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catdemonb-tch · 2 years

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Alastor x F!Reader

Bad Romance

{This is based off of the Halestorm cover of Bad Romance here:

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I haven't sang in front of a crowd in years. Charlie had convinced me to sing for the Hotel's little party in celebration of its offical opening. Vaggie thought it was a good idea too, mostly so Alastor didn't preform all night.

The moth demon had made him the opening act, knowing he'd sing, dance and tell jokes. Tables were set out, white table cloths, candles and silverware on every circular table. Angel was behind the stage of the auditorium with me, helping me with my hair, make up and outfit.

"Alright babes, you ready?" The spider said, closing the eyeshadow pallet. I nod, my nerves eating me from the inside out.

Angel gives me a reassuring smile, grabbing my blood red dress that he picked out himself. He knew I was singing a song for a...specific demon. I felt nauseous, filled to the brim with anxiety.

The porn star helps me into my dress and then grabbing my black heels. Looking in a full body mirror, I get to see the final product. My eyeshadow done in a black smokey eye, making my (e/c) eyes pop. Red lipstick adorned my lips. My (h/c) hair curled nicely on my shoulders.

My dress fit my (body type) frame nicely, the slightest of cleavage showing, more for the other demons than for Alastor. My black heels made me about an inch and a half taller.

A knock sounded at the dressing room door, revealing the Princess of Hell. "You look beautiful!" Charlie squealed. "You did an amazing job, Angel!"

Said demon smirks at the compliment, "you look hot as fuck toots! Just wait till Smiles sees ya!"

Vaggie pops her head in, "alright (y/n), they're ready for you."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down a bit. "I'm ready."

The stage was dark, the spotlight not yet on me. All anyone could hear was my heels on the wooden stage and the ambient music Alastor's shadows were playing. However, the music stops when Charlie's voice comes through the speakers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! I present to you, our friend (y/n) preforming Bad Romance!" The blonde announces excitedly.

The spotlight pops on, shining right in my face. Now with it on, I could see Alastor, Angel, Husker, Nifty, and Vaggie sitting at the table right in front of the stage. Charlie goes and sits next to Vaggie as the music starts.

Vaggie requested the Halestorm cover of the song, the guitar rifts interrupting the silence. I put my hand on the mic stand and start.

Want your bad romance

Angel gives me a thumbs up and then nudges the Radio Demon's shoulder with a smirk.

I want your ugly, I want your disease

I want your everything as long as its free

I want your love

Love, love, love I want your love

I start getting into the music, especially seeing everyone's reassuring smiles, including Husk, which surprised me a bit.

I want your drama, the touch of your hand

I want your leather studded kiss in the sand

I want your love

Love, love, love, I want your love

Demons in the crowd wolf whistled, others clapping gently. My friends clapped a bit as well, mainly Charlie and Angel, them knowing my feelings for the deer demon for a long time. I pulled the mic from the stand, leaning forward, looking into the red eyes of Alastor.

You know that I want you, and you know that I need you

I want it bad, a bad romance

I stand back up to my full height and belt the song as well as I could, finally feeling the rest of my anxiety slip away.

I want your love and I want your revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

I want your love and all your lovers' revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

I lean my head back to the ceiling, stabilizing myself as best as I could, belting the oh's to my full potential.

Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh

Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh

Caught in a bad romance

Want your bad romance...

Want your bad romance

The guitar rift plays again, my friends and other demons cheering for me. Alastor himself looked pleased, his ever present smile as wide as ever.

I want your horror

I want your design

'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine

I want your love

Love, love, love

I want your love

This is probably the most confident I've felt in a while, I felt hot. Though having dozens of demon eyes on me is a bit unsettling.

I want your psycho, your vertigo stick

Want you in my room when

Your baby is sick!

I want your love

Love, love, love

I want your love

I lean forward again, glancing at everyone.

You know that I want you, and you know that I need you

I want it bad, a bad romance

Sitting up again I hop off the stage, walking sensually around the room.

I want your love and I want your revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

I want your love and all your lovers' revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

Leaning my head back again I belt out the oh's

Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh

Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh

Caught in a bad romance

Want your bad romance....

Want your bad romance

I make my way back to the table containing my friends, putting my hand on the table in front of them and leaning against the white cloth.

Want your bad romance

I want your love, and I want your revenge

I want your love - I don't wanna be friends!

I look into the Radio Demon's eyes.

Je veux ton amour

Et je veux ta revenche

Je veux ton amour

I dont wanna be friends

I smirked, seeing mild surprise cross Alastor's face, he never knew I spoke some French until now.

I dont wanna be friends

No i dont wanna be friends!

Want your bad romance

Want your bad romance!!

I back up from their table, using the break in lyrics to get back to the stage.

I want your love, and I want your revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

I gesture to Alastor and myself along with the lyrics.

I want your love and all your lovers' revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh

Caught in your bad romance

Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh

Caught in your bad romance

Want your bad romance

The music ends and my friends stand and clap, causing more to do so. Whether it was because they actually enjoyed it or they were scared to not knock for a friend of the Radio Demon, I didn't care.

I put the mic back on the stand, waving to my audience and heading to the back of the stage. As I walk to the back, I hear the voice of Charlie, "wasn't she amazing ladies and gentlemen?"

While fixing my make up I hear a knock on the door. With a "come in" Alastor walks in the room. "That was fantastic my dear!"

I smile, "thanks Al, I'm glad you liked it."

A smirk etched in his features, he makes his mic disappear and puts his gloved hands behind his back. Alastor leaned forward, "so, Darling, you want my bad romance?" He teases.

A blush dusts my cheeks, "it was a song Al." Trying to play it off as just a preformance.

"Don't lie my dear, that's not nice." He said making me scoff. "Besides, Angel told me you were singing that for me." His smirk grows wider.

My blush deepens, "God dammit Angel." I rub my forehead. "Okay, it was for you."

Alastor just chuckles, leaning in close to me, softly kissing me. I feel my ears get soft and I smile into the kiss.

The deer demon pulls away, holding out his hand for me to take, which I gladly take. He leads me out of the dressing room and walks me back to the table, surely ready to endure Angel's teasing.

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night-market-if · 2 years

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Part 21

Paper Lanterns is a community based IF game here on Tumblr. I need something to fuel the creative fires while I chip away at The Night Market demo, and I want to give you all a little something in the meantime. Here’s how it will work.

I will post a snipped under the cut every few days. At the end of the post will be three options. Comment below or send me an ask if you would rather be anonymous, over which route you would like to see. I will tally them up and write the majority option and post it in the following days. From there, we repeat the process until we, as a community, have crafted our story.

Please reblog and share this with others. The more people we have participating, the more fun I think this can be for us.

Winner of last vote: Take Rat to Hazel's

Swiping a hand down your face, you can feel the way your body shakes. A child. A fucking child. The retreating sounds of footsteps splashing in the water echo in your ears as you watch the boy before you grow more and more pale. You knew that helping him was going to mean you’d lose out on this opportunity. But maybe you could come back? When you knew the kid was safe?

It was a hope you tried to cling to as you scooped ‘Rat’ up in your arms. Though you knew it was not going to end well for you.

Tucking the bundle of rags close, you exited the alley, ignoring the looks you received as you quickly made your way through the Spice District.

“Is that Rat?” One of the vendors, you weren’t sure which, called out in concern. It didn’t matter. You couldn’t stop. Stopping to explain was going to do absolutely nothing except ensure that there was a dead kid in your arms. No one here would be able to help, after all. You knew you were taking him to the only person that would know how.

“Stay with me, okay?” you whispered to the kid. “I’m going to get you help.” There was no response from inside the rags, but you could feel the slight pulse of breath beneath your palms. “You shouldn’t be out here anyway,” you tell him, slightly hysterical. “This isn’t really a place for a kid.”

Turning down Hazel’s alley, you could feel the ghosts that lingered in the burnt out shops around you. Their eyes were ticking towards what you held, ready to claim another soul. Eager for company. You ignored the eyes you could see peering at you from the shadows, victims of a long ago crime that had never been able to let go. They were pressing forward tonight, calling to you, beckoning for you to step just a little closer.

You ignored them, rushing down the smokey corridor until you burst into the clear, fresh air of Hazel’s garden. You wasted no time going through the gate and into the shop. Hazel was at the counter, wrapping her orders for the day.

“Back already? I thought it would at least be…” the smile faded from her face.

You walked past her to a small table near the back where you, her and Malcolm often played cards. Knocking aside the few books and the morning remnants of tea that still gathered there, you laid the boy down. His eyes were closed now and his breathing shallow.

Hazel gathered bandages and herbs without question before rushing to your side and pushing you out of the way.

“I don’t know where he’s hurt,” you say softly. There was blood on your hands. It was drying under your nails. “He was taking me to the gate and was just a little ways ahead and then…” When Hazel brushed aside the layers of clothe, a deep stab wound was carved into the boy's side. It looked jagged and puffy, and you didn’t know if that was the kind of wound that was only going to fester until those final breaths or if Hazel would be able to conduct a miracle.

“Did you see the attacker or the weapon used?” Hazel asked. She was busying herself with a few jars, packing herbs and foul smelling pastes into a compress.

“No.” You leaned against the support beam of the shop, looking at the face of your informant. It didn’t make sense. He was young. Much younger than you or Hazel, by far. It wasn’t even that he had a youthful face. You could see it, now that the rags were torn clear. He was nothing more than a boy. Couldn’t even be over thirteen. Your stomach rolled with sick.

“This is going to hurt, so I’ll need you to hold his hands down,” Hazel’s voice was flat, her expression determined. It took you a much longer moment to move, but you did as she said, not knowing Hazel to have steered you wrong yet.

Kneeling by the table, you took the thin wrists in your hands, pinning them down. When Hazel started packing the wound with the different salves she had mixed, Rat’s green eyes shot open, his back bowing off the table in a silent scream. Hazel didn’t flinch. You know you turned away, but her own gaze was determined as she worked quickly, a soft glow of pale gold encircling the wound. When Rat slumped back down on the table, his eyes were closed again, his breathing even.

You looked at Hazel, feeling your heart thud against your chest. She sat back on her haunches, coils of brown hair having fallen in front of her now ashen face. “Can you do me a favor?” she asked. You could only nod. “Can you close up the shop for the day? I don’t think I have it in me to do much more.” Already, you could see her eyes drooping.

“Is he going to be…?”

She nodded. “He should make it through. You got him here quick enough.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, letting the boy go. You could feel your own body vibrating with adrenaline and knew that despite the danger having passed, you were still threaded through with a live wire, ready to fly apart at any moment.

Going to the door, you went to go flip the sign to closed, intent on getting both Rat and Hazel situated before contacting Malcolm. You needed to deal with the gate, but you didn’t feel comfortable leaving them here on their own either.

The door flung open before you could touch it, slamming against the wall in a loud crack. It sent you stumbling back as you looked up at the figures standing in the doorway. Their faces were cast in shadow, the dim light of the shop covering them as they hovered on the other side of the threshold. You could see them ticking their eyes past your shoulder and down towards Hazel, who was slumped on the floor.

“Fuck,” you muttered. The sheen of their red velvet coats became more apparent the longer you looked at them. You were going to be arrested. You had been seen running through the market with a wounded child, blood coating your hands. It wasn’t a good image, and the Velvet Guard rarely asked questions before jumping to their own conclusions. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you stepped forward, hoping to explain to them what had actually happened. They didn’t even look at you, though.

“Hazel Albright, you are under arrest.”

Voting closed! Part 22 here

Get in their way and demand why

Try to stop them from coming further into the shop. The Velvet Guard were not known to listen to reason.

Take the blame for whatever crime they were about to accuse her of.

Letting you all know, the Velvet Guard is not exactly known to listen to reason. :)

Please check out the Night Market demo linked below if you haven't already. Reblogs and feedback are also love! Also, there is a Paper Lanterns discord now. Click the link below to join.

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#paper lanterns #community if #community fun #the night market #hazel albright #the velvet guard are terrible people

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belphiespillowtalk · 2 years

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❣ Side Characters: When you do their makeup

Lord Diavolo

Makeup look: Burgundy, golden halo smokey-eye.

- His excitement and curiosity gets the best of him the second you ask him if you give him a makeover. It's like as if a child demon possessed him.

- He can be quite a headache to give a makeover since he tends to move a lot. He is so used to people fixing his appearance for him even when he's doing something. However, he never really got a full glam makeover before so you have to constantly remind him to stay still.

- Turns into Asmo the second you show him the final results. You'll catch him staring at himself through a hand mirror throughout the day, admiring his new look.

- Even though he admires the eye makeup, he cannot stop staring at his plump, glossy dark red tinted lips.

- "y/n...why do I feel like I'm more than royalty? I don't feel like my usual self, I feel more fabulous if I were to be honest. Y/N! You're skills are truly magnificent!"

Barbatos

Makeup look: A simple teal and black gradient eye makeup.

- He's quite hesitant at first but nonetheless, he agrees to it.

- He's actually really impressed with your skills and passion for cosmetics. You'd definitely get praises from this guy.

- He adores the "winged liner" that fades into the black eyeshadow and asks you how you did it because he has never seen anything like it before. He appreciates your blending skills. Man, we really do love Barbatos.

- He puckers his lips every other second, admiring his now plum tinted colored lips and how glossy it is.

- "You are gifted, y/n. I hope to see you thrive one day because of your talent." we love a supportive bf.

Solomon

Makeup look: A simple cream to brown gradient eye shadow look, for the base, with a graphic eyeliner look.

- He finds it exciting since he's never really gotten offered a make over in his entire life.

- He asks various questions on the different make up products that you use. He's definitely the type to giggle because of the unfamiliar feeling of the different makeup products being applied to his face.

- He's left astonished. How can a makeup look seem so simple yet so complex simultaneously? What type of magic did you use?

- He's that type of bf to lean forward with his lips puckered, indicating that he wants a kiss while you apply lipstick on him.

- "How did you do this sharp MaScAra thing on my eye? It's so straight. You have to tell me how."

- "Do you mean eyeliner?"

- "Mascara, eyeliner, whatever it is."

Simeon

Makeup look: Blue and metalic teal cut crease eye makeup look. (Blended brown eyeshadow on the outer corner and crease of the eye, as the base), with a short white graphic liner from the inner corer till the end of the cut crease.

- He's always willing to try something new with you so he immediately agrees. Just like all the other guys, he's never had someone give him a full glam makeover so he's excited.

- He loves how precise and how colorful it turns out to be. He pays attention to the details and appreciates every single one of them.

- His favorites would definitely be the eye makeup, along with the highlighter on his cheekbones.

- He's amazed on how much it emphasizes his face and how it makes certain facial features of his, pop out.

- "I would be lying if I said I don't feel like the prettiest diva right now."

(PLATONIC)

Luke

Makeup look: A simple yellow and blue eye makeup look (a small patch of bubblegum pink applied on the inner corner), with a simple puppy liner.

