shirts by Rock & Rebellion, a very of-the-era Affliction/Dirtbag knockoff. via ebay.

Is nsfw ok to request? Can i request eyeless and hoodie with a SO that showed up in a lingerie. Thank you 😊

NSFW is indeed ok 😌 I feel like I write a lot of NSFW for an asexual lmao, but thank you for the request! And sorry it took so long! I’ve just moved to my uni accommodation so I’ve had a lot to do recently.

characters: Eyeless Jack, Hoodie|Brian Thomas

Pronouns: not specified

Genre: NSFW

Eyeless Jack

Ok so technically Jack can’t see because he’s eyes got scooped out, but as his body basically got taken over by some demon so he has super sight now even though he has no eyes. Don’t question me on this logic cuz I don’t know either.

I mentioned this in my E.J headcanons but he can sometimes struggle to surprise his animalistic urges. Especially when you’re intimate as he knows he’s strong and he’s very aware that he can hurt you very easily.

So when you turn up wearing lingerie one day?

Yiiikes.

You’re both in his room, just spending what precious time you could together when you say you’re going to the bathroom. You managed to stuff the lingerie into your pocket since the skimpy clothing that would cover your entire body fit easily in there and you decided that now would be the best time to put it on.

It covered just enough to leave little to the imagination and was all white, which you thought would play into his whole demon thing. Were you prepared for whatever may come next? Probably not. Was he prepared? Again probably not, but that’s where the fun is, right?

Upon leaving his bathroom, you walked very slowly over to him and sat beside him on the bed, very aware of how his ‘eyes’ followed your ever movement. You were grateful that he was comfortable enough to not wear his mask around you as his facial expression was on full display for you.

This poor fucking man.

He’s sitting there like 😐 trying his best to hold it in and keep it together but by the way his hands were clenched tight together you could tell he wouldn’t last long. He honestly has no idea what to do.

‘Y/N that’s… that looks nice on you.’

‘Thanks, Jack 🙂’

You’re eviiilll. You know exactly what you’re doing. You lean your head backwards onto his shoulder and look up at him, almost begging him to do something.

He will very calmly ask you if you’re ok with what he’s about to do because lord knows he is about to lose it, and when you say yes?

Well you didn’t need to walk for the next couple of days anyway, did you?

Hoodie|Brian Thomas:

He is a lot more composed than Jack and a lot more direct, I don’t see Brian as the type to go all feral the moment he enters his room and see’s you in lingerie.

He certainly appreciates when you dress up for him, though. He’s constantly on errands for his master, and when he’s not doing that he’s cleaning up after someone else because god knows none of the residents of the mansion can look after themselves that’s a lie some of them can.

You’re like his own little present to unwrap after a stressful day, complete with bows and lace and ribbons, how could he not adore you?

Whenever he opens his door and see’s you sitting all pretty on his bed he breathes a silent sigh of relief. His first instinct is to embrace you and thank you but he has an image to uphold so the chances of him actually doing that are low, instead he’ll take off his ski mask and sit next to you. He’ll caress your body, not exactly in a sexual way but just in a loving way, from your cheek to your arm and to your waste - a way of confirming you’re actually there with him.

He’ll lift you onto his lap and kiss you roughly, playing with the ribbons on the back of your outfit and pulling a few loose in the process. His hands will move further down, occasionally pulling the fabric and letting it snap against your skin, before reaching your backside and gripping your flesh with his rough hands, pulling you into him as you’re sitting on his crotch. You can feel him through your skimpy underwear, and you’re almost certain you’re already soaked through and leaking onto his jeans.

He’ll most likely use the leash around your neck to make you do whatever he wants you to do, no matter how he may come across day to day you have to remember that he’s not exactly a nice guy, and he’ll make sure you remember that.

Ok, I was thinking about this, and could I maaaybe possibly request the use of Hozier's song "Sunlight" and/or NWFWB? Umm, gosh there are so many... Moment's Silence (Common Tongue) for one.

Anyway, if you already have a plan ignore this. I got excited.

There is indeed a plan, but I am always open to requests for my fav couple and beloved Celtic Bog Faerie 😂

Now, I will tell you a lil secret... there's a scene in An Angel, Drowned that is solely inspired by Sunlight, and my upcoming Dark Attuma fic is almost entirely inspired by NFWMB. Also, Foreigner's God and Work Song have spawned an angsty beast that will break all our of hearts.

For the anthology, I'm thinking 7-10 oneshots. Current Roster looks a lil something like this:

Like Real People Do (Attoye Week Day 1)

Sedated

Movement (Attoye Week Day 5)

Take Me to Church (cliché, I know... but necessary)

In a Week

To Be Alone

As It Was

Unknown/Nth (cuz how could I not???)

Let me know if you can think of any others though! I'm happy to explore what the invoking the Bog Faerie conjure.

Been a while since I wrote a one-shot of my own inspiration! I had a bit of writer’s block, but I thought of something, and here it is! Just a little one-shot about Classic Sans that I wrote way too late at night.

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Whenever Sans and Papyrus went to the grocery store, Sans would joke about sitting in the cart like a child. Paps’ frustrated responses were amusing.

But obviously such a thing wasn’t actually possible, so Sans had to stick with walking. It could be hard to keep up with his brother, so a lot of the time Papyrus just let him watch the cart while he strode around grabbing everything they needed. Goodness knew he was strong enough to.

This was one of those moments, so Sans lay his head on the handle to the cart, resting it. Man, it was cold near the dairy section. But his hoodie kept him warm, so he started to feel his consciousness slip away.

He noticed movement and his eyesockets instinctively blinked open. It was just a person; a girl, specifically, shopping nearby. Well, it was a distraction from falling asleep, and Paps got upset when he fell asleep, so he kept his eyes on you.

It looked like you weren’t used to this store; you were taking a while to find everything, and your eyelids would flutter in confusion as you glanced around the shelves.

You had long lashes….

Sans blinked, and attempted to shake the thought off. Random observation. It happens.

You grabbed something and gently brushed your hair out of your face so that you could read it. Your fingers looked really delicate…. And your hair looked so soft…. Sans watched it move as you unconsciously adjusted it. He found himself growing more awake as he watched, though he wasn’t sure why.

As you picked up something else and started reading it, you shifted your weight so that it was mostly resting on one leg. Sans’ gaze travelled down to your waist.

C… Curvy….

More messing with your hair. Sans… liked it when you did that….

You turned around, putting one of the items in your cart, and Sans got a proper look at you.

He didn’t notice when he mumbled, “Whoa.”

“SAAANS!”

He jumped, and looked over at his brother, who was glaring down at him. “What?”

“I SAID YOUR NAME AT LEAST FIVE TIMES, SANS!” He turned, following Sans’ previous gaze. “WHAT ARE YOU…”

He saw you and blinked. You were in the middle of checking your phone. You leaned forward a bit and your pose accentuated your curves; for some reason Sans suddenly felt very flustered and he glanced away. Was his face hot?

Papyrus gasped. “SANS! YOU’RE WATCHING A GIRL!” He grinned. “DO YOU LIKE HER?”

Well, if his face wasn’t hot before, it definitely was now. But he managed not to look alarmed. “Of course. You know me, Paps. Huge romantic.”

“DO NOT COVER THIS UP WITH JOKES! I, YOUR BROTHER, CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE CLEARLY ENAMORED WITH HER--”

Oh my God OK no. “Shhh!” Sans said.

“NO, I WILL NOT SHH!” He beamed. “COME ON, I HAVE AN IDEA TO HELP YOU TALK TO HER!”

He grabbed Sans’ arm and started pulling him in your direction. What is he doing? Sans legitimately considered shortcutting to escape, but that would upset Papyrus more deeply than intended. He’d noticed that Papyrus felt it was sort of selfish, using one’s abilities to just get yourself out of any situation you didn’t like.

Which it probably was.

“HELLO!” said Papyrus, and you looked up from your phone. Oh no I’m right in front of her. Why did he feel so nervous?

“Oh,” you said, smiling at Papyrus. “Hi.”

“WE NOTICED THAT YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU COULD USE SOME HELP!”

Now that he wasn’t being dragged at his brother’s much faster speed, Sans tucked his hands in his pockets, trying not to look nervous. What did looking… not-nervous look like, exactly?

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, looking embarrassed. “I’ve just never been here before.”

“WELL MY BROTHER SANS WOULD BE HAPPY TO HELP!”

Before Sans could do anything, he was shoved in your direction, albeit gently.

“HE IS A VERY HELPFUL PERSON WHEN HE WANTS TO BE!”

Your eyes went to him.

Wow, your eyes….

Sans raised one hand, smiling as casually as possible. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you said, smiling back. She’s smiling at me.... “Are you sure you wanna help?”

“Yeah, of course. My brother’s got us covered.”

“Thanks! You guys are so nice, if only everybody offered help to random people like this.”

“THANK YOU!” said Papyrus. “IT WAS SANS’ IDEA!”

