#you know that one image of the girl doing her gf’s makeup on top of her.

[toytle]

i painted over some lipstick for the fun of it + spectre vibe and. good lord i need her

[romantically-yours]

I desire romantically doing makeup with somebody

[rosewaterandivy]

Can I request a Steve and rockstar reader where they go to the grammys and she’s there when she wins her first Grammy for like new artist or something

Ooh, you're good. I had one of these planned in the OG series, but... it would fuck with the timeline too much to include it here. 👀 SO! Enjoy actor!steve's first trip to the Grammy's & rockstar!gf's second. W.C.: 3.3K Warnings! My blog is 18+, MDNI. Prosaic devotion, probably. General lack of knowledge of behind-the-scenes/Hollywood et al.

carving through the dark

🎶 Darling, we sacrificed we gave our time to something undefined / This phantom life sharpens like an image but it sharpens like a knife 🎶

Awards shows always felt awkward. Fancy gowns, famous faces, free alcohol, press line, and professional competition. Sure, it was nice to be recognized by your peers or the committee or whatever, but that didn’t mean the entire thing ceased to radiate mean girl energy.

At least it was the Grammy’s, something firmly in your wheelhouse where you wouldn’t be expected to make small-talk with a cinematographer and pretend like you actually knew what that entailed. That being said, there was the added pressure of performing and being nominated for a few awards that evening.

No biggie.

The last few shows had been a breeze, all you had to do was show up and look good: the film festival circuit beginning with Venice, the Emmys, the Kennedy Center Honors, the Golden Globes, etc. None of that had anything to do with you— it was all Steve Harrington.

So when your alarm rang on Saturday morning, you screwed your eyes shut and retreated beneath the covers. Despite knowing that Vickie was already awake and would be gently rapping at the bedroom door soon enough.

You heard Steve clear his throat, shifting the sheets as he turned to face you— all stupidly gorgeous bedhead and eyes squinting in the bright morning sun. His right hand flopped over and landed on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Good morning,” Vickie coos, once you’ve managed to swipe your phone off the night stand and onto the floor. She picked it up quietly, pausing the blaring alarm and set it back on the table.

Reluctantly, you sit up as the covers are peeled away from you, open your eyes and blink slowly. Game day.

Steve had long accepted now that Vickie would show up at the ass crack of dawn on days like these, coffee and breakfast in hand, before you were relegated to the makeup chair where you’d spend hours being poked and prodded to near perfection.

He had plenty to do today as well and Robin was expected shortly. You wouldn’t be surprised to find her puttering around downstairs finalizing his schedule.

Speaking of which—

“Want me to run through the day?”

You nod and reach for your matcha latte, taking a sip while Steve wraps an arm around to pull you back down to the pillows with him. He’s managed to find his glasses and get them on, so at least there’s some progress in the Harrington camp. There was a noise from the hallway, the bedroom door opened and Robin appeared.

“‘Sup nerds?” She greeted and deposited Steve’s protein shake on his nightstand. 

“Ugh, still?” He grimaced, eyeing the green concoction warily.

“Yes, dingus, still.” Robin falls into a club chair by the windows and sips loudly from her frappucino. “Now, drink up, buttercup. Nolan wants you in tip-top shape.”

Steve rolls his eyes and begrudgingly takes a sip of the drink. Robin smiles, delighted, before turning back to Vickie with a wink.

“Right, as I was about to say,” she begins, a blush steadily creeping up her cheeks under Robin’s gaze. “Carpet starts at 3pm— you’re expected right at the end.”

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes. Your helpful suggestion of skipping the press line and carpet was quickly vetoed by pretty much everyone on the team due to the fact that you were a nominee.

“Your hair is 10am, make up at noon when you finish lunch. Drinks and everything in Bar Marmont with management and crew at 2pm–everyone has different departure times so time on the carpet is staggered. You and Steve are last.”

You nodded. It had been a stressful few weeks— Steve filming on location and you in rehearsals for tour. Not to mention the tabloids and rumor mill running rampant with ‘America’s Sweethearts on the Rocks?’ and ‘Cherry Spotted Solo - Is This the End for the Hollywood Power Couple?’

Steve would walk after the last call, a warning voice would come through speakers and that’s when he’d take his seat. Better to skip the carpet than get drug into the spotlight and inadvertently fuel a fire that neither of you started.

Robin sipped from her own coffee, sensing the hestiancy that hung in the room like the smog around LA. “It’ll be fine guys, piece of cake,” she tried to reassure. “Just focus on celebrating the banger of an album you’ve made!”

You nodded as Steve threw off the sheets to take a shower. He drops a kiss to your forehead and says, “Yeah, honey, the rest is just confetti,” before disappearing into the ensuite. 

Knowing that no matter what happened or what the interviewers threw your way, you’d make it out alive and wake up to the same sky and the same guy beside you was a good reminder. 

Which was what you repeated in your head when you followed behind him after your last interview, a security detail by your side, all the way by the lingering reporters, inside, past the bars, into the arena, and to the table.

The opening sequence was smooth and energizing, someone delivered drinks and you clinked your glass against his, a quick wink at you in the dark before he leaned and cracked a joke to Eddie at the table nearby.

The night unfolded like that, relatively peaceful and uneventful. That was until one of your categories was called. Steve’s hand gripped yours when your name echoed in the arena with the other nominees. Your eyes went a little wide when he stole a glance at you, the whole table laughed in an effort to ease the tension.

“And the Grammy goes to…” Jennifer Lopez deftly opens the red sealed envelope before glancing back up to the cameras with a smile. “Being Unknown, Cherry McGowan!”

Your head falls into your hands at the shock of it all, the entire table erupted in a cheer and toppling over chairs in their haste. Steve’s arm wraps around you, head tucked close to yours, lips grazing the crown of your head.

“You did it, baby!”

You nod, hands still covering your face so he has to pry them from you and dry your tears. Steve pulls you up, his smile beatific and eyes misty. Fisting your the full of your skirt, you nod to Hop and make your way up to the stage. 

But not before a clumsy kiss that has Steve pulling you back for more. You hide your face in his shirt, laughing before you yank him back down, smothering his growing excitement with something better—enough to make him and you forget that everyone is watching.

“Later, hot stuff,” you promise with a wink and follow your producers and collaborators to the podium.

The rest of the night went by in a blur, including your performance of “Who We Are.” Despite Steve’s needling and unique methods of persuasion, you’d managed to remain tight-lipped about the song in question, knowing it was his favorite and with good reason.

You’d written it for him, after all.

Slipping backstage to change into your performance gear, getting micced up and fitted with your in-ears, you allowed yourself a moment to exhale. You weren’t expecting to win, too much of a fan of the other artists and albums to think you’d beat them out.

But here you were, two Grammy’s under your belt and being ushered on-stage to perform. A tech hands you the cherry-red Stratocaster Steve had gotten for your birthday last year, the same one you’d recorded the song with. The stage manager counts you down and cues your entrance. 

The crowd cheers as the lights go up, drowning out the announcer echoing through the arena, and the opening piano chords earn a dull roar in anticipation as you approach the mic. You find Steve in the crowd easily, Eddie at his side— both proud and nursing celebratory bourbons. 

And it’s the easiest thing in the world for your hands to cradle the mic and sing the first verse, directly to the man who’d inspired it and had been by your side through it all.

“What I had left here I just held it tight / So someone with your eyes might come in time / To hold me like water / Or Christ, hold me like a knife.”

To say he’s shocked is an understatement. Steve all but drops his drink when he realizes the significance of the song you’d selected to sing. When the drums and bass kick in, you maintain eye contact with him, throwing in a knowing smile.

The final single from your now Grammy award-winning album premiering on the biggest night in the music industry, not too shabby. Catching sight of Steve trying not to shed a tear was just a bonus, really.

Back at the table, comfortably buzzed after your performance, the night was coming to a close. Steve had somehow wrangled your legs into his lap under the table and was working on the sore muscles of your calves. Eddie had pulled up a chair on the opposite side, under the pretense of “toasting the belle of the ball.”

Trevor Noah appeared on-stage to present the final award of the evening. The announcer listed the nominees, cameras veering toward tables for the live broadcast. You subtly extricated yourself from Steve’s grasp, lamenting the loss of his warmth and touch. He slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied, nerves fluttering in your stomach. The cameraman swung by for a close-up as your name was announced, you smiled politely before turning your attention back to the stage. A number of people had gathered behind Trevor on-stage, and you spotted a familiar face immediately. 