- Excited asf. Much like his teacher- I mean, Simeon, he wants to try new things. However, he'll only accept if he gets to give YOU a makeover afterwards.

- Let's just say he adores the entire look. He's amazed by how shiny and colorful his face looks.

- You have to tell him not to scratch or wipe his face but it'll be quite hard for him since the feeling of makeup is quite uncomfortable when it's your first time.

- As much as he dislikes those who are vain, he can't help but stare at himself in the mirror because of how different, but vibrant he looks.

- "Woahhhhhhhh, y/n, I'm a doll now"

- You'd have to teach him the different makeup products and explain what their purposes are when it's his turn to give you a makeover.

#obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me side characters #obey me! diavolo #obey me! barbatos #obey me! solomon #obey me! simeon #obey me! luke #otome game

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kikiwhataboutthatbrendon · 3 years

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There's No Shame In Being

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29339106/chapters/74770779

The mind wanders for the lost while life passes by.

Tubbo exhales a long suffering sigh into the dirt and grass his face is pressed into. An emptiness claws at his chest and closes up his throat as he curls further into himself. It's the dead of night and Tubbo is lying in the middle of his forest, not too far from his house that he'd left hours ago. Closed flowers sway in muted colors under shadows and dappled white light. The forest is quiet despite everything alive that Tubbo knows lurks in the night. And yet, his creations can feel his sadness, and stay hidden out of respect. An involuntary whimper crawls up his throat, Tubbo swallows his sorrows, and finally gives in.

"Universe," he whispers to the world, "can you please see me."

His hands twist in the soft grass he's lying in, he calls louder. 'Universe!" His voice echoes through the forest. "I need to speak with you!"

He waits, silent, taking in the sound of crickets and swaying branches. Tubbo's about to call out again when a gentle hand runs through his hair and a sweet voice washes over him.

"I'm here." She tells him quietly, feeling Tubbo tremble beneath her touch.

Something in Tubbo breaks when the comforting feeling of void washes over him, causing his shoulders to shake. "I don't know what's wrong with me." He confesses with a sob. "I've been feeling like this for so long and I want it to stop."

The universe rubs at the base of his horns, feeling the world wilt around them. “There’s nothing wrong with you.” She mummers. “You’re just lonely.”

Tubbo opens his eyes, tears spilling onto the ground as he looks into the darkness. “But that doesn't snake sense!” He cries, confusion and sadness clouding his mind. “I have friends and people who visit but… they're not close enough, I want someone to love differently than them.”

The Universe sighs, biting her lip in thought, before giving in to her idea. “Life,” she says softly, “you're going to help me do something no one besides Creation has witnessed.”

Tubbo sits up, turning to look at The Universe. Her crystalline white eyes show warmth and love in them as he looks on. He wipes at his tears, taking a deep breath while The Universe waits for him. “What are we doing?” He asks, clearing his throat.

“You’re going to help me create a god.” She tells him.

Tubbo’s jaw drops, he begins to stutter through his response. “W-what? How are we- I’m-” He stops, looking into the middle distance before turning back to The Universe. “Were… gonna make me a friend?”

She chuckles and nods then motions for Tubbo to sit next to her. “It’s easy to create a god but difficult to manifest them into existence.” She tells him as he settles next to her side. “It’ll eventually get to the point where they’ll create themselves, but you can help me make them.”

The Universe crosses her legs then rests her arms on her knees, palms up. “So, where do you want to start?”

Tubbo hums, wiping at his eyes again while looking around his forest, settling on a patch of puffy allium. “Well he’s got to like flowers.” He tells her.

The Universe giggles, closing her eyes. “He’s got to like flowers?” She asks, clarifying.

“Oh,” Tubbo says, “yeah I suppose he.”

The Universe hums, moving her hands to curve towards each other. Stars sparkle between her fingers, Tubbo marvels at the sight.

“What’s next?” She questions, feeling reality push against her fingertips.

“He’s got to be fun,” Tubbo says confidently, “he’s gonna be unique, I can already tell, he’ll be smart too, but in the Phil and Techno way.”

She laughs, pouring all of Tubbo’s wishes into their creation. “What do you think he’s gonna look like?” The Universe questions, already feeling the ghost of a body settling before her.

Tubbo sighs, wracking his brain. “Um, well red and green has always been mine and Tommy’s thing.” He says, remembering his best friend. “They… red and green kinda reflect how things are like with Tommy and I, I’d like things to be a little more black and white with my new friend.” He expresses thoughtfully.

The Universe takes a twist on his words, running her thumb down the center of the face beneath her hands, gently swiping her hands over both of his eyelids.

Tubbo looks up at the sky, continuing his train of thought. “I also think he’d be very dapper compared to Tommy’s…” He trails off, face twisting into distaste. “Racoon-like tendencies.”

The Universe wheezes, eyes opening to shoot Tubbo an incredulous look. He tears his eyes away from the stars, meeting her gaze with a smile. “What?” He asks, mischief in his expression.

The Universe shakes her head, grinning herself. “For as majestic as I attempted to make him he’s still described as a trash panda by his best friend.”

Tubbo nods rapidly, about to respond when he sees a solid body lying in The Universe’s lap. “Woah…” He shuffles closer, enraptured by the sight. The last smokey grey threads of the bodies suit stitch themselves together as Tubbo leans over him, staring at his face. Black and white skin is split perfectly down the middle of his face, two beautifully contrasting sides. Tubbo reaches out a hand to touch him and hesitates.

“It’s okay to touch him.” The Universe reasures. “You can make any changes to what I’ve done if you want.”

Tubbo nods then tentatively places a hand on the white side of his face, high on his cheekbone, just under his eye. He concentrates on creating in the same way he does every other living thing in this world. Tubbo slowly runs a hand over his cheek, as his hand moves black freckles appear on his skin, Tubbo quickly does the same in white on the other side of his face. He moves on to picking up his left hand, but stops, staring at his rounded fingertips.

“What are you thinking?” The Universe questions, silently creating the same freckles over his arms.

“I was thinking of creating this kind of… creature… a while ago.” Tubbo tells her, continuing to stare at his fingers. “I was gonna call it an Enderman, and… I kinda wanna make them after this, cause he looks a lot like one.”

The Universe nods, moving her hands to cradle the body's head. “You can do whatever you like.” She reminds him.

Tubbo nods then pinches a white finger between his thumb and index, dragging it out to create a long, sharp claw. “He’s going to be kind.” Tubbo mummers while he works. “Above all he’ll stick to his morals, following his vices and virtues with confidence, believing in himself.”

The Universe looks to him, pride in her gaze. “Anything else?”

He meets her eyes as he finishes, nodding. “He shouldn't be perfect.” Tubbo says, voice unwavering. “No one deserves to carry the burden of perfection.”

She nods, looking down at the soon to be god, and smiles. “Now what shall you be the god of?” The Universe asks the body, looking down at closed eyes.

Tubbo senses that he should be quiet, so he takes the body's hand, holding it gently. The cold feels as comforting as it does haunting.

The Universe takes a breath, tipping back her head as she centers her being to hum at the same frequency as reality. Voices start to tickle her ear, she’s quick to realize she’s hearing memories. Happiness clashes with grief, giggling screams colliding with the sounds of war, all the while soft mummers of love confessions overlap with howls of strife. “I know what he’s the god of.” The Universe says, looking down again.

The Universe presses her forehead to the body’s then plants a quick kiss to the black side of his face. “You’ll be the God of the Mind.” She tells him, whispering. She moves to the white side of his face, repeating her actions. “You’ll be God of the Lost.” The Universe looks up at Tubbo, “Put your finger on his pulse point and rest your head on his chest.”

Tubbo quickly does so, taking Mind’s right in his left, thumb resting on where there should be a beat. He lays his head on Mind’s chest, feeling calm and excited, waiting for what’s to happen.

The Universe puts her fingers over Mind’s cheeks, gaze full of love, taking a steadying breath. She feels for the stars, the edge of reality, what gives her the power to be, and she feels warmth underneath her fingertips when the steady beat of wings sounds in her head.

Tubbo’s eyes widen as a faint yet steady heartbeat thrums beneath his finger and his head moves with the first breath from the God of the Mind and The Lost.

Black and white eyelids flutter open to reveal shocking ruby red and acid green eyes. He finds The Universe’s soft smile and fond gaze, feeling a hand run over his cheek. “There you are.” She mutters.

He feels the hand gasping his and The Universe helps him sit up. Tubbo regretfully pulls himself off of Mind’s chest and looks him in the eyes, still holding Mind’s hand tight. They stare at one another, similar feelings of wonder coursing through them.

Tubbo cautiously reaches his right hand up to rest against Mind’s cheek, watching in awe as Mind leans into his touch.

“You're…” Tubbo starts, overcome with exhilaration, “You’re incredible.”

Mind looks at him for a long moment then smiles. “Thank you.”

@hermits-that-craft

#tubbo #ranboo #kristen #mumza #dream smp #gods au #divinity hidden from the stars

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kyra-song · 3 years

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Here is entire chapter! Tubbo and Ranboo fluff. Small stuff before the thing, Kristen is The Universe, Tubbo is the God of Life. Tubbo can create anything, but man's can't make an immortal. Human, demons, monsters, hybrids, but he cannot keep them alive. That's up to Death. So, here you are my love!

Tubbo exhales a long-suffering sigh into the dirt and grass his face is pressed into. An emptiness claws at his chest and closes up his throat as he curls further into himself. It's the dead of night and Tubbo is lying in the middle of his forest, not too far from his house that he'd left hours ago. Closed flowers sway in muted colors under shadows and dappled white light. The forest is quiet despite everything alive that Tubbo knows lurks in the night. And yet, his creations can feel his sadness and stay hidden out of respect. An involuntary whimper crawls up his throat. Tubbo swallows his sorrows, and finally gives in.

"Universe," he whispers to the world, "can you please see me."

His hands twist in the soft grass he's lying in, he calls louder. "Universe!" His voice echoes through the forest. "I need to speak with you!"

He waits, silent, taking in the sound of crickets and swaying branches. Tubbo's about to call out again when a gentle hand runs through his hair and a sweet voice washes over him.

"I'm here." She tells him quietly, feeling Tubbo tremble beneath her touch.

The universe rubs at the base of his horns, feeling the world wilt around them. “There’s nothing wrong with you.” She mummers. “You’re just lonely.”

Tubbo opens his eyes, tears spilling onto the ground as he looks into the darkness. “But that doesn't make sense!” He cries, confusion and sadness clouding his mind. “I have friends and people who visit but… they're not close enough, I want someone to love differently than them.”

The Universe sighs, biting her lip in thought, before giving in to her idea. “Life,” she says softly, “you're going to help me do something no one besides Creation has witnessed.”

“You’re going to help me create a god.” She tells him.

The Universe crosses her legs then rests her arms on her knees, palms up. “So, where do you want to start?”

Tubbo hums, wiping at his eyes again while looking around his forest, settling on a patch of puffy allium. “Well, he’s got to like flowers.” He tells her.

The Universe giggles, closing her eyes. “He’s got to like flowers?” She asks, clarifying.

“Oh,” Tubbo says, “yeah I suppose he.”

The Universe hums, moving her hands to curve towards each other. Stars sparkle between her fingers, Tubbo marvels at the sight.

“What’s next?” She questions, feeling reality push against her fingertips.

“He’s got to be fun,” Tubbo says confidently, “he’s gonna be unique, I can already tell, he’ll be smart too, but in the Phil and Techno way.”

She laughs, pouring all of Tubbo’s wishes into their creation. “What do you think he’s gonna look like?” The Universe questions, already feeling the ghost of a body settling before her.

Tubbo sighs, wracking his brain. “Um, well red and green have always been mine and Tommy’s thing.” He says, remembering his best friend. “They… red and green kinda reflect how things are like with Tommy and me, I’d like things to be a little more black and white with my new friend.” He expresses thoughtfully.

The Universe takes a twist on his words, running her thumb down the center of the face beneath her hands, gently swiping her hands over both of his eyelids.

Tubbo looks up at the sky, continuing his train of thought. “I also think he’d be very dapper compared to Tommy’s…” He trails off, face twisting into distaste. “Racoon-like tendencies.”

The Universe wheezes, eyes opening to shoot Tubbo an incredulous look. He tears his eyes away from the stars, meeting her gaze with a smile. “What?” He asks, mischief in his expression.

The Universe shakes her head, grinning to herself. “For as majestic as I attempted to make him, he's still described as a trash panda by his best friend.”

Tubbo nods rapidly, about to respond when he sees a solid body lying in The Universe’s lap. “Woah…” He shuffles closer, enraptured by the sight. The last smokey grey threads of the body's suit stitch themselves together as Tubbo leans over him, staring at his face. Black and white skin is split perfectly down the middle of his face, two beautifully contrasting sides. Tubbo reaches out a hand to touch him and hesitates.

“It’s okay to touch him.” The Universe reassures. “You can make any changes to what I’ve done if you want.”

Tubbo nods and tentatively places a hand on the white side of his face, high on his cheekbone, just under his eye. He concentrates on creating in the same way he does every other living thing in this world. Tubbo slowly runs a hand over his cheek, as his hand moves black freckles appear on his skin, Tubbo quickly does the same in white on the other side of his face. He moves on to pick up his left hand, but stops, staring at his rounded fingertips.

“What are you thinking?” The Universe questions, silently creating the same freckles over his arms and mottling the split down his face.

“I was thinking of creating this kind of… creature… a while ago,” Tubbo tells her, continuing to stare at his fingers. “I was gonna call it an Enderman, and… I kinda wanna make them after this, cause he looks a lot like one.”

The Universe nods, moving her hands to cradle the body's head. “You can do whatever you like.” She reminds him.

Tubbo nods and pinches a white finger between his thumb and index, dragging it out to create a long, sharp claw. “He’s going to be kind.” Tubbo mummers while he works. “Above all he’ll stick to his morals, following his vices and virtues with confidence, believing in himself.”

He moves back to the body’s face, gently pushing back his upper lip to press against canines and draw them out into fangs. "He'll doubt himself, just as everyone does." Tubbo says, sitting on his heels for a moment before going back to copy what he'd done to the body’s lower canines. "But he'll come around to the idea that he's loved, because he will be." He finishes his statement with an affirming nod while looking back on his work.

The Universe looks to him, pride in her gaze. “Anything else?”

He meets her eyes as he finishes, nodding. “He shouldn't be perfect,” Tubbo says, voice unwavering. “No one deserves to carry the burden of perfection.”

She nods, looking down at the soon-to-be god, and smiles. “Now what shall you be the god of?” The Universe asks the body, looking down at closed eyes.

Tubbo senses that he should be quiet, so he takes the body's hand, holding it gently. The cold feels as comforting as it does haunting.

The Universe presses her forehead to the body then plants a quick kiss on the black side of his face. “You’ll be the God of the Mind.” She tells him, whispering. She moves to the white side of his face, repeating her actions. “You’ll be God of the Lost.” The Universe looks up at Tubbo, “Put your finger on his pulse point and rest your head on his chest.”