Paps was lying? Paps never lied. Sans hadn’t realized that Paps would attempt to be his wingman in a situation like this. This is so embarrassing….

“I WILL SEE YOU OUTSIDE, SANS!” said Paps, and he went for their shopping cart.

Your attention went back to Sans and Sans felt his soul leap a little. Not sure what else to do, he held his hand out. “Hey. Nice to meetcha.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said, and took his hand-- Why did I hold out my hand?! That had been a terrible mistake; your touch felt like a small jolt. Still, the two of you shook. “I’m (y/n).”

“Pretty name,” Sans said without thinking, then immediately felt his face get warm. Stop, stop blushing. C’mon. You act fine when you’re not all the time, this should be easy.

“Oh.” Was your face pink? “Thanks.” You looked at your phone again. “I’m shopping for my parents. We don’t need a lot, I… promise this won’t take up much of your time.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks. Mm… we need cashews.”

Sans remembered a joke.

A joke. That would make him feel less awkward.

“Knock knock,” he said, not addressing what you’d said, and you blinked.

“Huh?”

“Knock knock.” He winked. “You’re supposed to say who’s there.”

When he winked he could swear he saw your face turning a soft rose color. It was so pretty.... But you smiled and said, “Who’s there?”

“Cash.”

“Cash who?”

Another wink. “No thanks, I prefer walnuts.”

You snorted and laughed a little. “That was horrible. I love it.”

Cute laugh…. Sans’ face got warm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ve got very low standards for humor.” You said it playfully.

“Well that’s great,” he replied with a grin, “cuz all my jokes suck.”

You thought a moment, then said, “I’ve got one.”

“Yeah?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Hatch.”

“Hatch who?”

“Oh, bless you.”

Sans let out a snort and a chuckle of his own. “Nice.”

“I have the feeling you know way more than I do,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re probably right.”

Your grin was so, so nice.

“C’mon, tell me more on the way there,” you said, and Sans’ soul leapt again.

“Sure,” he said, shrugging.

The rest of the shopping trip was mostly comprised of Sans leading you to various items while delivering terrible puns, and they made you laugh. Your laugh really was so cute.

Your face suddenly flushed red, and Sans blinked.

“What?” he said.

“Um… thank you.”

… Oh shit, did I say that out loud?

“Sorry,” he said, immediately trying to recover. “Did I say something weird?”

“N-- no,” you said, “it wasn’t weird, just… unexpected, hah.” You were still smiling, and your face was still pink. Had you liked the compliment…?

After a second, you looked back at him.

“I’m gonna miss you when this is over,” you said with a smile. You’d said it in a playful tone, but Sans still felt his face get hot. No, no, don’t blush in front of her, come on….

“Hey, me too. You seem cool.” He winked, and you turned pink.

“Stop doing that,” you said with a smile, “I’m trying to figure out if you’re flirting with me.”

“Do you want me to be?”

Your face got redder, but you shrugged. “Sure, I guess so.”

Sans’ soul felt like it was floating.

“Then I’m flirting with you,” he said, leaning on your shopping cart and giving you what he hoped was an attractive wink. You snickered. He wasn’t sure if that meant he’d looked stupid, but the reaction was a positive one regardless.

You looked back at your phone. “Um… oreo cookies.”

“Yum.” He thought, then said, “Those are on the other side of the store.”

“Ugh,” you said, but you were smiling. “I have to walk. It’s so much work.”

“Hey, I feel you.” He considered. “But…”

“... But?”

“I could get it faster.”

“How--”

Sans shortcutted to the aisle with the Oreo cookies, grabbed two boxes, and then shortcutted back to you. You looked bewildered-- probably wondering where he had gone and now wondering how he’d suddenly reappeared.

“What the heck?” you said.

For some reason, this made him feel really self-satisfied. “You wanted one or two boxes?”

You blinked. “How’d you do that? You… What did you even do?”

Sans shrugged. “I call it shortcutting.”

“So… it’s like… teleporting? You can teleport?”

Sans raised a finger to his teeth and winked. “Don’t tell anybody, kay? It was just for you.”

Your face lit up. Sans felt kind of dazed from looking at it. He couldn’t believe he was making you blush like that….

“Thanks,” you said softly. Looking a little embarrassed, you said, “We, um, only need one box though.”

“Cool,” said Sans, “I’ll just buy the other.”

You smiled as he put the single box in your cart.

By the time the two of you had left the store, Sans was almost halfway through with his box of cookies. Papyrus was, indeed, outside. Were the doors not automatic Sans assumed he’d probably be holding them open for every single person entering. And exiting.

“SANS!” he groaned. “OF COURSE YOU GOT SUGAR!”

“Sorry,” said Sans, grinning, “couldn’t help it.”

“YOUR TEETH ARE GOING TO GET ALL COVERED IN CHOCOLATE! YOU’LL NEED TO BRUSH THEM TWICE WHEN WE GET BACK!”

“Sure thing.”

You seemed amused. “You two are sweet.”

“THANK YOU!” said Papyrus. Sans just shrugged, feeling his face warm up again.

“... Hey.”

“Yeah?” said Sans.

Your face was pink. “Do you think… it would be OK if I gave you my number?”

... Really?

“Y… yeah,” Sans said, “of course.”

You held out your hand for his phone and he handed it to you, watching you as you typed it in. He couldn’t believe that… you… were giving him your number.

Wow.

He tucked his phone back in his pocket when it was handed back, and the two of you said, “Thanks” at the same time. Your smiles widened and you both blushed.

“See ya,” said Sans.

“See ya. Thanks for the help.”

“No problem.”

As you walked off, Sans felt like he was high on something. His soul was fluttering….

“YAY! YOU GOT HER NUMBER!”

Sans started. You weren’t out of earshot yet and Papyrus was already yelling.

“Yep,” he said, trying not to let it seem like a big deal.

“I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! YOU GOT A GIRL’S NUMBER!”

Sans’ face was hot all over again. He glanced over in your direction and saw that you were watching them with an endeared smile. Whyyyy?

But at the same time….

“It’s all thanks to you, Paps.” Sans smiled. “I never would’ve talked to her if you hadn’t forced me.” It was true. He would’ve been far too shy.

“OF COURSE! IT IS MY JOB AS YOUR BROTHER TO HELP YOU WHEN YOU NEED IT, AND YOU NEEDED HELP TALKING TO HER!”

“Thanks, bro.” He winked. “I’d say that I’d do the same for you, but the Great Papyrus won’t be nervous when he finds a girl he likes.”

“OF COURSE NOT! NYEH HEH HEH!”

The two of them headed for Papyrus’ car. As much as Sans joked with his brother, he wished he had the confidence Paps did.

But he was lucky that Paps was always there to help when he didn’t.

I noticed in the recent update that there was a net to keep the MC from swimming too far *cough escaping cough*. It got me thinking about what if the MC- in guise of trying to find more creatures- finds an opening big enough for them to squeeze through and almost escapes. I'm not really sure which villager/character would fit best in this situation though.

Okay so like anon, not to be like that but I would dIE FOR YOU! THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD!!! YOUR MIND! ITS TO POWERFUL ANON! But yeah this was really fun to write and I choose my two favorite bitter ex boys both wanted the same poor representative. You guessed it, it’s out boys!

Yandere Tom Nook X Reader X Yandere Redd

Hole

Sneaking. You were sneaking. It was a beautiful summer day, kids were outside playing, some were out fishing or catching bugs. But where were you? You were sneaking like a teenager trying to get past their overprotective parents. You didn’t want to sneak but you had no choice. Ever since Redd first showed up on the island Tom had been more protective than ever. He didn’t want you to wander off without him, he wouldn’t let you go outside without his permission and sometimes he would want you to sleep in his house. You used to love Tom but nowadays he was just too overbearing for your comfort. You and Tom never really said out loud that you loved each other and you never did any couple-stuff. But both of you knew, you both were in love. Or, that’s how it used to be at least. Any and all feelings for Tom that you had gone right out the door once you lost control of your life.

“Y/N? Where are you going, dear?” Shit. He had found you, he had heard you. And now he was gonna stop you. “I-umm...I was just gonna go outside and search for some sea creatures for blathers” you said, trying and failing to mask the fear and worry in your voice. “Oh? Is that right...hmm...well do you need to do that? I mean, what if you drowned? What if you got attacked by a shark or octopus? Or worse! What if Redd showed up!? You remember what happened last time right? Do you want that to happen again?!” Tom asked you, you knew very much what had occurred between you and Redd, in fact just thinking of it sent shivers down your spine and formed a pit in your stomach. But at the same time, you didn’t want to stay with Tom, you’d be lying if you said that he didn’t scare you at times. Sometimes at night, you’d hear him mumbling things in his sleep, things that made every part of your brain scream to run away and never return, yet your body refused to listen. You worried about his well-being and especially now since he seemed almost obsessed with you. “Tom, listen...I haven’t been out of the house without you for some time now and I was just hoping to have some privacy. You know I’d never wander too far off” you grabbed one of his hands, taking your other hand to gently stroke his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch as he closed his eyes. These were the moments you missed, the tender, loving gestures that you and he would exchange. But now, these moments were just a way of getting you out of his intoxicatingly strong grasp. You didn’t want to stay with Tom, not in the slightest, that Tom whom you once loved died when he started limiting your freedom.

