with a violent death) and then “feeble, weak” (as in description of Aphrodite’s hand). Personally, I’d use “tender” to translate the word since it sorta combined both meanings, being as vague as Homer himself cuz why not.

Specifically, “gentle”? What death could be so gentle, non-violent? Well, diseases, or organ failure, for one (bringing back the hypernatremia), which rather fits his old age as well.

As for “feeble”—I do believe this is a word too strong for this meaning as you’ll see why. “Weak, vulnerable” is fine imo, as long as it’s describing the potential of getting wounded, instead of the condition of being puny. But what’s a “weak death” anyway? I do think it makes more sense if the text goes like “a death will come to you when you’re weak/vulnerable” instead (say, using ἀβληχρῷ…but that doesn’t fit in the hexameter).

Now, here’s an idea I just think of, which is not necessarily the case, but the connection is still interesting. First of all let’s look at the description of Aphrodite’s hand: “ἔνθ᾽ ἐπορεξάμενος μεγαθύμου Τυδέος υἱὸς/ἄκρην οὔτασε χεῖρα μετάλμενος ὀξέϊ δουρὶ/ἀβληχρήν: …”, from the Iliad, book 5, line 337: “thereupon the great-hearted son of Tydeus, reaching forward and leaping upon her, wounded her tender hand on the surface with his sharp spear…”). Now connect this feature of Aphrodite’s hand to the nature of the death Teiresias was prophesying—“the tenderness of your death, just like the palm of love, shall touch you when your heart is old”. But furthermore—could it be that this is how it ends? Could it be that the hand which wrought his death was actually from Aphrodite herself? I’m getting a bit derailed but anyways

The translation of “ὅς κέ σε πέφνῃ/γήραι ὕπο λιπαρῷ ἀρημένον” is quite commonly agreed—“which shall strike you in your old age, ripe and worn out”. Although I’d like to point out that the word “ἀρημένον” (distressed, worn out) here is actually modifying the pronoun σε (you) since they’re both in accusative form, meaning “when you’re worn out”.

The word “ἀμφί” without case here is just an adverb, “around”. The case of λαοί here is interesting, since it’s not followed by any pronoun, which means it doesn’t necessarily refer to “your people”.

What kind of people then? Well, with “ὄλβιος” it often comes with material happiness, and divine blessings on good fortune. “Happy, blest, fortunate, prosperous” might be the closest meaning to the word. Could they be those people in Elysium though…🤔

So there’re three possibilities:

λαοί refers to “your people” indeed: in this case it’s talking about the Ithacans being prosperous and rich for all time.

λαοί refers to “a people”, a random one: this is for those who interpret Odysseus to be “not in Ithaca when he died”, say, when he went “far from the sea”.

It’s just “people will be around you and they’re happy”: he wasn’t alone when he died. Good to know :,)

So…yeah. I suppose this entire prophecy thing is for you to decide which version you like best? There isn’t really a fixed translation of this and you can either 1) ask Odysseus himself; 2) wait till Homer updates his fanfic which is pretty unlikely at this point :(

[dragon-ascent]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests.. (if not just ignore it) If you do can I ask for Zhongli waking up reader from their nightmare? Fluff fluff✨

Have a nice dayy

Nightmare

The murky water: thick, stifling, all-consuming. It makes its way past your mouth that gasps for air that never finds its way into your lungs, past your eyes that try and fail to find any beacon of hope.

It's hard to move - you feel heavy, and any swimming expertise you might have fails to rear its head as you flail around in this ocean of black, black darkness. It's like you barely have any control over your body - like a hapless ragdoll, you find yourself at the mercy of the ruthless untamable.

The waves submerge you, hardly having faced a fight. Down into the depths you go, the water pulling your body in different directions. Eerie voices whisper and leer at you as your limbs struggle in one last futile attempt...you're being torn apart...what are the voices saying?

Incomprehensible...

Suffocating...

Paralyzing...

Silencing...

...

"Darling. Darling?"

Oh, so this is what it's like to die. You wake up in heaven with your beloved being the first face you see. Or...no, what happened was-

"Did you have a nightmare?" Zhongli pulls you close without even needing to wait for a response, because he knows. Of course he does.

When you murmur a meek 'yes,' Zhongli kisses your forehead and wipes away tears that you had barely realized were there.

"I'm here, my darling. I'm here now. Nothing shall harm you." He rocks you back and forth at a languid rhythm, stroking your back while he allows you to stew over it quietly. "If you are willing, would you like to tell me about it?"

You drop your tired gaze to the warm, fuzzy blanket covering you both. "It's...it'll sound silly..."

Your husband kisses you again, so tenderly your soul might just melt. "Nothing you say will sound silly, my love. What you have felt in the moment will never be silly."

You find a small smile creeping onto your lips, and so you tell him all about the dark sea, the crushing waves, and the utter helplessness you felt as you slowly drowned.

Zhongli nods solemnly after you finish recounting your nightmare. "Yes, that does sound frightening," he says, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry you had to experience that. I would have been afraid too, had I been in your position."

"You get scared of things, too?"

"Of course, dear. It is one of the factors contributing to my...distaste of seafood." Perhaps it's your imagination, but you can feel him nearly shudder against you.

Your sniffle turns into a soft giggle. "I didn't think of that."

He holds you in silence for a while, punctuating it with gentle kisses and soft whispers of affirmations. The way his arms envelope you is so...comforting, so warm, so protective. You barely register that you're lying back down on your pillow again in a more relaxed position, your tears long dried-up, his arms still wrapped around you with that same protectiveness.

"Shall I give you a nicer dream tonight?" asks Zhongli.

You look into his faintly-glowing eyes. "You can do that?"

"I am an adeptus, after all. Shaping dreams comes second nature, much like sub-space creation."

Smiling softly, thanking all the stars that you found a man like Zhongli, you say, "Yeah. I'd like that."

He caresses your cheek. "Tell me. What shall I have you dream of?"

You don't even hesitate. "You and me, stargazing atop a hill. We would even catch colorful falling stars, because we'd be so high up and super close to the sky." You blush, feeling a little silly for saying it now.

But Zhongli had already made it clear nothing you say earnestly would be silly. "A fine dream," he murmurs, "one I would love to share with you. Now close your eyes, darling, and I promise to meet you there atop that hill where we can catch the stars together."

The God of Contracts never goes back on his word - when your eyes close you find yourself lulled into an easy slumber; and when the initial shroud of black gives way, there stands your husband under a zoetrope of dancing stars, with a smile as warm as the spring sun.

He beckons, and you happily approach.

Finally getting around to requests! Please feel free to drop anything in my inbox, Zhongli-centric of course, and I'll be more than happy to whip something up~

[talonabraxas]

Orion ✨ About The Constellation Orion

Let us remember the “Constellation of Orion” of the Egyptians; it is evident that this constellation is governed by 12 Great Masters. Esoterically it is said that those 12 Masters assist each other, but the 6th is always missing, meaning that “In order to attain SeIf-Realisation it is necessary to rend the veil of Isis” or, that is, the Adamic Sexual Veil.

Only in liberating oneself from sex in an absolute manner can one reach final liberation. The difficulty in all of this is, as the saying goes: “wanting to saddle the horse before you’ve caught it”. That is to say, the information given by all of those schools who say that one must liberate one self from sex, but without having fabricated the Solar Bodies.

Firstly, the Solar Bodies must be fabricated, and then sex must be renounced. That is the right way of things, and the things of the right way. In the work, first it is the animal, and later, the spiritual.

The constellation of Orion has a marked influence upon the atomic star which guides us internally which is Ain Soph Paranishpanna, our intimate star. As one Master said: “I raise my eyes to the stars from whence must come my help, but I am always guided by my Star which I have within”.

(Samael Aun Weor, Tarot And Kabbalah, Excerpts from Chapter 37, Arcanum Nº 15)

In Atlantis existed seven important oracles in the physical world, where men studied the wisdom of the stars and consulted the sidereal Gods. The guardians of those mysteries were great initiates. In the oracle of Mars, Martian occultism was taught; in the oracle of Jupiter, the Jupiterian religion; in the oracle of Venus, the arts, and Venusian knowledge; in the oracle of Saturn, the wisdom of Saturn; in the oracle of the Moon, lunar occultism; in the oracle of Mercury, Mercurian wisdom; and in the solar oracle, our Gnostic wisdom.

The ancient priests taught their disciples how to interpret the firmament. Those signs are interpreted basing oneself on the law of philosophical analogies, for example: if you see black stars with your clairvoyance, there is failure for thee. If you see a star fall from heaven at the moment when a friend leaves on a trip, there is going to be a funeral for thy friend. If the star falls on someone, or close to someone important, that personage will die. If a wandering star passes before thee by surprise, someone is leaving thee. If you see two yellow stars separating from each other, it means “war”.

Through thy esoteric studies thou shalt remain under the direction of some planetary genii, and they shall call thee by means of luminous signs that thou shalt learn to recognize. Thou should also comprehend the sparkle of thy celestial Father’s star when he calls thee to instruct thee in the mysteries of Light.

This earth, so dense, that thou inhabits today, will in a remote day be etheric and we will then have the celestial Jerusalem where neither tears nor pain exist. By then, the constellation of Orion which has brought so much bitterness to the world through the north, will shine illuminating a world full of glee and happiness.

“After this I looked, and, behold, a door was opened in heaven: and the first voice which I heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said, Come up hither, and I will show thee things which must be hereafter”.

“And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne”.

“And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald”.

“And round about the throne were four and twenty seats: and upon the seats I saw four and twenty elders sitting, clothed in white raiment; and they had on their heads crowns of gold”.

“And out of the throne proceeded lightnings and thunderings and voices: and there were seven lamps of fire burning before the throne, which are the seven spirits of God”.

“And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, were four beasts full of eyes before and behind”.

“And the first beast was like a lion, and the second beast like a calf, and the third beast had a face as a man, and the fourth beast was like a flying eagle”.

“An the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come”.

“And when those beasts give glory and honor and thanks to him that sat on the throne, who liveth for ever and ever”.

“The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying’ç

“Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created”. (Revelation 4)

May the most profound peace reign in thy hearts.

(Samael Aun Weor, Zodiacal Course, Excerpt from the Chapter “Pisces)

[signed-sapphire]

The Fallen Star ✨Wish Reimagined

Chapter 1 - Welcome to Rosas

We open to a picture book with the title The Fallen Star on the cover, and it flips open to the end as a voice similar to that of the Golden Age princesses starts narrating.

Once upon a time, in a land… actually not that far away, there was a kingdom off the coast of the Iberian Peninsula.