Tubbo quickly does so, taking Mind’s right in his left, thumb resting on where there should be a beat. He lays his head on Mind’s chest, feeling calm and excited, waiting for what’s to happen.

Tubbo’s eyes widen as a faint yet steady heartbeat thrums beneath his finger and his head moves with the first breath from the God of the Mind and The Lost.

He feels the hand grasping him and The Universe helps him sit up. Tubbo regretfully pulls himself off of Mind’s chest and looks him in the eyes, still holding Mind’s hand tight. They stare at one another, similar feelings of wonder coursing through them.

Tubbo cautiously reaches his right hand up to rest against Mind’s cheek, watching in awe as Mind leans into his touch.

“You're…” Tubbo stutters, overcome with exhilaration, “You’re incredible.”

Mind looks at him for a long moment then smiles.

BREAD HOW ARE YOU SO TALENTED I LOVE IT

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briandthemoon · 4 years

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~ Uploading this WIP here too! ~ {You can see both on my deviantArt too [same username], but with some of the original ideas and thoughts.} So uh, I did what I do best and shoved two things I love and have been hyperfocusing on for the last month together: Sanders Sides and RWBY.

I’ve been binging @thatsthat24 ‘s Sanders Sides videos and fan comics for the last month or so and by god, it’s really lifted my mood. I’m gonna work to get them all lined and coloured soon, but since I’ll be travelling in the next week, I’ll likely have paper sketches and such to upload if I’m lucky.

As for this AU, say hello to Team RNBO [Rainbow]! This is what I have so far in terms of character information; [putting it under a readmore, please do have a look!]

Roman De La Rosa:

- Semblance: "Picture This" - the ability to conjure an item proportional to the positive emotions he alone is feeling. So the happier and more creative he feels, the better.

- Weapons: “Armas Y Rosas“, a gauntlet-gun [armas] and a rosen rapier sword [rosas]. It’s literally just a Guns N Roses joke.

Virgil Nightshade:

- Black Cat Faunus. I didn’t realise til too late how similar to Blake he is but honestly, idc, I love him.

- Semblance: "Panic Room" - the ability to conjure a small isolated, soundproof space to trap someone in. Including himself in times of distress.

- Weapons: “Atropa” and “Solanum”, two knives with dust vials that attach to the end to infuse the metal. He usually uses Gravity Dust because 1) aesthetic and 2) if you have gravity defying Dust? Thats a cool escape my guy.

Logan Blu-Berrie:

- Semblance: “Blu-Screen of Death” - the ability to perform computer-esque functions via summons, i.e. attacking someone with a text box he just conjured, or browsing data and memories on a summoned screen for accuracy.

- Weapon: “Crofter”, a staff-spear that uses projection similar to Velvet’s weapon to form blades when needed. I.E. turning the staff into an axe or hammer or even forming a fishing line. [Looking at this whole thing, Logan wound up giving me big Scottish vibes in this AU and I’m SO for it.]

Patton Opal:

- Labrador Faunus, best boy 1000/10, didn’t have to re-work his design at all, what a madlad

- Semblance: "New Trick" - the ability to mark a person and be able to find them via a boosted scent marker. So far Roman smells like strawberries and creme, Virgil smells like smokey wood, and Logan smells like jam. And yes, Patton has tried tracking himself. He smells of vanilla cookies.

Weapon: “Storge”, a shield - axe combo. Mostly used in the shield position unless he’s forced to be active in a fight. Tried to give this weapon BIG Rose Quartz Shield Vibes.

Remus Pepinillo:

- for those wondering, he threw out the De La Rosa name when he left the family to go eat deoderants without judgement. And to go cause havoc.

- Semblance: “Can’t Be Unseen” - Similar to Roman’s semblance, Remus can conjure items but instead based upon other people’s negative emotions directed at him. So things like disgust and fear directed at him make him stronger.

- Weapon: “Asqueroso”, a mace that can be wielded in pole form or as a chain flail. The name literally is just the spanish for “Disgusting”.

“Deceit“:

- Python faunus. Pretty obvious there. As for a name, I’ll work with whatever becomes canon, tbh. His hat snake isn’t real, it’s just a design, but he has named his hat “Monty”.

- Semblance: “Trust in Me” - Deceit can mimic someone else’s voice to the point of being hypnotic in some cases.

- Weapon: “Kaa”, a microphone that can amplify sounds to use as ammo, or can be combined with dust vials for other effects, such as fire breathing or ice breath. This is absolutely where Virgil got the idea for his knives.

~~ Little Things In Their Designs Collectively~~

- So mostly Roman and Virgil had a revamp and got added or changed details. I’m personally loving the rose decals for Roman, and the fact that Virgil has to keep sewing his hoodie pocket sides back up because he keeps knee-jerk whipping out his knives and catching them on the sides. Also freckles. I cannot stress enough how much I needed to give one of these cute lil guys freckles.

- Logan and Patton really didn’t change much; Patton came out perfect the first time, and Logan just needed some proportion adjustments. Later I went and added friendship bracelets to each design because I do not believe for a second that Patton wouldn’t make them team bracelets. The card suit beads was just an addition that I added because I am the artist and none of you can stop me from adding the tiniest of references to Homestuck Quadrants.

- For Roman and Remus, I wanted them to have similar poses but good god, it was still hard to draw Remus’s hands. They look so good in the end though so I’m good with ‘em. I also might give him a little top hat or something at some point and see how it looks, I dunno.

- As for Deceit, I had a bit of trouble trying to pin down his design at first, but once I rolled with the allusions to Kaa from Jungle Book, it went far easier. I quite like that I added the poisonous needles in the bottom of his boots as a “sting in the tail” kind of thing.

- Talking about inspirations and such, Roman, Virgil, and Patton are pretty much just colour based; Roman being red roses [his name literally being Roman of the Rose] as a symbol of romance of course, with Virgil’s whole motif being Edgey and thus going with nightshade purple as his colour, and finally with Patton, his name took me the longest to work out, but Opal seemed to fit really well, and considering it represents Love and Loyalty? Come on, I had to.

- As for Logan, Deceit, and Remus, they all got more story links worked in somehow without me really realising. Logan was really unexpected, but between the Crofters’ Jam link and the blue colours, he gave me sort of Little Boy Blue vibes, and also via the name Logan being Scottish in origin and yknow, everythign else I mentioned? Yeah. I will definitely be adding celtic flair to his design when its coloured. Deceit is more obvious; Kaa was a good choice in influence that I noticed halfway through and just buckled down on. For Remus, he bounced around a bit between Maleficent and Dr Facilier, but in the end, I figured the Shadow Man was a better fit. Also his surname is literally just the Spanish for “Pickle” or “Gherkin”.

- Final info, if people are wondering, they’d all be centred on Huntsman training at Beacon, but in terms of where they’re from;

Roman and Remus would be from Atlas, obviously. That place spits out rich kids with issues like it’s quickfire Uno.

Virgil would be from Mantle; it’s pretty obviously one of the more run down and hard to live in areas, plus that’d set up the in this universe initial animosity between Roman and Virgil.

Logan is from Vale, so he’s a Beacon native. I considered him being from Atlas because of their tech. However, Vale won me over with Logan’s european influences and such.

Patton would be from Vacuo. I know its a weird choice, but hey, it’s full of faunus and it just fit a bit better than Menagerie or Mistral.

Speaking of, Deceit is 100% Menagerie born, but Mistral bred. He often tells people different conflicting origin stories, and won’t even tell his name to ex-buddy Virgil or ‘best buddy’ Remus.

I think that’s everything so far!!

I dunno if everyone else is as hype to see what comes of all this as I am, but either way I’m going to have fun doing it. <3

_______ PLEASE DO NOT: - repost my art at all - you are not permitted to line or colour this art - you are not permitted to use this art as an icon or profile pic - do not steal these designs, I put a lot of work into them ;; _______ Sanders Sides (c) @thatsthat24 RWBY (c) Monty Oum & Rooster Teeth The sketches belong to me.

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drinkthepoisonedchalice · 3 years

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Sacrifice

This ficlet was written in response to @writethisacc on twitter’s Halloween prompt “sacrifice”

Jimin had to admit, he rather liked Jeongguk’s habit of suddenly appearing in his bed. Usually he would show up when Jimin was lazing about in his mountain of pillows, hands immediately seeking skin, rousing Jimin from his doze and demanding his attention. Jimin wasn’t in his bed this time though, but rather was sat at his vanity applying a deep purple smokey eye when Jeongguk popped into existence, fully dressed for once in his preferred style of black leather and clunky boots, perched on the edge of Jimin's bed.

“We should go get some coffee,” the demon said by way of greeting.

Jimin spared him a glance over his shoulder before reaching for his glitter pallet. “Why, are you tired? What am I saying? You don’t sleep.” Jeongguk met his eyes in the mirror of his vanity, dark and black and bottomless. “I don’t think we have time. The party starts in half an hour. I can make you a cup before we leave.”

“You should be careful about the things you give demons. Even an offering like a cup of coffee could be used to tie you to them for life.”

Jimin snorted. “I gave you a blowjob last night, does that mean I’m eternally bound to you now?”

Jeongguk looked away, a hint of tongue poking through his cheek as his eyebrows furrowed. “You know I’d bind you to me the moment you let me.”

Jimin sighed as he stood up. Jeongguk always got fussy like this even though he was the one who persistently brought the topic up. “Sorry, Jeonggukie,” Jimin said as he made his way to stand between the other man’s knees, one hand reaching out to brush one of his curly black locks out of his face, “I much prefer having you show up in my bed to spending the rest of my life as your acolyte running all of your hellish errands.”

Jeongguk’s hands easily found Jimin’s hips. “Just because you’re my acolyte doesn’t mean I can’t take you to bed,” he growled as he pulled Jimin into his lap. Jimin went willingly, graciously accepting the burning kiss Jeongguk pressed to his lips. “Think of the power, Mimi,” Jeongguk said as his hands wandered down to Jimin’s thighs, squeezing the supple flesh hidden under Jimin’s slacks. “No more hiding in your sister’s shadow. I thought you wanted powers of your very own.”

Jimin hummed as Jeongguk detoured to press kisses against his jaw, down his neck. “I do. You know I do. I’m just not sure if I want them at the cost of dedicating my short mortal life to being your servant.”

Jeongguk licked at the base of his neck and Jimin shivered all the way down to his toes. “But you don’t have to be mortal. If I make you mine I get to dictate when you die.”

Jimin raised an unimpressed eyebrow, but Jeongguk was too busy nosing at his collar to see. “So I get to live until you get bored with me?”

Finally Jeongguk looked up at him, eyes as black and fathomless as night. “Who said I would get bored of you?”

Jimin swallowed. It took all of his effort to push at Jeongguk’s shoulders, feet returning to the floor. “Either way, there’s still more I need to learn before I can leave my coven.”

Jeongguk slouched back against the bed as Jimin returned to his vanity, only holding himself up with his elbows. “How much can you really learn without powers of your own?”

Jimin shot him a scathing glance in the mirror as he reached for his mascara. “Enough to be able to summon a demon, that’s for sure. Besides, you know my potions need work.”

Jeongguk sighed and flopped onto his back. “I can teach you potions. You just like to be difficult.”

“Or maybe I’m just not ready to leave my coven yet,” Jimin shot back, and even though he couldn’t see it he could practically feel Jeongguk rolling his eyes.

“Why are you even dragging me to this party again?”

Jimin capped his mascara with a smile. “It’s called irony, darling.”

Jungkook sighed as he pulled one of Jimin’s pillows closer to cradle it against his chest. “I call it boring. It’s Halloween. Let’s go to a haunted house.”

Now it was Jimin’s turn to roll his eyes as he lightly ran his highlight brush across his cheekbones. “Come on, Jeonggukie. You know tonight is more than just that. Witches have always performed a sacrifice on Samhain. Besides, tonight's party is literally about you. You can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to go to one of these things.”

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to see you guys sit in a circle and chant for an hour. Prime time entertainment right here, folks.”

“You’re such a brat,” Jimin hissed as he snapped his highlight container closed. “Look, we’ll go to my aunt’s house and eat and drink for a few hours, then we’ll cut open a goat and say a few spells and be home in time for me to choke on your dick for twenty minutes before I go to bed.”

“Twenty minutes,” Jeongguk scoffed.

Jimin pouted at his reflection in the mirror. “You know my jaw starts to hurt after too long.”

Jimin blinked and Jeongguk was leaning over him, hands braced against the vanity desk as he loomed over Jimin, nose trailing down the witch’s cheek. “Then I guess I’ll just have to-”

Jimin’s bedroom door opened. Jimin turned his head to see his mother standing in the doorway. He didn’t have to look back at the mirror to know that Jeongguk was gone.

“Your sister and I are getting ready to leave,” Jimin’s mother said. She looked stunning in her long black dress, the silken fabric hugging her curves, her lips as red as sin. The silver crucifixes hanging from her ears and around her neck matched Jimin’s own. “Will you be riding with us?”

Jimin shook his head. “No, I’ll be meeting you there.”

From the twist of his mother’s lips he could tell that she didn’t approve, but she simply shrugged it off. “Don’t be too late.”

“I won’t,” Jimin promised as the door closed and Jeongguk was back again, his face buried in Jimin’s neck.

“Don’t tell me you were expecting to take the bike,” Jeongguk said, muffled into Jimin’s skin.

“Are you kidding me?” Jimin pushed the demon back so he could stand. “Of course we’re taking the bike.”

Jimin nearly salivated every time he saw Jeongguk’s Harley. It was sleek and black and sexy and Jimin practically purred along with the engine every time he got to ride it hanging on to Jeongguk’s back. After his mother and sister had left they strolled out to where the bike was conveniently located at the end of their driveway.

“So where are we headed tonight?” Jeongguk asked as he threw a leg over the bike, settling comfortably into the leather seat.

“My aunt Yeojin’s house. She’s the one the sacrifice is for, so she has to host.” Jimin mounted the bike behind Jeongguk, pressing up tight against the demon’s back. Jeongguk didn’t own helmets, which Jimin would have thought was reckless if it wasn’t for what Jeongguk was.

“And what is the old witch asking for tonight?” Jeongguk asked as he brought the bike to life underneath them.

“She wants an heir.” Jimin wound his arms around Jeongguk’s waist and held on tight. “She’s nearly at the age where she won’t be able to have children anymore, and none of her attempts to conceive have turned up. The coven decided that she was old enough to justify asking a demon for help.”

Jeongguk looked back at Jimin over his shoulder, his brow furrowed and lips drawn. “Asking for a baby, that’s...that’s a big spell.”

Jimin just smiled up at him and snuggled closer. “Maybe that’s why they’re asking such a powerful demon.”

Jeongguk just shook his head and turned them out of the parking lot.

