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the-froschamethyst4 · 6 months

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Things go bump in the Night

➤Day12

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, P in V, language, kissing/making out, ass grabbing, groping, teasing, hand job, blowjob, a bit degrading, deepthroating, a bit of a size kink, slight dirty talking, mentioning a slight breeding kink

𖤐Summary: Ghost and Y/n could bare get any sort of time alone in a long time. So, they finally get it

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Simon sat on the couch as his two kids Silas the oldest and Luna the youngest came walking through the door.

"Hey, kids, how was school?" He asked them.

"Boring," Silas said, tossing his bag on the kitchen counter and heading upstairs to go play video games.

"Well, my day was eventful. Too much drama to keep up with," Luna said, grabbing her homework and heading upstairs to finish it.

Simon waited till he heard Luna's door shut and removed the blanket off his lap revealing his cute wife with his cock in her hands.

"You are insane," she said looking up at him.

"Only for you, love, now...keep going..." he groans.

She swallowed a lump in her throat as she kept moving her hand up and down and licking his tip, looking up at him through her eyelashes. He put his head back groaning his hand on the back of her head, not forcing her or anything just to rest it.

"Mmmm~ my love...keep going...g-god, I love you," he smirks looking down at her.

How did this happen? Y/n giving Ghost a hand job a couple minutes before their kids got home from school.

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An Hour Later

Simon came downstairs from his afternoon shower. He got back from work and the gym. Ghost goes to work in 3 in the morning comes back home around 12:30 after a 40-minute workout.

He looked at his wife preparing dinner for when their kids get home from school. He walks close to her and traps her between the counter and his toned body.

"Ghost."

"Hm?" He kissed her temple as she cuts up carrots and moves them into a pot full on different veggies, diced up chicken and chicken broth. His hands then went from the counter to her hips and moved his hands up from her waist to under her shirt squeezing at her breasts.

"S-S-Simon- w-wait, the k-kids will be h-home soon," she tries to fight with his hands, trying to move them out from under her shirt but they would go right back under, squeezing her, pinching her.

"For f-fucks sake, S-Simon, please l-let me try a-and finish dinner before we c-could do anything."

"Just a quick, one," he said, pushing his crotch against her butt making her feel his hardened dick.

"Ghost..." she slight moans.

"Come on, love...come on," he teased. She places the knife down and drops her head caving in.

"Fine, quickly though," she said.

Simons smirked and picked her up taking her to couch, he removed her shirt and started to kiss her neck, collarbone and between her breasts. She let out a soft moan and ran her finger through his soft dirty blonde hair.

His hands were so rough against her skin, his hands went to her shorts pulling them off and then pulled her up on her butt.

"Wanna help me get these sweats off?" Ghost asked as he got comfortable on the couch Y/n started to rub him through his sweatpants, he moans and looked at her.

"Take it, love," he said.

She bent down and grabbed his dick out of his sweatpants and started to lick his tip and moved her tongue on his base and started to wrap her mouth around his dick, bobbing her head up and down.

He moans and places his hand on the back of her head.

"G-God when's the last time w-we've ever done it?" Ghost asked.

She didn't say anything, she just looked up at him. She moans when his tip just barely hit the back of her throat.

"Shit," he said, looking at the window and seeing his son's car pull into the driveway.

Y/n quickly lifted her head up and looked at Ghost.

"What? What is it?" She asked, he grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and placed it over Y/n.

"Be quiet the kids are home," he completely covered Y/n, as his kids walked into the house.

And this is were we are.

Ghost aligned himself at Y/n's entrance and started to thrust his way into her lower half. Almost immediately tears threatened to fall from her eyes, Ghost saw her eyes start to become red.

"Am I hurting you?"

"N-No...it's just been a-awhile...I-I just have t-to get use t-to you again," she said, running her fingers through her hair.

"I guess it has b-been a while," he chuckled at her. His hands went to her waist thrusting a bit harder into her, she put her head back and moaned when she felt him just barely hit her g-spot.

"O-Oh my god, S-Simon," she moans. He chuckles at her and kisses her lips to hide her moans, he doesn't want the kids to hear them.

she moans into the kiss; his hands squeezed her thighs earning yet another moan from her.

"God, your moans, drive me fucking insane," Ghost said.

Silas looked at his computer screen, talking to his friends and playing the game. He groaned when he died for the 5th time in a row. He knows he sucks at this game, but his friends managed to convince him to play.

Once he groaned and tossed his headphones to the side and ran his fingers down his face pulling at his skin and running his fingers through his hair.

"Fucking hell," he mumbles. He looked at the screen and heard something coming from downstairs. He listened and heard the soft moans.

"Gross," he mumbles. He opens the door and yells at his parents. "YOU TWO ARE FUCKING GROSS!!" Silas yells. "GET A ROOM!!"

Y/n looked at Ghost who chuckled.

"That's n-not funny, S-Simon," Y/n moans.

"I'm almost done, and I know you're almost done too," he smirks kissing her lips and with one more thrust Y/n felt herself close to coming on his dick.

"Holy fuck, love," he said, feeling her tightened around him.

One more thrust and she came on his dick.

"Holy shit," he said, looking down at his dick seeing Y/n leak cum from her lower half and his cum mixing with hers. "God, the thought of you being pregnant again is so fucking hot."

"G-Ghost."

"I won't let you be miserable again," Ghost understood that she always was uncomfortable or miserable when she was pregnant and every time, she was pregnant, she looked miserable and just wanted the pregnancy to be done and over with.

"Love?"

"I'm tired and I need to check on dinner."

"I'll check on dinner, you go get cleaned up and I'll strip the couch down and clean everything," he said.

"Okay..."

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Several Hours Later

Y/n had come down from her shower seeing Ghost had stripped the couch, to clean it and was getting dinner ready in bowls.

"KIDS COME ON!" Ghost yells. Y/n just smiled at him and sat in her spot as the kids started to come down.

"You two are just gonna act like nothing's wrong?" Silas asked as he sat in his spot at the table.

"What? What happened?" Luna asked, looking up from her bowl.

"What do you mean?" Simon asked.

"You know what I mean," Silas said.