Rosas.

The picture book opens to a jungle, zooming across a beach and a sea all the way up to Rosas.

Rosas was a beautiful kingdom, with beautiful people, a beautiful king and queen, and their beautiful daughter.

The picture book goes to look at the crowd, then to the other page to Magnus and Amaya waving to the crowd, then down to Asha waving to the crowd

Princess Asha. This is her story.

As well as his story.

The page flips and zooms down to Gabo.

And hers.

And their story.

Hal and Bazeema, then Dahlia, Safi, and Dario

And his story.

Simon O'Donahue

And my story.

Don’t worry.

You’ll meet me in a bit.

But for now, let’s start at the beginning.

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The picture book flips backwards to the beginning of the book, landing on a page with Steamboat Willie, which fades into real life and flips for motion

The flipbook stops at the last frame where a pencil erases and redraws an ear.

“Baaaaa!” A goat, dressed in indigo pajamas, jumps up on the stool next to the artist.

“Hey, Val,” Asha smiles. She turns back to her paper. “I’m not sure about this character. I mean, he looks like he’d be popular, but… he’s giving homophobic vibes. What do you think?”

“Baaaaaa!”

“You’re right. I’m going to burn it,” Asha decides. She pets Valentino’s fluffy head. “Thank you for your input, good sir,” she coos.

Suddenly, the bell tolls outside.

“Oh, goodness. It’s time! Come, baby!” Asha grins, closing her sketchbook and slipping it in her dress pockets.

Asha walks out the door and through the halls, so we get a good look at the beautiful architecture of Rosas.

We pass by the docks, where a ship pulls in by the harbor.

Just like in the movie, a boat docks on the harbors of Rosas. The boat is decorated with flags and plants and nets and fabric, and a group of lively tourists exit the ship.

“Hello!”

We see a smiling young woman waving to the tourists. “My name is Dahlia Tsurugi! I’m so glad you came to our city. I’ll be your tour guide, along with my friend, Bazeema Sriprasanna!”

Her friend jostles at her name, eyes darting to the crowd and waving shyly.

“Care for a cookie?” Dahlia asks as Bazeema pulls out a tray. “Courtesy of my parents, the royal bakers!”

The crowd looks excited, taking a few cookies. “Sugar cookies, just like how Their Majesties like them,” Dahlia explains. She gives Bazeema a thin smile, but before they can move forward, there’s the sound of trumpets.

Dahlia and Bazeema startle and turn towards the noise.

“Helloooo there!”

Now we’re getting to Asha! Our girl is smiling at the tourists, a golden tiara on her head and a group of servants rolling out a red carpet for her to walk on.

“My name is Princess Asha Arman of Rosas! I’ll be your tour guide today!” Asha smiles. “I’m glad you came to our wonderful and fantastic kingdom! Trust me, you’ll love it here.”

“Oh, Princess,” Dahlia says, grin faltering a bit. “You’re a bit early.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head over it, Doc,” Asha says sweetly. “What kind of main character would I be if I ran in here, needing to catch my breath? Couldn’t be me.”

Dahlia blinks. “I see.”

She recovers quickly, turning back to the tour group. “Well, you’re in luck. Today you get to meet our very own, Princess Asha!”

Asha waves and smiles. There’s a bleat, and Asha lights up. “Oh! And this is my goat, Valentino. Say hi, baby!”

Valentino jumps up and bleats, nuzzling against Asha’s dress. Asha coos and pets his fluffy head.

Bazeema whispers something to Dahlia, who smiles sympathetically. Asha turns back to the crowd. “Well! Shall we start, then?”

🎵 Welcome to Rosas 🌹

Asha

Dahlia

Bazeema

All three together

Welcome to Rosas, come on, come this way

Asha bounces in front of the tourists

We hope that you’ll like it and choose to stay

Arms out

There's no other place just as full of surprise

Where your dreams and your reality can collide

Hands mashed together

The happiest place on earth

Hands clasped, singing

A land of laughter, joy, and mirth

Want to ride a carpet or rub a lamp’s base

Hand outstretched to carpet hanging (Aladdin’s carpet) lowers hand to Aladdin’s lamp underneath)

Well, hey, you've come to the, right, place

Gently leans down to the child of the group

'Cause here in the kingdom of Rosas

Asha cuts in front of Bazeema, the other girl girls join in

You can turn all your wanting to wishing, no what ifs and no wonders

Oh, here in the kingdom of Rosas

It's unlikely that you'll be unhappy with so much to discover

A home for me, for you, and all of us

The kingdom of Rosas

So our wonderful king, many years ago

Dahlia fixes her glasses

Stars destroyed his homeland, fire, rain, and snow

Uses free hand to mime out

He battled the Stars and chased off their glow

Hand towards the sky, fist closed at “chased”

He makes sure they can’t hurt us again, oh no

He founded Rosas

With his wife and their young lass

Though to be honest—

Unsure Bazeema

Hey. Our princess grows on you, I promise

Dahlia gently interrupts, then turns to the tourists

Hey, did I mention, when you turn eighteen

Asha pops up behind them, taking their attention

You may have your wish granted by the king and queen

‘Till then, they keep them safe, protects them at all costs

So to the Stars again no one ever is lost

You give your wish to them and live a life of bliss

Yes, you do forget what it is, but now Stars won’t be able to take it from you

Boops nose of youngest

Besides, if you keep it you endanger everyone you love, so forget with no regret and live life safely

Arms like “why”, “gotcha” movement, running backwards

Here in the kingdom of Rosas

Flamenco staircase dance

You can turn all your wanting to wishing, no what ifs and no wonders

Oh, here in the kingdom of Rosas

It's unlikely that you'll be unhappy with so much to discover

A home for me, for you, and all of us

The kingdom of Rosas 🎵

The tourists are all excited, Dahlia happily explaining more about their kingdom.

“We tried to make it in time, but— ACHOO!” Safi sneezes before he can finish his sentence.

“It was my fault,” Simon says apologetically. “I overslept.”

“And I told you, it’s fine, big guy,” Safi says, patting Simon’s arm. “Your dad worked you hard last night. Dahlia can handle it. And Bazeema— ACHOO!” Safi’s eyes widen. “Is there an animal nearby?”

“Oh, sorry,” Dahlia rushes. “Guys, we have a visitor on the tour with us. Be careful—“

“Ahem.”

The four teens straighten their posture. Princess Asha stands before them, holding Valentino in her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to support our friend Hal, Your Highness,” Safi pipes up.

“Aaaaand why are you interrupting our tour?”

“Well, we—“

“Ugh. This is boring me. You’re boring, you know that?” Asha asks. She hums. “Hal. She’s the granddaughter of the Rosas beekeeper, right? Parents were the royal jesters? She’s funny. Be like her.”

A bell tolls, and Asha lights up. “Time to head to the meeting, Val.”

Her goat bleats and jumps down from her arms. Safi sneezes again, and Asha pulls back her skirt with a snarl. “Watch it, Sneezy! Don’t get your germs on me.”

“S-sorry, Your Highness,” Safi sniffles. “It’s just that animals make me— AH—“

Dahlia and Simon put their fingers under Safi’s nose to stop him from sneezing.

“Here, let me help you with that—“ Bazeema starts, but Asha backs up. “No touchy! Nooooo touchy, got that?”

“Sorry, Your Highness,” Bazeema murmurs.

Asha huffs and glances at Safi. “Stay away from Valentino,” she says curtly, before pushing open the castle doors. “Doc, Bashful, with me! Let’s finish this tour so I can get back to my regular duties.” She smiles at the confused crowd. “Come on!”

Bazeema smiles at Simon and Safi. “We’ll meet you inside, okay?” she asks quietly, then nods to Dahlia to come along.

Asha leaves the crowd with Dahlia and Bazeema to prepare for the meeting. Every month the citizens of Rosa’s could come to her parents about their concerns. It usually wasn’t hosted often, but somehow someone found something wrong.

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“Asha, darling!”

Asha puts on a smile she sees two people standing inside her room. They’re regal, dressed in whites, blues, and golds, and smiling. King Magnus and Queen Amaya, or, as Asha knew them…

“Magnus, Ams,” Asha smiles.

“Well, how did the tour go?” Magnus asks with a warm grin.

“It went pretty well. You know me,” Asha smirks. “There was a snag, but I dealt with it.”

“Did you get to know your people?” Amaya asks, brushing Asha’s hair behind her ear.

Asha steps back. “Amaya.”

“Now, Asha, what do we always say?”

“‘To be a good ruler, you have to understand your roses so they can come to full bloom,’” Asha recites, rolling her eyes. She smiles. “Ams, I get it. And I love Rosas. But they don’t love me.”

“Were you kind?” Amaya asks.

“Yes!” Asha exclaims. “I complimented their friend and gave them a job to do on the tour! They got to be in the presence of me! The ward of the Wishgranter and his wife! The princess of the kingdom that literally grants wishes!”

“We keep wishes safe,” Magnus corrects. “And we were once like them. And you’re our daughter, Asha. You’re family.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Magnus smiles. “I love you, Asha.”

Asha puts on a smile again. “Love you too, Magnus.”

Magnus grins and turns to his wife. “And I love you, mi vida.”

Amaya laughs as Magnus attacks her face in kisses. Asha groans and hides her smile.

“Okay, we should head out for the meeting,” Magnus mumbles against Amaya’s neck.

“Yes, mi rey.” Amaya smooths down her dress. “Asha, are you joining us, dear?”

“It’s my duty as a princess,” Asha says, standing up straight.

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“Hello, Sabino!” Magnus greets as the doors open to a man and a young woman. “Ah, Hal! Hello, my dear. How’s the juggling going?”

“It’s going well, Your Majesty,” Hal says brightly. “Practicing my best. My Saba helps me a lot.”

“That’s lovely. Now, tell us. Why did you grace us with your lovely presence this morning?” Amaya asks.

Hal steps back to give her Saba the spotlight. The doors close, Hal’s friends wave at her from the side rows.

(Sabino looks like this concept of his movie counterpart ⬇️)

“Well, Your Majesties,” Sabino says, bowing his head. “As you know, I am turning 100 today.”

“That is quite an accomplishment!” Magnus exclaims.

Sabino smiles. “Yes, it is quite an accomplishment. Although… it may be my last.”

“What do you mean?” Amaya asks.

Sabino goes on to explain how he was sick and old, and the sickness would soon claim his life… or something along those lines. It was hard to listen to every detail and draw.

Asha liked to call herself akin to the royal scribe. Except, through art.

As Asha flips through her book we can see some concept art from previous Disney movies.