Months ago, Jimin had summoned Jeongguk just to see if he could. He’d believed that he couldn’t, of course, not possessing powers like his mother and sister did, so when Jeongguk had shown up in the middle of the pentagram in Jimin’s basement he'd had no idea what he was actually planning to ask for. Not having thought he would actually get that far, when Jeongguk had asked him what he wanted Jimin had shrugged his shoulders and said, “to get laid, I guess.”

Jeongguk had smiled and then promptly bent Jimin over the altar and fucked him stupid. Jimin wasn’t really sure why Jeongguk kept coming back after that, but he’d also learned not to question good sex. If sometimes, between rounds, he and Jeongguk let slip bits and pieces about themselves then that was fine too. It was about two months into their arrangement that Jeongguk had pulled himself out of Jimin’s bed after an hour of edging him until he cried, thrown Jimin’s pants at him and told him they were going for coffee. The relationship had progressed from there, to the point where Jimin now had enough sway to drag Jeongguk with him to his aunt’s Halloween party.

They were a chatty bunch, his mother’s coven. Half of the night Jimin would be listening to his aunts prattle on about their daughters’ achievements, while the other half would be spent with said daughters on the back porch smoking herb and avoiding their mothers. Nonetheless, Jimin’s wine glass was never empty and his aunt Sowon’s pumpkin spice cake was to die for. Jeongguk behaved himself quite well too, letting the aunts gush over how handsome he was as Jimin took him on a turn about the room. It was his night after all, it only made sense for him to soak up praise from the women about to ask him for a baby.

The witching hour was close at hand when Jeongguk finally pulled him in with an arm around his waist and whispered into Jimin’s ear, “if I have to hear about little Hyunmi’s graduation ceremony one more time I’m going to set something on fire.”

Jimin just patted the demon on the chest. If his count was right, and it probably wasn’t, he was about six glasses of wine into the night and feeling all the lighter for it. When he leaned close to murmur back into Jeongguk’s ear he kept bumping his nose into the other man’s cheek. “Come on, I’ll give you a little preview of tonight’s entertainment.” He then took Jeongguk by the hand and led him out of the main party room, toward the other, deserted end of the house where the door to the basement was located.

The ritual area had already been prepared ahead of time, before the party even started. The candles lining the room and adorning the altars had already burned halfway down the wax, the usually barren cement walls covered in deep purple drapery. The center of the room was hollowed out, three steps leading down to the space where they would hang a goat from the ceiling and collect its blood before the entire coven joined together to paint the witch receiving the gift in their sacrifice. Jimin assumed that tonight they would all be painting aunt Yeojin’s womb red.

Something was different about tonight’s sacrifice though. Jimin pulled Jeongguk along behind him by the hand as he approached the table set up in the middle of the basement. Where there should be a chain over his head and a bucket at his feet there was instead a table covered in purple silk.

“That’s weird,” Jimin said as he began picking at the items on the table, an amethyst encrusted goblet, a set of thick leather restraints. “I’ve never seen the basement like this before.”

“I don’t think you’ll be sacrificing a goat tonight, Mimi,” Jeongguk said as his eyes roamed over the altars set up around the room. He stepped away to grab a bottle of wine resting among the chunks of amethyst and lavender incense and turned the label for Jimin to see. Jimin knew the vintage. It was aunt Yeojin’s favorite, a potent red that he had been drinking all night. The moment his glass was halfway empty one of his aunts had been filling it back up again.

Jimin ran his hand along the edge of the table, away from the goblet and the restraints and the cold silver dagger and towards the layers of purple fabric piled up at the end. He ran his hands across the soft fabric of the jacket, the silkiness of the button up shirt and the cummerbund. It was a suit, the same dark plum color as the rest of the decorations. It was his suit. His mother had bought it for him last month.

“No,” Jimin whispered, “they wouldn’t. They-”

“Tell me, Mimi, as you dragged me here, did it truly never cross your mind that you might be the sacrifice?”

When Jimin looked over at Jeongguk the demon met him with calm, steady eyes, a complete contrast to how Jimin’s heart was now jackrabbiting in his chest. “Jeongguk, we need to-”

The door to the basement opened. Jimin looked up to find his mother standing at the top of the stairs. He didn’t have to look back to know that Jeongguk was gone, he could feel it in the way his chest was caving in on itself, the way he struggled just to breathe.

His mother showed her surprise at his presence for just a moment, quickly slipping back into an air of unbothered serenity. “Oh,” she said, “you’re already here. Well, no matter, I suppose we can go ahead and start.”

“Mother, please,” Jimin took a step back, then another until his back hit the edge of the table, “you don’t have to-”

With a wave of her fingers his mother’s spell hit him in the chest, and everything went dark.

When Jimin came to he could feel a hand under his head lifting him up as the rim of a cup touched his lips. Jimin choked as warm liquid rushed into his mouth, his nose and throat burning as he tried to swallow the wine they were drowning him with.

“There you go, darling,” his aunt Yeojin said as she stood above him. She gently placed his head back on the table, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. Jimin recognized the ceiling above him, the chain hanging from it. He tried to move his arms to sit up but they were held to his body by thick leather restraints. Of what he could see of himself he knew he had been dressed in purple fabric, the suit his mother had bought him.

His aunts were surrounding him, moving about as they finished their preparations. He had seen them do this a hundred times before as he stood at the edge of the room, shoulder to shoulder with his cousins. Now he was looking up at them, catching glimpses of their pale faces under the hood of their cloaks. None of them would look back at him, none except his mother, who stopped at the head of the table to calmly pet his hair.

“Mother,” Jimin whispered. His voice shook, his body trembled. “Why?”

“Oh darling,” his mother cooed, “even you know that something cannot be created from nothing, and there is nothing equivalent to a human soul.”

Jimin could feel a wetness dampening his eyelashes, and his mother quickly wiped it away before it could ruin his mascara. “But why me?”

The smile his mother gave him was gentle, if condescending. “Because a witch’s powers can only be given to her daughters. What other purpose could you possibly serve besides this?”

“It’s time,” aunt Yeojin said, and Jimin’s mother quickly left his side.

Jimin knew how things would go from here. The witches, his coven, his aunts, joined hands around him. Incense of lavender and sage was thick in the air as they began their chant, invoking Jeongguk to hear them and bend to their will.

Jeongguk was already here though. Jimin could see him standing just behind his aunts, watching as Jimin squirmed and cried and trembled on the table. Their eyes met, Jimin's desperate, Jeongguk's dark and deep and endless.

"Jeonggukie," Jimin whimpered, "help me, please."

Jeongguk just shook his head. "I can't. I can't enter a witch's circle."

Jimin choked on a sob.

"But," the demon said, "I can give you the powers you need to help yourself."

Jimin's hands twisted in the purple silk beneath him. He could see the cold silver dagger in his aunts' hands, each giving it their blessing as it was passed around the circle. "I'll do anything, please," Jimin begged.

Jeongguk's smile was indulgent, victorious. "You know what you need to do. Say the words."

Jimin's breath hitched. The dagger was in his aunt Yeojin's hands now, receiving the final blessing. He looked into Jeongguk's eyes, willed the demon to pull him into those depths and keep him there. "I give myself to you. I'm yours. I'm all yours."

Aunt Yeojin sunk the dagger into Jimin's chest.

Jimin screamed.

His chest was burning. His body was burning. The flames jumped from his skin and consumed everything in their path. The women around him screamed, and Jimin squeezed his eyes shut.

When he opened them again Jeongguk was the only person left standing over him. The air was thick with smoke, and the back of Jimin’s mouth tasted like charred meat. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, no longer restrained by the leather bindings or even his suit. He touched a hand to his chest but there was no wound, no blood, just a scar that looked as if it had been there for years.

Jeongguk shrugged out of his leather jacket and draped the heavy material over Jimin’s shoulders. “Let’s go get some coffee.”

#jikook #kookmin #ficlet

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Mother’s Day

[Twin Snowflakes]

It’s early in the morning. Weiss has just woken up to something a bit out of the ordinary. Someone had picked her outfit out already. It was an office dress; nothing too special. Except it was pure black with a glittery red belt and a slit in the dress on the left side. What made it strange though was Someone placed her black wig and red contacts next to it.

Needless to say, she was intrigued and was going to wear it. In a matter of minutes she was walking through her hallways in it.

Bleiss:Hello!? Yo, my little rugrats?.....Babe? I know one of you has to awa-

She turned the corner to see Jaune in a dashing white business suit and an over the top decorative bow on his head that was held in place by ribbon that went over his body; complete with a note.

Bleiss:Well hey there sexy. Looking a bit finer than usual.

Jaune:And you look every bit as gorgeous as the day I met you; better in fact.

Bleiss:*red* Are you going to read that note for me handsome?

Jaune:*clears throat* “Dear Mother Goose-

Bleiss:*snorts* (These kids...)

Jaune: “Happy Mother’s Day! We took deliberately or persuading dad to put on the suit you bought for him and waking up early enough to make breakfast downstairs. We’ll be out the house until dinner time. With love, you little rugrats.”

Bleiss:Should we be concerned our children basically know what we- what I like to do when we have alone time?

Jaune:You’re not exactly subtle when you’re like this.

Bleiss:I can’t help that you’re so irresistible. Though I don’t get what’s up with my suit.

Jaune:That wasn’t them. It was all me. I already said this but...

He saunters over to Bleiss who can’t help but smirk as his hand reaches for her waist and pulls her closer.

Jaune:You look really gorgeous today.

Bleiss:Isn’t breakfast waiting for us?

Jaune:That look in your eyes tell me you aren’t that hungry.

Bleiss:Not for food, no. So you gonna kiss me already or-mmph!?

Her words were cut off by a deep and loving kiss. What a good way to start the morning.

xxxx

Nora woke up and did her usual morning routine. Shower, stretching, and her workout clothes. Time to start the day. She walked over to her bed and kissed her sleeping husband on the cheek “Bye sweetie.” Nora said, before heading out of the room.

She almost made it out of her home when something caught her eye. A light from another room was coming from around the corner. The kitchen? Nora made her way towards the kitchen and hit with the glorious smell of pancakes. A hardy stack of them in heart shapes were on the counter while Valerie was washing the pan that they were made in. The girl grabbed two forks and an obscene amount of syrup.

Nora:Well whay do we have here!? Color me impressed.

Valerie:Happy Mother’s Day. How about we also make it a cheat day?

Nora:I say we are going to need a hundred more pancakes before it counts as a cheat day.

Ren:*walks in* Then I guess you need a master chef.

Nora:Oh you’re awake!

Ren:*kisses her cheek* Today is a special day.

Valerie:Let’s chow down!

Ren and Nora:Yeah!

xxxx

knock knock knock

Ruby:*opens door* Hello-

Summer:*holding a cookie jar* We know this might be a bit weird but....

Nick:*holding Roses* You’re basically like a mom to us too.

Summer and Nick:So Happy Mo-

Ruby pulls both of them into a giant hug and holds them close. The twins look a little stunned at first before hearing Ruby sniffle softly. They not wrap their arms around her in a loving embrace.

Ruby:Thank you....

xxxx

Veronica:Hey mom? Can you come here real quick and help me with some fabric?

Blake:I’m a little busy at the moment.

Veronica:*pouts* It would really be appreciated. If you could help. It would only take second.

Blake:*walking in* If it’s that easy than why- shut the fuck up!!!! Is this....!?

In that moment, Blake remembered what today was. She had been so busy with work that it crossed her mind. Even if she never forgotten, Blake would’ve been happy with a card. Instead she stood in front of an elegant kunoichi inspired outfit. The base was black win a purple haze design that went around it as if to give it a smokey look. Dark purple was also the color of the hems and sleeve cuffs with the black becoming accent on it. All topped off with a beautiful purple bow tied in the back. This alone was exceptional, but something made it better. It was....

Blake:Is this a replica of the main protagonist’s outfit from Ninjas of Love!?

Veronica:To. The. Last. Stitch.

Blake:*tearing up* Veronica this is outstanding! Wait, why are you reading-

Veronica:*red* I like the plot! Moving on... I hope you enjoy this and I don’t know if you’ll get the perfect opportunity to wear this but hey. I’m sure you’ll find an excuse.

Blake:You know I will. *hugs her* I love you.

Veronica:*purring* I know!

Yang:Hey have you seen- woah is that...?

Blake:Yeah it is!

Yang:Veronica knocked it out of the park this year.

Veronica:It’s you that’s the tricky one. *red* Your gift is a little more abstract. I know I’m usually busy and not the easiest person to deal with. I also know we don’t really spend time together that much anymore so-

Yang.*hugging her* Is someone trying to spend the entire day with me?

Veronica:If...that’s okay?

Yang:Silly kitty. It’s always going to be okay. I love you.

Veronica:I....I love you too.

xxxx

*door opens*

Nick:We’re back!

Summer:Please be decent!

Jaune:*making dinner* We’ve been decent for hours.

Summer:We never know with you two. (I’m surprised we don’t have another set of twins or something.)

Nick:Now then, did we come home to mother goose or mama duck? *smiling*

He got his answer answer in the form of long white hair coming from around the kitchen corner and rushing over to grab both him and his sister. All three falling over to the ground as they laughed and hugged each other.

Weiss:Hello my baby ducklings!

Summer and Nick:Happy Mother’s Day mom!

Weiss:It really is, isn’t it?

[Lasting Embers]

Raven:Hey, I’m going out Tai.

Tai:Before you go can you stop by Yang’s and drop off those sunflowers?

Raven:Her house is the complete opposite direction.

Tai:Just open a portal.

Raven:Fine. *opens portal* You know a present means more if-

Yang:SURPRISE!!!

Without warning, Yang comes jumping through from the other side. Tackling Raven right to the ground and hugging her. Raven’s face turns red as she notices balloons and a box with the Schnee logo; most likely some high quality dust blades.

Raven:Yang!? What are you-

Yang:Happy Mother’s Day you grouchy mama bird. *grinning*

Raven:....

Raven:*smiles* After all these years you’re as energetic as ever. Once a baby bird, always a baby bird. *hugs her*

Yang:!!?*red*

Raven:Tai where you in on this?

Tai:Duh. I’m also in on Yang’s gift.

Yang:My gift? I was just home and got a card.

Tai:*smiles* But now you’re here and not home. A lot can change in a matter of minutes.

That peeked Yang’s interest. Her and Raven stared at the portal that was still opened in curiosity before getting up and jumping through. Tai chuckled at their anticipation and went through as well.

He was rewarded with the sight of his daughter covering her mouth with amazement as she tried not to jump up and down like a kid. They were all outside, including Jaune who was smiling. As well as Yujin who was also covered in motor oiled while she posed arms crossed right next to motorcycle that looked liked Yang’s old one.

Yujin:Meet bumblebee 2.0! Built from the ground up by yours truly after months of hardwork. You have many people to think for this accomplishment since this was no blueprints for the original.

Yang:How the heck did you get so accurate! The leather even feels right!

Yujin:Someone remembers what it felt like when it ran full force into him.

Yang:No fricken way....

Yujin:Adam says you’ll personally have to fight him again if you launch this bike at anyone or off a cliff.