"What I want to know!" Luna said.

"Luna, shhh~" Y/n said.

"What?" Luna groaned, leaning back in her chair wanting to know what happened.

"Silas, drop it."

"No, you two are gross," Silas said. "I don't even feel like eating."

"Then go to bed, Silas."

"Simon!"

"What? He doesn't want to eat, he doesn't have to," Simon said, eating the soup.

Y/n looked at Simon with a death glare and Silas just rolled his eyes and went upstairs.

"Simon..."

"FINE! I'll go talk to him," Simon said as he stood up and walked after Silas.

"Did I miss something?" Luna asked.

"No, honey you didn't..." Y/n said.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost

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darkbluekies · 11 months

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Hehe wanted to ask, how good or bad would all of your ocs be at cooking? (if they decide to cook for the reader or cook with them together.)

I already have a assumption one of them would burn the whole kitchen accidentally. 👀

Hahaha okay okay let's see

Silas: 8/10

He's not too bad, he likes cooking. But he gets annoyed when things don't go exactly as he wants. There's a small part of egg shell in the pot? Dish ruined.

Dr Kry: 9/10

Honestly a very good cook, always making healthy dishes and proportional plates. He's more of a nutritionist than a cook so things might not taste good, but they're very good for you. With that being said, he sucks at baking.

King Edmund: -2/10

No way. Don't let him into a kitchen unless you want it ruined, burned down, destroyed, manhandled, mangled and turned upside-down.

Jerry: 10/10

Jerry has had to take care of herself for a long time, so her home skills are perfected. She doesn't necessarily love cooking, but she will do it without complaining. Especially if you say that you're hungry then she'll secretly make something and tell you that she happened to have leftovers from another night.

Hedwig: 8/10

Hedwig loves to be in the kitchen, mostly because of the scents of food and spices and comforting feelings. She feels safe in the kitchen. She's not very interested in cooking, but loves baking. Everything sweet interests Hedwig.

#yandere #yandere ocs #yandere mafia oc #female yandere #yandere rich girl #yandere doctor #king yandere #mikyiku

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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 4 months

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kay maliksi ulit hehe || hmm modern au music rec is glue song

highschool sweet hearts sila tas nagkita ulit tas ikaw na bahala ate? (ate ka ba)

saranghe (napapagod ka na ba sakin)

((HAHAHA. Hala ka, ate ba ako? Hulaan nyo xD))

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi and Makisig. Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults. Self insert? Might be. Char.

Genre: FLUFF

NON- #PhilMytCrea related AU.

Maliksi softly hums a tune that's been playing on his earphones as he started watering the potted chrysanthemums in front of his shop. It's been 3 months since he inherited the family's flower shop business because his Kuya Makisig wanted to pursue his career as a pilot instead. He didn't mind as he's more than happy to work at his own pace and without someone to boss him around.

He wouldn't admit it to others, but despite him being snarky and sarcastic most of the time, he's actually a gentle guy who loved peace and quiet- the only thing the plants and flowers on his shop absolutely gives everyday.

Maliksi was almost done watering the flowers when he remembered that he had some gypsophila delivered earlier. He smiled as he unloaded the pots and placed it gently in a sunny spot near the windows.

Gypsophila-

How nostalgic.

He can still remember how he begged his Kuya Makisig to teach him how to make flower arrangements- they both practiced using the shop's prettiest flowers- except their parents made him pay out of his allowance but he's already spent half of it on the local arcade earlier that week. In the end, their parents refused to let him keep the bouquet they made.

Maliksi sulked so much that his Kuya Makisig ended up sneaking him a gypsophila bouquet to school the next day- their parents never found out since gypsophila is usually just used as fillers on floral arrangements and it's quite cheap, yet his Kuya Makisig just knew how to make it look like it's one of the more expensive types of bouquet.

He can still remember how happy you looked and how red your face was when he handed you flowers on the last Valentine's Day of your highschool journey. You were the top of your class and Maliksi always hated how he always came second. All your highschool years were you two trying to see who will one up one another be it academics or extracurricular activities.

You were his rival- until you're not.

During your third year, you both were chosen to play as the famous Romeo and Juliet. All the late after school practice, the pancit canton chilimansi fueled all-nighters, and the endless phone calls with one another to have the perfect play also ended up with you two getting closer- not that you'll have it any other way.

After graduating, your family had to move back to the province due to your father's work. Maliksi ended up losing contact with you after a few months and that's it. Such fleeting first love.

He can only softly chuckle to himself as he reminisced those good old days.

"Excuse me...What are those called?"

Maliksi's attention snapped back to reality and at the short highschool boy who is now standing inside the shop, pointing at the flowers he's currently holding.

"Uhh.. these? Gypsophila."

The boy nervously looked around the shop once again, twiddling his thumbs before speaking.

"M...my Ate has a bouquet of that kind and she's got it preserved for a very long time...but I destroyed it accidentally when I was playing with my soccer ball in her room."

That's so cute and sweet.

Maliksi smiled, "I can recreate the bouquet for you. Do you remember what other flowers is in there?"

The boy shook his head before pointing at the flowers in Maliksi's hand "Nothing else. Just that." The boy started fumbling along his pockets before finding three crumpled 100 peso bills and some change. "I saved this from my allowance. Do you think you can do it with this?"

It was clearly not enough but Maliksi didn't mind since he also used to be a highschool student who relied on weekly allowance for stuff he wanted to buy. "Of course, buddy. Let me get your sister's bouquet started."

Maliksi prepared some cotton paper and pastel pink cellophane and started to masterfully arrange the flowers- making a very pretty bouquet that anyone is bound to swoon over. It is a skill he's developed while growing up and occasionally helping hie parents at the shop during holidays. Once he's done, the boy stared at the bouquet in awe, eyes twinkling in admiration.

"It's so pretty! Prettier than the one I accidentally destroyed."

Maliksi smirked at the kid before softly chuckling. "What? I don't think I ever made an ugly bouquet my whole life."

"I...How much do I need to add if I'll have it delivered at my Ate's work? I have a soccer game in 10 minutes."