She was currently working her way through a flipbook of Sneezy sneezing, jolting Sleepy awake. The boy kept dozing off, though he looked as if he was trying his hardest to stay awake and support Happy.

Hmm. Asha wondered if she should get Sleepy something to keep him awake. Maybe a prick would keep him awake.

That’s it! She would get him a magic spindle! It would gently prick Sleepy whenever he started drifting off! She was such a good princess.

There, Amaya. She understood the roses now.

“A-and, I know it was something to do with my health and life.”

Right. Sabino was still talking. Asha made another note in the corner of her sketchbook.

“So, I was wondering, if your Majesty would be so kind…” Sabino’s voice trailed off.

“Sabino. My good man.” Magnus’ voice was gentle. “I can tell you that you are right. Your wish has to do with your lifespan. But the Wishgranter has reasons for keeping wishes.”

“Yes, but—“

“Your Majesty,” Hal interrupted. “It’s my Saba’s 100th birthday. He’s waited this long to get his wish granted, no?”

“Hal, I understand your Saba’s patience,” Magnus says. “But there are some wishes that can’t be granted.”

“Your Majesty—“

“I’m sorry, Hal. For the safety of Rosas, Sabino’s wish must stay with me. I will keep it safe, however. The Stars will never harm his—“ Suddenly, Magnus doubles over, clutching his head. His eyes flash gold for a second, then they’re back to normal.

“Magnus!”

“Mi rey!”

Asha and Amaya scramble up to Magnus. Magnifico shoos them away. “I’m fine, my dears. Just another headache.”

“Did you do your monthly check on the Stars?” Amaya asks.

Magnus runs a hand through his hair, then sighs. “No. That’s what it is. Tonight I shall perform the check to ensure that Rosas remains safe. Thank you for reminding me.”

The king composes himself and turns back to his audience. “My deepest apologies, Sabino. I can have the royal Healers come over to your home to see if there’s anything else we can do.”

Sabino falters, then nods. “Thank you for your time, Your Majesty.”

Chapter 2

Author’s notes

Okay! I think I like this format. I’m really happy with the dividers.

This is just setting things up. It’s a lot quicker than comic form, and this will work until I find enough time to sit down and draw. Perhaps this summer.

What I wanted to accomplish during this chapter was to set up the storybook intro and distinguish that from “Welcome to Rosas” (bc in the movie, the song is completely useless? Just add one more page in the book?) but this time, the storybook sets it up with a mystery narrator, and “Welcome to Rosas” introduces Mag and Amaya.

I will be referring to him as “Magnus” while he’s himself.

Intro is done! We know about Asha, what Bazeema and Dahlia are like (which the movie didn’t really touch on), and the backstory of Rosas

Now we can get to the actual call to action! I’ve already written most of Chapter 2 (it’s just formatting stuff) so I’ll see you then!

Thanks for reading! <3

[someprettyname]

✨GF FC INDIGO AWARDS 2024 PT 5✨

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | winner's list | after party

Some points to note before you move to the event visualizer : 

🟣 My anchoring style is highly energetic and bubbly so you can imagine me doing a lot of hand gestures, changing pitch and tones of my voice, moving around on the stage a lot, etc. Hehe.  

🟣 The theatre/event venue has been engineered by the best engineers of the world, with the most modern technology. The petals of the lotus can close or open to hide or reveal the night sky. It can also change its colours. For tonight, it's indigo!  

🟣 The "OUTFIT CHECK" were clicked in different places (according to where the member was spotted first) hence the different background. 

🟣 I didn't want to write too dialogues on yall's behalf but I can't really bother you with every small detail, so I hope whatever dialogues I've made up are not too out of character! 

🟣Ignore the contradiction of same blue locker entering the scene multiple times, pretend there are a few copies of each member 🥰👍🏻

🟣 Ignore the outfit mismatch in the edits (any edit after the outfit checks please, our editing skills only go so far 🙏🏻 ) 

🟣 I highly suggest that you listen to songs as you keep finding them being embedded in links for added feels and extra hype! 🔥

🟣 The performances where multiple songs have been used is supposed to be a mashup. You can imagine the mashup to be as you please! The songs I've bunched together are for the sole purpose of creating a particular vibe, so as long as to they are fulfilled it's all good! 😌🤝🏻

🟣 The posts are scheduled at a gap of 3-4 hours each, this event is going to be spread throughout 2 or more days. Feel free to go feral in the comments/reblogs/community my mates. 🔥 

🟣 I hope you enjoy this! Tagging all the attendees here : 

@glue-thief  @getosugurusbangs @bueris @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma

@sid3buns @mariyumemi @pinkinsect @refrigeratedboombursts @satosuguhastakenovermylife 

@10renz0 @simp-simp-no-mi @boinin @sharkissm @milkteansugar 

@thebestsetter @merlucide @jujutsustraycats @kurona-theshark @nskiyuriz

@asarajaa @writingonthewalls1832 @hooudie212back @sadao-tsuki @milaisreading 

@8-xnny @licoririce @rinitoshisgirl @luvingshidou  @duckydee-0

@kuro-min @gojoracle @marcsnuffy @filecurropt0 @riririnnnn 

@wroophruh @sanaexus @melodiclune

Previously on INDIGO AWARDS : 

Electrifying performances by TEAM YOUNG SIX & TEAM PRANCE AND PROWESS!! 🎇

"FUCK YOU APOLLO." 

- Najma (@/galaxynajma) : Winner of GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS 2024 FOR DIVINE PREDICTOR. 

A heart touching moment after GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR CARING MOTHER. 

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Soleil : That almost made me cry. A mother's love is truly like a beautiful poem isn't it? 

Nami : It truly is Soleil. I can't begin to tell you. My favourite part is seeing my daughter score those supaaaa goals ❤️

Soleil : Which reminds me, don't we have a poet's club too? 

Nami : *chuckles* Of course we do Soleil. And every poet deserves to be acknowledged and appreciated too don't they? 

(*They share a knowing look*) 

Soleil : Of course! Of course! It's the art by the artist which captures the essence of a culture and holds significance in history. It's a very crucial part to society. 

Nami : Indeed! 😁 Shall we do it, then? 

(*They nod at each other with a smile*) 

Nami : Please welcome on stage @/milaisreading for....

Together : GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR BEST POET!!!

(*The grand doors open up and Mila is seen walking out, onto the main stage with a satisfied smile.*) 

Milaisreading : (*Looks at the flashcard in her hand, which reads the name of winners*) And the award goes to.....

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Milaisreading : ISH, NAMI AND SOLEIL!!! Huge round of applause please!!

(*Soleil and Nami hug each other with a huge grin and wait for Ish to join them before they walk up on the stage together to recieve the award.*) 

(*Nami and Soleil push ISH to the mic encouragingly*) 

Ish : Alright. (*chuckles nervously*) I escaped the last, guess I can't keep running away. 

Ish : (*inhales deeply*) It is my greatest pleasure to be standing before everyone present here today, and an even greater honor to have been awarded amongst all of my fellow members, who are at the least equal, if not on a higher standing than me. So... I'm not one for many words, therefore I'd like to conclude this by thanking everyone who has made this possible and has supported me throughout. Thank you."

(*The audience cheers on him loudly*)

Nami : (*pats his head affectionately, grinning*) See? It wasn't so bad. 

Nami : Well for me, i started writing poetry when I was 14 and in a very stressed and dark phase and it gave me a pathway to vent and express what I couldn't to anyone, without any fear of getting judged. Besides, art beautifies pain and hides under layer of poetic lines and that's exactly what we all need sometimes isn't it? I'm really honoured to be holding this award right now. I don't think any other award in the world can ever compare up to this. Thank you so much! 💛

Soleil : A very special thank you to the CF GIRLFRIEND, their dedication and affection are incomparable. I feel very lucky to have such a passionate and loyal community. Your positive energy and enthusiasm are contagious, and I cannot express enough how much I value your presence and participation.

Nami : PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!  (*throws her hand holding the award up in air in victory*) 

(*Soleil and Nami return to the MC counter, setting the award down and grinning*) 

Soleil : Nami? Doesn't it feel like we're....missing something? 

Nami : Yeah, right? (*Frowns*) I wonder.....what are we missing, Sol? 

Soleil : Hm. We honoured the caring mothers....but the poetry of a parent's love is always incomplete without their children isn't it?

Nami : You're always speaking facts aren't you? 😁 Of course!!

Nami : Ladies and gentlemen, it's time you put your hands up for VAL (@/glue-thief) who'll be announcing the honoured ones taking home GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR PERFECT WARD tonight. 

[Yes ward is technically a child. Yes I'm trying to be professional. Yes, thank you for putting up with it.] 

Glue-thief : *inhales* GF FC family tree is....complex. To say the least. By any chance, the one's who are being graced with this award tonight are....

(*Camera cuts to Hooudie and Nami*) 

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Glue-thief : RIRI AND BILLY!! 

(*They both stand up finger-gunning at each other from a distance, laughing and striding to the stage together.*) 

Bueris : Well, I am very happy to be a little angel for ma and ma <333 (and the several aunts and uncles I didn't realise I had until a few days back <33)

Riririnnn : Hehehe, my cheeks are going to explode from blushing so much. I'll really like to share this award with my beloved twin, @/bueris, and dedicate to Mama @/someprettyname and Mama @/hooudie212back 'cause they are the ones who raised us so well!! Bestest Mamas in the world<333

(*Camera cuts to Nami who's grinning affectionately and Hooudie who's clapping enthusiastically in the crowd*) 

Nami : On the behalf of hooudie too, you both are the best kids one could ask for! ❤️

(*Camera cuts to Hooudie who is found nodding in agreement and cheering continuously, seemingly very happy*) 

Nami & Soleil : (*nod at Val who was walking back after handing out the award*) 

Nami : Now that we're on the topic of love, I think it would be unfair to let this mention go. Especially after the recent revelations. To have a successful relationship is one hell of a job in itself let alone having a wounded partner. Someone who has gone through a lot of trauma and hardships in the past. And while the awardee for next award might say it's just her job as a partner to support her lover in every circumstances, I'd argue she's doing an amazing job at it, hence worth something honouring. Besides, their story is absolutely inspiring! 

Soleil : Ladies and gentlemen, make sure the cheering doesn't stop for this one : GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR THE MOST PATIENT PARTNER. 

(*Loud cheering and clapping can be heard as IZZY (@/luvingshidou) appears on stage for handing out the stage. A perfectly choice, given she understands what it takes to be a patient partner. She is THE SHI-FERAL-DOU'S WIFE afterall.*) 

IZZY : I really do agree with what you said! The award is going to none other than....