“Mmm...oh well...I guess if you know what you’re doing. Then sure, you can go out for a while yes, yes?” He said, this brought an actual smile to your face as you gave him a hug to which he giggled in reply. “Alright! I’ll see you later Tom!” “Be careful!”

And so, you were off. You ran straight to the shop to buy a wet suit, and then you ran straight to the water to do a cannonball. You laid in the water for about twenty minutes before rising up and swimming around. You didn’t bother trying to climb over the net, you knew it was useless as any major disturbance on the net sent a notification to Tom and inform him of your apparent escape. You learned that the hard way. So instead you just tried to relax for now. Later you might visit some of your residents and maybe go talk to sable, it has been a while since the two of you talked. But for now, you were trying to find sea creatures to give to Blathers. That was until you saw something that made your eyes squint before going completely wide once you realized what it was. It was a hole! A big hole in the net! Big enough for you to fit through without alerting Tom! You could escape! You could finally leave this hell!...but...what would happen to Tom if you left, you worried what he might do to himself or the others if you leave...no...you can’t think like that! The reason Tom is unwell is because of you. The only way he can heal is if you stayed away from him, if you didn’t, his obsession would only get worse.

You swim closer to the edge of the net and Closer to the hole. Looking at it you could indeed conclude that It was big enough for you to fit through. Hastily yet carefully you went through it. Making sure not to touch anything on the way out. If you did, it would be game over. Tom would see that something, you, were trying to get through and he would lose it. That’s what made you afraid. But you just couldn’t care right now, you were done sacrificing your life for other's happiness! It’s your time to be a little selfish. To look out for yourself! Carefully navigating your legs out of the hole your whole body was now out, you were out. You could barely believe it! But you wouldn’t stick around to see if Tom saw it or not. You had a plan. There was an island a bit away from yours, which would normally take about five minutes with a plane so it would maybe take about twenty minutes to swim. If you could hold out and keep out of dangerous water, you could make it. You would either make it or drown. Either way, there was no turning back now.

As you were swimming briskly, you started to rethink your decision a little. I mean, abandoning all your friends? And what would happen with Tom? Would he become unfit to take care of Timmy and Tommy? You didn’t want to consider that scenario, you wanted to believe that he would get help. But it was hard when you had experienced how deep his possession over you had gotten. After about halfway there you realized how far away the other island truly was, your arms got very tired and you had swallowed what felt like a ton of seawater accidentally as you had swum. You’re honestly starting to give up hope of reaching the island in time. You were gonna drown. You were gonna drown. You were never gonna see your friends again, never gonna find a significant other, never get married, settle down, get a pet fish with said significant other. Never gonna- Wait...is that a...boat? A little boat, sailing off in the distance caught your attention. Maybe there was still hope! Maybe there was a chance of survival! You had to do something, anything, you had to get its attention.

“HELLO!!! IM HERE!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!” You shouted at the boat. And as if on cue, it turned around and went over to you. Yes! You had done it! You were gonna survive- Wait a minute...you recognized that boat...was that...oh god, it was! That was no other than Jolly Redd's boat. He was even worse than Tom! You had no time to think before the boat arrived in front of you. “Well well well...if it isn’t my favorite human! What are you doing all the way out here cousin?” He asked you, his voice full of glee, knowing you would need his help. “Get away from me Redd!” You said you didn’t want anything got to do with him. “Oh really? What was 'please help me' about then? I just wanna help Y/N, I don’t know why you’re getting so defensive about this. Now tell me, why are you all the way out here in the middle of the Ocean?” He asked you. Tilting his head while resting his chin above his hand, huge grin present on his face. “...ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵀᵒᵐ” “huh? A little louder cuz, I couldn’t hear ya?” “I WAS TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM TOM OKAY!!! HE PRETTY MUCH LOCKED ME INSIDE OF HIS HOUSE BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID!” Everything became deathly quiet as you said this. Out of all the answers, Redd had NOT expected that one. After quickly regaining his normal posture, he mustered up another smile on his lips. “Well, do ya need a ride, or would you like to swim for another forty minutes, hm?” Forty minutes? You had grossly underestimated the time that it would take for you to swim. “Get away from me Redd, I don’t want your help after what you did...” you told him, refusing to look at the smug bastard. “Oh Y/N. I don’t think you’ve comprehended this situation...you can either come with me or drown. Now I’d understand if you’d want to drown yourself, I would if I had to spend so much time with Nookie. But ask yourself, is this really the way you’d want to go out? By drowning? That’s lame!” He was right, god damn it! You hated that he was right. You were completely and utterly helpless right now and the only way to get out of this would be to accept his help.

You swallowed all of your pride and looked at him. He still had that shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “Alright, you win. I’ll come up on the ship...but as soon as we get to the island, that’ll be all okay!” As you said this, Redd's grin only got wider. He walked away for a few seconds before throwing a ladder down on the side of his boat closest to you. You could practically feel his joy as you climbed up the ladder. Once you were up, Redd immediately came up to you. Holding his hands together as he looked at you like a giddy kid to open up their presents. “Ohohohooo~ trust me Y/N, you won’t regret this!” He giggled as his movements got more jittery, almost as if he’s restraining himself. “Yeah yeah, whatever Redd,” you told him sternly. You didn’t want to be in his presence for any longer than you had to. Stepping in front of you, the fox pulled the curtain to the entrance open for you. You let out a loud sigh as you saw his dumb gesture. “God, shut up Redd,” you said as you walked inside, you knew he was joking. But jokes were supposed to be funny. And you hated him. “Ah come on Y/N you know I’m just yanking your chain here! I know you can fend for yourself! I’m not like good old nookie-“ “stop!” “Stop what?” Redd looked at you in confusion. “Stop trying to make yourself look better by comparing yourself to Tom! You have no right considering you’re the reason he’s like that! I know what your doing Redd! I’m never gonna join you! So quit trying, let’s just get a move on” you said aggressively, only to be met by the deep chuckles of the fox behind you. Blocking the exit. “What are you laughing at!?” You fidgeted with your hands as you backed up slightly. But it was no use since Redd blocked your exit. “Oh, cousin...you haven’t seemed to have gotten what’s happening right now...I don’t CARE If you want to come with me! You’re coming with whether you like it or not! We’re not stopping at some island. You have nowhere else to go, besides into my arms! So why don’t you make this easy for the both of us and just comply would ya?” Oh...oh no...oh god! He was being serious! “Wha...i...”

As soon as he approached you, you bolted off onto the deck. You knew you couldn't get away but you would rather drown than let yourself become some toy to this maniac. But before you could jump off the boat, Redd ran up behind you and hastily scooped you up by your arms. You thrashed and struggled but it was no use. He was so much stronger than you. “Ah Ah ahhh~ you wouldn’t want to do any myths rational now, would you cousin?” He said in a teasing manner. It made you even more irritated than you were scared. And so, you elbowed him right in his face. He instinctively dropped you as you did this but he quickly grabbed your leg and threw you back onto the deck before Anything could happen. There you laid, on the floor with a rage full fox above you. He was still mumbling curse words under his breath as his face still hurt. But he didn’t care, he just grabbed you roughly by the hand as he dragged you inside. You were being pulled to the furniture part of his boat, all while trying to punch, scratch or halt Redd. But nothing worked. Soon it dawned on you where exactly he was taking you. He was taking you to the big iron door at the back of his boat. The one looming door that had a giant padlock on it. “I wanted to do this the easy way Y/N! Trust me, I did! But if you’re gonna act like this then I’ll simply have to do it the hard way!” He yelled as he threw you up against the wall. The impact made you fall down and lose part of your consciousness for a few seconds. While you were trying to regain yourself, Redd opened the padlock with a key. As he turned around he saw what you were trying to do, you were trying to crawl away. You were failing, of course, the meek attempt made him chortle as he now calmed down a little. “Oh Y/N...” he said softly as he picked you up, looking right into your eyes as he continued. “You can’t escape, and no one is coming for you. Better make yourself comfortable because the ride home is long” while he told you this, he walked in the room. It looked like a bedroom. In the middle of it was a mattress, did...did he plan to do this? How long had he planned to kidnap you!? He placed you on the bed and kissed you on your forehead. You tried to protest but only weak movements and a small groan came out. Redd walked to the door but just before he closed it he turned to you, eyes gentle and seemed very genuine. “Sleep well...”