"You know what, I'll make it free delivery if you promise me you'll win your soccer game, deal?"

"Deal!"

"My ate works at the bank. She'll be out at 5:30pm. If you see some woman with curly hair, around your age and is wearing a cute dress- that's her. Thank you so much!"

The boy left right away for his soccer game, leaving Maliksi with the bouquet. He then started closing the flower shop before grabbing his black hoodie and wearing it above his plain white shirt paired with his grey sweatpants- he's not really up to dress up right now since it'll be too much work when he'll just be delivering a bouquet to some stranger.

Three minutes before 5:30 - Maliksi was already outside the said workplace, leaning on his motorcycle with the bouquet in one hand, waiting for the boy's sister.

You glance at the huge wall clock, waiting for it to struck 5:30 so you can get out of this place already. Your youngest brother has a soccer game going on right now, yet you've been ignoring him for a whole week now after he sneaked into your room and accidentally broke some stuff.

Maybe I should buy him something and him on his game? But he might get embarrassed since he's at that angsty teenager pace...

You walked out of your work, eyes on the ground as you deliberately think if you should sneak on your brother's game to watch him-

"Excuse me, I believe this is for you- Y/n?!"

You quickly looked up to where the voice came from and hurriedly ran towards him with an embrace. "Maliksi!" He made sure to catch you in his arms while you both giggle like two kids as he spins you around before setting you down.

"Ah, it's been so long! I missed you!" You softly giggled before gently ruffling his hair like you used to do to him back in highschool.

Maliksi smiled, not bothering to hide the slight blush that has been forming in his cheeks while still holding you. "I missed you too. I never thought I'll see you here again. You told me yor family will be staying at the province for good."

"We're supposed to. But my brother wants to attend an engineering program for college so, here we are. Our parents stayed at the province though."

"Wait...your brother-"

"Jake, That chubby little kid who used to crawl all over our highschool projects!"

Maliksi's eyes widen in realization that the shy and goofy kid he was talking to earlier was the kid that often bothered him and Y/n's study time back in highschool.

"He's grown! I've met him earlier. He wants me to give you this, because apparently, you were mad that he accidentally ruined the original one."

You can feel your cheeks heating up as if you were caught red-handed to be cherishing that one bouquet you received from Maliksi back in high school very dearly that you went out of your way to preserve it after all these years.

Maliksi burst out chuckling at your flustered face, finding it as adorable as ever. "You could've just tried to look for me when you got back. I would've made you a bouquet for each Valentine's Day we missed since high school."

((I'LL MAKE A PART TWOOO! I'M SO SORRY, I'VE BEEN SICK AND MY BRAIN IS SO SABAW FROM ALL THE ANTIHISTAMINES I'VE BEEN TAKING))

ALSOOO- I'll melt if someone tells those lines to me helppp. AND LOOK AT THAT FACE----- IMAGINE THAT RUNNING TO HUG YOUUUU AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Art is by: @ask-emilz-de-philz , please support them! <3

#planet puto #philmytcrea #planetputo #rp tamawo #maliksithetamawo #rp maliksi #writers on tumblr #ianewrites

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kirythestitchwitch · 4 months

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Klaroline WIP Wed - Freaky Friday Time Travel Fic - Part 4

Hi @galvanizedfriend this is your shout out! 😊

Part One here

Part Two here

Part Three here

He licked his lips, opened his mouth with a sly little tilt to his lips, dimples creasing his cheeks with whatever profane thing was about to come out, and quickly she clapped her hand over his mouth, her own cheeks burning. “Don’t answer that!” she hissed, “You could break the space-time continuum, and then what? The universe implodes!”

The warm vibrations of his muffled laughter trembled against her fingertips and she snatched her hand back. Rubbed the thumb of her other hand against the faint tingle on her skin.

“I doubt those particular details will break the universe, sweetheart,” Klaus said, that curling smile that spoke of a thousand intimate secrets between them hovering on his lips. “But you are correct. As delightful as you are, you do not belong here yet.” Something familiar and dangerous filled his gaze, chasing away the humor. “If you’re here, my Caroline seems to be somewhere else, probably wherever you came from. I would like to know what she will be walking into.”

Caroline frowned. Recalled to herself that odd sensation like she had stumbled past someone else in the brightness of the time travel. Had that been the other Caroline? “I was just studying for my finals in my room. It’s almost graduation. And you!” she said, stopping to look around the dark of the balcony floor.

“Yes?” The shadowed look in his eyes didn’t seem to lessen at the mention of graduation, if anything, his expression darkened further.

Spotting the necklace in the shadow of a potted plant and the wall, Caroline triumphantly fished it out and held it up. “You sent me this!” It dangled from one hand and even though she touched the pendant with the other, it remained inert. One way trip only, it seemed.

Klaus immediately made a face. “I did not.”

“Yes, you did.” Caroline swung it a little close to him and he leaned away from getting smacked in the face. “There was one of your paint boxes on my porch with my name in your handwriting on sketch paper taped to the top.”

“Sweetheart, that necklace is ghastly; I wouldn’t have desecrated your neck with it in a millennia. And that is the most inelegant presentation.” His tone turned grudging. “One does try to impress.”

“But… if you didn't give me this ugly thing then who did?” And who would go through such an elaborate setup to get her to open it?

Klaus shot her a slightly impatient look. “You can’t think of anyone in town making your lives miserable during that period?”

Caroline blinked. “Silas? What would he want with me, I’m not important–”

“Don’t say that.” His voice was firm but soft. An odd expression stole over his face, there and gone in a moment. Something about it left Caroline feeling lost before he spoke again. “As if you hadn’t been attempting to twist me around your fingers for months,” he said with good humor.

Her cheeks warmed. Of course he knew, he wasn’t an idiot, but he’d never called her on it. “It seems to have worked out for you,” she said, deciding to brazen it through and fish for information. Maybe it wouldn't hurt the universe too much to know a bit about her future?

Unfortunately, he seemed to see that for what it was and dimpled at her. “Quite.” With a hand, he beckoned her toward him as he backed into the bedroom. “Come, let’s get off the balcony, not all our neighbors sleep at night and I don’t want to be overheard.”