(*Once again, the suspense silence has been ruined by Shidou cheering at the top of his lungs on the stage*)

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IZZY : NAJMA!!! 

IZZY : CONGRATES BABE! YOU DESERVE IT <3

(*Kaiser hugs her and pats her on the back encouragingly with a grateful smile as she leaves her seat to get the award.*) 

Galaxynajma : I’ll forever be there for Kaiser <3 even when we had our small breakup era I still very much so cared for him .. I hope he gets better with his mental health soon and I’ll be there with every step. This one's for you Mihya! 

(*Camera cuts to a happy (surprised? Me too.) Kaiser cheering and clapping.*) 

Soleil : What an absolutely lovely vibe 😍

Nami : You don't say, Soleil. I almost shed a tear. It's only fair if we have an equally lovely performance, don't we? A performance which can remind us all of that feeling we all get when we first fall in love. 

Soleil : Now who's speaking facts? 😁

Nami : Well well 😆 don't I always? 😎 

Nami : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR TEEEEAAAM  INNOCENT SUMMER!! 

[ links : dumb dumb - choreography | hype boy | attention | what you waiting for - choreography | OMG ]

Soleil : What an absolutely lovely performance! I loved it 😍

Nami : Truly! But soleilllllll (*pouts slightly*) now that we're on the topic of "Lovely" I can't get this one person out of my head. 

Soleil : Chigiri? 

Nami : SOLEIL!!!! 😳

Nami : When someone's on your mind 24/7 you're not 'reminded' of them. Because they were already there :> 

[ Please don't roll your eyes, guys. I can feel it from here. ] 

Soleil : 🤭🤭 then who? 

Nami : wellllll 😁

Nami : She's a super close friend of mine and really REALLY sweet and lovely! I've hung out with her several times and the chemistry between her and her husband? Oh my god. It's beautiful. That's what inspired the next category of award I have up my sleeve!!! 

Soleil : NOW I AM CURIOUS!! 

Nami : Then I won't keep you waiting at all!! 😁😁

Nami : Ladies and gentlemen, we have coming up on stage, our beloved manager, @/riririnnn for the next award of the night : GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARD FOR SWEETEST WIFE!!! 

(*Indistinct hooting can be heard while @/riririnnn walks up on stage and takes over the mic*) 

Riririnnn : A very good evening to one and all present here! ^_^ 

Riririnnn : Happy to see all these smiles and happy faces, it looks even more beautiful from up here, I'm tempted to take up the job of anchoring now! Haha! 

Riririnnn : Coming back to the topic, I think we all are amazing and sweet partners and there is something to learn from each of our stories, but the one taking home award for tonight is..... 

(*The camera cuts to a few members, holding their breaths.*) 

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Riririnnn : HOOUDIE!!  😄

(*Hooudie sigh and smiles, while REO is all smiles and shine as he pats her on her back encouragingly. They share a quick hug before she walks up on stage.*) 

Hooudie : OMG! OMG! Okay wow these awards all sound so nice! SWEETEST WIFE? KEASJLK AWWW that's so cute💗 I'm glad you guys like me and Reo!! I'm so happy with this one!! 

Nami : [ secretly hoping Reo doesn't buy off the award show now ] 

Soleil : Of course Hooudie! You deserved this one! ^_^

Nami : Yeah definitely!! 

Soleil : But....Nami? 

Nami : Yeah, Sol? What is it? 👀

Soleil : We honoured the bravest warriors for the safety and peace their strength brings to our community, but isn't someone who survived a very traumatic incident equally strong? 

Nami : Soleil :0 

Nami : You aren't wrong. You aren't wrong at all!! But before that.... (*Does a wierd moonwalk on stage and turns to the audience dramatically*) RIRI!! 🫵🏻

Riririnnn : 😳

(*A valet hands her a mic.*)

Riririnnn : Yes, mama?

Nami : Certain hushed whispers say "Breakfast" by Dove Cameron has motivated your appetite for certain boyfriends and girlfriends of our members. Why is that so? Why do you eat men for breakfast? 

Riririnnn : Nibbling and playfully biting is my love language, and sometimes I just get overboard. In my defence, I was left unsupervised :3 Mamas were gone somewhere, so I was free and my spirit decided to be wild!

>>> The first one I ate was Ness. (*Camera cuts to a very fidgety Ness.*) @/getosugurubangs had made a brilliant of him! I just wanted a smol nibble, guess it wasn't that smol. Bleh :p

>>> Next was Loki! I really love chocolate! (*Camera cuts to a very subtly traumatised looking Loki, who's clinging on to Merlucide.*) And I mistook him as a chocolate cookie, so I ate Cookie Loki :3

>>> Then Sae 'cause he was left unsupervised :3 (*Camera cuts to a bored looking shy but he's afraid and traumatised on the inside. He's scoffing to cover that up.*) @/soleilonthesun had became a oompa-loompa, so I just seized the opportunity!

>>> Next was Chigiri. I just wanted to eat a cherry! (*Camera cuts to chigiri who is sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks terrified and disturbed too.*)

Nami : But Riri!! That's bad manners, you shouldn't swallow other people!!

Riririnnn : Bleh! :p

Soleil : Anyways, (*holds Nani's shoulders to stop her. This bickering was pointless.*) we should now welcome on stage @/asarajaa for announcing the winners of GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR CRANIUM C R O N C H SURVIVORS. 

*A warrior theme plays over the speakers as @/Asarajaa takes over the mic.*

Asarajaa : We all know who these people are, so without wasting anymore time, put your hands together for.... 

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Asarajaa : NAJMA, RIRI AND IZZY!!!!

(*The crowd erupts into loud applause and hooting. Shidou is seen going feral and shouting incoherent words, while kurona is seen clapping for Riri and Kaiser looks proud.*) 

Galaxynajma : I don’t know how to feel about winning a award for that awful awful injury I went through but I hope I can spread some awareness about cranium cronch survivors all over the world. Staying in the hospital was a dark time in my life and I hope I never experience it again. 

Luvingshidou : Yeah pooks! It was a dark time, but I'm glad I had y'all to help me get through it! <3 

Riririnnn : Oof, the cranium C R O N C H incident :( Such a traumatic experience </3 It's an honour to receive such a glorious award and getting to share it with @/galaxynajma and @/luvingshidou who were there with me during such a traumatic time! And thank you so much to @/getosugurusbangs for putting an end to this nightmare! You are a very strong one!!

Soleil : It indeed was a dark time full of horrors for each and every one of us. I'm glad we got through it! But now that we're onto survivors we can't go without honouring our dear medics can we? 

Nami : ABSOLUTELY NOT! So let's welcome on stage @/thebestsetter for giving out THE GF FC HONORARY INDIGO AWARDS FOR BEST MEDIC! 

(*The speakers fill the place with happy beats as @/thebestsetter takes over the mic.*) 

Thebestsetter : The 2 medics we all know we are talking about, the one who'll be taking home this honorary award tonight are....

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Thebestsetter : @/kurona-theshark & @/rinitoshisgirl!!!! 

(*The medics in question find each other through the crowd, bump their fists and walk on the stage together.*) 

Kurona-theshark : (*looks at the award in her hand. Is quite speechless*) i am...well...i am happy to get this award i'd try my best heal and save the members of gf fc! 

RINITOSHISGIRL : so for best medic i did NOT expect that but I'm very thankful! <3 

Nami : Well, we are thankful to have you both too! 😁✨

Soleil : Hmmm. I think, another thing I and the audience would be really grateful for is a nice performance to change the pace and mood ~ 

Soleil : Don't you think? 

Nami : Hm? Change the mood? 🤔

Nami : Oh wait! I HAVE JUST THE PERFECT PERFORMANCE IN MIND 😃💡

Soleil : Really? 🤩

Nami : I AM 100% SURE EVERYONE WILL LOVE IT!!

Soleil : ooooohhhh 👀👀

Nami : Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage my beloved long lost newly found brother : ASH!!! 

[ links : I wanna dance with somebody | girls just want to have fun | dancing queen - lyrics ]

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Stay tuned for more such amazing performances and awards...! 

[ organiser : @/someprettyname

script writing credits : @/someprettyname

proofread by : @/melodiclune

editing credits : @/soleilonthesun ]

[annymation]

🎶Wish Away- the villains song

Magnifico and Amaya's villain duet for my Wish rewrite

So... I was in a silly goofy mood, searching for inspiration to make the Magnifico and Amaya's villain duet for my rewrite.

And what do you know, I came across a deleted song from EQUESTRIA GIRLS 3, YEAH, EQUESTRIA GIRLS, and that inspired me the most... Like, I found exactly what I was looking for, and adapted the song to fit my vision.

The song that inspired me was "Free the Magic (Demo)" and it has the exact kind of tempo and style I think are fitting for two manipulative monarchs, very sophisticated and classy but also hiding a lot of malice.

I may or may not change the lyrics as time goes on, but so far here's what I got:

So first things first, here’s the deleted Equestria Girls song that inspired me. Give it a listen first or while you read the lyrics so you can get a feel for the rhythm and feel of the song. Although in my version the very last verse would play differently, sounding a lot more intense.

If this was a Disney song tho it would obviously have more instruments than just a piano, which could really elevate it, I imagine there could be different kinds of instruments depending on who's singing.

Also, so you can better picture the scenery. Magnifico and Amaya are trying to convince Asha to give away her wish instead of just working hard to get it by herself.

They take her to that room we saw during “This Is The Thanks I Get” in the movie, with the miniature model of the kingdom and the lil dolls.

The dolls will serve as the backup singers, as Magnifico uses his magic to give them life.

The rooms is mostly dark, and the king and queen start out very gentle with Asha but their demeanor becomes more aggressive as the song progresses.

Lyrics in green- King Magnifico 🫧

Lyrics in blue- Queen Amaya 👑

Lyrics in bold white- little puppets from Magnifico’s model 🎎

Lyrics in purple- Asha ✨

Wish Away

You've been an outcast in this land

For far too long

It's time you show to them

That Rosa's where you belong

There's a wish in you

That just cannot wait to soar

So tell us, Asha

What do you wish for?

THINK! 

But before you answer

Look around and just see where you're from

From a kingdom with no sadness, no pain nor dismay 

And it's all because they

Wished away

(aah-ah, aah-ah, aah-ah)

MAY!

I give a suggestion?

What you lack might be just 

Some self reflection

You don't know who you are

So how could you ever go as far

To know what's your purpose in life?