That was a couple of hours ago. Redd was now steering the boat and was whistling to himself in glee. He got you, he finally got you! And he didn’t even have to do anything, you were just served to him on a silver platter. But before he could think of anything else he felt a powerful wave hit the entire ship. It sent him falling down to his knees. Some madman had crashed into them! Walking outside with violent steps Redd was getting ready to curse out whoever had driven into them. “HEY! WHAT'S WRONG WITH-“ he quickly shut up once he saw who was in the boat. In the boat that had driven into his side sat a very angry tanooki. It was Tom, as he looked at Redd the glare he gave sent shivers down Redd's spine. Let’s just say, if looks could kill, Redd would be dead where he stood.

“Redd! Where is Y/N!” Tom asked, well it was more of a demand. “How did...how did you find me” Redd was completely and utterly baffled. He was out in the middle of the ocean, yet Tom had managed to get to him. “Where is Y/N. I know they’re here so quit acting stupid and tell me where they are!” Tom was raising his voice more and more as he got madder and madder. Redd has taken everything from him once, he wasn’t gonna let him take it again. “No chance nookie! Don’t you think there’s a reason they’re out here? Maybe it’s because they hate you! Maybe it’s because they hate that you act like a restrictive psycho! Have you ever thought of that Tom! Huh? Huh?!” Redd was now leaning over the railing of his boat. He was almost face to face with his bitter rival. “SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP REDD! I HATE YOU! I-“ Tom grabbed ahold of Redd's shoulders and pulled him down, into the water. “HATE YOU!!!!”

You were peacefully sleeping as the now slightly wet tanooki walked up to your tranquil form. He kneeled down and stroked your cheek, as he smiled to himself. Poor Y/N. Such a sweet individual didn’t deserve to be touched by someone as sleazy and dishonest as Redd. Thus he picked you up and walked over to his motorboat. You were going home.

“Helloooo....wakey wakey...Y/N dear? Can you open your eyes?” You could hear a distant voice say but it was very blurry. Lifting your eyelids open felt like lifting iron weights, but as soon as you caught a glimpse of who was next to you your eyes went wide open with fear. “TOM!?” You threw your body away from him. Backing up until your back was up against the wall. “Ah your awake now, good...you’ve been sleeping for quite some time now. I’ll be honest, for a minute there I thought you were dead” he laughed a little to himself as he said this, a laugh which at one point you thought was adorable but now struck terror right into your chest. “Silly me...oh! Now that you’re awake, are the chains too tight? Do you want Me to loosen them for you?” He asked you. What? You had been so preoccupied with the fear that you hadn’t realized that you did indeed have chains and chuckles attached to your wrists. They were very long so you weren’t exactly chained up to the wall, but they were just short enough so you wouldn’t be able to move around too much. This is when you started hyperventilating. Why were you here? Where was Redd? How did Tom find you?!

“Oh! No no shhh, don’t worry, I’m here, I’m here...Redd won’t ever get you...I made sure of that...” what the hell did he mean by that!? “H-how did you find me?” You asked him, voice quivering just like you were. “Oh Y/N, did you think that the net notifications were the only way for me to see if you escaped?” He said as he petted your head. He hadn’t been so certain whether it was necessary to implant that chip in you, he thought that he could trust you enough but it would seem that he really couldn’t. “By the way, thanks for bringing that up. I’m sure by now you’ve figured out your punishment for trying to leave me. Don’t think just because I’m happy I got you back that I’m not angry, that I’m not sad, that I’m not heartbroken that you would ever think to escape from me! I just want you to be safe and this is how you repay me!” His tone got a little angrier towards the end but he quickly gathered himself in front of you. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You hurt me Y/N...but I’m happy you’re alright...and your safety is the only thing that matters right now,” he said as he snuggled up to you. The tanooki was madly in love with you. He wanted you to be with him for the rest of his life. He had tried to do it with you being free. But it had seemed like he couldn’t trust you with that freedom. So, he would have to lock you in, cage you up, keep you with him. Whether you liked it or not. He was gonna be with you. By this point tears had started to well up in your eyes, your whimpers getting stronger once Tom started cooing you, stroking your hair.

“Don’t cry Y/N....I...I love you...”

He said it. He had said it. The three words that you had dreaded him saying. Up until now. You could have just pretended that Tom was just a very protective friend. But now...now? He had admitted to loving you. You couldn’t back out now. You couldn’t keep that level of comfort in that Tom wouldn’t do anything to engage a relationship, but now it was only a question of when he would actually start proposing ideas of dates and stuff. You were doomed. Doomed forever with this possessive, lovesick man. You couldn’t handle it.

You started sobbing. Tears that had threatened to spill started pouring out. The only thing you could do was bury your head in Toms's neck, closing your eyes and hoping this was all just a nightmare. That you would wake up and all of this would’ve just been a dream. But it wouldn’t, this was your life now. And you wished you would have just chosen to drown instead of joining Redd.

Mr. Compress can't speak for some reason and tries to pass on a message to his comrades through MIME.

oh my god

Prompt: MIME

Setting: After de-arming Overhaul but before Gigantomachia

Words: 1000 exactly! according to google docs

Notes: Thank you for waiting! I’m so sorry

*

He had to admit, it was a rather admirable quirk. Many uses for the stage, and many uses for mischief - as the little rat had done. 

The League was making short work of a loanshark’s office; Atsuhiro himself taking care of a man who he had discovered cowering behind a desk. He was about to conjure a filing cabinet atop of the man when his target took a exaggeratedly deep, shaky breath in, opened his mouth and—

“Shigaraki! Behind you!”

Only that was his voice, his smooth tenor, coming out of foreign lips, and falling upon familiar ears. His leader jerked and twisted, hand lashing out to land death on an attacker… Except that it was Twice behind him. Thankfully Shigaraki reacted fast enough to only jab Twice in the eyes with two fingers (and thankfully also mildly at that).

In the betrayal-tinted confusion that followed, the pseudo-ventriloquist escaped, and with him, Atsuhiro’s voice. 

-

“Don’t give him it, he can’t talk—”

Shigaraki snatched up the phone. “Giran. We need a name. Daikoun Finances in Nagano, man with a quirk that can steal voices.” 

Sounds of shuffling papers from the other end of the line. “Poor guy. Do I even wanna know why Japan’s Top Villains are looking for him?”

“It’s none of your business,” Twice snapped, leaning against Shigaraki to speak closer. “We’re gonna hunt him down cuz he’s got Mr. Compress’ voice!” 

“What, as collateral for a loan?” Giran chuckled. Tasteless. Atsuhiro gave a thumbs down. His allies agreed, if their cricket silence was anything to go by. 

“Ah, here we go. Yamamura Tarou. 27, lives alone at 16-732 Kanacho, works at…” A pause. “Guessing you guys know where already. No luck there?” 

”They’re no help at all!” Toga said, smiling slightly. “Everyone’s dead.”

“Pity.” 

“Got a picture you can send?” Shigaraki asked. “If he ditched his place already, we’ll have to take to the streets.”

“Unfortunately, no. Not a selfie guy, Yamamura. I’ll ask around, give a call if I get a hint of his whereabouts, how’s that?” 

“Go do that.” Shigaraki hung up, and turned to look at him. Atsuhito tipped his hat. 

“Mr. Compress, can you remember what the guy looks like?” 

-

It was no surprise that Twice was a decent artist; in a way those clones of his were art, requiring perfect visual memory.

Atsuhiro stroked at his chin, his movements quick and short. 

“He has a sharp chin!” 

“A beard.” 

Atsuhiro nodded at his leader. Good, but not quite. He tapped his chin, and repeated his earlier movements. 

“A sharp chin and a beard.”

“No, no, a chin beard, right? Oh! Those are called goatees!” 

Pleased, Atsuhiro pointed at Toga, then clapped. 

“Yay! My win again! You’re falling way behind, Shuuichi.” 

“We’re not keeping score! This isn’t a game.” 

“Aw, don’t you like games?”

Beside Atsuhiro, on their little makeshift stage, was Twice. With a piece of paper pinned to the wall of their latest hideout, they were attempting forensic sketching. It was going well enough, if slow - to be expected when the descriptions had to be acted out.

“A goatee, that’s handsome,” Twice said as he shaded. “This guy’s ugly as fuck!” 

Indeed he was, this Yamamura, and the picture captured it fairly well. Still… 

“…he’s fat? He’s round.” 

“…His entire being…” 

“His aura?” 

There we go! From Spinner, to whom Atsuhiro gave a thankful nod. Then he reset to his default pose, a neutral expression, before twisting his face into a scowl, glaring at the audience, hunching his shoulders. 

“His aura is mean!” 

“That’s it?” Spinner asked. “He was a loanshark’s lackey, of course he would be a thug.” 

Oh, in the right direction, but not yet. A thug, true, but more specifically, a yankee— No, not the right word. A punk? More like a… 

The metaphorical lightbulb lighted up, and Atsuhiro composed himself. 

He tilted his chin up, all arrogant; he raised his arms, made peace signs with both his hands, turned them sideways; then he took a step forward, moving to the beat of an inaudible yo, yo, yo—

The effect was immediate. Toga shrieked, Twice yelled and cheered, while Spinner, in pure disbelief, shouted out the answer: “Gangsta?” Even Shigaraki was staring, eyes widened in surprise. 