Yang:Damnit, no I have to thank him. That was probably his plan from the get go.

Jaune:Stop whinnying and take this thing for a spin. *tosses her a helmet*

Yang:Wanna come admire your handiwork with your dear old mom Yujin?

Yujin:Hell Yeah!

Yang:Let’s go visit Tenzen.

Yujin:*pulls out scroll* He’s a bit busy.

She flips the scroll around and plays a video from earlier today.

Tenzen:*grinning* Hey Yujin, I think my mom likes her present. What’s your opinion? *flips camera around*

Nora:*holding a sloth* This is the greatest moment that has ever happened in my entire life...! He’s so cute!!!

xxxx

(Night time)

Jacquelyn:*watering flowers*..... (Hmm, haven’t seen the kids all day. They must be planning something, or maybe they forgot. No...well, they have been busy lately.)

A frown crept up on her face. She was used to simple gifts since money was tight so that wasn’t a problem. She just wanted them to say. Jacquelyn continue to get wrapped up in her thoughts until something cool ran across the top of her forehead. She looked up to see an orbs of water in front of her. They were floating, all the water she was pouring upwards; her entire body was floating. “Huh?”

A shadow drifted over her during this clear moon lit night; shadows that had horns and cat ears. Jacquelyn looked up with big smile to see her daughters floating towards her with petals of numerous flowers following them. All of them a variety of colors that rivaled any sunset or rainbow. The two grabbed their mom and put her right in the center of it all as they held her close.

Sienna:Happy Mother’s Day to the women who brings color to our lives...

Jael:And sweeps us off our feet.

Jacquelyn:Awww you guys. This is gorgeous.

Sienna:It took us longer than we thought to find enough flowers. This is the desert after all.

Jael:Not to mention the annoying grimm, but we managed!

Jacquelyn:You could’ve just gotten me a card.

Sienna:We do that every year! This one had to be special!

Jael:Yeah, you’re the best! With your powers now your garden will be twice as big.

Jacquelyn:*tearing up* Thank you. (Heh, I almost forgot. With these two....)

Sienna and Jael:We love you!)

Jacquelyn:*crying* (I’ll never be forgotten)

The three remained floating up there enjoying the view. Not knowing a certain someone was watching from below.

Adam:*smiling*

[Premonition]

Blake:*writing*

Secretary:Uh, Mrs Belladonna? It’s time for lunch.

Blake:That’s fine, I’ll just work through it. I have to these documents done by tomorrow night.

Secretary: Ah yes, he thought you might say that. Or I guess he knew you would.

Blake:!? “Knew?”

The secretary walked in a placed a bento box on her desk before leaving. Blake put down her pen and opened it to find it filled with various sushi; cooked and uncooked. Along with heart shaped rice balls and a note. Blake smiles and read it immediately.

“Do your best to unite the world. Can’t do it on an empty stomach though. Happy Mother’s Day.”

Blake:.....

Lucas:*laying in a hammock* (I wonder...if she’ll like it? I followed dad’s instructions but that doesn’t mean she’ll like it.) Hmmm

Blake:Someone looks concerned.

Lucas:Mom!? *sits up* Shouldn’t you be working!?

Blake:It’s lunch break. I wanna spend it with my special little guy. You made way too much food for one person you know? *smiles* Almost like you wanted me to come home to share. Predict that too?

Lucas:*red* More like wishful thinking.

Blake smiled and sat next to him. She quickly learned in a kissed his cheek which made Lucas wanna curl up in embarrassment and Blake laugh.

Blake:Wish granted.

Lucas:Happy Mother’s Day mom.

Blake:Hehe, thank you.

[Rosebud]

Another day, another job well done. For the most part anyways. A couple of nevermore had taken the wind out of Ruby’s sails by launching a feather at her right ankle. Now she was walking home with a limp. Crescent rose on her back didn’t make it easier, or the fact she was going through sand. At least she had the brains to take off her heels before reaching she made it to the rough terrain. The sun was setting but no grimm scared her; at this point she did not care about making everyone of them stone. If she can get over the sand dune in front of her that is.

Ruby:(Stupid nevermore with their stupid sharp feathers. Since when do they curve through the air? That’s definitely new.) Ugh, I’m definitely taking the longest bath when I get home.

???:That sounds nice.

Ruby’s head perked up immediately. She was a bit more tired than she thought. On top of the dune was a person. Not just anybody though, herself? All she saw was a silhouette but she was definitely looking at her old clothes from Atlas. The figure stepped closer and out of the glaring sunbeam. It was Carmine, and she was looking a bit winded herself.

Ruby was thrown for a loop on why her daughter was wearing those old clothes or looked like she ran a marathon. She didn’t get a chance to ask before Carmine lifted her mother up and onto her back; carrying Ruby up the dune.

Ruby:Ummm thank you? What’s this all about.

Carmine:You’re hurt. Why wouldn’t I carry you?

Ruby:I was talking more about the outfit. You aren’t a fan of skirts or anything too fancy.

Carmine:*blushing* Yeah well, I know how much you think I look cute in them so I thought I’d pick the coolest looking one,

Ruby:Awww for me? How cute.

Carmine:This goes right back in the box after today!

Ruby:So is this my gift?

Carmine:You’re a third right. The other half you’ll see when we get to the top.

Ruby:Ooooo

A few minutes passed before Ruby got why her daughter was tired. As they reached the top Ruby saw nothing but what looked like an ocean of crimson that surrounded her house down in the distances. “Is that red sand?”

“Look closer..” Carmine said. Ruby squinted and on closer inspection Ruby realize that the red she was seeing was roses. Hundreds of roses that each shimmered faintly like raindrops being hit by sunlight. “Woah.....”

Carmine smiled confidently. “Now look at it as a whole.”

“A whole? What, is it a pic-my symbol!?” Ruby screamed in shock. The roses were postponed perfectly to recreate her symbol with the house right in the center of it all.

Ruby:How the- this is- Carmine this is amazing! I didn’t even think you could make this many roses!

Carmine:Not without dad’s help. He’s almost has burnt out as I am. I’m sure both of you though will find your second wind in time for bed though.

Ruby:*Blushing* Carmine!

Carmine:Don’t be mad because I’m right. I’ll be knocked out though so I doubt you’ll wake me or Garnet.

Ruby:What’s the third part of this present?

Carmine:He’s at home with dad making cookies.

Ruby:Fuck yeah! This day rules. Worth the injury. Thanks sweetheart. *holds on tighter* You’ve really grown up strong huh? I’m glad....

Carmine:Hehe, I... had good teachers. Happy Mother’s Day....

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roses-symphony · 4 years

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Probably almost all of you know how much I love Gucci, their Ideas and philosophy so, I guess you should’ve seen this post coming.

For the non italian followers (which should be 90% of my followers) this dude stage name is Achille Lauro. Born in the 90′s. He is considered a “Rapper” but to me he’s more of a POP/PUNK icon.

This year he got on Sanremo (the italian music song contest) with a Song named “Me ne Frego” (meaning “I don’t care”) and all his looks were created by Gucci’s artistic director Alessandro Michele based on the idea of Lauro of showing a life of just “not caring”, doing what people want to without a negative side to this idea.

He said that during this journey we’d meet 4 Characters, each of them represented by a Wolf, A Thunder, a Mask and a Crown. I didn’t guess even one right and that is extremely amazing because it means they weren’t predictable; everything was so well thought that it was impossible to understand it before he showed it to us.

I. Night - SAN FRANCESCO

San Francesco was the son of a very rich man who, in order to follow God’s call and help the poor, he got rid of his Noble Man Cape and remained naked, giving up to all his wealth and privileges.

Lauro gets on stage with a Gucci custom made black velvet cape, all embroidered in gold. He walks the stage barefoot and, at the climax of his song, he takes off the cape remaining with a body suit covered in crystals (of course he couldn’t get there naked xD)

Beside the symbolic meaning of solidarity to the minors and the ones in need, I want to focus on the clothes ofc. The cape was extremely beautiful, elegante, regal, the pearls and the studs made it look even more expensive. When he undressed, he showed us this bodysuit which was surprisingly fitting him very nicely. Nobody could see that happen.

As always, beside Lauro, there is his guitarist and friend Boss Doms. He was wearing a Burgundy suit with a blush pink turtle neck and red eye make up. He was looking stunning, totally uncoordinated with Lauro outfit YET perfectly matching.

II. Night - ZIGGY STARDUST

This character was created by David Bowie and it’s the representation of a rebellious soul, emblem of absolute artistic and sexual freedom and of non toxic masculinity. As I said in my post about the Men Gucci FW Show, for this season Michele goal was, in fact, killing toxic masculinity and this idea perfectly matched Lauro performance.

During this night, He sang a cover of a song by Mia Martini, called “Gli uomini non cambiano” (”Men never change”); he sang it using all female nouns and, on his ig page, he posted an handwritten letter addressing it to “Disgusting Fifty years old homophobic men” saying that he knows those people too well due to his past and that he now wants to be rebellious and go against them, making peace with this femininity and when they ask him why he wears female things, he just replies “I’m becoming a Lady”.

The song was very touching, I suggest you listening to it, but back to the outfit: He has an emerald green satin suit, all custom made (on the left arm you can see a patch with his name embroidered on it), a striped shirt with a 80′s style collar and a glittery tie. His makeup and hairstyle is exactly the same as Ziggy Stardust and, once again, i want to compliment the makeup artist for the amazing Job. Probably this was the most “complete” look.

Boss Doms is, once again, in a suit. Blue with red details. he’s wearing a tiara from the last Gucci Cruise collection and on his face there are tears made of stardust. One again, completely different, amazingly matching.

III. Night - MARCHESA LUISA CASATI STAMPA

She was a very popular woman who became the muse of a lot of artist during her era. She was the lover of the poet Gabriele D’annunzio. She was eccentric and without any boundaries. They say that she used to walk at night at Piazza San Marco in Venice completely naked, with just a fur on her shoulders (sometimes walking a jaguar with her) and having a servant lighting her so that everybody could admire her.

She had many lovers, she was very “free” even in the sexual aspect of her life so, once again, we see the concept of freedom being strongly represented in Lauro performance.

She was known mostly for having sponsored many artists and collected every sort of art since her home was full of art and exotic things (even animals); people used to say that she was walking art herself thanks to the makeup and dresses she used to wear

Lauro gets on stage with a head piece made of feathers, diamonds and studs (that wasn’t custom made, it was used in last year fashion week); he wore Gucci stockings embroiled with black diamonds in the shape of the typical “GG” the logo; on top of it an organza cape.

The best pieces were the glove which held two Gucci Lipsticks (one of which he used to put on himself and his friend during the song) and the pointy leather boots that, once again, had his name printed inside. The best part, to me, of this look was the makeup. It was a shiny black/red shadow, which contoured all his eyes, making him look somehow vampire-ish.

At his side, Boss Doms with an amazing velvet Jacket and elegant black slacks, a Pussy Bow pink shirt and the most beautiful smokey eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. I might be wrong here but I think that, in this case, he should have represented the servant that walked Miss Casati around Venice, but maybe I am Wrong.

IV. Night - QUEEN ELISABETH I THE VIRGIN QUEEN

For the last night, he got inspired by the Virgin Queen, married to her country, who fought for arts, freedom and died without wanting any medication and being a queen up to her last day, never abdicating.

The velvet pants, along with the red boots and the pearls makeup, have been shown on Gucci runways already, but they were able to put all together in order to create the perfect representation of the character.

Boss Doms was wearing a beautiful embroidered jacket (I guess they were Chinese dragons but I can’t see it properly), He was wearing shorts, giving a very strong AC/DC vibe to his look. He had a matching makeup with pearls on his temples and jaw and, around his eyes, he had holographic fake lashes.

Being the last night, they went even further on stage, completing it with a kiss (as they actually always do during every performance they have).

So, my final thoughts:

First thing first, I want to underline the fact that not even one of the nights the look they showed gave out a “costume” vibe; they were pure outfits, stage outfits which, every time, enchanted one of the aspect of the song.

Lauro never looked “ridiculous” or like “too femminine”, he looked powerful, serious, without any limit. They represented freedom, freedom of being whoever you want, having the power to fight all those boomers who kept on attaching them, who kept on criticizing them.

During today interview, when somebody told him that he should have focused more on the song rather than the “look” he answered that he has a project, and the song was just a tool to deliver the message of his project. He didn’t want to win the festival, he just wanted to be remembered.

And he did.

I think he should be really thankful to all his creative staff, to Alessandro Michele who believed in him as an ambassador of this same message and I do really really hope to see more collaborations like this because he’s a very sensitive soul, he is a great gentleman, he never yells, he never replies in an angry way and he has a very kind smile. And this world needs more kindness and more beauty.

#achille lauro #boss doms #gucci #alessandro michele #sanremo

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schmooplezzz · 3 years

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Head above water

(Part of an actual(sorta) experience I had last night!)

Amelia made her way down through the Savage divide through to the mountains overlooking the Cranberry Bog. The returning Enclave was a new threat to her work, and overall most of the things she deemed her friends in the harsh world. This was their base, so she wanted to scout out the territory to see what impact they've had on the local fauna.

She slowly made her way down the mountain, along the side of the kerwood mine. She noticed a large set of bones set within the mountain with ore scattered around it. Sneaking over to it, she took down a surveying Mole miner." Sorry... but I already know what you would have done..." she said softly as she continued over. She looked at the bones, noting it was giant whale bones." Why are these here?" She said looking back at the bog," why are these everywhere? " She said, snapping a picture with her pro snap camera. "Hmm..." she said while staring at the mine," I haven't actually been here."

She pulled the mic to her converted radio on her backpack close to her face," Alîce to Punk, do you read me?"

" Roger Roger, I see that things working! Good work, sport!" He said back with a loud laugh, Li rolled her eyes, laughing along with him," I know I said I was gonna scout out you know what, but I found a mine. I'm gonna see what's inside, see what resources I can grab while I'm out here."

" Okie Dokie Smokey, let me know what you find, I'll keep scanning the airwaves for anything going on over there."

"Thanks man. Alice out." She put the mic back and continued into the mine. It was like most others, dark and damp. Glowing mushrooms scattered the walls giving a slight hint of light in the dark atmosphere. As she continued inward, a bright light began to show at the bottom of the cave, and muffled yelling could be heard. She slowly crept her way down, observing the Mole miners down below and any possible way around them. Unfortunately it was covered in them on every side, so it was gonna be a fight no matter how she wanted to handle it. Quickly she drew her gun and took cover, she pulled out a plasma grenade and tossed it at the majority surrounding the middle section and then fired a couple rounds at the two that were on the side cavern next to her. More came, firing back at her screaming, she shot back. After a while, everyone of them in the center cavern was taken care of, and she quickly moved to get out if sight from the rest, taking what she could as quickly off the corpses. She walked to what looked like a elevator shaft, which obviously wasn't in working order. Looking down at the bottom it was filled with water." I wonder what that leads too..." she thought to herself, looking back at an also obviously locked door.