“And the Grammy goes to,” Trevor intoned, pausing to open the envelope and glance behind him. He beelines for the older woman immediately, the realization crashing on you like a lightning bolt. “You can read it,” he says to your mother, her eyes scanning the envelope before her.

“C-Cherry McGowan,” she breathes out, followed by a roar from the audience. 

The entire table is up on their feet, fists pumping, jumping for joy, high-fives all around. You’re barely able to process it all when Steve lifts you into his arms, coaxing your legs to settle around his hips and kisses you stupid. 

Eddie’s wolf-whistle pierces through the spit slick haze you’ve found yourself in. Steve’s hand cradling the full of your thigh as he reluctantly sets you back to rights. He’s got lipstick smeared on his mouth, just like the Emmy’s, but won’t let you wipe it off. 

“Don’t keep ‘em waiting,” he says, hustling you off to the stage. Your co-writers and Hopper meet you there, all wide smiles and murmured congratulations. Your mother is bouncing on the balls of her feet holding the Grammy, like she can’t believe it’s real. She tugs you close in a warm embrace as you kiss her cheek. Wiping at the corner of your mouth her thumb comes away tinged pink with lipstick. She murmurs her praises and hands you the award, shooing you to the mic at the center of the stage. 

Walked up with no plan, head empty, so all you can say is, “Shit. Well, shit.” Your eyes flit to Steve batting Eddie away while the frontman of Corroded Coffin attempts to get the remnants of lipstick off your boyfriend’s face, with little to no success. You sigh, “I wouldn’t be here without my wonderful collaborators and team,” you say and rattle off their names. “I’ve been so inspired by the artists here this evening and I’m grateful for their friendship. And I think it’s important to remember, especially on nights like tonight, that there is no such thing as ‘best.’” 

Eddie whoops and toasts you with a glass from the table. Steve is all smiles and eyes on you— you try not to lose it seeing him mouth ‘I love you.’

“I’d also like to thank my family and the fans for supporting me and loving me unconditionally as an artist and human being. I wouldn’t be here without you, and I love you very much.” You pause to clear your throat, coming to the end of your speech. “I’m so incredibly thankful and will share this award with the inspiration for this album,” you say, a little breathless when your eyes fall on him.

And Steve is shaking his head while Eddie claps him on the shoulder, his hands coming up to hide his face as a cameraman makes his way to the table. 

“The entire experience of doing this with you has completely pierced my heart and pried me open.” The room falls to a hush around you, and it’s as if there’s no one there— just you and Steve. “Y’know, sometimes I look at you and can’t believe my luck; that you’re actually real and I get to call you mine,” you laugh, a choked wet thing and will yourself not to fall apart. “You are a stunning, gracious person, and all the rest is just confetti.”

The music swelled and you were ushered off-stage into the press room backstage, along with Hopper and your collaborators. A tech shoves a mic into your hand and kicks it off.

“First question we have is from the Associated Press, take it away.”

“Hi Cherry, and first of all congratulations. How’re you feeling?”

You squint against the bright lights, “Sorry, where are you?”

“To your right.”

You spy a slight woman standing in the press pool. “Gotcha, thanks. I’m, uh, a little overwhelmed to be honest.”

“Understandable, this is the cherry on top of a really successful year for you— a world tour, headlining Coachella, residencies in LA and New York. So, what’s next?”

You sputter a laugh, “That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?” Hop scoffs behind you. “I think the real win for something like this,” you shake the heavy award in your hand, “Is being acknowledged and nominated amongst your peers.”

“Okay, our next question is from The Rolling Stone.”

A man takes the mic and stands somewhere in the center of the crowd. “Let me begin by saying, from all of us at Rolling Stone, a massive congratulations to you Cherry - what an accomplishment!”

Hop claps you on the back with a nod to the reporter, Rob Sheffield. 

“Thanks Rob,” you say, ducking at the praise. “Always a pleasure to see you.”

He laughs, “Same to you.” A brief glance down to his notes before he begins, “So much of your music and process ends up pushing other artists and your audience into new places or things they may not have otherwise sought out on their own— Dante’s Inferno, for example, or the use of Irish, Gaeilge, in the lyrics for this album. How do you get to a place like that?”

You let out a low whistle, “Never one to pull punches, are you Rob?” The man in question simply shrugs and winks. “Right. Okay.” You take a deep breath and attempt to gather your thoughts. “I was fortunate to come of age when artists were consistently pushing the envelope— people like Sinead O’Connor, Bowie, Prince— they were the blueprint.” You foist the Grammy off to Hop, the weight of it finally getting to you. “And as far as incorporating a medieval poem and various piece of literature for this album, what can I say? It’s not reinventing the wheel to call upon some of the greatest storytelling in world— Dante literally shaped the modern perception of Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven. He shifted from writing horny love poetry about a woman he’d seen only twice, to creating a whole new type of poetic verse, celestial love, and elevating her to an impossible echelon. If that’s not devotion, I don’t know what is.”

The mic is passed around the room, a few questions dodged for the sake of privacy— can’t confirm what you don’t acknowledge, as your publicist always says. Steve and Eddie sneak their way in eventually, side-stage and a little more than sloshed, Steve’s tie is askew and Eddie’s blazer is nowhere to be found.

“Our final question comes from The New York Times.”

“Hey Cherry, congratulations my friend, truly well-deserved.” 

The voice is familiar, feminine and matter of fact.

“Thanks Nance, you’re too kind.”

“Not at all.” She smiles from her spot in the crowd. “In your acceptance speech, you mentioned the inspiration for the album, and I don’t mean to pry, but you’re a notoriously private person. Why did you feel the need to address that?”

Not a softball question, but definitely something you could handle. Bless Nancy and her carefully strung together words.

“I, uh,” you clear your throat, suddenly nervous. “While I am a private person, which I think is an important facet of interpersonal relationships, regardless of status, I think it’s also crucial to acknowledge that something like this—” you gesture vaguely to your team and those around you, “Can’t be done alone. This is the first album I’ve had cowriters on, that I’ve had other people helping to compose and create the sound. I was an island for so long that I was blind to the fact that I was drowning.”

You hear a faint gasp from somewhere behind you.

“Look, the pandemic took so much from all of us, as a collective, and I wrote most of the songs during that time of isolation and loneliness. But there are songs that speak to the beauty of life and love, even if it ends up not working out in the end. There’s a sadness and a serenity in that.”

Nancy nods for you to continue, pen scribbling furiously.

“So my decision to acknowledge the community of artists and musicians who helped me along the way, as well as the inspiration for this album was my half-assed attempt as a love letter. Love,” you conclude, “Is the only thing that can make life not just bearable, but beautiful.” You take a breath, coming back to yourself, “I think that was an answer to your question? It was words,” you laugh, “A lot of words.”

“Wonderfully said,” Nancy says with a smile on her face. “Thanks for allowing us a peek of that journey.”

You smile and shoot her a wink, exiting stage left where Steve greets you away from the prying eyes of reporters and telephoto lenses. He pulls you close, hands anchoring at your hips, fingers scrambling for a slice of skin.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes, “Who do you think you are, wearing something like this?” He fists the full of the silk skirt, just where it hangs above your crystal-encrusted knees. The Paolo Sebastian team has been more than generous in dressing you for the evening. Black mesh dotted with crystals against your skin, a luscious black silk gown with a high-low bubble hem and tights to match.

Steve was kind of easy like that; the illusion of barely there fabrics, a flash of skin where it mattered most. His hand snakes its way to dig into the plush of your thighs, tender with the promise of something more. 

“Oh, this old thing?” You drawl, “If you like this, just wait until you see what I’m wearing for the after-party.”

Eddie scoffs, “Please spare me,” he says, “Well, me and the rest of the press corps who can definitely see you if they lean a little to the left.”

Steve’s hand falls from your leg as he pulls you further down the corridor. “Car is outside, think you can do a quick change en route?” He pushes open one of the stage doors with his free hand, the other firmly grasped in yours.