—and this was, of course, also the perfect time for the last member of the League to grace them with his presence. The door opened and revealed Dabi, who halted his entrance as he took in the scene before him. His gaze moved from the rowdy youngsters on the sofa; to the portrait and to the pencil in Twice’s hand; and finally to Atsuhiro, still frozen in the ‘gangsta’ pose. 

“…I am not gonna be a part of this,” Dabi said flatly. 

The door slammed shut.

-

Embarrassing? Perhaps. But a successful performance nevertheless. Twice finished the picture of Yamamura with his wispy goatee and wannabe tough guy demeanor, and Toga found the little rat later the same day. 

There he was, on the dirty ground of a quiet alleyway, pale and terrified, blood soaking his oversized clothing, the stab wound on his side incapacitating but slow to bleed. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t kill me. Please…” 

Shigaraki sounded almost bored in his reply. “Just give back Mr. Compress’ voice and I won’t kill you.” 

Yamamura immediately blew an unnaturally strong puff of air at Atsuhiro. The smell of it made him reel back, saying— finally, his voice— saying, “What disgusting breath.” 

The relief was collective and palpable; even the thief. How misguided, for in the next moment Shigaraki stepped aside, allowing Atsuhiro to be front and center. 

Fear was back in Yamamura, who looked pleadingly to Shigaraki. “W-wait, you said… I gave his voice back, you said you wouldn’t…” 

“He did say that, didn’t he? Shigaraki Tomura said he won’t kill you.” Atsuhiro said, enjoying the vibrations in his throat, the words forming on his tongue and lips. And so he relished his next words.

“My dear leader never said I wouldn’t.” 

*

steal my jacket (and my heart while your at it)

prompts: 

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Have you seen my jacket?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

music producer!chanyeol and idol!baekhyun

[TRENDING] CBX’s baekhyun spotted for the 4th time this month in VETEMENTS’ red parka jacket

fans once again caught the brunette donning the oversized outerwear at haneda airport. CBX will be performing at tokyo dome later this week in as part of their MAGICAL CIRCUS world tour. baekhyun has been seen wearing oversized hoodies and jackets frequently during the tour.

(+156,-12) oH mY GOd, i swear bbh looks so small in that jacket,,,,, is it even his??? why didn’t he buy it in his size 

(+1992,-456) ive literally seen producer loey wear this jacket multiple times when he did his DJ gigs at cherryblossom club a few months ago. 

(+145,-1006) ugH, literally cant style himself for shit…. 

“baek! why are you wearing that again,” xiumin sighed as he eyed the shorter’s outfit in the van towards the concert venue. in all honesty, the members could not grasp the new fashion concept baekhyun was venturing into. all the clothes the brunette wore recently were oversized, and definitely not his style. 

“it’s chanyeol’s…” baekhyun mumbled. 

“i get that you miss your man but you do know he’s like huge? and your like…” jongdae paused to think of the nicest possible way to finish is sentece, “barely at his chin.”

“you’re way too small and short for his things, baek.” junmyeon chimed in. their manager had been doing his best to convince baekhyun to dress in more fitting outfits that didn’t make him look like a child. but baekhyun, being miles away from chanyeol for such an extended period of time, refused to wear anything that wasnt own by the taller. 

baekhyun was in a rush to leave for tokyo 2 days prior and in his haste, couldn’t find a more fitting jacket that chanyeol owned. the taller obviously knew of baekhyun’s mischievous acts but pretended not to pay attention to it. in fact, he found it endearing that baekhyun always insisted on taking a piece of clothing from chanyeol’s wardrobe as a way for the smaller to cope with how much he missed his man. 

putting on his earphones, baekhyun sighed as he tried to drown out their complains. just as he was drifting off to sleep, his phone vibrated in his hands. 

“hey yeol, what’s up?” he answered.

“baek, have you seen my jacket? its the red vetements one you wore a few days ago. did you leave it in your dorm?” chanyeol enquired. he was looking frantically around for said item and baekhyun could tell from the soft rumbling in the background. 

“erm…” baekhyun felt bad, “noooo, not really?” he tried his best to sound convincing but the taller new the brunette too well. 

“you’re wearing it, aren’t you?” chanyeol deadpanned. “you could have just told me. i was worried i lost it or something.”

“i’m sorry are you mad?” baekhyun said softly, feeling slightly guitly for stealing chanyeol’s favourite winter jacket once again. “i promise to return it the moment i come back. i won’t borrow it again!” he continued. 

chanyeol knew the brunette missed him a lot and quite frankly, he didn’t mind baekhyun wearing his clothes more often these days. seeing how big his clothes looked on baekhyun through the photos posted on tabloids and fansites made chanyeol’s heart swell. and being lowkey possessive, chanyeol always saw it as a way to show the world that this man was his. (but only he and a few others knew that, of course)

“baby, i’m not mad” replied softly, not wanting the smaller to feel guilty, “you can wear at as much as you’d like.”

“thanks yeol, your the best!” baekhyun chirped. “i got to go, talk to you soon, giant.”

after two successful concerts in tokyo, baekhyun finally returned to seoul. junmyeon, out of kindness, gave the cbx members a day off to relax. it was indeed a luxury for the idol to be able to sit around all day and do nothing. more importantly, it was a luxury to be able to spend that entire day with chanyeol. 

after spending the whole day watching music shows and reality tv on the new television set baekhyun gifted chanyeol, the two decided to forgo dinner and laze around on the taller’s bed while admiring the sunset. “if only everyday could be like this…” baekhyun thought. chanyeol’s movements shook baekhyun out of his daydream. he turned around to see that his boyfriend was holding a paperbag towards him. (cuz plastic is bad for the environment, kids)

“here,” chanyeol smiled sheepishly, “i picked out a few jackets that i cant wear anymore. these will definitely fit you better plus, they smell like me. it’s a win-win for both of us!” he explained excitedly.

baekhyun’s heart swelled at the thoughtfulness of his man. he lift himself off the bed to give the taller a peck on the lips. “i love you, baby” baekhyun said, as he accepted the paperbag filled with jackets and a few tshirts.

“you also dont have to worry about xiumin and jongdae complaining about your fashion sense anymore,” chanyeol chuckled as they snuggled into the comforters. 

“this won’t stop me from stealing your other jackets though,” baekhyun said. 

“it’s alright, what’s mine is your’s.” chanyeol said, eyes closed and ready to sleep. he kissed baekhyun on his forehead, “goodnight, shorty.”

“night, giant.” 

2 weeks later

chanyeol just got back from LA spotting the new supreme x lv hoodie. he was a hundred percent sure baekhyun was going to steal it so he purposely hid it from the smaller. knowing how much baekhyun loved supreme, there was a slim chance of chanyeol ever seeing the hoodie again if he lent it to him. 

“sharing is caring,” baekhyun whined, “now lend me that hoodie!!!” 

although chanyeol did not want to give in to his boyfriend’s request, he could not resist the smaller’s pleas, which was (un)fortunately followed by a lot of kissing and teasing. to be honest, even chanyeol thought the smaller looked better in the oversized red hoodie than him. 

“goodbye red one, it was fun while it lasted,” chanyeol said pitifully to the jacket donning the shorter as he dropped baekhyun off at cbx’s dorm. 

“ugh, don’t be dramatic, babe,” baekhyun rolled his eyes before leaning in for a kiss, “i’ll return it to you, i promise.” 

chanyeol knew better. “it’s never coming back…” 

[TRENDING] supreme x lv red hoodie sold out hours after fans spotted CBX’s baekhyun wearing it to STUDIO NNG

the luxurious red jacket looked slightly oversized for the baekhyun but the brunette still managed to pull of the look. fans all over the world are rushed to buy the limited edition piece causing louis vuitton’s online store to crash in 6 countries. 

(+1556, -200) ahhhh, i guess baekhyun is embracing this oversized clothes fashion with open arms.

(+61, -4) he’s going to wear this at least 20 times

(+7002, -300) that’s it, i swear loey wore this a week ago coming back from LA music festival.......................

~

haha, i chose this prompt today because i was looking for clothes for my chanyeol doll......... its so difficult to find stuff that resembles chanyeol’s outfits:(( anyway enjoy another edition to my MPchan and IDOLbaek AU.

Warmth (Chapter 11)

So, this is a little late… my bad. Life has been super hectic, but I graduated college so yay! This doesn’t contain much smut (though there is a bit), cuz it’s mostly fluffy romance. Tom’s hair has me feelin’ some type of way for a while now, so be prepared for the next chapter to be all about that lol. As always, thank you so much for your continued support in reading this story. I’ve gotten some really sweet messages that truly make me happier than words can describe, so thank you all so much for that. Please let me know what you guys think!

You can also read this on AO3! 

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I jumped into Tom's arms; ignoring how he ungracefully dropped the stuff he was carrying. He had clearly been working out; his chest was hard and wide and his arms were thicker than I remembered. I clutched his chest close to me and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"You're here, really here," I said, breathing in his scent. I felt his bearded chin nuzzle into the side of my face, and him placing gentle kisses on my cheek. I pulled back a bit to look at him, my eyes glassy, and run my hand through his beard.