He disappeared around the corner and Caroline hesitated a moment and then followed him into the room, shutting the balcony doors behind her. It was spacious and gorgeous, and exactly what she would have chosen for a classically French apartment if given infinite money a free rein. It was with an odd sense of recognition that she realized that that was probably exactly what had happened.

Bare feet sinking into the plush rugs over the hardwood floor, she wandered around the room, looking at photos from a life she hadn’t lived yet: Caroline on an elephant beaming, Caroline and Bonnie in snow gear on a snowy mountain waving at the camera, Rebekah and Caroline in bikinis on the beach looking like the best of friends, Rebekah and Kol–Kol?!–and a dark-haired man with Caroline at a paintball course liberally covered in paint. Selfies of her and Klaus were also scattered throughout the frames in gorgeous locations.

It painted a picture of a happy life and it made somewhere inside Caroline ache. Tyler and she were trying so hard to keep their relationship together despite everything that kept coming between them, and this made it look like everything was for nothing. Hayley’s shitty interference, Klaus himself driving him out of town, Tyler’s mad quest for revenge and the consequences that came from that.

There was a soft whoosh at her elbow and Klaus appeared as she was staring down at a picture of them in front of a gorgeous waterfall in a canyon, sitting on a bookshelf next to the door to the walk-in closet. In the picture Klaus was looking at her, not the camera, and the look in his eyes was one of the most romantic things she’d ever seen.

“Where was this?” she asked softly. She wasn’t sure if she was starting to feel lightheaded or if that was the anxiety churning in her stomach but whatever it was she was not enjoying it.

He looked over at the photo, the corner of his mouth curling at some unknown memory. He’d pulled a loose grey V-neck t-shirt on along with a pair of shoes, and his pants appeared to have been fastened properly, finally. A blood bag was held in one of his hands. Caroline tried not to look too hungrily at it. “Morocco. We hiked into Akchour Falls, where Caroline took that picture.”

Something caught her eye in the photo and she leaned closer. “Hold on…” It took her a second to be sure, but the Caroline in the photo was definitely wearing a rock and a gold band on the ring finger of her left hand.

“Ah, about that–” “We’re married?!” Caroline nearly shrieked.

#klaroline #klaroline wip wed #Klaroline for ts #tvd for ts #Yes i think that's a good place to end it #me @ klaus: good luck buddy #FFTT au

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draguta · 10 months

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.a court of fate and fortune | twenty-five.

pairing: lucien vanserra x fem!reader

summary: | book two | lovers separated, powers that won't be controlled, a doomed wedding. with the threat of war looming over prythian, lucien, Y/N, tamlin, and rhysand's inner circle must scramble to find allies and prepare themselves for what is to come. but Y/N only has one aim; to find her way back to lucien, and protect him at all costs.

chapter warnings: minor smut (literally a sprinkling - barely there at all)

chapter word count: 4196

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Everything was different after that day in Leif.

You’d been allowed to sleep late the next morning, having skipped dinner and breakfast, but when Alis finally knocked softly on the door and popped her head in with a tray of lunch at midday, you’d been surprised to catch a glimpse of the golden armour of sentinels through the small crack that she made in the doorway.

Alis watched where your eyes fell - not on her, or on the food tray that she had so carefully curated that morning, but on the sentinels. “Lord Tamlin ordered them here last night, after you fell asleep,” she explained, although the lilt in her voice suggested that she was as much a fan of the idea as you were. “They’re meant to watch your door, day and night.”

“Hmm,” was the only response you offered her as you wondered, for a moment, if it was Tamlin’s idea to keep you guarded and safe, or to keep the remainder of the manor guarded and safe…from you.

No doubt he had heard every detail about your victory in Leif the day before. No doubt he was wondering exactly where you had learnt such skills with a sword - skills that couldn’t have been taught in only a few weeks of training with Silas.

And then there was Lucien. He had actually told Tamlin…confessed his love for you in front of the one person who had the power to keep the two of you apart. Were the guards an extension of that? Another way to keep Lucien away from you as he had once done after Under the Mountain?

Alis placed the tray at the foot of the bed, the pot of tea and tea cup rattling with the action. You sat up, rubbing at your sleep-filled eyes. Your head ached; the cut on the back of your head had been healed in minutes the night before, Lucien’s deft hands making quick work of the injury, but it hadn't dulled the lingering pain that followed. Yet, the silence provided it with at least a reprieve from the constant business that usually surrounded the manor.

Silence…

“Where is Lucien?” You asked as nonchalantly as you could manage, picking at a strawberry from the small fruit platter that sat beside the plate of pastries on the tray. Alis glanced up at you from under her lashes as she poured you a steaming cup of tea, the swirls of heat curling up and around her face.

“There’s a library in the temple,” she explained tightly. “Lord Tamlin sent him there early this morning to find a way to…bring Feyre back.”

You pursed your lips, cocking your head to the side in question. “And Tamlin will want to see me today?” You knew the answer - he would want to talk about what happened in Leif for certain, and would likely grill you about your relationship with Lucien. You would honour Lucien, in the same way that he had you - would tell Tamlin everything, tell him how much you loved Lucien, how much the emissary meant to you.

Tamlin wouldn’t like it. But you wouldn’t back down.

“Lord Tamlin isn’t here,” Alis said, handing you the cup of tea - faint scents of honey wafted up to your nostrils, sweet and sugary and warm, but you couldn’t focus on them. Not when Alis was watching you so pointedly, as if waiting for some kind of explanation. “He received a letter this morning, and immediately went to the woods. I doubt he’ll be back until sundown.”

‘Went to the woods’. That meant he was in beast form. Whatever was in that letter…it must have angered him enough for him to want solitude for the day. “What letter?” You asked slowly, watching as Alis sighed, lowering her head. Her hand slipped into her pocket, pulling a small scrap of parchment and an envelope that had been carelessly ripped open from inside it.

“I found it left on the dining room table after breakfast,” she said, studying the letter with pinched brows. “I shouldn’t have taken it, but…”

“It’s okay, Alis,” you said softly, reaching out to take the parchment from her. “If you have a problem with Tamlin because of it, you can blame it on me.”