You arch forward again, the cool night air a relief for your fevered skin, strain yourself to kiss his chin, grazing his throat on the way back down, needing him more urgently each passing minute. “I think I can manage,” you rasp, as the car comes into view, “But the question is, can you?”

[practicalmagicintuitions]

Hi. Just done reading, the reading of HC & NV.

Firstly - Wow. Secondly - the pregnancy part. I think regarding that why it will be unexpected, because she wants a career be a top HW producers. HC was her ticket getting there and pregnancy can hinder that goal. Honestly is their choice if they want it or not. I don't see NV recently being a stepford wife. I see her only follow her career.

HC is the same I don't see him being a husband. or having kids. His way to comfortably being single or just having a gf. Is true what you said he feeling the pressure to have a wife, because his siblings is married and has kids.

I believe there will be a engagement, but taking that step to be married. I don't think it will happen, marriage is a big step are their willing to lose that independence. Hopefully we will be prove wrong. I still don't believe this is a love match.

Thank you for the reading.

Your welcome. :)

I understand why people think she wants to be a Hollywood power player because her whole introduction was so incredibly messed up. But if we believe HC "was her ticket" we also have to consider that she was his ticket to an image he needed badly. The man who can have a long relationship with an age-appropriate woman. Who is not staring at a 17 years old girl in a very f*cking creepy way. The man who is committed to having a family and I can go on.

Just because someone decides to be a stay-at-home mom, she won't be a Stepford wife. I wish we just can stop this narrative already. It's nothing wrong with this family dynamic if this is what both parties want.

When I followed him more closely I was convinced like you that he is not the father material and not the family man he tries to sell himself. I am not saying I think differently but I feel I have a certain distance so I can be so sure anymore.

TBH last night I got 2 pictures of them, allegedly new ones from Turkey and... They look kinda relaxed and cute... and I am so shocked to say that. Maybe that is just an act, idk, but I totally liked that NV was dressed so ordinarily, with no makeup etc... I am kinda confused right now. I still think the core of my prediction is correct but if nothing happens in the next 3-4 months I will check on them again. It would be unnecessary to do it sooner. I mean... I am sure we all have that one couple who had been together for ages and they seemed incredibly stong and a perfect match. And when the baby was born they just felt apart completely. Maybe they are at a good place right now but not ready for more, who knows. We will see.

[simeonisalesbian]

Holy frackin- whoever suggested female demon bros ily. 😳 As someone who is bi I still crush on them (but I want to see them as girls just once to make my heart really go ba-dump ba-dump)

Can I ask for general headcanons on life with the demon girls after the potion drank? (And cuddle headcanons cause your Belphie one made my heart melt)

Aasdfghjksdassgdf yall are feding me too much with these asks. I am but a simple lesbian who wants all the cuddles🥺👉👈

Lucifer:

Proper lady Lucifer. Absolute Girlboss Lucifer

She’s still just as busy as always doing whatever work it is that keeps piling up.

Will happily let you sit on her lap while she works tho. She’s a sucker for the comfort you bring her, don't let her damn pride otherwise.

If you fall asleep with your head on her chest while she’s working, you’ll probably wake up in her bed still held close to her chest.

Mammon:

Rants about how much more cash she could make modeling like this. Also She could probably find ways to cheat at gambling like this

This being said Mammon will now steal half your closet for herself.

“Mammon, how do you have five of my hoodies? It's barely even been 24 hrs!”

Watch a scary movie with her. She’ll be in your lap in .5 seconds with her face buried in your chest.

You’ll have to cuddle her for the rest of the night though. Ya know so she can protect ya and all that.

Leviathan:

Gamer gf Gamer gf Gamer gf Gamer gf ga-

Cuddles while gaming You’ll have to make the first move so it really is up to you whether you want Levi in your lap or vice versa

She’ll become a blushing stuttering mess but will relax soon enough just to give her a bit of reassurance.

This is also a surefire way to win any game against her.

Satan:

We love a dark academia queen.

Loves to sit with you while you both read. Or she read to you. It doesn't really matter. The avatar of wrath is a sucker for domestic romance at heart.

She really does love having you in her arms and will often nuzzle the top of your head. Just let her hold you and she’s purring.

She’ll often hug you from behind. Especially if Lucifer is in the room

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus is another one who will steal your wardrobe but she also gives you permission to take stuff from hers so it’s even

Matching outfits for you two will be bought. It’s not optional. The two of you will be the cutest duo in the whole devildom.

You know the one meme of the girl sitting on top of another girl doing her makeup yeah that's asmo and MC

Will purposely put your face on her breasts when hugging or cuddling. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

Beelzebub:

Big tiddy strong gf

The image of Beel just standing behind mc and resting her boobs on a short MC’s head is living rent free in my mind…

Strong lady beel working out at gym 🥵

She’s the best pillow when cuddling. She’ll hug you close to her chest and she’s just so very warm and soft.

Belphegor:

She’s still just a sleepy brat.

But cuddles are so fuckin nice so the brattiness cancels out lmao

The two of you will have to fight on who gets to lay on top of who.

Belphie will win anytime she actually wants to lay on you, but will still fight over it even if she wants your head on her chest.

Play with her hair while she’s sleeping and she’ll practically purr.

[z-1-wolfe]

Parhelion Headcanons (sir this is all for you) @greenbeany

Putting 'em under the cut because they got very long O.O

I- the gnome is Neon I take no criticism. They are often good-natured souls with a more mischievous side, and if that doesn’t describe Neon I’m not sure what does. Playful, funny, good intentions, that my good Bean is our lovable cat personified. Okay Parhelion dnd au with gnome Neon please /j.

I AM SMACKING THE GUN OUT OF YOUR HANDS [runs into a glass wall] dammit,, guess I gotta talk now

I- oh no,, time to fail the exam I guess (turns all your head canons upside down)

Okay they do sleep yes they do. Actually that’s a lie only Ciel sleeps, the other two are insomniacs. Ciel has all of her day to day life planned out to the minute, so she heads to bed at a certain time and wakes up at a certain time, the other two are more of a “we’ll sleep when we’re tired” kinda duo. Unfortunately due to Ilia’s night terrors and Neon’s ADHD they almost never rest. No they do not sleep in a SANE bed, ha why would they have a bed? They sleep in a hammock all tangled up with each other. It’s hard to tell what order they sleep in when they kinda curl into each other. They do not use a duvet, why have a duvet when Neon is a space heater? There are no pillows on the hammock X). OKAY THEIR ROOM, THIS I GOT, it’s a funky mess that is somehow organized thanks to Ciel. Ilia doesn’t own a lot in general but it was her life’s dream to paint her bedroom rainbow so guess what they have now. The other two are too soft and they supported her efforts and they love her despite her poor design sense XD.

I- why closet ASDFG I mean— No they do not share a closet they all have completely different fashion sense and if that was all in one place people would be genuinely terrified. But since they’re broke they had to make do with one walk in closet that they partitioned off into sections. YES THEY DO HAVE MATCHING OUTFITS THEY ARE SO CUTE LIKE THAT. They tend to be like those cute couple outfits with a few variations to match their own personal style. But their favorite matching outfit are these duck hoodies they own courtesy of once again Ilia living out her childhood dreams. No they don’t own many outfits because like I mentioned earlier they are broke x). Hmm thinking about each other’s styles… Ilia think both of her girlfriends have great taste, she loves the well, neon of Neon, and the prim and properness of Ciel. Neon just doesn’t care XD. And Ciel is just, she’s just standing there wishing she could help their fashion sense, but she holds back because “It does suit them in an odd way.” Ciel gets the most compliments on her style hands down, she looks organized and you can bet she saves money to buy outfits that actually accentuate her cuteness. They don’t wear makeup no time for that (in which you learn Z has little to no knowledge in how to apply makeup and doesn’t know how to answer that question)

OH OKAY I LOVE VIDDY GAMES. Ciel likes real-time strategy games because she’s insane and that’s literally all she knows in life thanks to being raised in an upper class family in Atlas. Neon likes open world games, something something she likes the chance for adventure and determining one’s fate for themself. Ilia has never once played a video game until after she defected from the White Fang but I can see her playing something light like Stardew Valley, low stakes kinda games. Hmm, they might play Animal Crossing together? Since it has aspects they all enjoy. They each have an individual switch (Ilia has a coral switch lite) and one shared PC. Okay game with most hours, maybe Minecraft? They still haven’t beat the enderdragon because Neon keeps getting distracted XD. Neon is the bomb at party games though, you can bet she has a perfect score on all the songs in Just Dance. Ciel is a sharpshooter, god knows who taught her how to shoot like that. The biggest splatoon fan is unfortunately not Neon it is Ilia, she loves all the colors in the game ^^. But she and Neon have wracked up quite a few hours in co-op.