"I had to come see you. I was going mad, especially after my drunken night of revelations. Seeing you over Skype and hearing your voice on the phone is great, but feeling you with my own hands is infinitely better," Tom said, gently letting me down to the floor.

"But, how did you have the time to-"

"I made time. I'll always make time for you," He said, placing both hands over my cheeks. My smile grew, and so did his before he leaned down to kiss me. It was hot and intense, feeling his lips move along with mine after so long without it. I wrapped my fingers in his longer hair and groaned at the feeling.

"God, love your hair like this," I groaned against his lips. I felt him smirk, but he didn't cease his movement. He was mauling my neck, pressing me against the wall outside of my suite. I hiked my leg around his him, and Tom held onto it and pulled it higher. His hips ground into mine and I felt myself get dizzy with anticipation.

"You know," I said while Tom kissed at the base of my neck, "there's a very large and private bed inside, if you want to get comfortable in there." In lieu of a verbal response, Tom hiked my entire body up, holding me, and walked me into the room before dropping me onto the bed. His lips found mine again, but something else crossed my mind. "My presents!" I shouted, which muffled against his lips.

"I'll get you more," He said, obviously consumed solely with getting me undressed. I whined in protest.

"I want those..." I said, tugging his hair. His head dropped to my shoulder and he grunted before quickly spinning around, getting the bear and chocolates from the hallway and slamming the door shut once more.

"May I properly ravish you now?" Tom asked, a slight hint of amusement and pain in his voice. I scooted up further onto the bed.

"Do your worst."

-

I awoke to soft snoring and the rhythmic rise and fall of a chest underneath me. I inhaled Tom's bare skin for what seemed like the millionth time in the last 12 hours, desperately trying to commit it to memory. I glanced at the clock to see 8:43 a.m. flashing, before looking up at Tom's peaceful sleeping face. He was getting so pale, his hair turning back to its natural ginger; that boy needs to see the sun more often. I shifted around a bit, not wanting to disturb our moment of serenity, but tried to climb up further onto Tom so I could kiss him. My hands played with his hair while I placed love bites on his neck. I felt him nuzzle into me, making his coarse beginning of a beard tickle my skin. I lifted my lips to his; eyes still closed, and licked his bottom lip for entrance. His tongue swirled with mine and I felt him grasp my hips. My core was still wet and slick from our multiple couplings last night, and I ground into him, feeling his erection come to life. One of his hands came up to kneed my breast and tweak my nipple, and his mouth never once faltered while on mine.

           I trailed one of my hands down between us to pump his cock a few times, almost getting embarrassed when I realized just how wet I was. I moaned into his mouth as I lifted my hips and guided him into me. His hand gripped me tighter as my head dropped to the side to catch my breath.

“I love having you… inside of me…” I breathed into the shell of his ear. He groaned and began bucking into me. I sat back, balancing on his chest and began moving up and down. His eyes were only slightly open, staring at me as I threw my head back in ecstasy. His hands grabbed at mine and he intertwined our fingers together. We moved slowly, relishing in the feel every stroke and soft touch. I leaned back down over him, so that I could kiss him as deeply as possible. I gasped as I came, rubbing my clit on the coarse and wiry hair at the base of his cock. He pumped himself into me a few more times before releasing into me. His cum felt hot and fulfilling, and I nearly passed out on top of Tom.

“I miss waking up like that,” he whispered into my ear. I smiled while still breathing heavily and chuckled a bit.

“Soon we’ll be able to wake up like this all the time,” I said. Tom rubbed his large, warm hands in soothing circles on my back.

“Indeed my love, we will. Soon,” He said, staring down at me. My smile faded a bit when a realization came over me.

“How long do you have here?” I asked, propping myself on my elbow to look at him.

“Today and tonight. I leave early tomorrow morning,” Tom said, sadness in his eye.

“How’s shooting going?” I asked, trying to get off the subject of him leaving.

“Well enough. The script isn’t as fully formed as I initially thought. I like it though; the producers actually listen to me, and the rest of us, when we want to make changes. I miss being a producer. I might have to try it out again soon,” A proud smile replaced the sadness that had washed over him. I let out a wide grin; I loved seeing such passion out of Tom. He was truly made to be an actor.

“I’m glad. But not too soon. We’re finally getting some time off in a couple weeks, remember?” I asked. Tom chuckled and rolled on top of me, brushing some hair out of my face.

“If this morning is any inclination as to what awaits me in our time off together, you better believe I will never forget it.”

             We showered and dressed quickly, and began eating breakfast in the small sitting area of my room. I was buttering a croissant when Tom asked me about a subject I’d nearly forgotten.

“Are you truly not mad at me for the way I announced our relationship. I know you’ve said you’re not, but I need you to be honest with me. It’s okay if you’re mad; to be honest, I’m a little mad at myself. I shouldn’t have let something as big as that slip,” he said.  I took a bit of my croissant before responding, wanting to choose my words carefully.

“I’m not mad; the only thing I’m mad about was that so many people got to see your fun, drunk side and I still haven’t. But in all seriousness, I’m not. It was bound to come out at some point, and the timing wasn’t ideal, but I doubt there would ever be an ideal time. If anything, I’m mad at myself. I feel bad for forcing you to hold it in for so long. If I had known that the sense of relief that overcame me when I found out, I would have never asked you to hide it. I want us to be a team, not just to each other, but also in the eyes of the world. Our lives are our own, and giving the power over to everybody else to dictate how our relationship should go isn’t something I want to do anymore. I want to be with you; I think I have from the moment I met you. I’m glad we don’t have to hide anymore. No matter the circumstance, I think what happened was for the best,” I said. We were sitting so close to each other I had to crane my neck up to look at him. He was contemplative, taking into consideration ever word I said.  I small, tender smile started on his lips, and I could have cried because of how happy it made me.

“You really are something different all together. I love you,” Tom said. I reached up and placed a tender kiss on his lips, with he returned with the same kind of love. It wasn’t the normal, heated kiss that ended with each other tangled in the sheets, but the kind of kiss that reassured intimacy in other forms.

“I love you too,” I said once we pulled apart, “but we’re in one of the most romantic cities in the world on valentines weekend. We should explore a bit before coming back here and fucking each other senseless.”

Tom’s eyebrows rose up at me. “Or we could just skip the exploring and go straight to the senseless fucking?” He gave me a cocky grin. I pouted and looked up at him through my lashes. He rolled his eyes and sighed, giving me a small smile of amusement. “Or we could do whatever you want to.” I smiled, grabbed his face and pulled him into a sweet kiss.

“Good choice.”

-

Paris was always beautiful, but it was even more beautiful being there with someone you love. Tom had been giving me lessons in French all day, trying to improve my very broken understanding of the language. But the way he was able to so flawlessly fit in to those around him never ceased to amaze me.

“I’ve worked here a lot. We came to France quite a bit as children and spent most of our holidays here. That’s really only why I know it so well,” Tom said, as we walked down the street.

“It is quite beautiful here; have you ever considered moving here?” I asked. Tom took a moment before responding, holding my hand a little closer and rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of it.

“Not really. Sometimes the beauty of a place can only remain if you keep it at a distance. I’m not sure I would like it the same way if I lived here,” He finally said.

“That’s very poetic,” I started, “keeping something at a distance so not to tarnish it’s beauty.” Tom shrugged

“Would you ever move here?” He asked me.

“No!” I responded much quicker than I should have. “I mean, I love London too much. Plus we’re away so often, that having another place to try to be together would just be too much,” I corrected. Tom chuckled a bit at me.

“Well, if you’re not here then I certainly would have no reason to be,” Tom said. He stopped us and pressed a sweet kiss onto my cheek. I blushed at such a public display of affection, especially after hiding it for so long. As I looked up at him when he pulled away, I realized there wasn’t any reason to hide, and let myself do what I’ve wanted to do for so long now. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him back down for a deeper kiss. Our mouths moved in sync, and he grabbed my cheek with his large hand. I always hated couples who made such a spectacle of their relationship, but now I realized what I’d been missing out on. Kissing Tom so publically felt so freeing; as if I was finally saying ‘He’s mine! We’re together! And we can make out whenever we want because he’s mine!’

           I was the first to pull away from the kiss, but I pressed a few short ones as I pulled away. I looked up at him to see a flushed, boyish grin on his face, and my deep red lipstick smothered along his mouth.

“Sorry, I guess I got caught up,” I said biting my lip and using my thumb to get some of the lipstick off.

“I’m not sorry at all. I’m glad we finally get to do this now. And I intend to keep doing this for a very long time,” Tom said before pulling me into another mind-numbing kiss.