Alis only nodded once in gratitude, although I knew she would never do such a thing as lie to her High Lord, as my eyes drifted down to the letter, trailing over each line. My heart stopped.

‘Tamlin, I left of my own free will. I am cared for and safe. I am grateful for all that you did for me, all that you gave. Please don’t come looking for me. I’m not coming back. Feyre.’

She had done it. She had actually done it.

You would have cried with joy if you weren’t so concerned about what that meant for the Spring Court, for the people that lived here and had to deal with Tamlin’s wrath. He surely wouldn’t let this go, wouldn’t for a second understand her want or need to leave the Spring Court. Just as he had once never understood your need to leave.

Lucien hadn’t failed to tell you about those weeks that you were gone, how Tamlin had nearly gone mad searching for you, for Feyre. Had contemplated risking war with the Night Court just to ensure you returned to the Spring Court safely.

Little had he known that you were fine - both of you had been just fine - sitting happy in comfort in Rhys’ palaces, drinking wine and eating fully. Feyre had taken her lessons, had learnt to read and write, had gained a healthy and much-needed weight. Was no doubt learning the joy of the found family you had joined months prior at that very moment.

Rhys and Mor, Cassian and Amren. And Azriel.

How they would have welcomed Feyre, just as they had welcomed you. ‘I know you don’t think of Velaris as your home. But if you ever did decide to stay, there would always be room for you.’ That’s what Cassian had once told you. You wondered if the same would be the case for Feyre. It would be, you knew that. Especially since Feyre was Rhysand’s mate…

Rhysand. Rhysand who had sent you back here, to the Spring Court. Rhysand, who had saved Feyre from this place, took her out of the path of Tamlin ire, but had left you here regardless. And for what reason? To benefit his own goals. To forward his own plans.

But at least Feyre was safe, even if you were still stuck there. Even if the only good that had come out of your return to Spring was reuniting with Lucien.

Yet, you weren’t sure, despite those few positives, that you could trust Rhys quite the same again. You had been used as a pawn, something he would never have done to Feyre you were sure. It had been ‘your choice’, but it hadn’t really. Not when there was so much resting on this, resting on that spellbook and the information you could gather here. There was no choice there for you at all.

Feyre is out and safe. You’re back with Lucien. That’s what you would keep telling yourself, even if it was hard to believe that everything would be okay despite those factors. Especially now that the spellbook was gone…

“She is safe, right?” Alis asked suddenly, hand wringing at her skirts. You had never seen her look so timid before, usually so blunt and firm. She bit at the inside of her cheek, looking up at you nervously, as if she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know the answer at all. “It’s just, that day…I helped that female - the pretty one, from the Night Court. I took her right to Feyre, asked her to take Feyre away, to look after her. And…I need to know that I made the right decision, that Feyre is safe there. You were there, at the Night Court. Please, tell me.”

Your lips curled into a soft smile, leaning forward across the mattress to take Alis’ hand, squeezing it softly, reassuringly. “She’ll be fine there, Alis,” you soothed. “The Night Court is not what everyone thinks it is. The rumours aren’t true. She’ll be safe. She’ll be happy.”

Alis seemed to sag with relief, a heavy breath escaping her parted lips. Then she paused, cocked her head, and looked to you again, those bark-brown eyes soft and understanding. “Were you happy there? What you said to Lord Tamlin, was any of that true?”

“No,” you said honestly, drawing in a deep breath as you sat up in the bed once again, brushing down the fabric of the comforter, not meeting her eye. “None of it was true. I was…so very happy there, in a way.”

“Do you intend to go back?” She asked, raising a brow. You paused.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” you said slowly. “Perhaps one day. But, wherever my home is, I don’t know if I’ve found it yet. I think I’m meant to be wherever…wherever Lucien is.”

Alis smirked, a knowing, mischievous glint in her eye as she tilted her chin upwards, that timidness a thing of the past. “Then that would be in the dining room for lunch then.”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Each of Lucien’s fingers hit gently against the wood of the table top in a delicate, routined rhythm, one pulled from an old drinking song his brother had once taught him, long before he had been forced out of the Autumn Court, long before Under the Mountain, before he had met Y/N.

Everything seemed so…messy now. Feyre’s letter had arrived that morning over breakfast, and whilst Tamlin had barely said a word before its arrival, likely due to lingering anger from Lucien’s confession the day before, the silence that had followed had been overbearing, and he had known without needing to read the letter himself that the High Lord would not be spending much longer at that table.

He had been right; Tamlin had left and disappeared into the woods moments later, the unsettling, feral roar of the beast that he had become echoing in his wake.

But as he leaned back in his chair, in the same spot he had been in that morning when the letter had arrived, he pondered everything that he knew.

One, Feyre was gone, possibly for good this time, and that letter had proved it. That was the letter that had been sent that morning, Lucien was sure of it, even if he hadn’t wanted to pry enough to read it himself. Those words were meant for Tamlin’s eyes, not Lucien’s, and he knew that. That was why, when he had seen Alis slip the letter into her pocket to dispose of, he hadn’t stopped her.

Two, it was the Night Court - it was Rhysand - that had taken Feyre, to that faraway court in the North that no one had ever dared step foot in. No one, that is, besides Y/N. She had been there, had lived amongst them, had trusted Rhysand enough in those weeks to know that he wouldn’t hurt her. In fact, he had helped her, and Lucien would be remiss if he hadn’t seen how Feyre had returned a little healthier, with a little of her glow back.

Three, Rhysand still couldn’t be trusted, not by him, even if Y/N was so adamant that he was an ally. The way that he had slunk into the manor on more than one occasion now - the things Lucien had seen him do Under the Mountain… How could he, in good faith, trust someone like that? Trust a male who had walked into another’s home and stolen away their bride? Yet, he trusted Y/N, more than he trusted anyone else. Even still - even with the handful of good deeds he had witnessed Rhysand do - Lucien couldn’t bring himself to offer him more than a slither of trust. But he had to, had to trust that Feyre was, in fact, okay. There was no other option.

But that letter…there was something off about that letter.