Uhhh books!! Ilia likes fanfics :) it’s unfortunately one of the only ways for her to see positive representation of herself. Neon for some reason reads Epics?? Like her favorite is the Epic of Gilgamesh what is up with that?? Ciel reads webtoons :), she reads enough serious stuff for school work and such, she likes to just kick back and relax after all that. Yes they have schedules reading time courtesy of Ciel :). Uhh, they relax by baking together. None of them had many chances to indulge in sweets while growing up so they make full use of their time now. ?? SPOON?? Cuddle hours happen on a whim, the one thing that Ciel can never schedule because she never knows when it’ll occur. They relax the most in the kitchen x) because that’s where they bake, it’s not unusual to find Neon asleep on the counter while she waits for their sweets to rise. They read in the light, Neon is afraid that by reading in the dark that they’ll all ruin their eyesight. Ciel likes the sunrise because she’s up the earliest and is the only one to see it, the other two prefer sunset because that’s usually when their day is about to begin XD.

Favorite spot for dates! The park ^^, they like to go on picnic dates with all their baked goods. There is no plan, usually one of them will randomly pull the other two out of the house because they haven’t touched grass in a while XD. There are no ideas, they share one braincell and they spend too much time doting on each other to use it. Uhm favorite movie genre,,, they like comedy movies :). Their favorite place to eat is this tiny store on the corner of their street that makes mean gyros, they heccin’ love them. Coping with horror, Ilia is desensitized to horror because of the things she’s seen in life, Neon treats it like a game because she knows it’s not real, Ciel, is okay with it, but she gets shook more easily than the other two and they often have to reassure her. No they do not like theme parks, there are too many people around for Ilia and Ciel and Neon respects their boundaries so they tend to go to more quiet places. Uhm heights, Ciel is used to heights because she’s friends with Penny and woah can that girl toss her in the air like she’s a couple of grapes. Ilia doesn’t mind heights but she would prefer to have her feet on the ground. Neon loves the ground so damn much if it leaves her she will cry because man she can’t roller-skate in the air can she, what will she do if the ground is suddenly gone? They like evening dates because it’s normally the only time all three of them are awake enough for it XD. They end a night by sleeping I am not quite sure if there are other ways to end it lmao. They absolutely despise Neon’s roller skating dates but they love how excited she gets about them so they end up becoming as good as professional roller skaters because the smile on Neon’s face when they join her is dazzling.

I am slowly going insane. Yes each girl has a hobby I sure hope they do. Ilia knits, Ciel paints, and Neon writes. I would like to imagine that Ciel would try to schedule time for their hobbies she ends up giving up because all their sleep schedules are wack. Designated chef is Neon (probably made food for FNKI back in atlas), designated driver is Ilia (I mean I like to imagine she stole cars and stuff in the White Fang XD), designated decorator for stuff is normally Ciel though Neon does try to hijack a few of her plans occasionally, designated shopper is Ciel because the other two have no concept of Saving money, and they all work together to clean :). They don’t work together, they believe in keeping their work life and home life separate to prevent their feelings from getting in the way. They do not have pets, none of them have the energy or responsibility to do that, but Ilia did once bring a moose home one day for some reason.

I am nomming on your arm sir. Ilia and Neon get along with Penny surprisingly well, though I do think Ilia would get along with Weiss better? Ruby and Weiss look at Ciel and see a beacon arc Weiss and more or less adopt her despite Ciel being older than the two of them. They might like.. play board games together? Like some of those more team based board games I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, may the best polycule win. I cannot see them in a cuddle puddle to be honest ajcnjsanjs I am so sorry— hmm Ruby and Neon do not know the meaning of formal, as far as they are concerned these are their girlfriend’s friends and that means that by extension these are their friends. Weiss would like nothing to do with Neon after Neon insults Yang during the Vytal festival but she begrudgingly goes on outings with her and hey, now they’re make up buddies for some reason. The parhelion gals take the fs gals to the gyro place they like :). Parhelion gang Is a lot more vocal on their dates because their love language happens to be words of affirmation while the fs gang’s happen to be physical touch. Both polycules are very very affectionate though I will die on this hill.

DARN IT TUMBLR ONLY LETS ME HAVE 10 IMAGES PER POST THIS IS FINE IT WAS JUST ONE MORE PROMPT DARN IT

(Parhelion angst! How do Neon and Ciel react to the news about the dust mine? How do they find out about Ilia getting expelled? Do they find out about the white fang? Is there any faunus stigma afterwards? How does Ciel react to people bullying her Faunus GFS? Does Neon talk to Ciel much after? Do they ever reunite? Does Neon attempt to help Ciel while she grieves Penny? Where the fuck is Ciel now? Is Neon still alive? Does Ilia ever think about them? Does Blake know about them from Ilia?)

BUDDY I CAME TO THE LAST ASK AND NOW ONLY DID I REALIZE YOU MEANT PARHELION BACK WHEN THEY WHERE IN BEACON THIS WHOLE TIME I’M CRYING. (This ask is answered under the assumption that they are already dating back in Atlas Academy) Ciel is fiercely protective of her girlfriends, though people only know that Neon is a Faunus because Ilia masks her traits during her time at the academy. Neon and Ciel are horrified about the news about the dust mines. They know that Ilia is a Faunus and that her parents were working there so they rush to see her as soon as possible. But they’re too late,,, Ilia’s already been expelled for attacking her fellow students. They don’t hear from Ilia for a few years after that and the two slowly drift apart, each blaming the other for not getting to Ilia soon enough. They don’t find out about the White Fang until they reunite with Ilia unfortunately, but they feel sad that Ilia had felt that they only way for her to get revenge for her parents was by joining a militant group (I’m working under the assumption that Sienna only took control of the White Fang shortly before Ilia joined). When Neon learns that Penny didn’t make it after the Fall of Beacon she hesitantly reaches out to Ciel for the first time in a year, and she does try to help. But for Ciel it’s blow after heccin’ blow and she pushes Neon away in a rage. Ciel leaves the Academy after that and goes rogue, working as a huntsman without a license for the poorer parts of remnant. Ilia is unaware of all this drama during the Beacon arc. The next time she hears of any news is during the Fall of Atlas, and she’s scared, scared because she’s still recovering and she just heard Ruby announce to the world that Remnant is under attack, and oh my gosh her ex girlfriends live in Atlas. Neon makes it out alive, though not entirely in one piece, she now has a prosthetic leg. Ilia is the first person to see her, it’s a tearful reunion and they haven’t fully made up yet, but hey it’s a work in progress, now they just have to find out where Ciel is, but when they do they’ll BOTH be there to greet her. Blake has no idea who the fuck Ciel and Neon are lmao, Ilia never told her anything about her past romances when she was in the White Fang.

Oh gosh I think that's it-- And that is it thank you for listening to me ramble about Parhelion you get a juice box for making it this far. Sir I am sincerely sorry for turning your ship upside down please forgive me.

[autisticmiqote]

i was feeling woke the other day and wrote headcanons about carrie having a hollywood ghost club gf :) here you go

Carrie has a hgc girlfriend (listen i know this has been made obvious im just copy and pasting from my doc)

This ties into the carrie can see ghosts thing (if i can find the fic i got that from ill link it)

Maybe trevor made a deal before she was born and as a fun little side effect she can see ghosts now

And she talks to this girl while shes on break

And the girls like hang on u can see me :flushed:

And carrie compliments the girls style of dance

And she keeps carrie on her toes

Everyone else is like “oh my god carrie queen” but harriet (thats her name now) keeps her grounded

And carrie likes that! She wants to be viewed as an actual person and not the infallible daughter of trevor wilson!

They exchanged numbers at the club and have a fun little back and forth (chatfic?)