(aah-ah, aah-ah, aah-ah)

Strife and hard work is fine, dear

But it's oh, so much easier

If you give me that wish of yours

Think just how far you'll go

Once that wish is mine-

I mean ours! I mean yours

hehehe

And what about your future?

Will it be just some doodles, my dear?

There's much more you can achieve (thanks to me)

So forget with no-

Forget with no regret

I don't know what I want, I've never knew

Too many pains to count, so much I've been through

But I know a wish will be for me to grant

So thanks for offering, but, I need no enchant

Little one, I don't think you comprehend

(Your wish will be the king’s command)

With my magic I can make all that pain

end 

(You can be one of us)

If you let us help you

Just wait and see

(You should be pleased)

I have a hunch this wish 

Shall set you free

(free, free, free)

Is this really the hill I'll die on?

(Wish a-way, wish a-way)

There's no hope for you

No stars to wish upon

(Wish a-way, wish a-way)

Should I give up on my integrity?

(Give it all away, You cannot get away)

I'm the ONLY ONE

Who'll end your MISERY

SO COME ON! WISH AWAY!

SO YOU MAY FIND YOUR WAY-

OKAY!

… Okay?

… okay … I have a wish …

Thank You For Reading!

[catanisgorgeous]

Satisfied

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date: Obey Me!), gender-neutral MC (only pronoun used is “you”).

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, lots of gentle head massaging to soothe the pissed oldest demon.

For context: It had been two days since you last saw Lucifer. Sure, maybe demons didn't need sleep but not seeing him at all was worrying you. What was up with this weird workload? Or was he avoiding everyone? As his newly established ✨partner✨ you decide to go and check.

A/N: Hi there, demons and humans and angels and reapers~ I'll probably do one for each brother and other-character, but mind you, requests are open^^ I'm not much of a Lucifer stan but here goes! If ya like it, show it 💙

You: Hey Mammoney, are you awake?

Mammon: MC? I'm headed outside.

You: Oh. If you're downstairs, do you see Lucifer anywhere around?

Mammon: Ya think I'll be sneaking out with Lucifer around? What's gotten into ya?

You: Right, sorry.

Mammon: The old man hasn't been outside his office since yesterday, MC. Plus, why would I care where he is? I'm leaving. Ya wanna come?

You: No thanks.

Mammon: Dontcha dare tell old Luci you knew I was going out.

Well that was a productive chat. You shook your head with a sigh, tossing the D.D.D. away onto the emptier half of the king-sized bed. Swinging your legs out of the sheets and into your slippers, you tugged on a thicker, longer robe and slowly open the door. You poked your head outside and checked the hallways before slipping the door shut and trotting down the stairs as fast as the cotton slippers would let you.

A shriek of joy made you jump and clutch the railings with one hand and your robe with the other. Cursing under your breath at what was likely another of Leviathan's anime-fight-cheers, you picked up the edge of the robe and dashed across the landing and corridors, carefully dodging the vases and whatnot until you silently halted right outside his door. 

There was NO way you were letting the others know this was how you went to see him. Half-dressed, with bunny slippers and a bathrobe, and the messiest bedhead. 

You didn't knock, praying Lucifer would sense your presence and just open the door himself.

... Not a whisper of a sound. You knocked ever so lightly. Why was there no goddamned keyhole? You decided his demon hearing was strong enough and whispered "Lucifer. Luci-FER.

No response. 

"Luci. It's MC. Open up."

...

You grabbed the lock, mumbling "Open the fu–" without realising the handle turned until you almost fell as the door opened. Oh. So it hadn't been locked. Wait what?

"Either close the door behind you or get out."

"Lucifer!" You shut the door, watched how the wave of his hand was followed by a click. "Oh."

"What do you want, MC?" the eldest droned in a voice that screamed of exhaustion-held-back-to-fake-annoyance.

"To see if you're alive?" You shook your head and walked over to stand beside his armchair. "I came to check on you, maybe convince you to get some sleep."

"I'm afraid I cannot afford sleep, MC, I still have that lot left to do." He waved his hand to a mountain of papers to the left. 

You pointed to the right, asking "This bit's done?"

He nodded, movements slow and tired. You recalled the last time you offered to do the work for him... that didn't go too well. So you stood there like a scarecrow, stiff and idle, confused as to how you could help, watching him pick up the next paper in silence. "Go back to bed."

You ignored him, coming to a decision and shifting to stand behind his chair. "I'm not the one who's tired," you answered, placing your hands on his greased hair. 

Lucifer shrank away, head swinging around with a glare. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing. I'll just watch, you keep doing your work."

"..." Lucifer narrowed his eyes, but was far too tired to ask a thing so he went back to work. 

So did you. You dug your fingers into his hair, sliding them between the strands until you found stability, then began rubbing and pressing, sliding the pressured fingertips back and forth. You could swear he winced when the nails scraped against his scalp: but his shoulders relaxed fast and back slumped easily, subconsciously leaning into the massage while scribbling away. 

Glad that the mission was a success, you proceeded to step 2. Make him vent. 

"Why are you cutting off so much? Don't they know how to write properly?"

He growled in frustration, cutting off another phrase on whatever document it was. "Clearly not."

"Who's work is that?"

"These? Submissions by a pack of new interns who don't know their job or at the very least, to read instructions. Immature imbeciles," he grumbled, scribbling out another correction before sliding the paper onto the completed set. 

"Nothing you can do about them?" You tugged on a longer strand of hair, brushing the mess away from his face. 

He shook his head subtly. "There's no point. Lord Diavolo wants to make sure they get a chance." The teeniest hint of a smirk. "However, I do plan on getting Barbatos to scare them, just a bit. That should ensure they'd pay more attention henceforth."

"Now that sounds more like you," you grinned, fingers sinking lower to his nape. Step 3, mild praise or reassurance, done.

"Hm," he hummed in agreement, the tips of his lips stretched into the subtlest smile. His shoulders heaved as he suppressed a yawn. "You have classes tomorrow. How long do you plan on staying here?"

"As long as it'll take."

"For?" 

"For you to quit pretending and fall asleep."

He scoffed and leant backwards to look at you. "Good luck with that."

You pulled a face to mock him, so that he turned away and continued working, occasionally pointing out a ridiculous mistake somebody had made. You massaged on, rubbing his head, temples, the back of his neck, behind his ears. The urge to break the silence was excessive, to retell how Solomon pranked Simeon by exchanging Luke's cupcakes for his own, how nobody expected Simeon to be taking the cupcakes to share and watch a movie with Levi, the chaos that ensued in the house that afternoon, how you had to calm them all down (as always) because Lucifer wasn't around...

But... 1. He probably won't be too amused right now. 2. The man has spent every day of his life in this house living amid commotion and chaos. He probably stayed in the office to avoid all the nonsense.

So you kept shut. The peace and quiet added to the gentle feel of Lucifer's greying jet black hair made your body go lax. Seeing the way the demon relaxed under your touch made you beyond happy. Satisfied. So satisfied that, you let your guard down so much you had to muffle a yawn.

Lucifer looked up at you, so you quickly resumed massaging, muttering a string of "Sorry"s. 

Without a word, the Pride shut the folder he had opened up, dropped his pen and smacked the hands on his head. 

"What?"

He pushed back the chair and rose to his feet, striding towards the door. "Leave the cloak and tie there, I'll pick them up tomorrow."

You looked between the discarded half of his outer clothing, and his tall frame holding the door open. 

"Coming or not?"

"Where?"

"To bed."

[xxladyballadxx]

Date Night

TF: ROTB Mirage X (human) reader

☁️ ✨Fluff✨☁️

A very special day has arrived where you go on a lovely date with your awesome goofy alien robot boyfriend Mirage. Planning to watch the gleaming stars of wonders up in the dark sky is going to be such a wonderful time for you and . Once you threw on your (f/c) mini dress and a bit of makeup, you slipped your flats on and stepped outside your home where Mirage awaits you. His blue energetic eyes widened when he held his head down to look at you. “Wow, (Y/n), you look…” Mirage motioned his eyes upwards and downwards, gazing upon you admiringly, “You look beautiful.” 

Your cheeks swirled into a warm heated red colour, “Thank you, Mirage.” 

Mirage smiled as he transformed into a Porsche 911 car, he flipped open the car door wide for you, “Shall we go, my lady?” 

“Let’s go.” you entered inside the car form of Mirage, seating at the front where the wheel is. Mirage closed the front door afterwards and drove off down the road while you settled down to relax, letting your alien robot do the driving as always. 

The two of you finally arrived at the destination. An edge of the cliff, a great spot to watch the stars. As soon as you exited the car, Mirage transformed back to his robotic form. “Amazing view..” you set your (e/c) eyes on the  stratosphere that is filled with stars sparkling out of it. 

Mirage sat onto the rocky ground, carefully not to sit too close towards the edge of the cliff otherwise he would end up falling down. You climbed on top of him to sit yourself down onto his lap. 

“Oh how I love to watch stars at night..” You spoke in a soft manner, your eyes being shone on by the stars of heavens. It begins to get cold as the beautiful night goes on, Mirage cuddles you with his gigantic robotic hands around you, being extra careful not to crush you to death. 

“A beautiful night, isn’t it?” Mirage set his glowing blue eyes on the dark sky, watching the stars shooting in different directions. Those stars somehow reminded him of his home planet Cybertron. He wishes to take you one day but would be too risky and Optimus would never allow it. 

“Yeah it is, our own heaven of dreams.” your voice dropped in a soft, soothing manner. You leaned your head back to Mirage’s chest while holding his big hand with your small adorable hand. 

 “A happy place where we can just be ourselves.” Mirage added, shining a smile of joy across his face. You carefully climbed up to his charming face to peck a kiss to his silver lips. “I love you so much, Mirage.” you warmed his machine heart with your loving words. You couldn’t tell if he was blushing or not. Robots can hardly blush since they’re alien robots from outer space. “I love you too, my little spark.” Mirage replied, stroking your hair softly with his robotic finger. 

You cuddled his face with your arms planted on it, feeling the heat of warmth floating over you and your whole body is no longer feeling shivery. You swept back down to sit on his lap once again after cuddling his adorable face for a bit. 

A goofy robotic alien and a sweet human girl spend the rest of the evening watching the stars together. Talking, flirting, complimenting each other and making out a drawing from the gorgeous midnight sky, connecting each little sparkle to see what they came up with. 

You wish this beautiful moment with Mirage would never end…

(A/n) - Damn, I never knew I would write this and I am shockingly in love with an alien robot. Mirage is such a goofball and I love that guy sm! :'') I've watched the new Tranformers movie on Friday with a good friend of mine and it turned out to be quite good. Some people may disagree with me on this but it is surprisingly much better then the previous Transformers movies. Just saying. Anyway, this may look shite but I hope you all like it.