A single moment crossed over his mind - chained at the sunken base of a pit, Y/N watching white-faced from over the lip, a riddle written on the wall, three levers…

Feyre couldn’t read. Not back then, not Under the Mountain, not when it had been Lucien’s own life hanging in the balance. But…he’d seen her around the manor, books in hand, walking from her room to the gardens, exiting the library, hauled up in a chair by the fire in the sitting room with a book in her lap. She’d somehow learnt to read.

But that didn’t extend to writing, and to write took a lot more concentration, focus, time than reading, than Feyre had been granted since Under the Mountain. Feyre could read now, but surely, Feyre couldn’t write.

So whoever had written that letter, it hadn’t been her. Whomever had held that pen, had so delicately carved the words in ink onto that parchment, it wasn’t Feyre. Logically, it had to have been Rhysand.

That would explain Tamlin’s anger then. He believed it to be a trick.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight - tiredness caused them to sting. It had been an early start that morning, and Tamlin’s orders had sent him down to the temple, down to deal with Ianthe as he searched through their small collection of ancient books that might have yielded any information about Feyre, about how to break that bargain she’d made with the Lord of Night. There had been nothing, and hours of avoiding Ianthe and endless reading had left him exhausted; he’d winced when he’d gone to change for lunch and caught sight in the mirror of the heavy bags under his eyes and the redness that was creeping in spidery lines through the white of his russet eyes.

It had been that reflection alone that had caused him to pull the cork from the decanter of wine and pour himself a glass.

A pleasant lilt, alongside the click of the door locking, sounded from behind him. “A little early to be drinking, isn’t it?”

“Not when you’ve had the morning I’ve had,” Lucien said with a tilt of his head - an invitation - to where Y/N hovered there, watching him carefully. He pursed his lips, turning in his seat to face her properly. Her smirk sent his heart into rapid beats, hard and heavy against the ribs caging it in place. She stepped forward, each step wafted that addictive scent of her toward him - how had he lived through all of those weeks without that scent? She stopped at his side, reaching over to take the glass from his hand, smirking once more as she took a single sip and lowered it from her lips, swirling the dark-red liquid around inside.

“In that case,” she said, voice sweet like honey, the same tone that had him falling to his knees for her so many months ago, had him dreaming of her at night in more than indecent situations, had him worrying for every single second about her long before he realised that what he was feeling was love. She continued, “Perhaps you’d like some company.”

He leaned forward, hands going to her hips, bunching up in the silky material of her dress slightly as he looked up at her, and she looked down at him from under thick, black lashes, expectantly. “If that company is from you,” he said with a wry smile, “then always.”

She laughed, bright and airy, and Lucien was sure he’d be willing to listen to that sound on a constant repeat for the rest of his years. He would willingly die at her hand just to hear that laugh again, if that’s what it took.

She perched in the seat beside him, grabbing the decanter of wine and filling her own glass. He watched the glint in her eyes - the way the sun reflected on the hues of colour in her hair as she threw her head back and swallowed the liquid in one go.

“Why are you drinking so early?” She asked innocently, pouring herself another glass and topping up Lucien’s. He paused, cocking his head slightly as she watched him closely.

“I assume you heard about Feyre’s letter,” he said - not a question, but a statement - and she nodded. Lucien huffed out a small sigh, stretching his back slightly in the arch of the chair’s back. “Well, I’d rather not think about it right now. Alcohol…helps to numb the thoughts.”

“So you’re drinking to forget?” Y/N asked slowly, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Is there any other reason?” He offered, throwing her a cocky grin. Her brows pinched in worry, and he reached over, intertwining his fingers with hers. “My mind has been…busy, lately. With everything going on. I just need one afternoon where my mind is clearer, where I don’t have to worry.”

She nodded once. “I could do with one of those too,” was all she said as she swallowed down another glass of wine.

One more glass and she was shuffling her chair a little closer to him. Another glass and she was giggling. One more and his hand was on her thigh. A bottle later and that hand had trailed further up her leg. Another bottle cracked open and she was resting her head on his shoulder as he told her stories of the Autumn Court. By the time that bottle was finished, she was splayed across the table, legs resting on his shoulders as he feasted on her.

Drink. Drink. Drink. Fuck. Drink. Fuck. Drink. Feast. Drink. Fuck. Drink.

By the time the two of you were finished, the dining room was a mess of empty bottles, the glasses forgotten when the second bottle had been cracked open. There were clothes strewn about the floor, although both of you had remained wearing enough clothes to be deemed appropriate. He still wore his trousers, although the front had been unbuttoned enough to slip out the part of him that brought you the most pleasure, now tucked away but left revealing that slither of auburn hair that led right down to it. His tunic had been thrown off at some point, but he still wore his white linen shirt, untucked from his trousers, and untied down to his ribs, his golden chest fully on show. Your dress had practically been ripped from your body, but you still wore your slip and skirts, enough that skin was showing - skin that had been kissed and bitten enough to turn certain spots a sultry red and purple - but not so much that should someone walk in at that moment, or pass by the large windows that looked out onto the garden, they’d see anything you’d rather keep hidden from prying eyes.

You were both on the verge of too drunk, giggling and swaying, more alcohol in your systems than you’d ever drank before. But Lucien had been right - with the manipulation of the alcohol on your senses, you’d not been able to worry, had not been able to think about anything other than the male you were with in that moment.

Not until he had scooped yours and his discarded clothes under his arm and tugged at your hand to guide you up to his room, where there was ‘much more wine, and one of Tamlin’s bottles of sherry waiting for you, as Lucien had said, did your clouded mind clear enough for one thought to squeeze its way through.

Tamlin was gone for the day. That’s what Alis had said that morning. Tamlin wasn’t in the manor. Meaning that it would be the perfect time to scour his study for the spellbook without the threat of the High Lord walking in and catching you in the act.

“There’s something I need to take care of first,” you said when the two of you reached the bottom step of the stairs. Lucien paused, falling back down one stair and narrowing his eyes at you. You giggled once more and reached up on your tiptoes, planting a soft and fleeting kiss to his lips, swollen from the kisses you’d already given him that day. “I’ll be there in just a moment, I promise.”