Because caleb gives his employees phones under ghost capitalism (saw that referenced in a post while i was writing these could not tell you whose)

And then they teach each other to dance and at some point they do like a duet dance or whatever the fuck you call that and it ends with their faces real close together and they both go home and have Crises

and the do each others hair and makeup and its tender

yknow like all those images where one girl is on top of the other doing her makeup? yeah

harriet is carries lesbian awakening because i say so

shes from the 20s and calls carrie all kinds of weird and dated pet names and carrie loves it

anyways i am tempted to write a fic about this but we've all seen how that goes (it doesnt) so this is up for grabs if anyone wants to do anything with it

[galaxyguidetolovinggirls]

SPOOKY TIMES ON THE GALAXY!  SUPER ARTICLE BY THE GALAXY GUIDE TO LOVING GIRLS

Hello to all my babies!  The galaxy is a big and scary place. But even then, there is no reason to forget about everything and just have a jolly good time! Halloween is an amazing holiday that everyone can take part of. Candies, parties, drinks and costumes! There's a little bit of fun for everyone. Today i bring you a few random tips about pretty much everything to do in these spooky times! Food, drinking, candies and of course; COSTUMES!

To everyone doing scary sith costumes. We recommend using some ink in old sheets for your cape, a  vest with a course for the chest and some scary coal looking makeup. That being said, we also recommend to stay away from a few particular costumes. Darth Malgus and Darth Maar are known dangers so be careful. If you are planning to do a slutty or sexy Emperor make sure there are no diehard supporters in your party! In the opposite spectrum, we highly suggest Cosplaying as Darth Vowrawn! Our friendly Dark Council member has put on a fun competition! Whoever has the best costume about him will get 10.000 credits worth of candies! Renditions like, sexy and slutty are their own category! So don't be afraid to go crazy. 

Next up, for our jedi followers. Master Satele Shan has asked us to keep the Slutty Satele Shan Costumes to a minimum! She is all aboard with the sexy ones but she has asked for people to protect her image a bit more. As for the rest of the Jedi Council ,as long as those with customers do not break any rules or laws, they have given their blessing for people to use their image! Hurray! 

To all our girls planning a happy halloween with their sneaky smuggler family, we recomend Corellia Sweet Rancors, Tatooine Sour Worms and the usual Bantha Chocolate for everyone planning to drink themselves stupid. We know smuggling parties are 90% drinks and games so these sweets are good to keep around as they will keep most alcohol in your belly instead of on the floor. As always, both empire and republic officials have tasked us with remembering everyone that alcohol and blasters or ships are a bad combination! Be responsible people!

Moving on to our amazing and beefy mando’s, if you have landed yourself a mando GF, we recommend going all the way with candy shopping. Mandalorians have taken a liking to dressing up in scary beast costumes or even just go and kill one and wear their pelts. They are the most fearsome candy predators in the galaxy, so you better be ready to see them going all the way with costumes and candy hunting. Of course, in true mando fashion, whoever gets the most candies will get an amazing prize! This year the price has been provided by none other than Mandalore The Avenger! She has put together a 20 feet statue of a Rancor! 

For everyone else having a happy time planning parties, we have come up with some extra ideas for you to decorate around. Of course, many of these ideas are from our Sith Gals, as they are the queens of scary things. The top ideas of this year are, Rakghoul holograms on top of astromech droids to make them look even more scary, old hologram displays are perfect to make the appearance of a scary sith ghost and last but not least, we recommend big and loud speakers to play the top scariest laughs and screams from the former sith emperor! Nothing like seeing someone run for their lives over some fun scary prank!

[dovechim]

Omg the yoongi drabble!!! Uhhh but i’d greatly appreciate it if you can write a scenario where yoongi is sleeping next to his gf (Other character) but y/n comes over seducing him, making him fuck y/n on the same bed that his gf is sleeping on PLEASEEEEE

 ➾2.3k

➾ yoongi x reader, smut (duh)

➾ warning: infidelity, unprotected sex

“You shouldn’t do that,” Jennie is fretting and wringing herhands as she watches you finish up your makeup in the mirror. You’re justapplying your final coat of mascara, making sure there are no flecks of blackunder your eyes, but it’s futile because you know it’s going to end up all overyour face by the time you’re done with tonight. “It’s wrong, and you know it.”

“Do what?” You pause to frown at her. “Don’t worry, this mascarawon’t clump, I’ve used it a thousand times before. What it isn’t though, iswaterproof, and that could pose a problem for tonight…” 

Jennie glares at your reflection from behind you, and you closethe tube with a sigh. “Look, if you wanna try and keep score, she stole himfrom me first. So technically, she’s in the wrong.”

“I thought you were better than all this ‘goalkeeper doesn’tmean you can’t score’ shit! What happened to girl code??” 

You adjust your breasts in your push-up bra, making sure the vof your cleavage peeks out enticingly. “And I thought you were more supportive thanthis! Stop trying to moralize me when all I’m trying to do is get some dick.” 

Jennie takes a deep breath, about to go on some feminist rantabout girls supporting girls, but you just toss her a casual wave beforeescaping out the door, your panties already dampening at the thought of just howyou’re going to seduce Min Yoongi.

When you arrive outside his house, there’s no answer even afteryou knock on the door, and the cold air is starting to penetrate through yourtight spaghetti crop top and skirt. Deciding that he wouldn’t mind- he’s knownyou for nearly half his life anyway- you dig out the key he always keeps underhis mat and unlock the door.

You head to the kitchen to deposit your tub of ice cream- your(very flimsy) excuse for coming to see him today- but he’s most probably asleepbecause even the sound of the door closing doesn’t send him padding out of hisbedroom.

So you crack open the door slightly and peek your head in, onlyto have your heart sink to your toes when you comprehend the image in front ofyou- Min Yoongi is spooning his girlfriend, and has his nose buried in herhair.

Fuck, this throws a wrench in your well-laid plans.

Solbin is curled up on her side, and his body fits perfectlyaround hers. The sight of his hand on her waist sends jealousy coursing throughyour bloodstream, and you reluctantly run your eyes over how silky her goldenbrown locks seem to be. You note the lack of dress for the both of them- Solbinis only wearing a thin lacy camisole and barely there panties, so you can seeher ass cheeks hanging out, and Yoongi is shirtless with boxer briefs only.

The open crack of the door that lets in a sliver of light landsperfectly on Min Yoongi’s face, and not only does it illuminate his featureslike a spotlight, it also stirs him from his sleep. He blinks his eyes open totake in your figure standing by the doorway, a look of jealousy- that youimmediately swap for a more neutral greeting instead- on your face.

“______?” His hoarse whisper comes deep from within his chest,and he pushes himself to sit up, careful not to disturb his slumberinggirlfriend in the process. “Wh-what are you doing here? You didn’t tell me youwere coming over.”

“I-I brought some ice-cream,” you say lamely, and immediatelybite down on your own lip. The sight of Min Yoongi cuddling with his girlfriendimmediately erases any trace of the seductive lines you’d practiced in themirror just hours before, and you wonder how you’re ever going to get him tosleep with you at this rate.

You decide that there’s just too much physical distance inbetween the both of you for this to work, so you cross the room and sit on hisside of the bed, with one leg tucked up underneath you. Your short and tightskirt rides up to just underneath your underwear, and your sitting positionallows Yoongi to glimpse your pink underwear peeking from between your legs.

If only he weren’t still groggy and not paying attention to youat all.

You curse under your breath, feeling immensely awkward and outof place when he keeps glancing at Solbin to make sure she’s still sleeping. “Whatthe fuck are you doing here? Solbin’ll flip if she catches you on the bed, let’stalk outside instead.” 

Panic surges through your veins, because the moment he suggestsgoing outside is the exact same moment that some fucked-up part of your braintells you that you’ll be conceding to her if you agree with this.

So you put on your most pitiful expression, sticking your lowerlip out as you feign a look of pain on your face. “My tummy hurts.”

“What?” He strains to hear your small voice, scooting across thebed as his eyes dart down to your midriff. You catch the small jolt of surpriseas he sees the lacy crotch of your pink panties, and it gives you theencouragement you need.

“My stomach hurts, can you rub it for me?” 

It’s not the most bizarre request he’s ever heard from you,considering he used to give you back rubs and massages when you were havingmonthly cramps. Key word is used to, since he had to stop being so touchy withyou ever since he got together with Solbin. 