UNTIL NEXT TIME ^_^

[halfetirosie]

🔥😅♨️ #SquadGoals ♨️😅🔥

(Exercise 10 - 13 React-os!)

1) OH SHIT, THE PROPHECY IS TRUE!!!

✨ THEY'RE GONNA LET QUINCY GRILL!!!!!! ✨

His Dad Energy™ will be off-the-charts!!!

2) PFFFT!!! 😂

You're getting too predictable, Dante!

Nah but, it will never stop being adorable how well Eiden knows his bois.

Plus, Eiden worked Dante-Teasing™ into his explanation so seamlessly, he doesn't even give him time to react before moving on! Outstanding move! 👌

3) Blade's Robo Abilities validating all the fanfic writers once again--

Kinda interesting that Yakumo gets nervous on boats. Maybe it's just because he's never been on one before? Or because it's so different from his natural environment, he instinctually dislikes it? 🤔

4) The return of Peepaw Kuya that canonically hates water!!! 🤣🤣🤣

He's gonna do his Ghost Bullshit of popping up behind him any second now, just watch-

Yup, that's our boi! 😂 Looks like Kuya's getting too predictable, too!

Kuya's like the fuckin Lord Voldemort of this universe. Don't say his cursed name!!!

5) That's kinda funny--- they accidentally re-created the Pokemon Starter Trio (except instead of Yaku for fire/red it's Dante)!

BRUH.

If I ever had to compete against their team--even if I were physically on-par with them--I would be hella intimidated. 2 of the 3 of them are insanely competitive by nature, and all three of them are workaholics that treat everything seriously. 😨

Not to mention, knowing my luck, I'd get stuck on a team with one slacker and one...shall I say....under-skilled person. Just, based on my history with college group projects... 😭😭😭

6) I am suddenly reminded of the crazy Australians/Floridians that wrestle crocodiles...on purpose...

(⊙ - ⊙)

...I better see fanart of this scene, or else I'll be disappointed!

I can't even blame Eiden for his awe at this weird-ass/random/kinda-funny situation, cuz I'm right there with him!

Also, Impromptu Fish-Wrestling is cool and all, but when do we get to see Quincy grill???

7) 🚨 I CALL BULLSHIT!!! 🚨

Pleaseeee. ( - _ - )

You expect me to believe that Garu and Yakumo, with their yokai-senses, would actually get caught off-guard by a random animal or something? Or that Kuya would honestly believe that??? Him, the one constantly hyping up yokai and their superiority????

...Yeah, that too. Kuya ain't that nice.

He's 100% the smartass lazy kid in the group project that shoves all the real work onto the other members, while pretending that the task they chose is actually difficult/time consuming when it actually can be completed in 5 minutes.

8) Always a fan of 🐾 Cat Dad Dante 🐾 moments! ♡♡♡

I'm also a huge fan of Sooley's thematic accessories!!!

I fuckin called it, dude!!! I knew Dante was jealous of Topper getting to have stylish outfits!!!! (And on that note---who made Sooley's lil' bandana? Eiden, I assume? 🤔)

9) Leave it to Dante & Co. to militarize cooking! 🤣🤣🤣

(ㆁ△ㆁ)

I mean, look at this shit! How are they so insanely coordinated?? Did they practice the choreography?????

10) (◔_◔)

Dante, babes, this situation isn't serious enough to justify one of your classic cheesy one-liners...

(Has anyone else ever commented on that? How Dante says a ton of cringey shit (affectionate) that sounds like it came straight out of an anime?)

--That won't distract me from his impressive skills, tho. I mean, I already knew he had some cooking knowledge from Frozen Echoes (in that side-stroy where he goes ice fishing and then cooks the fish with Karu, Blade, and Eiden).

But this isn't just the rudimentary "cook a thing over a fire until it's not raw anymore" sort of situation---this is an actual understanding of how to cook something and why you should use certain methods for the best results.

My mans is fun to tease, but honestly, he deserves more credit!

Go off, king! I'm proud of you!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

11) ---*snort*---

I'm sure this is still a compliment to Dante, but Eiden just can't resist goofing on him, huh? (≧∇≦)

🔥 End of report! 🔥

[theluckywizard]

Season's greasons to you! ✨

For the WIP name game, I'd love to hear more about Flightless!

Also asked by @midmorninggrey Thank you for asking 🥰

This is my exploration of what it would be like if the Inquisitor was romancing Hawke and had to leave him behind in the Fade, had to make that choice to close the rift. I have written this and scrapped and rewritten this a number of times over the last two years and it still makes me cry. Here's a bit of draft one.

The sun skips across the desert over a distant ridge. I shield my eyes against its insolence. The camp is vast and unfamiliar, an unchanging soup of white canvas and wood and sand. I don’t remember where command is— or the mess, or anyone else really. I’ve walked forty paces and brushed past a half dozen-salutes, unmoored, licking my dry lips with my dry tongue, blinking grit from my eyes. Whatever I’m meant to be doing feels like a dream just outside my grasp. But just yonder, at the fringe of camp are rows upon rows upon tidy rows covered in canvas before they’re carted to the pyres. The bodies ground me. Battered and burned. Stiff. Haunted by flies. Proof they’re gone. Garrett’s not here amongst them. Garrett's not gone. The notion spurs me into a flurry of prayer. I kneel at the head of each of them, peel back the cover and spit out a chewed up bit of the Chant while I run through plots to retrieve Garrett from where we left him. “Inquisitor—” “… sees light and goes toward flame, she should see fire and go towards Light. The Veil holds no uncertainty for her…” “Rose.” The voice is soft, running over me like ermine. I hurry the rest of the prayer up over this elven archer. Barely a woman from what I can see. He crouches beside me and joins in. “…And she will know no fear of death, for the Maker shall be her beacon and her shield, her foundation and her sword.” Beneath the bruised and scraped up skin of her face I can see traces of blue ink in her skin over her cheekbones. I stumble back, trembling suddenly. “Oh fuck,” I whisper. “She’s Dalish. I— fucked up. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have—” Cullen takes my hand and presses me with a firm gaze. “You didn’t. She believed in our cause. And you,” he says. “I don’t think she’d mind.” “I just— wanted to do the right thing. And she’s dead and her people aren’t here and—” “I need your help with something. Could you— " he swallows, his brow knit with outsized concern. "Could you help me?”

[lestappenforever]

I would loooove 12 or 40 with lestappen ✨

You shall have both, my lovely. ❤️

---

12. "Awfully convenient, you know. I have an empty hand... You have an empty hand..." and 40. "If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to leave." "That's the idea."

"Awfully convenient, you know. I have an empty hand... You have an empty hand..."

The words have Max turning his head to the right to look at Charles, who's sitting next to him on the lounger. The music is blasting out through the speakers, even as the end-of-the-season party on the ridiculously sized yacht is starting to die down.

Charles is clearly drunk. His eyes are slightly unfocused and his accent is even thicker than usual. How he manages to enunciate his words to the extent that he is, though, is beyond Max. He has long since lost count of how many drinks the Monégasque has had tonight.

In addition to clearly being drunk, Charles is also smiling at Max. Beaming at him, actually.

Max glances down at his hand, then at Charles', raising an eyebrow.

"And?" The Dutchman asks, heartbeat quickening slightly. He has a feeling he knows where Charles is going with this — hopes to God he's right — but he doesn't want to risk making a fool of himself by jumping to the wrong conclusion.

Charles wiggles his fingers.

"And I think that means we should hold hands. You know, for convenience."

And, well, who is Max to deny Charles anything?

"Right. For convenience," Max echoes, as he takes Charles' hand in his, interlocking their fingers.

Charles hums his approval and closes his eyes.

And that's where it all begins.

---

Six months and numerous nights spent tangled up in each other later, Max is getting dressed to go back to his room after what has become their nightly visit to each other's hotels and hotel rooms during race weekends.

Charles is lying on his stomach with his head at the wrong end of the bed. The duvet covering the lower half of his body, but Max can still see the expanse of his toned back. The Monégasque has propped himself up on his forearms, head tilted slightly to the side as he watches Max.

He's not saying a word, but his eyes are big and beautiful and sad, and it breaks Max's heart just a little as he watches him.

The Red Bull driver sighs once he's fully dressed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to leave," Max tells him.

He hates this part — has hated this part since the beginning. And Charles giving him that look sure as hell isn't making it any easier.

A small smile ghosts over Charles' lips at that, before he schools his expression back into that of a sad puppy who's just been abandoned by its family on the side of the road.

"That's the idea."

Max snorts and rolls his eyes at him.

"You're a menace," Max accuses, but his tone of voice is fond as he walks over to the bed. He crouches on the floor in front of Charles, their faces level. "You know I'd love to stay."

"So stay," Charles says immediately, as if it's that simple.

Max sighs again.

"Then I'll have to get up before six to make sure I make it back to my room unnoticed, and you'll get pissy because it'll wake you up," he reasons, lifting a hand to cup Charles' cheek.

Charles turns his head and presses a kiss to Max's palm.

"I don't know, Max, that kind of sounds like a tomorrow-problem," the Ferrari driver argues, eyes shining with mischief.

God.

"You'll be bitching about it all day," Max points out.

Charles nods. "I know."

"And you'll be insufferable to anyone who has to deal with you," Max continues, thumb brushing over Charles' cheekbone.

Charles smiles. "I know."

"And then Carlos is going to become insufferable, and you'll bitch about that too, later."

Another nod. "I know."

"And that'll make me insufferable," Max goes on, as he feels his self-restraint coming apart at the seams.

"I know, Max," Charles tells him with a dramatic sigh, as he leans forward to brush their lips together. "So you'll stay?"

Max sighs.

"Yeah. I'll stay."

Charles' smile is so bright that it makes the inevitable hell of the next day worth it.

Well, maybe not for Carlos, but that's hardly Max's problem. Charles can bitch about that, too.

[lady-bess]

Just A Date - Joel Miller (Post-Outbreak)

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Joel Miller x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 2.6k Notable Tags: Post-Outbreak Joel, Life in Jackson, First Dates, First Kiss, First Date Nerves, Joel being a bit of a wreck, Cinema Date, References to Death, References to Tess, References to Sarah, References to Ellie, Slight Age Gap (Joel late 50s, reader mid 40s), Fluff in the snow (you'll see what I mean).