-

By the time Tom and I made it back to the room, we were clawing at one another. We’d barley shut the door before our lips were on each other’s again. He led me back to the bed, and I fell onto it with Tom towering over me. He grinned down at me and a devilish look overcame him. I started breathing heavier with anticipation. Tom trapped me between his arms, his face hovering over mine. I lifted my head to attach our lips, but he used one hand to gently push it down. For a few moments, Tom traced my skin with the tip of his nose, nuzzling me occasionally and making me giggle a bit whenever his beard would rub me. Finally he connected our lips, and I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. This kind of intimacy was so agonizingly wonderful. My hands were all over him; tracing his face, in his hair, down his neck, until a buzzing sound came from my purse.

I rolled over, fumbling around in my carelessly discarded purse before pulling out my phone. I finally got it and looked at my screen in confusion.

“Who is it?” Tom asked, between pressing ticklish kisses against my neck.

“It’s Henry… that’s odd,” I said. Tom kept kissing my neck, but I felt him falter a bit. I debated whether or not to answer it for a minute, before putting my phone down. But before I could actually get it down, I felt Tom’s hand slide down my arm and grab the phone from my hand. He accepted the call on the last ring and pressed it to his hear.

“Hello?” Tom said into the phone, nonchalantly. He sat back on his knees, keeping me pinned beneath him. I swatted his chest and mouthed ‘what are you doing?’ at him. Tom smirked down at me and I could hear Henry’s deep voice on the other end.

“This is her… boyfriend,” Tom said. Part of me was angry for answering it, but another part became curious as to why he had hesitated before saying ‘boyfriend’. I looked up at him and tried to get out of his grasp and tear the phone away from him, but he was able to hold my arms down with his free hand.

“Ah, well, unfortunately [Y/N] will be otherwise occupied tonight. She won’t be joining you,” He said smugly. Henry had called me wanting to go out? This was odd.

“That’s kind of you to offer, but I believe I’ll be more than capable of keeping [Y/N] entertained by myself. Have a good evening,” Tom hung up the phone. My cheeks burned; half from anger at his actions, half in embarrassment.

“What the hell, Tom!” I screamed at him, once he let me go. I pushed him off of me and walked to the other side of the room, after grabbing my phone from his hands.

“He knows you have a boyfriend, why would he be asking you out to dinner on Valentines Day?” Tom asked, a hint of anger playing in his voice. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Because he’s nice. He didn’t know you were in town and figured I’d be alone. Also, we’re coworkers! It isn’t exactly unheard of for coworkers to go to dinner together. We went out together plenty of times before we started dating!” I continued.

“Exactly, and look where we ended up!” He said standing up and walking in front of me.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked incredulously.

“We were friends well before we started dating,” Tom said, darkly. I looked at him in disbelief.

“You think I’m cheating on you?” I asked, my voice quiet.

“NO! But I don’t trust him! He shouldn’t be going after you, I thought it would be best to ward him off a bit,” Tom’s voice wavered a bit. I stood frozen. Anger, disbelief, and sadness coursed through my body.

“You honestly think that was the way to ‘ward him off’? Being rude to him? Speaking for me? Accusing him of intentions you have no way of proving? That’s really what you came up with?” I asked through gritted teeth. The realization of what he did finally washed over Tom. His angry expression faded, and his eyes dropped to the floor.

“He gets to be around you. You work with him every day. He gets to see you, to touch you, to feel you. I don’t. I’m thousands of miles away and some other man gets to be there for you. You have to understand how horrible it is for me to know this.” Tom said, staring at the floor.

“You don’t think I’m jealous too? That other women get to be around you and I don’t? Women constantly thrown themselves at you, Tom! I have to grin and bear it and it sucks but I do it! You’ll have to figure out a way to do it too!” I said. I relaxed my arms and rubbed my face. How can such a sweet, hot moment of love turn into… this.

“I’m sorry,” Tom whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that.” I took a deep breath.

“No you shouldn’t have. Why did you?” I asked. Tom sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m terrified of loosing you, of letting other people into our relationship. If anyone ever caught you two out, even just as friends, the media would jump on it and try to tear us apart. I’ve been through that before, and I’m not strong enough to ignore it all again. I can’t loose you, [Y/N]. I love you so much and my jealously got the best of me. I’m so sorry,” His eyes looked up to mine with a pleading look. I walked over to him, but he made no move to touch me. I placed my hands on either side of his face and looked up at him.

“We can’t let anyone tear us apart; not Henry, not the media, anyone. I won’t let them. I love you Tom, so much that it can be painful. Don’t let anyone else affect you like that. I’m with you, only you. Never doubt that,” I pleaded with him. I wasn’t angry anymore, just sad. The separation and unexpected announcement of our relationship had taken a major toll on us, and we hadn’t even realized it. His hand cupped mine, keeping it to his face, as he stared down lovingly at me.

“I won’t.”

-

The wind blew harshly against my face as we walked into the airport. The normal entrance was too crowded with paparazzi, so we were taken through a back entrance with significantly less weather coverage. I grabbed onto Tom’s arm tighter and he squeezed my hand in assurance. Despite my hatred of the cold, I was thankful that it was consuming my thoughts over what our actual purpose was here. Tom was leaving to go back to L.A. to finish filming. Though the trip was unexpected and quick, it stung a bit whenever he had to leave.

           We finally made it inside of a small side alcove connected to the boarding zone of the air plane, and the person who had been walking us in turned to us and told Tom it would be a few minutes before he could board. Tom nodded curtly and the man exited the area. I looked up at Tom while he placed his hands on either side of my face, smoothing out my hair.

“We’re getting better at this; I’m not even crying this time,” I joked. It was supposed to sound humorous, but my sadness drowned the fun out.

“You said it yourself; soon we won’t have to say goodbye for a while,” He reminded me.

“Yeah, but we’re having to say it right now,” I started, “Living in the present is a lot harder to do than looking to the future.”

“But that future will be much better. And it’s not that distant, only a few more weeks,” Tom said. I grimaced when he said weeks. His attempt to cheer me up was failing, and I felt bad for making it so hard.

“Thank you for coming out to see me. I’m really happy you came,” I said. He smirked mischievously.

“I believe we both came, quite a few times actually,” Tom teased. I playfully slapped his chest, embarrassed by his comment. He laughed at my reaction and tugged me in for a tight hug. I reciprocated the hug, holding onto him for dear life.

“I love you so much, never doubt that. I’m yours; entirely,” I whispered. Tom pulled back just a little, so that he could capture my lips in a deep kiss. I kissed back just as fervently. When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless.

“As am I. I love you,” Tom rested his forehead against mine. I looked into his eyes once more, and pressed a very quick last kiss. The man who led us here cleared his throat, alerting us to his presence. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Tom didn’t seem to mind.

“Call me when you get to L.A.,” I said, voice breaking a bit. Tom nodded, stepping back towards the plane, but still holding onto my hand. He pressed a kiss to the back of my hand while maintaining eye contact, before dropping it and turning to board. I watched him for a few moments, waved back at him when he quickly spun around to wave at me, and wiped my eyes for the few stray tears that had fallen.

Only a couple more weeks, I told myself, then Tom and I can truly start our lives together.

The Other Woman

   MC x Zyglavis

So I set off to write something completely different but this is what came out and I just went with it. 

      “Is Zyglavis here?”

     “Errr.....yeah, he’s in his room buuuuut.”

     “But? Is something wrong?”

     “Welllllll.......”

     “Ichthys if something’s wrong please tell me!”

     “Oh no nothing like that! He’s just uh....how shall I say this? Having a bad day?”

     “Oh? Is he in a bad mood or something?”

     “I wouldn’t say bad, more like....I don’t know....not typical Ziggy?” My eyebrows furrowed. It felt like Ichthys was purposely dodging my questions and my frustration must have been showing on my face.

     “Um hey! I didn’t mean....he’s not...”

     “Ichthys what are you telling _____?”

     “Dui! What’s going on? What’s wrong with Zyglavis?”

     “Nothing’s wrong with Zyglavis ____, he’s just....a bit gruffer than usual?”

     “Why? What happened?”

     “He has a visitor.”

     “A....visitor?” The way Dui said it made my hair stand on end. No way, is it...another woman? It must have shown all over my face because they looked at me sympathetically. My heart began to pound in my chest, a pit in my stomach. 

     “What are you moron’s doin’? Aren’t you s’posed to be workn?!” Scorpio’s authoritative voice rang out. When he approached the foyer his eyes fell upon me.

     “You. This ain’t a good time, you should come back later. Zig’s busy.” Even Scorpio seemed to be avoiding telling me the whole truth making me determined to find out. I pushed past Dui and Ichthys storming toward Zyglavis’ room when Scorpio caught me by the arm. He looked livid but after observing my face I could see his expression soften.

     “We don’t know much, she showed up out of the blue and none of us have ever seen her before. I ain’t gonna presume to know anything cuz I don’t. But I believe you should trust your boyfriend right now. As long as I’ve known Zig he’s never been the type to....uhh....ya know.” 

     “Thanks, but I....I have to know. If I go home now I’ll just make myself sick with all the thoughts of what could be happening.”