“You came all the way here just to-“ he breathes out through hisnose in a drawn out sigh, but he can’t say no to your imploring eyes andbeckons you to scoot over. His muddled brain still isn’t fully awake yet, andit reasons with him that the sooner he makes you feel better, the sooner he cango back to sleep. He positions himself against the wall, as far from Solbin aspossible with his legs open and gestures for you to take your place.

You almost can’t believe this is happening as you press yourback to his chest, letting your legs fall open naturally once you’re between hislegs. Yoongi immediately places his hands on your waist, attempting to slidethem under the waistband of your skirt. But the tight material of your skirt isunforgiving, and there isn’t even an inch between the waistband and your skinfor him to slide his hand under. So you nudge him nonchalantly, trying yourbest to keep the quiver in your voice.

“G-go from underneath, Yoongi.” You can feel him freeze behindyou as he registers what this would entail, and hurry to make it sound lessincriminating. “My skirt’s too tight, and you wouldn’t want me to take it off here, right?”

You’re making absolute sense, there’s no loophole in yourreasoning whatsoever, so he has to say yes… right?

Instead of answering, Yoongi moves his hand between your legsand you feel his touch hovering above the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.He makes it all the way up to your core without making contact when heaccidentally brushes his knuckles against your panties, and you know he’sregistered how wet the material is just by the stiffening of his frame behindyou.

His breathing is harsh against your neck, but he continues tofeign ignorance and push his hand up your skirt so that it rests on your lowerbelly. Yoongi starts applying gentle pressure to your abdomen, rubbing incircles and the warmth of his hands travels all the way down into your soakedcore.

“Yoongi…” You murmur into his ear, letting your lips brushagainst the shell of his ear. “Yoongi, lower.”

He follows your directions by moving his fingers down a tad, sothat they brush against the waistband of your underwear. By now your legs havefallen open even more, resting against his own and your skirt has ridden up sothat he can see the pink material of your lace panties.

“A-are you feeling better?” His voice comes out in a chokedhush, and he shifts to make some room between your bodies, which can only meanone thing.

You accidentally on purpose make contact with his crotch, onlyto feel the hard evidence of his betrayal against your lower back.

“Mmhm,” you let your voice come from your chest in a breathywhine. “But I need you even lower, Yoongi.”

The scouring heat of his erection against your lower back lendsyou the courage you need to place your hand over his and glide them into yourpanties in one smooth motion, and the moment his fingers encounter the slimy,slippery crotch of your underwear, he exhales sharply.

“Yoongi, I lied to you just now,” you turn around to mouth athis ear even as his fingers start to stroke your pussy lips ever so gently. “Mypussy is all wet and tingly, and it aches, and I need you to make it better.”

Your name comes out in a garbled moan from his lips, and fromthe corner of your eye you can see him swallow hard, the Adam’s apple in histhroat bobbing. He starts to turn his head toward Solbin’s sleeping figure again,but you distract him with a well-placed suckle to his neck. 

The wet slick on his fingers beckons him, and against his betterjudgement, Yoongi allows his fingers to slide inside you, and all the regretvanishes when your walls close in around him almost immediately.

“Mmhmm yes… Yoongi right there… my pussy aches so much,” you egghim on a little further, putting on your most innocent voice that you know heloves. You’ve seen enough of his porn stash to know that he gets off on theillusion of innocence, and the role of ruining and corrupting such chastity andpurity.

His fingers are massaging your walls, and his palm is pressedright up against your clit. Right from the beginning you can already feel howyou’ve drenched his hand, and the smell of your juices are already beginning topermeate the air. It would be so easy for Solbin to just roll over and catchthe two of you, Yoongi’s fingers buried deep in your pussy, and the thoughtitself makes you clench around him harder.

“Yoongi, you feel so good,” you pant against the dip in hiscollarbone. “But I need more Yoongi, my pussy feels so empty.”

Yoongi’s eyes dart over to the other side of the bed, then tothe sight of your spread thighs. “Wh-what can I do baby?”

He’s all yours, hook, line and sinker.

“I need your cock Yoongi. My pussy needs your cock to fill itup, it’s so achingly empty, daddy.” 

All your cards are on the table now, and you thank your luckystars that he happened to leave his laptop over at yours that one night. Atthis point you’re just repeating all the lines of his favourite pornos (allfiled and saved under faves- men are such simple creatures) right back at himin a sugary sweet whisper.

You can feel him hesitate a little behind you, so you decide youneed to speed things up and reach back to massage his bulge for a few seconds. “Daddy’sso hard for me already?” 

He acknowledges you with a low grunt, and you take it as consentto pull down his boxer briefs, freeing his length. His hands tighten aroundyour waist of their own accord, and he lifts you up so that you’re sitting onhim and not the bed.

Yoongi’s hands are still around your waist, and he’s breathinghard against your neck. Before he has a chance to think about what he’s doing,you reach down and pull your panties to the side before taking his cock in yourhand and sitting down on it, sinking down to the bottom in one go.

“Fuck,” the single word is uttered with such force against yourneck as you squeeze your muscles around him. The sensation of having him spreadyou apart like this, entirely bare and raw, makes you wish that Solbin weren’ton the same bed so he could flip you over and pound your pussy.

“Bet she doesn’t let you inside bare, does she?” Now that he’sfinally inside you, your confidence is restored enough to taunt him a little.

“Fuck no,” Yoongi murmurs as he hedges a thrust into yourdepths. “You’re so- fuck- wet babygirl.”

“Only for you, daddy,” you giggle girlishly into his ear, onlyfor the sound to be caught in your chest as he moves you up and down his lengthwith his arms alone, hips aiding him by flexing ever so slightly. 

“Does that pussy feel better now?” He hazards a little moredirty talk, because fuck it, he’s already buried balls deep in you, what’s afew more filthy words going to do?

“No,” you pout at him, reaching down to fondle your clit even asyou can feel him start to throb inside you.

“W-why?” His voice catches in his throat as he watches you touchyourself.

“I need your cum in me, daddy.”

And with that he explodes deep inside your pussy, painting yourwalls white with his semen that drips down over his balls as his girlfriendslumbers on, oblivious, beside him. 

[a-panda-reads-act-omega]

ACT OMEGA PART 8

THE 24/10/16 UPDATE

Woow, another liveblog from your favorite act omega liveblogger. Are there any other livebloggers out there i need to know.  So yeah, here we are with part 8! Big Vriska number for the win. Also only two updates away from double digits! Yeah, I’m not sure I thought this through with the whole update-update format, this might take a L OT of posts to get caught up. Luckily, I have no problem with making a fuckton of posts. Anyways, I think we left off with the kids, so lets hurry up and get back to them!

(Cant post the image. Here’s the link. http://mspfanventures.com/?s=16414&p=47)

GASP, IS thIS SOME MULTIPLE CHOICE SHIT? Well considering I’m forever going to be staying chronological, I suppose I should start with the one on the next page! 

A CHARACTER SELECTION MENU appears through the power of NON-LINEAR STORYTELLING. You know the drill by now, have some free will! Or just go in this order, if you think agency is overrated

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

Oh, that’s helpful. Great, I’ll start with ONE then.

The fact that you are a dedicated and loyal reader is obvious and indisputable, so of course you won’t be moving on ahead without having taken a gander at all of the options presented to you.

Obviously! what kinda brainless CHUMP would move on without you explicitly stating to? NOT ME.

Anyways, starting with ONE.

PFt, woah their eyes. 

KANAYA: (Hey) ROXY: oh heeeeey! KANAYA: (Hey To You Again Except Slightly More Quietly) ROXY: (oh sorry)

It seems they gotta be quiet for reasons. H  m m M..

ROXY: (why r we whispering) KANAYA: (I Am Not Entirely Sure)

So they just need to be miss zuipPer lips for no reason then?

KANAYA: (That Just Seems To Be What Everyone Has Lapsed Into Doing) KANAYA: (And Now Speaking In A Normal Volume Will Draw More Attention Than Desired Especially When Attempting To Have A Private Conversation) ROXY: (im lovin this private convo already but you might need to make it snappy)

so everybodys just whispering? do they all got SECRETS? Also, what’s the hurry Roxy?

ROXY: (john looks about ready to get down n dirty with some srs leadership biz)

Oh yeah.