“Is it anything I can help you with?” He asked slowly, but you shook your head softly.

“I promised Alis I’d fetch her the hair ribbon that’s frayed at the edges this afternoon. I want to drop it off before she begins making dinner,” you explained - he raised an eyebrow, awaiting further explanation. “I left it in the library a few days ago.”

His face scrunched just a tiny amount, and just for a moment - the face of a male who was being made to wait before receiving his pleasure - but he finally nodded, reciprocating the kiss that you’d given him, before turning and heading up the stairs. You chuckled as you noticed his sway, the way he gripped at the bannister. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he called over his shoulder. “And I’ll give you a reward if you’re quick enough.”

You watched him reach the top step and disappear down the hall toward his room, out of sight. And then you were moving, as fast as you could despite your drunken state.

Tamlin’s study was more chaotic than you remembered it being before Under the Mountain, although every visit into that room since then had provided an added layer of unkemptness. But that did offer the problem of where, exactly, to begin your search.

The bookcase yielded nothing, and the small boxes and drawers on the chest of drawers also provided no hints. There was no sign of the book. You searched everywhere, until only his desk remained unchecked.

You paused, wondering if stifling through his papers was somehow an invasion of his privacy, but the thought of that upcoming war, of your friends, of Lucien, on the battlefield…it pushed you forward. The drawers offered nothing other than maps and letters to the other High Lords in the Seasonal Courts for any kind of information they could give on the Night Court and the High Lord that ruled over it; from what you could tell, none had bothered to reply.

You were just about to give up, slumping back into his leather chair, when something caught your eye. A single letter resting on the top of the papers that blanketed the desktop, as if it had been laid there to rest, waiting for its receiver to ponder whether to read it or not. It was different from the other letters - the paper was thicker and heavier, slightly yellower, as if not of such a good quality as the letters written by the High Lords. And the seal…

You’d seen that seal before, on papers and documents and maps in Rhys’ own study. On plans for war, and peace, and alliances.

The seal of Hybern.

You felt sick. Your hands trembled as you reached forward, picking up that letter with cold fingers. It couldn’t be - he couldn’t have been in communication with Hybern. But then again, he was different. Under the Mountain had changed him, as it had you.

The letter was unopened, and it wouldn’t be difficult to melt the wax seal enough to crack it from the parchment and discover the secrets that the envelope held inside.

“Snooping doesn’t suit you, Y/N.”

You cringed at the sultry purr that sounded from the door, one that told you the bearer knew exactly what you were up to. You dropped the letter to the desk as if it disinterested you.

“And eavesdropping doesn’t suit you, Ianthe,” you countered. You smirked, baring your teeth. “But then again, you are a snake, so perhaps I’m wrong.”

Her robes swayed, swishing against the floor as she stepped into the room, coming right to the other side of the desk, leaning over to pick up the unopened letter from Hybern. She studied it carefully, her teal eyes flickering to you. “I knew my new friends would be getting in contact,” she said with no large amount of subtlety in the victory of her tone. “I’ll let Tamlin know their letter has arrived.”

“Why would you have any contact with Hybern?” You asked, face a stone-mask, your own voice untelling of what you felt - the pure dread. “Why would Tamlin?”

Ianthe’s eyes flashed as she realised my knowledge of what was to come stretched a far larger breadth than she had first realised, but her face remained pinched, those plump, perfect lips curled into a cruel smile. “For Feyre, of course.” She flicked her golden hair over her shoulder, the blue of her hood covering the wavy locks as they fell down her back. “Tamlin will want to know every possible angle, and Hybern can help. Surely you’d want that too, Y/N?”

You swallowed once. “Of course I do, Ianthe.” A feigned smile.

But you knew only one thing in that moment - you had to contact the Night Court.

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luciidsimmer · 1 year

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Wilde Family Home *Lucid Legacy*

Custom content linked below!⇩

My founder's home for my Lucid Legacy Challenge!

Watch the gameplay HERE Watch the founder's speed cas HERE

Original house: "20K Cottage Living" by ShibaSimSim on the gallery!

Exterior

Front Door | Clothes Line & Washing Bucket

Entrance

Wallpaper | Floors | Rug Not Pictured: Dusty mirror

Kitchen

Living Room

Faye & Silas' Bedroom

Bathroom

Wallpaper | Tiles | Painting | Tub Not Pictured: Mirror | Painting

Nursery

Floor Plan

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thehollowwriter · 1 month

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🎻🍔 for any ocs of your choosing ♡

🙏🙏💖💕 pardon me quinn !! i havent been able to read all your new ocs posts and fics 😭💖 i still care them though ...

It's ok, Kit! Take your time, there's no rush ^^

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

I answered this for Morrigan, Cosme, Nkulu, and Timo here, so I'll do Finn and Silas for this one

Silas doesn't play any instruments unless doing some rhythm type stuff on any hollow things he can find counts. He does have a love for music and wants to start learning how to play a wide selection of instruments, but he just can't find the time.

Finn does play, thanks to the encouragement of his Papa! He has dabbled in a number of different things (piano, flute, singing, etc), but he's very skilled and at intermediate for saxophone! After talking about it with Malleus, he now wants to learn violin.

🍔 HAMBURGER — Is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

Answered for Silas here!

Finn is good at cooking! Silas was, and still is, very adamant he learn every skill necessary to keep him alive, and that included cooking! Finn really enjoys it as not only does he bond with his father but also his partners since they like to cook as well. He was so excited to learn new cooking methods on land, even if cooking with fire for the first time resulted in burnt food. He doesn't bake as much, but he's tried a couple of things and is pondering over asking Trey for lessons or tips. Still, even if he did bake more, he prefers cooking.

Morrigan... oh... Morrigan... he's utterly hopeless at cooking, at least before he met Silas. Silas taught him how to prep fish and all that, and that's about all Morrigan can do. Those heat vents? He's hopeless. He kept burning the food until Silas was like "Okay no more heat vents for you," lol. He was so bad on land as well that he managed to burn a pot of water. Baking is out of the question. He can make little cupcakes (somehow?), and that's it.