I ran a poll on my Twitter (@/this15theway) to decide which version of Joel I should write for, and post-outbreak Joel won! It was very close to being a 50/50 split though, so perhaps that tells me y’all also wouldn’t mind more pre-outbreak Joel. Watch this space…

Next up, Joel! Now, like Jack, I feel we need a bit of clarification here. Joel goes through some shit in his life, which undoubtably would change how he’d view valentine’s day. The man who lived before the outbreak is a far cry from who we see in the events of TLOU, twenty years after the world ended. As such, any traditions he used to have before the outbreak would likely be vastly different to life after.

So, how does Valentine's day look like for Mr. Miller in Jackson? Let's see, shall we?

Joel had never imagined he’d celebrate another valentines again. When the world ended, and Sarah died with it, for so long there wasn’t a single bright day in his life. The first five years of the outbreak went by in a bit of a blur, the rage and anger towards the world taking over and clouding his vision.

When the smoke eventually started to clear, dating was still not something Joel had thought about. He’d had the occasional hook-up here and there within the QZ, but nothing substantial. Not until Tess, anyway.

But with Tess dead, left behind as a sacrifice to get Joel on the road with Ellie, that loneliness had seeped back in. Travelling cross-country with a girl you consider your own kin, fighting off raiders and infected, hardly gave him much time to dwell on this state of being, though. It wasn’t until the two of them found safety in Jackson that Joel relaxed enough to think about it.

A year after settling into town, he met you. Jackson grew with each passing month, and slowly but surely the town was becoming the size of a small city. The commune still worked well though, but the expanse did make it so that it was no longer a small community where everyone knew everybody.

You’d arrived with a small group a couple of months ago, and had quickly settled in across town from Joel. Maria and Tommy had put you in charge of working in the stables, your experience with animals coming in handy in an area that relied so heavily on going out hunting on horseback and handling livestock. It was one afternoon where Joel was to accompany Tommy on patrol outside the gate, and in need of a horse, that he met you.

He’d been enamoured with you immediately, and almost to the point where it surprised him just how quickly you had seeped into his mind. The way you smiled, your laugh, and how gentle your demeanour was. Joel had plenty of experience with horses by now, having used one to travel most the way to Jackson from Boston, so he knew the kind of approach one had to have with animals. The fact it came naturally to you set off butterflies in his stomach for the first time in years.

Tommy had, of course, teased his older brother about this crush relentlessly. But deep down, he was happy to see Joel starting to open up. His brother had never been one to be overly emotional, but since the two of them reunited last year, he could tell there had been a huge shift in Joel. No longer did he show much emotion, preferring to just remain a hard outer shell that nobody seemed to be able to penetrate. Nobody except you, that was.

“Why not ask them out?” Tommy asked, “They’re single!”.

“Oh, and do what? It’s the end of the world, Tommy. People don’t…date. Do they?” he’d asked, drawing laughter from his younger brother.

“Joel, how the hell do you think Maria and I got it on?” he said, laughing to himself as the two brothers rode around the perimeter of Jackson. “You gotta drop this whole ‘end of the world’ narrative, Joel. Sure, life ain’t what it was, but you’ve been here a year now. Surely you can see that there can be some kind of normality?”.

He had a point. Jackson had established schools, libraries, shops, and salons, as well as the more “practical” industries like farming and rearing livestock. The town had set itself apart from most post-outbreak settlements in that it did actually function like a proper city. Communism or not, it certainly worked well.

“Alright, you might have a point,” Joel admitted.

“I know I do, brother. Come on, just ask them! I’m fairly sure they’re as smitten with you as you are with them,” Tommy teased, and Joel’s face lit up.

“Really?” he asked, and Tommy nodded.

“So the word on the street says. ‘The word’ being that of Maria, so I’d say that’s pretty trustworthy,” he chuckled. “Promise you’ll ask them when we get back?”.

Joel sighed, but the more he thought about it the giddier he got. It was a feeling he was most unfamiliar with, but the fact he did feel it again was surely something he could take as being a promising sign. He always looked forward to your conversations, and each time he went he yearned for a reason to make them last longer.

“Alright, I promise,” he said. “But you gotta help me out. I haven’t dated in…fuck,” he laughed, “Twenty-five years!”.

The two brothers laughed with one another as they completed the last of their patrol, still chuckling as the gates opened for them both on their return.

“Brother, I think you need all the help you can get then! I tell you what, suggest this. The 14th is in two days – there were plans to show a film in the town hall that evening. Nothing too out there, and keeping it family friendly, but it would be a good ice breaker date?” he suggested.

Joel nodded as the two men headed towards the stables, trying his best to ignore the thudding feeling in his chest where his heart was almost trying to escape from nervousness. Any kind of date felt like a terrifying concept at the moment, but Tommy was right. It would be perfect.

“Alright, you got a deal,” he’d said, and the two of them dismounted the horses as they headed to the stables. Sucking in some air, Joel had prepared exactly what to say to you. Now he just had to do it…

Much to his surprise (and delight), you’d agreed to the date. But really, how could you have said no? You’d been carrying round your crush on the older of the Miller brother’s for a few weeks, but never had the chance to actually speak with him enough to broach the idea of a date. The day Tommy brought him over to the stable felt like all your Christmas’ came at once, and Joel was everything you hoped he would be. Quiet, and definitely reserved; but it was clear that under the hardened shell he built around himself was a kind, sweet man. You just hoped you’d see more of him.

Saying yes to this date was the easiest decision in the world. Now, on the night in question, you’d patiently waited outside the town hall for Joel to arrive. He’d been a little late, but with only so many films to continually have on show here in Jackson, it’s not like you were missing much.

You smiled wide as Joel headed over towards you, a slight skip in his step. He was bundled up in his signature thick brown jacket, the fastenings pulled across his broad chest to fight off the cold snap that had descended around Jackson lately. Snow lay on the ground, littering the streets and coating the tops of houses, and if you had to guess by the appearance of the clouds above there would surely be another downpour of it tonight.

“Hey,” Joel said, greeting you with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye that mirrored your own. It warmed you deep inside to see a man usually so stoic and closed off actually appear happy – and it was made even more sweet by the fact that it was because of you he felt such a way.

“Hi,” you said, “You made it!”.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about bein’ a little late. Ellie needed my help with something before I headed out, and, well- I just can’t say no to that kid,” Joel said.

You chuckled, instinctively moving a little closer to Joel to link your arm around his. You’d seen how he was with Ellie, and had heard the stories of Joel with Sarah before the outbreak. Even though you never knew Sarah, and only really observed him acting parental towards Ellie from afar, it made you happy to see Joel settle into that role of being a parent again. The end of the world had taken so much from so many people – you found you didn’t have to know people intimately to still find comfort in others having some sense of normalcy back. You wished everyone had that chance.

“It’s alright, the film has only just started. Shall we?” you said, and Joel nodded. He reached over and covered your hand that sat on his arm with his, his woollen glove warming your bare fingers. Smiling back, you turned towards the door to the town hall and wandered inside.

The film was only about ten minutes in by the time you entered and sat down. The hall had filled up nicely for the evening, as it usually did on film nights. All the children who lived in Jackson sat up front, intently glued to the screen, and you chuckled to yourself as you remember being exactly the same way back when as a kid. Your parents always fussed about you getting ‘square eyes’ on account of sitting too close to the VCR TV in the lounge, which was always a strange concept to explain to the kids of Jackson. You often wondered what your parents would be most worried about in this modern world now. Often you were glad they didn’t live long enough to even experience the outbreak.

You and Joel snuck in towards the back where there were a few free seats. It was still a little chilly in the hall, in spite of how many people were present, so you opted to keep your coats on for the time being. You’d released your hold on Joel’s arm once you sat down, but the two of you kept your distance close to one another. The little taps of his knee against yours sent little butterflies through you and suddenly you felt like a teenager all over again, sneaking out at night to go watch a film with a guy your mother definitely didn’t approve of.

Throughout the whole time the two of you sat with one another you couldn’t fight the giddiness that surged through you – for so long you’d been alone, just as Joel had. Sure, you’d been surrounded by folk for years; there was always safety in numbers. But having someone to call your own, your partner, your lover…that was still an alien concept. Even if tonight came to nothing, it was nice that you’d taken a step towards living again.

About half an hour through, Joel began to get restless. He was enjoying himself, yes, but he had a newfound urge to sit and get to know you. Not something which could be so easily done during a film, where silence was required. It was a desire he hadn’t had with anyone for so long that he didn’t want to risk chickening out of this, so he opted to take advantage of this.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” he asked lowly, whispering into your ear. You smiled up at him, nodding. You felt a warmth in the palm of your hand as Joel’s fingers softly interlocked with yours, tightening their grip slightly, and then leading you out the door of the hall.

Once outside, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. As much as you loved the film nights put on in the hall, a huge part of you wanted nothing more than to spend time with just Joel, and to get to know him. As you walked away from the hall, and the first few flakes of snow began to fall across the town, the two of you did just that.

He didn’t think he’d ever asked, or been asked, so many questions in his entire life. But he wasn’t complaining for a second – he hung on every word you said, learning everything there was to about you and your life; where you were born, what you did before the outbreak, and how you came to be here. He found he was also just as receptive to telling you anything you wanted to know, and was spilling his guts about everything as the two of you walked round the town, still hand in hand.

“I was really nervous about asking you out, you know,” Joel eventually admitted. “But you’ve been an absolute treat tonight, darlin’.”

“Nervous? How come?” you asked.

“Well, truth be told, my last proper date was several years before the outbreak began,” he chuckled, “So I’m a bit rusty now, more than two decades later,” he said. You shrugged.

“You don’t seem it, if that’s any consolation. Must just ooze charm naturally,” you teased, squeezing his hand softly. Joel chuckled at your joke, smiling wide.

“Yeah, I ain’t sure about that at all,” he said.

“Well, how about we test it?” you asked, boldly.

“Test it? How?” he said, his brow furrowed.

“Kiss me, Joel,” you said, stopping in your tracks. Joel’s eyes widened, but quickly he softened his expression and smiled at you. Turning to face you, he slipped his other hand to settle on your waist, and kept you close to him.

“Sure?” he asked. You nodded in response, wetting your lips slightly with your tongue as you waited for him to make a move. “Alright,” he drawled, chuckling under his breath, as he leant down.

His lips caught yours and he planted the softest kiss on them you’d ever experienced – not in a way that you didn’t know it was even happening, but rather it was so tender that you could be mistaken for thinking the two of you had already been lovers in a past life. It was like he already knew exactly how to kiss you, his lip gently sucking yours just before he parted from you, your heads still resting together.