KANAYA: (Alright Then I Will Attempt To Be Brief) KANAYA: (I Wanted To Thank You Again) KANAYA: (For The Matriorb Certainly)

Alright cool! It seems that this Kanaya does remember Roxy giving her the good ol’ matriorb. 

KANAYA: (But Additionally For Everything Else You Have Accomplished Today) KANAYA: (I Know Being The One To Strike The Final Blow Against Our Shared Enemy In The Midst Of Battle Does Not Necessarily Warrant Gratitude But I Thought It Might Be Nice For You To Hear That What You Did Was Appreciated)

What she DID, was prove herself to be a goddamn BADASS. But honestly everybody here’s a badass one way or another. 

KANAYA: (At Least By Me) KANAYA: (On Behalf Of My Species As Well As All Those Who Suffered At The Behest Of The Condesce) KANAYA: (And All Those That May Now Be Born And Live Free Of Tyranny) KANAYA: (You Did Good)

Pft, nice. “Ya did good, kid.” 

ROXY: (omg i am cri)

goddammit these lines always manage to be fucking perfect.

ROXY: (that wasnt brief @ all but twas so so bootiful) ROXY: (gdi cmere moms big loveable space gf)

OK this doesn’t need to be stated, but I fucking love roxy.

KANAYA: (Um I Would Prefer It If We Saved The Hug For Later Maybe) ROXY: (aww ok thats cool)

nO FUCKING HUG NOW

KANAYA: (Anyway I Have Only Just Met You But You Have Already Proven Yourself To Be Just As Extraordinary An Individual As Your...) KANAYA: (Uh) KANAYA: (Rose)

Nice Kanaya.

ROXY: (as my rose?) KANAYA: (Yes Your Rose) ROXY: (;D)

ITS CONFIRMED, Rose is Roxy’s Rose. this conversation is so cute.

See you’re still over there TZ. Whatcha lookin at? The uh... oh youre blind. what are you doing terezi?? come on girl, celebrate!

ROXY: (okay looks like john got distracted by somethin) ROXY: (so since we got a little more time to chat it up) ROXY: (and so long as were exchangin bomb as FUCK felicitations) ROXY: (youre not so shabby yourself yknow) ROXY: (like damn i was absolutely right youre one deadly customer)

Yeah no fuckin kidding, this girl knows how to kick ass.

ROXY: (seeing u whip out that BEASTLY CHAINSAW) ROXY: (was a sight to behold)

PFt, that was nothing. You should have seen when she single handedly put three of the most dangerous characters on the meteor out of commision. 

KANAYA: (I Really Did Not Do All That Much Surprisingly) KANAYA: (Or Perhaps Unsurprisingly) KANAYA: (I Am Not Sure If I Was Erring On The Side Of Caution After All) KANAYA: (Out Of Consideration For The Gift You Gave Me) KANAYA: (Or If Perhaps I Was Simply Unpracticed)

Well yeah, she didnt do as much in this battle as the others.  But like she said, she had the matriorb to keep safe. PLUS, she wasnt godtier. So yeah Kanaya, you’re excused from doing your makeup during the final epic battle.

ROXY: (who cares??) ROXY: (we WON) ROXY: (gave that witch what was COMING TO HER) ROXY: (and thats the end of that no point gettin our knickers all in a twist over it no more)

Roxy’s got the right idea. There doesn’t gotta be any more “proving yourself.” You did the battle, and you came out on top!  JUst be done with it.

KANAYA: (Yes I Suppose Youre Right) KANAYA: (Though I Do Wonder How Things Might Have Gone If I Had Attempted To Dust Off One Of The Old Fraymotifs)

Oh shit, Kanaya’s got fraymotifs? And also, you can use fraymotifs without being godtier?

oh. wait. terezi isnt godtier is she? Yeah, you totally can use fraymotifs without godtier.

ROXY: (no kidding!) ROXY: (yeah that woulda been pretty badass) ROXY: (we could have had a sick combo) ROXY: (void and...) ROXY: (uh) KANAYA: (Space) ROXY: (right yeah space)

Well too bad you’ll never have the opportunity to USE that sick deadly combo!

I am ONE HUNDRED percent sure that will be the case

i am SO SURE

nobody has to die anymore

so

completely sure.

KANAYA: (It May Have Indeed Been Sick But Upon Further Reflection Perhaps Not)

No kanaya, it would be SUPER fuckin badass dont even give me that shit.

ROXY: (wait rly) ROXY: (how come?) KANAYA: (I Dont Feel Like I Ever Got The Opportunity To Truly Get In Touch With My Aspect Like You) KANAYA: (It Has Never Seemed Pertinent That I Be Able To Cast Some Sort Of Spacey Enchantment) KANAYA: (In Fact I Have Yet To Stumble Across A Scenario I Could Not Handle Through More Traditional Methods) ROXY: (u mean a deadly body slam full a sharp metal teeth twice the length of your head) KANAYA: (Yes Precisely) KANAYA: (That Tends To Cover The Bases Pretty Well)

WELL, Chainsaws do seem to cover many different issues. Mainly the ones which involve somebody needing to be cut the fuck in half. But I dont know if being “In touch” with your aspect was ever really a thing. I mean, when did John become “in touch” with his aspect? He just sorta got the powers and did shit with them. i dont really know what that has to do with it- wait a goddamn second. People always associate the wind aspect with like independence and shit, right? And.. the last thing that happened before John went godtier, was a choice. Given to him by Vriska, who for the first time decided to step back and let him decide what to do on his own. Whether or not she would have owned up to what she said about letting him decide how to fall asleep, he still made the choice and went with it on is own. So maybe that’s got something to do with it.

Or maybe I’m just an idiot.

ROXY: (well you know what thats cool) ROXY: (u do u) ROXY: (besides) ROXY: (hopefully there wont be any more reason for you to wreck shit)

GOddammit stop saying shit like that

KANAYA: (That Would Be Ideal I Suppose) KANAYA: (However It Is Always Wise To Be Prepared) KANAYA: (Just In Case) ROXY: (ofc!) ROXY: (and hey) ROXY: (just cuz we won the game doesnt mean there wont be any more opportunities to like) ROXY: (explore yourself and your aspect) ROXY: (our cool powers are too friggin handy for them to just stop bein relevant once we walk thru a magic door)

SPeaking of which, can THEY HURRY UP AND WALK THROUGH THE MAGIC FUCKING DOOR YET IM GETTING ANXIOUS.

ROXY: (maybe someday youll get the chance to blitz ur chakras and get spacey w it) ROXY: (and itll be at your own pace instead of having to rush it for the sake of fixing some giant spacetastrophe) KANAYA: (That Does Sound Nice)

YES IT DOES NOW HURRY UP THROUGH THE DOOR SO THAT BECOMES A REALITY COME THE FUCK ON JOHN

KANAYA: (Considering Right Now I Am Very Unsure Of How To Even Begin Blitzing Those Particular Chakras) ROXY: (i bet u can ask john) ROXY: (hes rly good at givin advice for stuff like that)

YES HE IS BUT HE ISNT GOOD AT OPENING DOORS AAAAA

ROXY: (tho he probably doesnt even know it pffff) KANAYA: (You Are Also Very Good At Giving Advice) KANAYA: (That Was Not Necessarily A Request I Simply Thought I Should Point That Out) ROXY: (TOO BAD youre gettin some anyway ;P) ROXY: (rly tho ive hardly even begun to wrestle my voidy powers into submission) ROXY: (still got a loooooong way to go on that front) ROXY: (but thus far most of my blitzing has just been like) ROXY: (being around the thing) ROXY: (and letting myself embrace this like) ROXY: (natural synergy i got going w it) KANAYA: (When You Say) KANAYA: (The Thing) KANAYA: (Do You Mean Nothing) KANAYA: (Considering Your Aspect Presides Over Literal Nothingness)

Yes Kanaya, this is exactly what she means.

ROXY: (pffft) ROXY: (yes thats what i mean :p) KANAYA: (Okay I Was Just Attempting To Clarify) KANAYA: (How Does One Surround Themselves With The Concept Of Nonexistence) ROXY: (i dunno!) ROXY: (when u put it that way it does sound pretty mind bending) ROXY: (i guess ive just been lucky?) ROXY: (or maybe the nothing is naturally attracted to me and lucks got nothin to do w it)

WELL YEAh, what isnt naturally attracted to you? Guys i just really love roxy help

ROXY: (but yeah i got that voidy ring @ one point) ROXY: (and when john started getting to fixing the timeline he took me to a place that felt like) ROXY: (the nothingest nothing to ever unexist) KANAYA: (That Sounds Interesting) KANAYA: (What Was It Like)

Probably nothing.