Suddenly, a shot was fired from behind, hitting her in the shoulder and causing her to lose her balance, she cried out in pain before hurrljng down the elevator shaft, hitting her body on planks scattered above before splashing into the dark water. She gasped for breath, but a current sucked her under, dragging her through a maze of underwater tunnels. Trying to get herself anywhere close to the surface scratching and grabbing for anything to stop her finally, the current ended, and she was able to surface. A sharp pain hit in her lower right side, flowing up and out her fingertips, wincing she managed to swim up and out into a new area and pull herself ashore. The air was cold and felt like it was being sucked out through the opening at the top of the cave. She looked down where the pain was and saw her leg short circuit. Quickly she detaitched it, and slid it away from herself. She looked around, then down at her shoulder," crap..." she said in a small scared voice. She gulped looking around then back at her leg. Finally, the power to the thing gave out after a bit due to the water damage, and with heavy breaths she took it and look at it." Crap." She took a deep breath, slid it back up her pant leg and reattached it, then drug herself across the cave floor to a wall slowly with her good arm and pulled herself up." At least I can prop myself up on it, seems the joint locked, that's better than nothing.." she thought to herself. She looked around again, and up at the opening," there's no way I'd make it up there like this.... there's gotta be a different way out." She said outlook to herself wiping her nose of water.

Before she went anywhere, she'd have to deal with her wound. Slowly she drug her way over to a shelf and put her bag on it. Unzipping it, luckily nothing got soaked since it was waterproof but there was no way she'd be able to use her radio to get a hold of anyone," Crap.... ok... it's fine... this is fine."she muttered going through the bag and pulled out her med kit. She took off her jacket and Carefully she began cleaning it. It wasn't a bullet hole thankfully, but it was still a pretty deep gash. She wrapped a piece of cloth tightly and bit down on it, then took some alcohol she had and poured it over it. She screamed and bit down as the liquid poured into the fresh wound and banged her fist down on the shelf. Once the pain subsided, she could hear the Mole miners. Her eyes widened as she looked back,"great" She turned herself around, looked at her surroundings and quickly found something to take cover behind." I'll take care of these guys and then I can finish tending to it..." she thought to herself, seeing their shadows through a tunnel," must be a way out that way..." the miners walked down in a uniform line, but to their surprise, another grnade was thrown, this time a flamer grenade. Engulfed by the flames, all of them screamed in agony as they slowly died, li covered her ears while it was happening but after what seemed like a long time they finally perished. Li quickly grabbed the cloth she bit down on, and covered her wound again, then pulled out gauze wrap and wrapped her arm and shoulder, then shoved all her remaining stuff and jacket into the bag and carried it on her good side. As quick as she could she drug herself through the tunnel, shooting down whatever was in her way to get out. Mole rats came through the floor, knocking her down. She shot at them, and luckily only sustained a few cuts. She drug herself back up the wall on her leg and continued through using her prosthetic limb like a crutch.

She felt the air change again, showing there was an opening to the outside world somewhere. And she continued dragging herself through. Her mind raced on how exactly she was gonna get home or at least even to camp. The blood would attract predators and her leg was useless right now until she could make proper repairs. She shook her head at the negative thoughts,"I just need to make it outside.... one thing at a time Amelia... we've dealt with worse." She said to herself as reassuringly as she possibly could.

#fallout 76 #fallout #roleplay #original character #short story

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imtryingthisout · 5 years

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Midnight Snacks

[Based on @nachosforfree Au @sanderssides-magicalgirlau ]

[warnings: flashbacks, refrences to past abuse, unreliable narrator, unsympathetic/evil Patton]

The apartment they lived in was modest and modern. With two large sunburst style windows that let in pale streams of moonlight into the kitchen. The silvery shadows reflected off the cool marble tile and illuminated the layout without the need to turn on the overhead lights. Which was well and good since Virgil didn’t have the energy to bother doing so.

He crept in on the balls of his feet as to minimize sound. Quiet as he could be he slowly made his way into the room- constantly looking over his shoulder, shadows swirling around his hands and feet ready to transport him away at the first sign of danger.

He was hungry, the small stash of food he had squirreled away had ran out. Leaving Patton’s room when he was asleep was always nerve racking, but there was only so many hours he could stare at the ceiling before the queasiness in his stomach became too much to bare.

(He didn’t have a room to himself here- no safe recluse or small closet to hide away in when everything became too much to bare. Just a corner in Patton’s room that he claimed. That could always be taken away.)

(Patton claimed it was like an eternal sleepover when he first came-he always wanted Virgil near by- and who wouldn’t want to room with their Best Friend? )

(He hasn’t felt like Patton’s Best Friend in a long time )

(Will he ever again?)

He was mentally praying to every God under the stars that no one was awake- he couldn’t handle getting caught by Wrath or one of the others. Dragon Witch maybe, but she would always give him this pitying look that made him think of—

Dee had the same eyes and pinched expression how did they never figure out—

Something unimportant. He couldn’t remember, but it would leave a guilty feeling in his gut for days afterwards.

He opened the fridge as slowly as humanly possible, cringing at every noise it produced. The chemical bright light emitting from the inside was harsh, and Virgil had to blink to adjust to it. But soon enough he began mechanically picking through the leftovers and forgotten meals. Never taking enough to be noticeable. To be gluttonous.

(No wonder he was losing so much weight so quickly, he’d be as skinny as Remus if he kept it up. )

(Wait who’s Remus?)

He stuffed the stolen goods into the lining of his hoodie, his pockets, under his shirt, anywhere he could really. If he rationed it right he could make it last a month at least- and it wasn’t like he never got fed. But Patton got so focused sometimes he forgot to get dinner for them both. And the others didn’t really trust him (or like him) enough to share their meals. Satisfied with his prize he was about to turn to leave when-

The lights flicked on.

The lights flicked on and Virgil froze.

The lights flicked on and Virgil was filled with pure terror.

He could see a shocked pair of (blue, cold like a frozen lake) staring at him in shock (and anger he was angrier all the time now, his saccharine sweetness barley masking the mania underneath). The figure was cloaked in the shadows of the doorway. It froze for a second before making it way toward Virgil.

“Pat” he begged, his body shaking so violently it was hard to stand. So he fell. His knees hitting the smooth tile with a resounding thud. “Pat- I’m sorry I was just so hungry- no please, no I’d never leave you I’m sorry for making you worry. I’m sorry, I’ll go back to bed, I’m sorry- please don’t I’m sorry”

Virgil felt himself being lifted from his kneeling position, but it was a distant knowing. His head placed in someone’s lap. “Oh baby” a voice murmured, stroking his hair. Virgil felt his heart plummet- Patton only got this affectionate when he was really- really mad. And when he was really-really mad he got—

Virgil curled into himself, trying to shield his stomach with his arms and legs. A broken bone could heal but if an organ was damaged he doubted he could walk it off. “I’ll be good, please don’t, no-stop! I promise. I’ll be better, please”

The hands on his head and back started rubbing gentle circles- and Virgil let out a choked sob.

The voice wanted him to open his eyes, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t look into the face of his friend, his brother, couldn’t accept the reality that he couldn’t remember his (ex) friends faces. That he had nowhere to go. That he was going to get hurt by someone he loved so thoroughly and completely that the thought of leaving was inconceivable. Hands lifted his face from the fabric he was burying himself in, gently caressing his chin and cheeks.

—-roughly pulled at his hair. So hard Virgil could feel hair being ripped from his scalp—

-Please no stop it hurts I don’t want it I’ll be better please no I’d never leave you stop please I promise-

—-Grabbing his neck possessively, crushing his windpipe. So tight he couldn’t breath couldn’t breath can’t breathe —

Gasping for air, his chest convoluting spasticity. He pawed starts himself trying to get the imaginary hands off of him. He needed air.

Someone tried to grab his arms to stop his clawing. Tried to hold him in place in their chest. Virgil struggles more and more till the damn broke and he could finally breathe in the sweet scent of roses, charcoal and petrichor.

Wait what?

Patton had many things, but he did not own the rosey perfume that Diana Anxiti favored. He did not have the feeling of static and rainfall that laid underneath whatever fragrance she wore, no matter how much she put on, there was always a smokey undertone.

“Mom?” Virgil croaked out, looking up, and sure enough there was the face of his mother.

Diana has spent years training her senses as a magical girl, so when she heard someone moving about in the Kitchen, she went to investigate. Most likely it was Andy coming to get a late-night snack. She never thought she would see her eldest child slinking about, never thought she would have to hear him begging for mercy to someone not there.

“That’s right baby, I’m here,” her voice was deep and rich like honey seeping into the wounds of his soul. “Do you know where you are Virgil?”

Where was he? “I’m… home?” He wagered, his mom must have heard the uncertainty in his voice. “Mhm do you know where that is?”

(Home had been synonymous with Patton’s embrace. Holding his hand at the playground, drying his tears after a nightmare. Later home became him and his team, Disney marathons. Ranting with Dee and Logan. Laughing at the twins antics. Home was his and Remy’s coffee-scented backroom- stolen kisses and witty banter. Home had never been a place for Virgil)

“Your house.. I’m at your house. In the kitchen.”’

“That’s right baby. Can you tell me why you’re in the kitchen?”

“I woke up hungry, and then I was- I was back there. What happened Mom? What happened to us?”

Diana had felt much pain in her life. Injuries after Villain fights, having to bury her mother and father, waking up to find her husband had disappeared without even a note explaining why. Yet none could quite compare to watching the boy she had accepted into her home, had loved as her own flesh and blood, become the person he was. The person who hurt her son.

She cradled her eldest child against her, like she did when he was nothing more than a mere babe, and tried to gift him some comfort.

“Sometimes people aren’t who we think they are baby, that maybe they never where, and sometimes we gotta learn to let them go”

She hasn’t married young, wanting to continue her career as the herald of the night for as long as possible. But she fell in love fast, fast and quick, with a man she thought she knew. Thought she made a family with.

But he vanished like a phantom, yet his echoes still lingered, he and her little blue eyed boy still haunted her home and heart even after she tried to scrub both of them away.

Dawn would break upon the horizon, blazing strands of orange and pink would stream through the window, painting the room in their vibrant hues. And mother and son would still be locked in pieta-c embrace, trying to find solace in each other’s arms from the cruel world that lay outside their door.

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songs/20

Happy Holidays Everyone! I started making these yearly playlists in 2001 as an attempt to connect with friends in the wake of 911. It was just before the dawn of ITunes, and way before social media. We were not in touch like we are today. I burned dozens of individual cd’s one at a time, printed up customized jewel case covers and snail mailed them all out. It was an annual month-long labor of love. Over the past few years, streaming music has made it much easier and faster to compile and distribute, and frankly much more fun. I still look forward to putting the playlist and blog together and sharing it with all of you. Particularly this year as it gives me a chance to connect with so many friends I haven’t seen in quite some time. It was a tremendously challenging year for all of us. I was grateful to have had my family here in LA the entire time, we remain healthy and well. The west coast Herzogs know just how lucky we have been. The next year will not be without its own challenges, but I'm hopeful we are able to move past this pandemic and the exhausting events of the past 4. More than that, I look forward to seeing each and every one of you in 2021. Until then, be safe, be well, and be good to one another. Enjoy the music.

ox peace, dh

Los Angeles CA. December 2020

Khruangbin - Time (You And I) Don’t ask me to pronounce the name of this eclectic trio from Texas, but this dubby disco tune had me returning to its chilled out groove often during the last few decidedly “un-chill” months. Dreamy and funky, the groove takes me back to NYC’s early 80′s club scene and Ze Records releases from the likes of Kid Creole and Coati Mundi.

Anderson .Paak- Lockdown Scenes from the front, June 2020

Bill Withers (1938-2020)- Use Me The legendary Bill Withers left the playing field at the top of his game in the early 80′s, hardly heard from again. And while he didn't pass from Covid, his healing pop hymn Lean On Me seemed to be everywhere as people found music to help them cope with the challenges of the pandemic. Withers left behind a legendary and enduring group of hit songs that moved easily from soul to folk to pop, not to mention the subtle rolling funk of this one.

Black Pumas- Fire Strong debut from an unlikely Austin duo that garnerd both buzz and grammy nods. The critics are calling it “psychedelic soul”. Not quite sure that nails it, but like the artists coming up next, they’re carving out new ground while drawing inspiration from classic sources.

Gabe Lee- Babylon

Marcus King- Wildflowers and Wine

Charley Crockett- Welcome to Hard Times

Three artists that are literally changing the face of Country and Americana music. Soulful, authentic and diverse, reaching back for inspiration but always looking forward. If you like this sort of stuff they are all worth checking out. Each album is filled with quality songs.

Low Cut Connie_ Private Lives Philly’s Low Cut Connie are back at it with a double album that plays like the soundtrack to a boozy night at your favorite bar. Sweaty, funky and not a little bit messy. If Peter Wolf and Bruce had a kid it would be this blue eyed soul boy. Adam Weiner grew up in the shadow of the Jersey shore and can't help but have a bit of that E Street hustle.

Willie Nile- New York at Night One of New York’s beloved adopted son’s dropped this love letter right into the jaws of a battered metropolis driven to its knees by the pandemic. It was heartbreaking to listen as the “city that never sleeps” came to a full stop. Somehow I still found myself coming back to it, imagining night’s ahead, when NYC is back on its feet and I’m roaming its streets. Looking for music, a beer, or maybe just a slice, and fueled by the irreplaceable energy and promise of the greatest city on earth.

The Long Ryders- Down to The Well Americana pioneers the Long Ryders reunited last year for a surprisingly solid album. This single sounds like it could have been recorded during their 80′s heyday featuring their trademark Byrds like jangle and harmonies, but the lyrics mark this song as unmistakably 2020.

The Speedways- Kisses Are History UK power pop outfit reach back to the the 60′s on this sweet slice of retro pop perfection.

Billie Joe Armstrong- That Thing You Do

In the early days of the pandemic we had all our kids (+ a significant other) at our house for a few months. It worked out great and we were luckier than most. The biggest issue was keeping enough food, weed and wine around. There were some great nights with amazing meals, followed by gathering around the TV together. We re-watched The Sopranos, binged Billy On The Street, and revisited some of our favorite movies. One night we went back to a old family favorite, Tom Hanks’ underrated love letter to the one hit wonders of the post Beatles era, That Thing You Do! I’ve seen the movie several times and it never fails to please. A true feel good film and a perfect Kodak snapshot capturing a simpler time in American pop culture.

While we watch the unlikely chart topper’s The Oneders fizzle as fast as they rose to fame, its not really the point. The movie is really an old fashioned love story. Playing like a perfect hit song you can listen to over and over, full of both hooks and heart. I always thought the title track, written by Fountains Of Wayne leader Adam Schlesinger (who we lost to Covid), brilliantly captured the British Invasion sound every group wanted after The Beatles stormed America. Green Day’s Billie Joe Armstrong must agree. During the pandemic he cut an album’s worth of cool covers including a faithful version of this one.