“See? Not rusty at all,” you chuckled, a blush spread out on your cheeks, a warmth rushing through you.

“Hey, I never said my kissing was rusty, just my ability to go on a proper date with someone I like,” he said, blushing slightly with you, brushing his nose against yours.

“So you like me then?” you teased.

“Yeah, I do. And I know I ain’t all that much, darlin’. This evening hasn’t been much and, Hell, I’m nearing sixty,” he laughed, “But I really do like you. Been a long time since I felt this way about anyone, too. I’m really hoping we could…we could date,” he said. You nodded, smiling wide up at him.

“I’d like that, Joel. And your age doesn’t bother me, by the way. I’m hardly a spring chicken either,” you chuckled. “My spine enjoys reminding me that I’m in my mid-forties!”.

“Let’s fall apart together, then, at the end of the world,” Joel joked, smiling so wide his eyes creased when he laughed. You smiled at him, joining in with a giggle.

“That sounds like a plan to me”.

For more from this series, check out the Just A Date Masterlist! For more works from me, here's my main Masterlist! ❤

LadyBess xox

[spiritshaydra]

Aw hell yeah it’s Spit’s Soundwave Headcanons time, NOW ITS TIME TO GET FUNKY

Currently suffering a very annoying cold on the one week of my college semester where I’m actually off, so I guess it’s time to unleash my Very Bad Goofy Aah And Kinda Angsty Headcanons For The Sweeb; because not only am I physically ill I’m also very ✨mentally ill✨🥰 a double whammy if you will. (Meant to post it earlier so I no longer have a nasty cold nor am I on break still. 😔)

Heres some of my other shitty headcanon posts! Here and here

LETS BEGIN SHALL WE?

Soundwave is the Nemesis’s resident shitty cryptid. He’s like having a black cat live in your house that’s also twenty three feet tall and made of metal. He has the whole shebang down to an art: he will stare at you judgmentally from across the room, has the horrible ability to practically materialize out of the shadows without warning despite being a giant space robot, is completely silent but is fully capable of making the Worst Noises Known To Man if he so desired, will be found where you least expect it, and he may or may not be the type to do a horrible skitter in the unholy hours of the night.

There’s also cases of him being petty in a sort of “nobody would ever believe you” sort of way, such as knocking things off of someone’s (Starscream’s) desk.

Belling him like a cat might solve the whole “sneaking up out of nowhere” problem, however good luck on actually SUCCEEDING in that. Plus, it would get in the way of him being y’know, a spymaster.

Dude likes stray cats. <3

Gonna also say that he’s a fan of Hatsune Miku because ???? Yes

He doesn’t like direct prolonged eye contact and will take it as a threat or challenge. This is even more evident in the extremely rare instances where he’s unmasked, as he will never look someone in the eyes in that circumstance. One thing he does do when unmasked is that he’ll tilt his head to his blindside to be able to see with his functional optic better. (He’s fully blind on the damaged side of his face.)

He never sits normally and will instead crouch or perch on things as a substitute. There’s no logic to it other than it’s what he finds comfortable apparently.

He is a massive shitlord. And a pretty passive aggressive one at that. He may be quiet and not the most social, but he is absolutely not a submissive or shy individual.

I bestow (one of) the highest honor I can give upon him: ✨aro/ace spectrum✨ or bust baby!!1!1! Or at least ace. This dude wouldn’t be able to tell if someone tried romancing HIM specifically unless they straight up said so. He also just,, doesn’t really think about those sorts of things either and has no interest whatsoever. If hit on, he’s just going to squint at the offender in question before going back to work (in most circumstances at least)

✨robot autism✨ (the other highest honor I can give)

Wavewave hostility. Yeeeeaaaah he’s indifferent towards Shockwave at the BEST. It’s Wave on Wave violence at worst. (TO BE FAIR, the scientist doesn’t give him much thought in return) He’s not going to be charitable towards the mech who experimented on his cassettes (when they were alive-) behind his back. Sooo,,, they are very much not “friends”. To say that he wasn’t ecstatic that Shart had survived the Spacebridge explosion would be one way to put it.

Besides really simple repairs and other quick fixes, he absolutely hates being in the medbay; to the point where out of any of the members of the Nemesis crew, he’s the one wearing the badge of “#1 worst patient ever “ (with what could be described as pride.) Anything involving removing the visor for repairs is like pulling teeth, and any major damage repairs goes straight to hell to the point where he’s actually had to be subdued at least once or twice. Usually it’s also a two person team sort of ordeal with Knockout doing the complicated medical procedures while Breakdown’s providing backup. Nobody involved enjoys it in the slightest. Hence the worst patient ever award.

He has the tendency to hide in hard to reach places like up in the rafters. Never to get out of doing his work, as he’s a workaholic, but more so to avoid meetings with those he despises, some medical things, and sometimes just to decompress. Normally this could just be attributed to some of his weird quirks, and it’s completely harmless, until it isn’t. The bad thing about this, is that he will try to hide when gravely injured instead of going to the medbay. Generally you could find him by following the energon splatters and looking for the dim purple glow among the shadows close to the ceiling of a storage room. Sometimes there’s energon dripping from the rafters. Usually if he does get badly hurt while on the field, he is to be escorted directly to the medbay so this doesn’t happen.

He had to be almost completely rebuilt some time during the war on Cybertron. We’re talking the almost complete destruction of his frame. There’s a reason why he doesn’t have the bulky heavier armored frame of his gladiator days, despite it likely being more useful in combat. I mean, who would willingly choose to get rid of their functional wrists? The ability to pronate one’s wrist is pretty useful I’d assume. (Look at his design in the show, the dude doesn’t have wrists :,D just really REALLY long forearms. He’s basically doing a more extreme case of raptor hands.) He was rebuilt with what supplies were on hand at the time, with modifications and adjustments being made until we get to what we see now. (Many modifications were made to up his fear factor, to unease targets in combat)

Before his face was destroyed in the Pits as a gladiator, he actually wore a half visor over his optics. Not out of necessity, but for the intimidation/fear factor it added to his gladiatorial matches. Oh the irony. In present day, it’s entirely out of necessity and out of security as well.

I see him as a stray cat sort of guy. I dunno, characters caring for stray cats in an alleyway gotta be one of my favorite genres.

Definitely would’ve been the kid that hisses at people in the hallway in high school. Definitely got the vibe imo

[thecommonerwriter]

Hello hello! I am back so on to the request: I was wondering if you could write headcanons on studying with the ohshc members ( or just like their study habits) ?? Like separately and maybe all together as one group? Like I can totally see honey senpai being the one who stays up studying for finals and he's just surrounded empty cake plates and kyoya only tutoring you if you give him bribes lol. Anyways this request is literally all over the place so whatever really comes to your mind regarding any of this is fine!!

p.s. ohshc is literally my comfort anime of all time ✌️

yesss anon. your brain is gold. i shall do my best.

and ohshc is also my comfort anime. i watch it late at night under a fuzzy blanket with hot cocoa and it’s just the best feeling in the world ✨

this is my first time writing for ohshc so i hope it goes well ;-; enjoy!

warnings: swearing

studying with the host club

group studying

>> i need you to understand that this will be chaos

>> honey-senpai will be whining because he ran out of cake

>> mori’s playing bad cop and won’t give honey any more cake unless he does his work

>> the twins will slowly be taking everyone’s stationary one pencil at a time

>> kyoya will be mildly infuriated because he’s trying to help you but you can’t focus

>> tamaki will be hanging over haruhi’s shoulders, wailing about how she doesn’t need an education if she just ran away with him(he actually got a math problem wrong and the twins teased him because it was “an easy problem”- it wasn’t)

>> haruhi is trying to pull tamaki off of her and proceeds to throw a text book at him

>> she misses and dents the wall

>> kyoya quietly adds that to haruhi’s debt

>> honey-senpai has now brought out the puppy dog eyes

>> you’re about a millisecond away from grabbing honey his cake

>> mori-senpai gives you the death glare so you sit back down

>> it’s just an all around zoo at this point

>> but in their own?? a whole different story not the twins

tamaki

>> actually really good at teaching you

>> seriously, remember when he tried to teach that little kid how to play the piano???

>> tamaki would be the one to use that technique of remembering things by tying them to other things idk if i’m explaining that right

>> would shower you in praise when you get something correct

>> you know those moments where you actually get the ‘mature’ tamaki? where he’s all calm and his voice isn’t whiny?? that’s the tamaki you get when he’s teaching you :)

honey-senpai & mori-senpai

>> honey-senpai and mori would be on a group facetime call with you

>> you’re all cramming the night before

>> honey-senpai is also cramming his face with sweets while mori helps him with flash cards, listing words and honey giving him definitions through bites of cake

>> mori will give honey-senpai breaks and during them he helps you if you need it

>> you can all study just fine on your own(not honey) but there’s comfort in knowing you’re not the only one pulling an all-nighter

the twins

>> the twins would study, maybe, okay not really

>> they’re complete smart asses whenever you ask them a question because they somehow “know the material already”

>> they’ll prevent you from studying, though

>> taking your things, asking you an unnecessary amount of questions every two seconds

>> you end up throwing a finely sharpened pencil at them and they get the hint

>> during the test they use “twin telepathy” to answer the questions they don’t know

>> somehow it works

haruhi

>> haruhi is the BEST person to study with besides kyoya

>> she’d invite you over to her house or you two go to a library, somewhere where you can actually focus

>> she uses flash cards. i will not waver on this.

>> i’d say you two are more of the independent studiers, only talking to each other during breaks or if one of you needs help

>> you two would actually get stuff done but only after fighting off the host club to leave you two alone(bc we all know tamaki has chronic separation anxiety from haruhi)

kyoya

>> kyoya would totally need to be bribed if you want his help

>> the problem is, there’s nothing to bribe him with

>> except, maybe, your family secret recipe that he loves but won’t admit to?? 😏

>> it’ll take you FOREVER to try and figure out what he wants, but as soon as you pull out that mouthwatering dish for your lunch and you see kyoya eyeing it up from across the room, you know you’ve struck gold

>> you use this information against him later on, and he’s mad because you’ve found his weakness

>> actually studying with kyoya is a lot less intense you’d thought it was going to be

>> he’d walk you through the problem, give you hints and ask questions to get you to figure out what you’re supposed to be doing

>> he never gives out the answer and he won’t waver so don’t even try to think otherwise

>> he’s pretty patient with you, tbh

>> he keeps to a strict schedule, though, so you’ll end up studying for a test a month down the line that you’re not even sure you have

>> no one breaks kyoya study schedule. no one.