THATS a cool panel right there.

ROXY: (well it was) ROXY: (white) ROXY: (but not pure white) ROXY: (just slightly off) ROXY: (and) ROXY: (it was super vast) ROXY: (but not like regular outer space where you can actually see stuff like stars stretch on and on til you cant see it anymore) ROXY: (which at least gives u a sense of distance) ROXY: (but instead it was almost claustrophobic) ROXY: (cuz there was nothing there) ROXY: (you and all the other somethings just completely enveloped by a shrink wrap o absence)

HUmm.. thats pretty interesting to say the least. Not really sure what to think of it though! Just pretty nifty.

KANAYA: (Hmmmm) ROXY: (never really tried putting this into words) ROXY: (i think the thing about it was that the void sort of) ROXY: (changed) ROXY: (depending on how i chose to perceive it) ROXY: (cause the whole point is that its kinda like) ROXY: (idk) ROXY: (maybe a little like binary) KANAYA: (Binary?)

too bad sollux is dead he’d get a kick outta this.

did anybody make this connection. computer hacker guy who likes two’s. Binary. man. i feel like everybody did.

ROXY: (yknow binary) ROXY: (computer language) ROXY: (0011101100101001)

TRANSLATOr HELP

“;)“

omfg she just winked in binary.

KANAYA: (Oh That) ROXY: (the way that works is basically) ROXY: (you have a bit) ROXY: (like a computery bit) ROXY: (and it can say either 0 or 1) ROXY: (and dependin on which it is the computer displays the info differently) ROXY: (but the void is like a completely blank bit) ROXY: (there isnt a 0 or a 1 written on the bit yet but thats all were programmed to understand yknow) ROXY: (like 0 is technically nothing but whats important is that theres something there for you to see) ROXY: (but what im gettin at is that really void is just blank space waiting to be written on) ROXY: (by somebody like yours truly) ROXY: (im the computer and youre the person reading the display)

Oh. That’s pretty cool and shit. 

OH shes gettin all magicky here

ROXY: (and my whole voidy thing) ROXY: (is that i gotta figure out the code for whatever i wanna make exist) ROXY: (and write it on the blank bits) ROXY: (then) ROXY: (i snatch em outta the void!)

Oh AGAIN. YEAh, roxys power seems a lot cooler now.

ROXY: (yoink!!!)

*gasp*

nice lipstick yo

Kanaya is so fucking cute oml. She looks kinda dumbfounded by this lipstick.

KANAYA: (Wow) KANAYA: (That Was Really Quite Insightful Roxy) KANAYA: (I Think I Am Already Beginning To Understand Things Better) KANAYA: (But What Is This) ROXY: (p sure its lipstick!) ROXY: (and its 4 u) ROXY: (i dont rly know if pinks ur color but) ROXY: (here it is anyway!)

Oh god help me im already starting to ship it.

KANAYA: (Another Gift) KANAYA: (Why) ROXY: (daaaaw i dunno) ROXY: (i mean its actually kinda cool i was able to make this at all) ROXY: (i bet it must be bc of you somehow) ROXY: (you like lipstick right?) KANAYA: (Yes) ROXY: (i dont know if this is just me but i bet this is totes a thing w space players) ROXY: (like i get the vibe that u guys r more in touch with the objects around you) ROXY: (specially the ones thatre important to you) KANAYA: (I Suppose...)

HMm.. Interesting bit of aspect analysis. That could possibly be a thing.

ROXY: (well?) ROXY: (ru gonna take it or what) KANAYA: (I Really Cant Accept This) KANAYA: (I Was Attempting To Alleviate The Debt Of Gratitude I Have Already Been Accumulating Towards You) KANAYA: (A Measly Thank You Is Hardly Enough) KANAYA: (And Yet You Present Me With Even More To Be Thankful For)

COme on Kanaya dont be like that. Just take the thing and be hAPPY! you dont gotta prove yourself for a gift.

ROXY: (man thats not how this works) ROXY: (you dont owe me nothin) ROXY: (but heck if it makes u feel better) ROXY: (the space egg wasnt rly 4 u it was 4 all the little trollings that need to be born) ROXY: (skewering the batterwitch was definitely 4 me and earth and stuff) ROXY: (and the lipstick is to thank u for takin such good care of my mom :D)

Dont you mean your Rose?

KANAYA: (... That Does Make Me Feel Slightly Better) ROXY: (so youll take it??) KANAYA: (Okay) ROXY: (hella) KANAYA: (Thank You) KANAYA: (Again) ROXY: (dont mention it!)

She will likely mention this many times.

WEll that was the end for their interaction I suppose, so it seems like we get one page of another interaction then? I guess Dirk and Jake.

Ohp, yep. Jeez they look awkward.

DIRK: (... So.) JAKE: (...) DIRK: (...) DIRK: (That was some fight, huh.)

Goddammit this is awkward. 

JAKE: (Oh yes that sure was a doozy of a brawl we all just participated in.) JAKE: (Or rather multiple brawls.) DIRK: (I think you’re probably up to speed on exactly how well mine went.) JAKE: (Um.) JAKE: (Should i be?) DIRK: (Nevermind.)

Just another beheading of good ol’ Dirk. Seems like that’s a common thing for him. 

((OhOFOHSANSIJFN  HOLY SHIT I PRESSED A BUTTON AND FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT I ALMOST DELETED EVERYTHING I WROTE DAMMIT TUMBLR GIVE ME WARNINGS))

JAKE: (Sorry... its just difficult to, uh...) DIRK: (Don’t be sorry. It doesn’t actually matter.) JAKE: (The important part is you won right?) DIRK: (Yeah...) DIRK: (How did yours go?) DIRK: (If you feel like sharing, that is.) JAKE: (Oh i won too!) DIRK: (Well. Obviously.) DIRK: (I meant... like.) DIRK: (Specifically, HOW you won.) DIRK: (I’d be down to hear some details of all the kickassery you've been dishing out.) DIRK: (That must've been pretty crazy solo.)

Come ONNNN guys, quit dancing around the topic here. Somethings bothering you and its making everything shitty.

JAKE: (Oh.) JAKE: (Well i wasnt alone for long actually.) JAKE: (In fact it was quite the clusterfuck of skeletons sprites and green goblin brutes!) JAKE: (That crabby troll fellow even showed up at one point.) JAKE: (He seemed to be having a difficult time with one of the tinier rascals but i was up to my ears in fracas and fisticuffs myself and couldnt really lend him a hand.)

Dammit Karkat. I love him, but god he’s adorably pathetic in fights.

DIRK: (It looks like he’s alright, so no harm done.) DIRK: (How many of those green dudes were there again?) JAKE: (Im fairly certain there were 14.) DIRK: (And you trounced all of them?) JAKE: (Actually k...carat dealt with one of them i think.) JAKE: (They were small but a decidedly tricky foe. It was scurrying around so fast i dont think a single one of my bullets even grazed it!)

He has ALLLL the luck Jake, ALL of it!  Honestly, can we get a Vriska/Clover battle?

DIRK: (Well, shit. Sounds tough.) DIRK: (Still, my score reads "Jake: 13, Goblins: 0".) DIRK: (Oh, and I’m pretty sure the name you’re looking for is Karkat.) JAKE: (Is that so?) DIRK: (Yup.) JAKE: (My mistake then...) DIRK: (Don’t worry about it.)

Dammit Jake, don’t be so fucking hard on yourself. I feel bad for him now. Like, he’s beating himself up over not knowing a complete strangers name.

JAKE: (Have you spoken to him at all yet?) DIRK: (Nah.) JAKE: (Would you like to?) DIRK: (I guess? Sure.) DIRK: (He and Dave seem to be in the middle of something, though. No point in interrupting.) DIRK: (Besides, I’m talking to you right now.) JAKE: (...) DIRK: (...)

(...)

Alright dammit, I guess we’ll see if they get over whatever’s bugging them in the next update, because that’s the last page. Seeya next time and whatnot folks.

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