Gerard Way (W/Judith Hill - Here Comes the End A tale of discovering music in 2020: Heard this on a Netflix trailer for the series The Umbrella Factory. Turns out it is performed by Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance) who also writes the comic book the series is based on. (got all that?) He’s joined on this searing garage/psych rave up by the talented and versatile Judith Hill doing her best Merry Clayton.

Hinds- Spanish Bombs I’ve been following this Madrid based, all female outfit of punky garage rockers for a few years now. I think they are pretty great. This track, recorded for a Joe Strummer tribute bursts with an unbridled joy the stone faced and politically minded Clash could never muster. I bet Joe would love it though

The Secret Sisters- Hand Over My Heart Have enjoyed their harmonies for some time now. This one gives me vague Wilson Phillips vibes and I don’t really mind.

Tame Impala- Breathe Deeper I know I’m supposed to like this guy, all the cool kids do, I’ve even seen the band at Coachella. Over the years very little of the music has stuck to me, but the pandemic offered a bit more free time to dig into this funky dubby, chilled out jam, and it stuck with me. Not to mention that 2020 was all about deep breaths.

Ledisi (feat.Corey Henry)- What Kind of Love Is That Ledisi is back with some slinky, sultry R&B and jazzy vocals

Dinner Party- FreezeTag An R&B/Jazz collective featuring Terrace Martin, Robert Glasper, 9th Wonder and Kamasi Washington use sweet soul on heartbreaking and all too familiar tale..

Toots and The Maytals- Time Tough I’ve written an awful lot about my love for Reggae over the years. Right after Bob Marley kicked the door down for me, Toots showed me around the house. Ska, rock steady, and roots. He was true reggae royalty and sadly we lost him to Covid, just after he released what would be his last album. Check my Toots tribute blog and playlist.

Mungo’s Hi Fi- The Beat Goes SKA! These clever UK roots reggae collective never fail to surprise. This kitschy Sonny & Cher cover managed to make me smile every time I heard it. No mean feat in 2020

Stone Foundation (feat. Durand Jones)- Hold on To Love Frequent collaborators with Paul Weller (he appears on a track on the album), Stone Foundation are back with another batch of their UK soul revival stylings. This one features Durand Jones ( of Durand Jones & The Indications) on vocals and some great reggae style horns at the top.

The Pretenders- You Can’t Hurt A Fool Can’t resist a good torch song, especially sung by the smokey voiced Chrissie Hynde. Was kind of shocked at how many good songs were on this album.

Shelby Lynne_ Don’t Even Believe in Love Sultry country soul and one of her strongest albums in awhile.

Jaime Wyatt- Neon Cross Outlaw country has a new bad girl. And in case you didn’t think she was serious, she enlisted producer Shooter Jennings (and his mom Jessi Colter on one track) to help make her point.

Daniel Donato- Justice 25 year old guitar prodigy call his music “cosmic country”. Ok, now I’m listening. You should be too.

The Jayhawks- This Forgotten Town 30 plus + after their debut this Twin Cities alt country group led by founding member Gary Louris continue to deliver. They find their inner Neil Young on this one.

Lucero- Time To Go Home God I wish I was in a bar right now listening to this, even if I might be crying in my beer.

John Prine (1946 -2020)- Lake Marie We lost so many this year, but this one really stung. A true American songwriting treasure, who was still making great music against all odds right up to his untimely passing. His songs are known for their simplicity, and economy of words. but this one goes against the grain. I’m still not exactly certain what it’s about. Sorrowful and haunting, yet somehow uplifting and redemptive. I heard him perform it live here in Los Angeles a just over a year ago and it has stuck in my head ever since. There is surely a place in heaven for the great John Prine. He sang about it on his final studio album in 2018. Ironically it became the last song on his last record.

Thanks for making it this far....

***Play the entire songs/20 Spotify playlist HERE!***

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potteresque-ire · 4 years

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Happy 30th Birthday Good Omens!

... and here’s a quick ficlet as a present! Aziraphale/Crowley, fluff, based on the Good Omens Lockdown video released today. 😇❤️😈Given the rewards of burglarizing one bookshop in Soho and no one would ever equate burglary with socializing, it is only logical for one demon to slither in and test his luck, as a rather noodly burglar.

ETA: Crowley, I mean, the noodly burglar, mentions Hamburglar in the story. For those who’re too young (or who eat too healthily) to remember Hamburglar, he was a character from McDonald's and here’s his image: https://mcdonalds.fandom.com/wiki/Hamburglar.

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That night, AZ Fell & Co had its second break-in in a week. The burglar was transcendentally professional in his burglarizing, donning the black-and-white-striped attire as required by the human thieving tradition and complete with a face-covering (in accordance with both the tradition and NHS guidelines). He didn’t forget, either, about The Big Money Bag with its Big Dollar Sign that signalled intent. The bag got a drinkable inside because burglary was thirsty business, and because the thirst of this one burglar was particularly, (un)fortunately undeniable.

The burglar was, of course, caught red-handed (and -bellied) by the owner of the bookshop. Mr Fell had, rather curiously, been baking a Kirschtorte in the middle of the night. A bowl of miracled, brandy-soaked cherries sat on the cash box that had somehow been transported to the kitchen.

One could almost suspect that Mr Fell had been expecting a crime.

Almost.

“Wily old serpent,” admonished Mr Fell, picking up the burglar by the neck with his plump hands, floured white and smelling of butter and sugar. He narrowed his eyes at the pair peeking out from the cut holes of the burglar’s face covering. “I should’ve known there’s no rest for the wicked, even during a lockdown.”

The burglar, who, indeed, fine, was a snake (and his black-and-white-striped attire a tube sock; now please shut up and mind your own business), half-heartedly wiggled to try to set himself free. Half-heartedly, because cool criminals never wiggled.

The burglar was also presenting his burglaree a placard from his money bag.

“Give me your cashbox,” the placard said. “I’m burglar-ing.”

“Burglarizing,” corrected Mr Fell, acting quite gay for a burglaree. Couldn’t blame him, for even the burglar had to admit the kitchen smelled good. “You can talk in human as a snake. Why don’t you?” The interrogation would’ve gone on if not for the ding! from the oven. Perhaps this was why Mr Fell’s question lacked the surprise warranted by the situation, per the customs of Earth and its humans. Perhaps this was also why the burglar found himself dropped on the cherries (and the cash box), in not so much a I-shall-fling-you-to-a-scaly-death way than a have-a-snack-if-you-want-while-you-wait way.

The burglar would later respond to the question with yet another placard. Yes, he got one ready. “Loose jaw, long tongue,” this placard said. “Tried fitting on masks that stop droplet transmission from talking. Didn’t work.” The burglar slithered out of the way for Mr Fell to move the cherries onto the freshly baked torte -- every cherry but for the one the burglar had coiled around, along its now alternatively glossy and pebbled circumference where the flesh had been licked and nibbled. Cherries or any food, really, were more palatable with alcohol -- ah, no, the correct term for alcohol tonight was disinfectant. Poison. Smuggled into the bookshop in the money bag also to lower Mr Fell’s guard, ensure the crime would go smoothly. As it would evilly. “Plus,” the placard admitted then, “going for the Hamburglar look.”

Mr Fell looked up, perplexed.

Another placard materialized (say what you want about the burglar, but he was prepared)(...and bored out of his wits at home)(...and really kinda missing someone enough to imagine the entire conversation). “* Sigh *” — yes, that was how this placard started — “Think of Hamburglar as Zorro. Designed by one occult but dashing entity. Tempted many children into coveting.”

“Ah.” Mr Fell looked demystified at the answer, as if any bookshop owner would concur that wearing a Hamburglar-Zorro look while burglar-ing ... burglarizing on his property was perfectly reasonable. While being a snake. During a pandemic lockdown.

Either that, or because the presentation of the placards had revealed the bottle of drinkable in the money bag. “May I?” asked Mr Fell, already reaching inside. The label of the drinkable had been scrawled over. “Disinfectant,” tempted the writing in the same wild hand as seen on the placards. “Inject to fend off the plague!” Inject was underlined and the next sentence capitalised: “This label is not sarcastic”.

Mr Fell stared at the not-sarcastic-but-absolutely-wily temptation, and the burglar took the time to drag a set of silverware and a tumbler to his end of the table. Mr Fell, apparently abysmal at the maths, had retrieved two sets from his cabinet instead of one, and it was only reasonable, and suitably diabolic, for the burglar to covet his share. A look of epiphany soon crossed the bookseller’s cherubic features, perhaps inspired — very much inspired— by the rich amber liquid sloshing behind the label against its glass walls. “To thwart your wile, then,” Mr Fell spoke of his epiphany belatedly and thoughtfully, addressing more so to the disinfectant bottle than to the burglar, “to stop the occult work of a good-for-nothing burglar in its tracks, I shall have to drink this poison before you can ejaculate in me —”

CRASH.

A fork clattered on the floor.

And the burglar had forgotten about his lack of mouth-covering too, along with the use of his tail for proper fork gripping and really, the use of his every other organ for every other grand, ineffable tasks God had possibly created them for. He ejaculated in human speech, no, not ejaculated, injaculated, no, wait, injected, ejected, oh oh oh interjected that’s right. “Inject, Angel, for Heaven’s—ugh—whatever’s sake! Inject!”

Mr Fell was remarkably unfazed by the rather human screeches, and more disturbingly, the accidental endearment from his serpentine burglar. Instead, he surveyed the damage done to the fork, the plate that’d tipper over and the burglar half spilled from it with his tongue a quarter tied (side effect of ... ejaculating in another species’ language). He did it all with a rather holier-than-thou flair, his chin so slightly raised, his gaze moving measuredly, majestically from one damage to the next. He did it all before a tiny twitch, no, no, a smirk, that’s what it was, no mistake about it, tugged the corners of his lips.

“Inject, of course. Inject.” But he agreed solemnly, putting back on his usual air again of a tranquil if a bit stuffy professor, the type who’d give you an A if and only if you could quote from his favourite book. (”He was overcome by sleep; and as Paul continued speaking, he fell down from the third story and was taken up dead.” — Acts 20:9) “What other unholy words could I possibly have spoken?” He placed an emphasis on unholy, his blue eyes widened and doe-like with innocence, but the hint of Kirschtorte in his tone more Schwarzwälder than Kirsche.

At that, the quarter-tied tongue of the burglar could’ve won a scouting knot award. Mr Fell must have known it and his plump hands, miracled clean just to showcase just how buttery smooth and sweet and flawless they already were without the cooking stuff, proceeded to give the neck of the disinfectant bottle a long, loving stroke, and repeated doing that twice for good measure before uncorking the bottle. He swirled the liquid inside and gave it a sniff, all the while looking quite smug.

Ngk. The burglar had been played.

The rest of the night has gone as well as it could. Mr Fell has enjoyed with his cake the disinfectant, smokey and as finely aged as expected from its year and origin. The burglar, meanwhile, has enjoyed, no, he’s endured, suffered greatly and painfully, the act of coiling up on the plate he’d dragged across the table and watching his burglaree eat. No social distancing rules have been compromised because one, criminal activities do not count as socializing, and two, what’s distancing anyway to a serpent who can social distance his tail and his head at will? And right now, that long, long tail of the burglar is in the shadows under the table where no angels or demons or God or NHS can see, curled around Mr Fell’s ankle and caressing that soft, soft skin under the sock because ... well, because Mr Fell, because this dangerous, book-hoarding, cash-box-toting being with a cake kink, has to be chained in place while his burglar is about to ransack his shop. Yes. The cashbox is no longer satisfying enough for a loot. The burglar will ransack. In a bit. After his tail gets a taste on Mr Fell’s calf, maybe, just a tiny lick, if Mr Fell is amenable to that. If the width of the leg hole of Mr Fell’s trousers is amenable to that. Or the burglar can do the ransacking tomorrow. Mr Fell mentioned he’ll be making angel’s food cake and at this moment, the burglar is very much for the idea of angels for food. His dips his tongue into his tumbler of disinfectant again to quench his unquenchable thirst, the tumbler under which still lies the placard that explains, while humans have transmitted the plague to their pets, there’s yet to be instances of pets transmitting the illness back to their favourite humans.

“Pets, huh?” That was all Mr Fell has said about it, a breathy ask with an upward glance from under his long eyelashes. The burglar pulled out that placard as an act of courtesy, to assure his burglaree that while he’d be lighter on cash and heavier on disinfectants after the ordeal, he wouldn’t have to worry about catching the plague. And what gratitude was the burglar given for his niceness? That one, breathy huh?, followed by the sight of another one of those shiny, drunk cherries slipping into Mr Fell’s mouth, of his lips, red and just as plump as the cherry, following the fruit’s swollen curve and opening just enough to show a hint of his teeth, the delicate tip of his tongue. The closing of the mouth came with a small, wet smack, as Mr Fell’s lips pursed just a little ...

That’s it. That’s why AZ Fell & Co, The Bookshop from Hell — not that there’re bookshops, or books, or shops in Hell — deserves a break-in from a pet, no, a burglar every night. The burglar, specifically the one who was sent to this world to make trouble, will make sure of that. He’s got lots of placards at home and even more markers. And tube socks. And more importantly, fend-off-the-plague-injectable disinfectants from every year dating back at least a century, from every wine country of the present and the past. Mr Fell deserves to have his cash box forcibly removed from his shop every night because he’s an outright BASTARD — and one day, one day when this stupid pandemic is over and this stupider lockdown is a done thing, the burglar will have his real angel food, made of every blasted cherry being oh-so-daintily popped in the mouth across the table from him...

He’ll set his alarm for July — nuh-uh, June — to have it done.

#good omens lockdown #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #good omens #good omens 30 #pie writes

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rated: t

fandom: Kingdom Hearts

prompt: “Big Sibling” + Kairi & Isa (& Wayfinder Trio)

requested by: @alounuitte

I HAVEN’T WRITTEN KH IN AGES. ARE THESE GUYS EVEN IN CHARACTER? DAMN I HOPE SO

BIG thanks to my friend who requested KH, specifically Kairi & Isa and “Big Sibling” which is SUCH an interesting take but I am LEGITIMATELY DIGGING IT and y’know what? Hell yeah it’s Isa redemption hours. Hell yeah. I mean, they still got a lot to work through, but it’s happening.

this takes place between KH3 and uh that “year later” thing in RE:mind ENJOY!

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Avidya [Read on AO3]

- o - o - o -

When Sora is gone and Kairi doesn’t know what to do with her empty hands because the one that used to hold her right has disappeared and the one who used to hold her left chased after him in the hopes of bringing him back, Kairi puts herself to good use. Riku is Riku and refuses to take her with him, so Kairi takes Sora’s gummi ship and seeks out her own adventures for as long as she thinks it’ll help.

She doesn’t need to--will not--wait for Sora to be found when she can look for him herself.

She just…doesn’t know what to think about the ever-present shadow that stubbornly hovers at her back.