Tagging: @distant-velleity @boopshoops @theleechyskrunkly @the-banana-0verlord @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @jovieinramshackle @elenauaurs

#quinn quips #quinn answers #quinn's friends #kit #morrigan clearcove #silas clearcove #finn clearcove #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc ask game

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femmefaeryboi · 1 year

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help i feel like shit o)-(

#is this a pots flareup???#maybe???#who knows! certainly not me!!#shut up silas #mobile hell

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cryptidfagswag · 11 months

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Band is over for the year and I'm sad, here are all of the quotes I've gathered from it (long) (very long) (contains sex jokes)

I've got myelin on my jeez-o-pete

Ohp- that's not how you put pants on

Great sound! but the battery died :(

Low brass, can you count to six?

Who won the race? not the band

Let's go swimming, no I might die

You're just eating flour now. Mmmm delicious, I'm choking

Why are you thinking about his cock? Thats not very "I like women'' of you

You do everything he says, he's got this big ass knife

Shit me, fuck me, stick me in a can

You're good with that?

I mean, yeah, I know how to use an elevator-

*carrying chimes up the stairs,*

Don't mind me, just a fairy

Festive, super festive, like Santa threw up

They will not be held responsible unless they stab you directly with a sea urchin

What kind of pie?

Pie!!!

Put your bongos away Noah, you delinquent

Nah I like my men with nice tits

Can you feel it, the rays of sunshine, joy, fear

Hey, it's kinda hot up here. It's not really, I just want you to take off your clothes

Anyone want…plugs

If you can suck a mouthpiece, you can suck a dick

That shits gonna kill you

That's the point

Chicken pot?

Pie!!!

Causes microwave issues

C'mon, fuck me in the ass. With a condom, don't forget that part

How are you today

Pretty fucking horny

See, now I know you're gonna hide

But you don't know where

I'm sticking my penis places it shouldn't be. Like the meat grinder. I'm making sauce, making it saucy

Let's play happy!

Oh, I am not happy anymore

Industry baby!

Everybody just started sobbing, you cannot think this is a good idea

He took, no, he took his skin and fed it to his family, he's a good luck charm

When I die, I wanna get cremated and put into a blunt

Ah, fuck me

Was that an invitation?

Was that an offer?

Contrary to popular belief, I am in fact a bottom

Murder hornets all over those clarinets

Sweet Caroline, fuck my ass

There's nothing inspiring about your digga-digga-dahts

Oboe- gods gift to the woodwind section

It's not a gift, it's a a hazard

Oboe, more like oh no

I just burped on the snare

What the fuck-

Just thought I’d let you boys know

Look, a Lowe's! We're gonna build a wall!

Poom poom

Beacon no, we promised we'd stop

I'm the recessive trait hiding in your phenotypes

I'd make out with you in a Denny's parking lot, and I'd suck your dick outside and IHOP

Do you have a shitty pancake restaurant kink?

Ok no, if you got a worm, and fried it in cheese, it would be exactly like a cheeto

Honestly I would eat a worm raw

Ohp you're too tall, I decapitated you

Friends, colleagues, fucking rat bastards

He dropped his euphonium on my tuba once. Well, not my tuba, if it was my tuba I would've murdered him.

We need an instrument. Aha! So, a clarinetist walks into a bar- no-

Where did you even get that?

Theft? I don't know

Babies aren't supposed to be that cute, they're like, all mushy. There's too much skin and not enough surface area

The guy with the bottle of rocks looked like he was having fun

Silas is in the shit container

Honestly I'm just really tired and really horny

A balloon fetish, like, do you stick your penis in a balloon

Dude if a worm looks at me, I will cry for like, two hours

Dad, where do babies come from? Mmm storks

I could fight someone with my cheeks and win

Do you need lungs to play the trumpet? No

Sorry I can't come to band today, my pigs are giving birth

I'm straight but I too would offer my hole to him

Wyatt put your trumpet mouthpiece in this

Do not put your trumpet mouthpiece in this

Vape? Nah, half a clarinet

Have you seen gus?

Oh he's over there getting molested by his mustard yellow friends

I can't wait to get to Hawaii and say 'bonjour, mexico'

It burns my mouth like a hot pocket from hell

I am shiny, fabulous, and full of syrup

I had to manhandle my English muffin

Stop crying, start smoking

I like the humidity. Makes me feel moisturized. Like I'm being licked by the atmosphere, everywhere on my body

No I would like to sex him with considerable vigor

Don't you wanna climb up those mountains, it looks so appetizing. Gonna slurp up those clouds

Oh is that nice on your cute little patoots

Anyone got weed up there?

Yeah! Do you want me to just, like, toss it down?

I remember you, you were useless

Penguins, cause they have toes. That's gonna go well

Let loose and defenestrate

I like it, you look like a stripper

I want to vomit with gusto, with enthusiasm

I am actually a trained exorcist

I like that in a man

That did considerable hurt upon me. I did not like that

They went spearfishing together, that's the gayest shit I've heard all week

Who would win, Scheels or an orca

As in, dressing up in a dinosaur costume and fighting Elvis

We say 'here's the tune,' and then we all just scream for six minutes

Damn girl, what those knees do

Hold on a minute, im sacrificing a freshman to the old gods

No, no, come back, i'm getting sacrificed

I've heard you play, you sound scrumptious, you sound slaylicious

Isn't today a special day to be a third trumpet

No, part of my personality is I'm just having an existential crisis, all the time

That's not smoke on the water, that's I smoked too much

I want to be the justice, wrath, and love of God all at once

He has his masters in going hee honk

Do you like country? Well you're about to find out

He drives like a maniac with his colossal biceps

How do you do the alphabet? It's complicated

Why did you touch your toes like that?

Because we're thermostats

I don't want to know your name, I like our relationship the way it is

You have no business wanting my skin

I will feed your sun dried bones to the old gods

Mack, what time do we get out?

Like, 10:40

What time is it?

10:22

Jesus balls

Violence is not the answer

But cannibalism is

Our churches are all, like, old Walmarts

Shake that bagpipe? Yes please

Everyone's days are numbered

Your number is significantly lower than the average american

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