- o - o - o -

Kairi swings Destiny’s Embrace in a strong, downward strike. After the wriggly heartless under her boots bursts and dissolves, she spins around. Her mouth is curled into a dark, frowning curve; her keyblade snaps out to strike another leaping at her from her right. The flowers along the edge cut through the shadow’s throat, ripping it into nothing. “I don’t need your help.”

“That was never debated.”

Kairi rolls her eyes. She digs the heel of her boot into soil, grabs the hilt of Embrace with both hands, and shoves it forward into the heartless soldier scrabbling at her. “Then stop following me.”

Isa’s blue hair fans around his shoulders as he moves. He is not used to the keyblade in his hand; he keeps trying to wield it like his usual claymore.

To be honest, she can’t even believe the thing is in his hands at all.

With a growling cry, Kairi cuts the last shadow down and releases a deep sigh. Destiny’s Embrace glitters away, but she would be lying if she tried to say she wasn’t tempted to keep it ready at a moment’s notice with him around.

“There. They’re all gone now,” she says and fists her hands at her sides. “I’m fine. You can go back to Twilight Town.”

Isa doesn’t say a word, so Kairi turns around again. He stands with his arms crossed over his chest, feet shoulder-width apart, a yard or two behind her, like he expects her to be okay with him here in the first place.

“I said,” she stresses and extends her arms at either side, “you can go back. If you were waiting for something like permission, then there it is! You have it! Bye!”

When he still doesn’t say anything, Kairi makes a grand show of rolling her eyes and spinning around to walk down this world’s beautifully forested hill. She doesn’t have the time or patience for him.

So why the hell can she feel him following her descent?

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The gummi ship’s rockets putter as it comes to a stop. Space is vast and infinite around them, an endless expanse of stars and criss-crossed nebulas that look like the smokey efforts of a child finger painting with watercolor. It’s gorgeous. It’s immense. It’s serene. It’s exactly what Kairi needs right now.

“Okay, dude, we need to talk. It’s been three days. When are you finally gonna get off this ship and leave me alone?”

Kairi’s cheek is bunched against her palm as she lounges in the driver’s seat. Her other wrist hangs loosely over the steering, eyes lifting to the glass dome above them and Isa’s frowning reflection she can see the faint outline of.

Isa doesn’t answer.

Which is exactly half of the problem.

Kairi turns, tossing both of her feet over the side of the pilot’s chair. “Why aren’t you answering me?”

“There’s no answer I have to give that will be satisfactory to you.”

“That’s--” Kairi almost bites her tongue. It’s frustratingly accurate. That pisses her off, too. “Look. I can try, okay? I can try to understand but that’s only if you have a good reason.”

“You speak like you already think I’m not here for a good reason.”

“I have it in good faith that you’re not here for Sora and that’s the only reason I see that’s good right now.” Kairi glares hard into citrine eyes; for some reason, they remind her of acid. “So no, I don’t think you’re here for a ‘good’ reason.”

Isa’s look is enough to communicate a single, humbling word: Exactly.

“You say you’ll try,” he mutters quietly. “But pre-condemning me based upon your presumptions seems to hinder that effort.”

Kairi’s lips slam together.

In echo to her silence, something in Isa softens. He turns to look out at the endless stretch of space surrounding them. There’s a glimmering, sunset-painted world surrounded by flower petals a fair distance away. “If you wish to know, if you care to…” he does not finish that thought; perhaps it’s because he cannot finish it. “…I wish for atonement.”

“…what, now?”

Isa’s sharp, angular features harden. His mouth slips down into a frown. “I said, I--”

“--no, no, I heard what you said! It’s that you actually think that’s going to happen.” Kairi’s voice shakes a little. Her hands ball into fists. There’s a tremulous pause in her speech, a moment that teeters on the edge of something, and then it bursts. “Ugh! I was kind enough to let you join me for a few days, but if I’m being honest? I thought it was because of this. I had a gut feeling it was because of some…misguided attempt like this to get me to forgive you for what you did. And I thought, ‘Sure, why not?’ anyway, because that’s what Sora would have done!”

“Kairi--”

“--but everytime I look at you, I get so angry!” Kairi’s voice tilts; it tightens and changes. “I guess that makes me a hypocrite, doesn’t it? I want to be angry at you for kidnapping me, for how you treated Sora, but he isn’t even here right now, after he made himself disappear from saving all of us! From saving me by using the power of waking again, and--!”

“Kairi!”

Kairi’s fist, thrown to the side, knocks against the gummi sheep’s steering. With a violent yank to the right, Kairi and Isa spill over onto the floor and side of the lopsided ship. Kairi’s knee bangs against the other co-pilot chair. Her back crashes against the steel wall of the cockpit siding. With a short cry and hiss, she grabs at her knee with both hands and bows her head over her leg. Her back curls.

After a long moment, Isa slowly rises to his feet first.

He climbs to the steering and sets the gummi ship right side up.

After an even longer moment, Isa walks over to kneel in front of her. “Kairi.”

“…I’m sorry…”

“Kairi.”

Kairi sniffs and blinks up at him. She hates the way her eyes water and the way her lower lip trembles. She hates how tight her chest is. “I’m sorry,” she gasps again and she hates those words but right now, she thinks she hates herself most. “I’m such an idiot. What right do I have to be angry with you anymore when it’s my fault the two most important people to me are gone?”

Isa’s hand falls on hers and gently pries away her hands from her knee. A big, wide bruise is purpling and mottling, forming a cathartic ring of blue-black.

“I think…” Isa begins and gently releases her hands to cast cure over her knee. “…you will find that you and I are more alike than you think.”

Kairi blinks up at Isa.

“It seems we both must learn to forgive ourselves.”

Kairi takes a deep breath in and feels the way her lungs swell with it, with air. For the first time in three days, the knot in her chest finally begins to loosen.

- o - o - o -

“Can you believe it’s already been over a month?”

Kairi winces. Hard.

Ventus straightens up and quickly puts out a hand on her arm. He gives it a gentle squeeze. “Oh, I didn’t mean that in a bad way! Ugh, I’m sorry. I should’ve been more thoughtful…I meant it in like a--”

“--no.” Kairi shakes her head and puts on a brave face. She puts on a good smile and covers his hand with her own. Gently, she pulls it away and sets their hands down on the counter between them. “I know what you mean. You’ve been reunited with your family for over a month now and that’s…really wonderful, Ventus. I’m happy for you. And I know that wherever he is, Sora’s happy, too.”

It’s funny watching the emotions that fly over Ventus’ face at the mention of “family.” He’s so much like Sora and Roxas that way; he wears his heart so visibly. He’s so easy to read.

It is so warm in this kitchen, too, Kairi thinks. So light and airy. Just being here, sitting with friends again after traveling and fighting for so long with no leads, is more rejuvenating than the warm coffee cup she cradles between her hands. Ventus, Aqua, and Terra have done well for themselves, she thinks. They have a lovely epilogue together.

It’ll end soon, she knows. The three have already told her they have plans to help join the search for Sora, intending to dive into the Realm of Darkness as a “just in case.” Just as she has finally decided she intends to take Ansem up on his offer of a year-long sleep so he can study her heart. It’s the most frustrating decision she has ever had to make: to try to help by, of all things, resting, when really she wants to fight, fight, fight--but if something in her slumbering heart holds a key to finding Sora again, well.

She did say she’d do anything.

It’s with an endearing blush that Ventus raises a finger to scratch at his cheek. “Y-yeah. My family…”

Kairi raises an eyebrow. A small smile stretches her face. “What, you don’t agree?”

“What?”

“You wouldn’t call them that?”

“Oh, no, calling them my family’s perfect! I mean, really, Aqua and Terra have always kind of been big siblings to me, so I guess it makes sense. It’s just funny to hear the word out loud and not in my heart, y’know?” Ventus smiles. He looks over Kairi’s shoulder to the trio awkwardly talking beyond them, in the lounge area of their home, however temporary it may be. “But I guess…what else would you call people who have your back no matter the bad you’ve done?”

Kairi thinks about the month she’s spent searching for Sora. She thinks about all the adventures she’s been on, all of the heartless and unversed and nobodies she’s fought. She thinks about the one person who chose to be there through it all, however much she fought him on it at the start.

And for the first time, she thinks maybe Isa really does deserve the keyblade he wields.

Her eyes land on him, frowning and clearly uncomfortable between Aqua and Terra. Isa looks back and meets her eyes in turn with an expression that bends the scar across his face in a pitiful read of, Please. Save me.

Kairi laughs and takes a long, slow sip of her coffee. She raises her other hand to give him a…friendly gesture.

When he raises his hand to give it back, she thinks maybe there’s truth to what Ventus says.

#kingdom hearts #kairi #isa #kh #kh3 #fluff bingo!#big sibling #fluff #fanfic #krissey writes a thing #and desperately hopes its in character bc it's been a long while man #a long while

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N/A: Thanks to @marmaladeskies67 on wattpad for this adorable request, which I really enjoyed writing, I hope you enjoy it as well!

It was Saturday afternoon, and it had been a long time since we had spent a weekend together, he was coming back from tour, and the weather was horrible with incessant rain. We were also tired from our long loving night, so we stayed at home, cuddling on the couch, still in comfortable pajamas, eating chocolate and candies, covering ourselves with a huge quilted blanket, he was reading one of his science fiction books while I was watching TV without really watching it. The house was silent, you could only hear the sound of rain streaming down the windows and the distant sound of the TV, and I was getting a little bored, I started to admire my sweetheart, and his beautiful blue eyes immersed in his book, and I tell myself that they would be even more blue with a nice smokey eyes makeup. I loved to annoy him when he was calm and focused, because it always ended in a sexy fight and giggles, we were both real kids in adult bodies.

I was still lost in thought when our eyes met. He stroked my cheek, smiling at me and said to me:

"What's going on baby girl?"

"Nothing ... I'm a little bored ... you would be even more beautiful with makeup!"

"What? what are you talking about?"

"I would like to put make-up on your eyes, see what it would look like!"

"what the heck... no way!"

"Come on, please baby, it's gonna be funny."

"Funny for you, first you forced me to do my hair, then I got nail polish, and now makeup, what's the next craze, trying on your dresses?"

"don't give me new ideas ..."

I chuckled, and i made my look as pouty and cute as possible, and i knew he couldn't resist.

"Richie... Baby, please"

"Well, well, ok... but on one condition, I make-up your face right after "

"it's unfair, I'm gonna make you a nice make-up and you're gonna make me a clown make-up ... "

He smirked

"it's up to you, love... but maybe i would do a good job"

"Well... ok"

I quickly ran happily to get my trolley make-up case before he changed his mind. I saw him rolling his eyes while he saw me back with all my equipment and I knew he wasn't gonna let me do it easily! To be more comfortable I sat astride his lap facing him and he grabbed my waist.

"Are you sure you don't want to have another type of fun with such position?"

And he made me bounce on him. It started well ...

"keep calm otherwise i won't be able to do it well. Ok "

"Yeah... ok ok"

I took a headband to block his hair and clear his face so that it wouldn't bother me.

"It hasn't started yet that I'm already ridiculous with your thing on my head, besides it squeezes me too much"

"sshhh stop complaining"

I first massage his face with a moisturizer cream so that the makeup would stay on, to prepare his dry skin.

"ah! it feels good, keep going"

Then I took a makeup sponge to spread the pre make-up base, I explained to him, like a girl, every step of the make-up and he looked at me with a grin, and I applied the foundation with a brush and he began to gesticulate in all directions, sneering

"Stop moving"

"it's not my fault it tickles"

"look up, I'm going to put the concealer"

"after the night we spent I really need it"

And he made me bounce again.

"stop fooling around"

Then i put the shade cream to do the contourning, and it was pretty long especially with this little monkey who didn't want to stop moving. He was starting to struggle while stirring and I had to hold his head by threatening him.

"it's too long ... how many layers of paint will you put on my face!"

"you have to suffer to be beautiful"

"it's wrong I'm already handsome without all this stuff"

"you're so self assure!"

"you're not gonna say the opposite, you're so in love"

He slipped his hands under my tank top to squeeze my breasts

"honka honka"

"Stop acting like a baby, you distract me"

I admired my work, proud of myself, and I was able to put the fixing powder, with a big velvet powder puff. The cloud of powder made him sneeze loudly and to get his revenge he blew on the pot of powder which spread all over my tank top, my hair and my face!

"You dirty little brat"

He howled with laughter and I slapped him slightly on the arm then he tickled me, rubbing his face against mine.

"Stop it you're gonna ruin my work, I'm not done yet!"

I applied myself to draw him beautiful eyebrows, then I could finally start working on the smokey eyes blend with a shadow blend brush. He was annoying me, he couldn't stop blinking his eyes and I had to hold his face to force him to stay still. He kept repeating me every 30 seconds:

"It's almost over? It stings my eyes"

"Almost sshh shut up"

I finally finish and woow with the black smokey blend, his big eyes were even more blue than blue, they looked like headlights.

"Wooow your eyes are so beautiful and blue like that, I was sure it would look good!"

"Show me"

"No wait for me to finish"

I put black pencil under his eye which enlighted even more the blue of his eyes and the mascara which was quite an adventure to apply as he couldn't stop stirred and blinked his eyes. I applied a touch of gloss with a brush.

"Pinch your lips as if you wanted to kiss."

He kissed the tip of my nose with his lips full of gloss

"you really are a fool!"

And we started to laugh, I was really proud of my work and I took off the headband to comb his hair.

"you're so gorgeous Richie"

I showed him the result in a mirror and he started to scream!

"aaaaahh but you're really crazy, look at my face, how I'm gonna remove all that, it's too much! i look like a slut!"

I smirked.

"Yeah my gorgeous little slut... Baby Richie"

He rolls his eyes.

"ok.. now my turn!"

He tried to remember the stages of the makeup that I had just done and I dreaded seeing the result, he made me laugh with his concentrated face by sticking his tongue, he showed me the result and surprisingly it was pretty good!

"You learn quickly, it's really not bad at all"

"Yes, I'm a good student anyway"

"A restless student yes ... Hey come on, we take pictures to keep a memory"

We take pictures, taking sexy and then ridiculous attitudes. And we collapsed on the couch dead with laughter, when suddenly he threw a pillow at my face.

"Ah yeah... you wanna play... dirty little sneaky thing"

And we started a pillow fight in the middle of the living room. We ran after each other, laughing like kids and throwing pillows, suddenly he slipped on me which made us fall to the ground, the pillow fight turned into a tickle battle, then like everytime time in a languorous kiss, then in a long moment of delicious sex on the ground. All the makeup had flowed on our faces and the living room was a mess but we were happy and in love.

It was an afternoon at home as I loved them, full of laughter and love with my loving husband who always followed me in my wildest ideas. I loved him more than anything and I felt really blessed and lucky to have him in my life.

#ring #ringostarr #ringo starr x reader #ringo smut #ringo starr #ringo is the cutest bean to exist #fanfiction #fanfiction smut #the beatles x reader #thebeatles #the beatles fanfiction

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