     “I get it woman, I do. I just think you ought to give him the benefit of the doubt. She showed up here out of the blue and Zig looked genuinely shocked.” All I could think of was an ex-lover or mistress he kept hidden from anyone. I had to see for myself and with that I made my way toward his room with so much anxiety I could hardly swallow.

************

     As I stood before his bedroom door it was closed. It was never closed. Not unless I was inside with him. I listened for a while but I heard nothing. Perhaps she went home already? I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. At first no one answered but I knocked once more and I heard the lock turn and the door slowly opened. 

     An intense pain shot through me as our eyes met. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. 

     “Hello there, and who might you be little one?” L-Little one?! She smiled sweetly at me and even though I was hurt and angry something about her smile was.....familiar? It strangely put me at ease. Huh?

     “I imagine you’re here for Zyglavis, I’m afraid he stepped out for a minute but he should be back soon. Would you like to come in?” I should have been angrier, her inviting me into my boyfriends room yet for some reason there was something.....comforting about her presence. Was this her special ability?

     She showed me to the couch and I sat down feeling beyond confused as I blinked at her not knowing what exactly to say.

     “Would you like some tea?”

     “U-Ummm....yes, thank you.” This was getting stranger by the moment. She was being incredibly sweet to me considering I was a stranger. Or so I thought.

     “I imagine you must be ____. Zyglavis has spoken so much about you so I am pleased that you came for a visit. I don’t think he would have willingly allowed it otherwise.” She chuckled as she handed me the tea and took a seat across from me. 

     She was the very definition of beautiful. Perfect. Tall, curvy in all the right places. Long hair pulled neatly into a braid that was adorned with silvery jewels. Her eyes were a soft grey, long lashes decorating the edges. Her every movement was graceful and her etiquette made me sit a little straighter just from watching her.

     “Do you love him?” She suddenly spoke as her eyes pierced mine intensely. I had no idea what to say, I felt frozen to the spot. 

     “What are you doing?” His voice cut through the tension and she went back to her sunny disposition. I couldn’t find words as I stared at him like a deer in headlights.

     “_____, what are you doing here?” For some reason his stern expression rubbed me the wrong way and brought me back to my senses.

     “W-What kind of greeting is that!?” I shouted at him, his eyes going wide with surprise. The other woman started chuckling causing Zyglavis to furrow his brows.

     “You stay out of this.” He spoke sharply toward the other woman.

     “I beg your pardon? Have you forgotten who you are speaking to Zyglavis?” She was smiling but there was an intensity that communicated she was displeased. I looked back and forth between them as Zyglavis actually looked....remorseful? Z-Zyglavis? Who is this woman?

     “Of course not, forgive me for being so rude.” He bowed his head and that’s when I lost it.

     “Umm, I don’t mean to be rude but who are you?” There was a slight venom in my tone considering the power this strange woman seemed to have over Zyglavis of all gods. He never bowed to anyone except the King.

     “Whom indeed.” She smiled before casually sipping her tea. There was some kind of unspoken message between the pair and I felt my temper flare. She seemed to sense this and gracefully set down her teacup and made her way toward me.

     Standing before me she looked me over from head to toe like she was inspecting my worth. Suddenly she smiled and laughed.

     “Not what I would have suspected from you Zyglavis. A human hmm? Well, she is lovely but I’m afraid for you. Your love will be so short.” What?! Who does this woman think she is?!

     “Regardless, she is the woman I love and have given my heart to. There is no other for me.” Z-Zyglavis. He took my hand in his and kissed the back softly. The woman observed the affection that flowed from him and smiled sweetly before turning back to me.

     “Then I shall pray for your eternal happiness. Please, take good care of him my dear. He means everything to me.”

     “I...umm....” 

     “Well then, I should be on my way. I am sorry it has been so long since my last visit Zyglavis. Please forgive me.”

     “There is no need, I understand.” He smiled at her sweetly and she pulled him into an embrace before kissing his forehead leaving me dumbfounded. 

     “I love you so much my dear Zyglavis.” 

     “I love you too, Mom.”

Oct 19 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Monster AU - Creature from the Black Lagoon

Instead of a normal stream, we did an AU stream where everyone’s a monster. Prowl was a shadow person. A very shy shadow person.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Tarantulas changed their nickname to Tara. Kweh: ((holy *** i haven't heard this song in years Kweh changed their nickname to Bevel. E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i love this song. ] Tara: (( my bother thought this song said "fajita, i can't cool down" Tara: (( **brother Bevel: ((I first heard this song on Sabrina the Teenage Witch E x s p i r a v i t: [[ accurate. ]] Bevel: ((fajita pft E x s p i r a v i t: [[ Remember, you can be any monster you like, any size, any shape, any form. ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ Blurr here is a ghostie ]] Ravage: *A sleek, black and red mechanical beast with a feline body, birds' wings, and vaguely humanoid face slinks into the room... and parks itself at the door. None shall pass. Maybe.* E x s p i r a v i t: / is going to just slide along the walls with speed, making monitors turn to static and music morph in and out for a moment. Coils up from the ground.  ghost present / E x s p i r a v i t: / With one good eye and one eye in the pits of blackness that coil out like black smoke. / Bevel: ((I am probably going werewolf for B here but it's literally a new moon Ravage: *Does that thing where cats stare at a wall wide-eyed with blown pupils for no discernable reason. GHOSTS.* E x s p i r a v i t: / just slides out of the wall and drapes over the lamp. Making it flicker / Heeeere kitty kitty. / twists head upside down and grins/ Ravage: *Hisssssss.* E x s p i r a v i t: / wiggles claws at from the lamp/ E x s p i r a v i t: [[ oh my god, my son is the hatbox ghost. A mischevious little shiit. ]] Ravage: =This song is easy. Make it harder.= E x s p i r a v i t: Oooh, that sounds a little tedious. /hangs from the lamp from his coiled legs and swings back and forth/ Tara: *tara slides in, an androgynous incubus. violet wings and tail are playfully flicking* Bevel: *a perfectly normal looking human enters, nothing to see here, ignore the wet dog smell* Tara: If it's so easy, then make it harder yourself, Ravage. Tara: That's generally what I prefer. Tara: *purrs* Ravage: *Ravage smacks a paw on the incubus' tail and the human's foot.* Ravage: =Not so fast.= E x s p i r a v i t: / stops swinging so he can watch. Might be swinging just a little / E x s p i r a v i t: / watching upside down. / Bevel: *stops short of entering the room* Hi? Ravage: =Entry fee, you see. Answer to be free. Fail and feed me.= Bevel: Oh! I have to pay? Tara: *swats at Ravage* Pay with the answer to a riddle, that is. Wing: ((omg what is this song. I love the guitar)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ bat out of hell by meatloaf ]] Ravage: *Hiss at the demon. You first, fiend, if you're so intent upon pestering him.* Tara: Let's have it, then. Bevel: *whines a little but nods, she's not very good at riddles* E x s p i r a v i t: / don't worry, bevel. He might tell you the answer if he knows it / Prowl: *the shadows she's casting shift a bit, then still.* Ravage: =A little house am I, only large enough for one. I have no doors or windows, and if they want to leave, they must break through the walls. What am I?= Prowl: *excited shifting! then still again.* Tara: *looks at claws for a while, grooming them, the flicks hand* An /egg/. Are we done here? Bevel: *Bevel feels like she should really know this for some reason... maybe if it were a box instead of a house, Ravage geez* Ravage: *Ravage huffs and lets the tail go. Fine.* Bevel: Eggs! *laughs* Bevel: *will just go to follow Tara into the room then* Tara: *tara prances off. can't embarrass this incubus as easily as you can his spidery counterpart* Ravage: =And you.= *Glance to the "human". He sneers and sucks in air, smelling that horrible wet dog stench.* =I've lived for millions of years, but am born again every month.= Bevel: *stops short and pouts at Ravage* Bevel: Rude. It is the moon. Ravage: =You would know.= Bevel: *sticks her tongue out at him* Ravage: *Peers around. Any others? No? Just the ghost and these two? All right. He'll creep away from the door.* E x s p i r a v i t: /swings on the lamp again, humming obnoxiously / Tara: *wanders over to the lamp and ghostie to say hullo* Bevel: *she'll finally make her way into the room and settle as far from the weird cat as she can* Prowl: *rides on in on bevel's shadow* Bevel: *it's a pretty good sized shadow, enjoy* E x s p i r a v i t: / twists body around like a twizler and blinks at Tara / Ravage: *Flops to the ground, crosses his front paws, and flares his wings out. Most comfortable. Though a snack would make things better.* Prowl: *it is indeed. lots of room to stretch around.* Tara: *leans on table* What's your name again, love? I /know/ I've met you somewhere before. E x s p i r a v i t: [[ lemme know when yall are ready ]] Ravage: ((ready whenevers)) Bevel: ((ready! Tara: (( o7 Tara: (( also i am admiring the demure color scheme E x s p i r a v i t: Meeee? /stretches arms out and hangs down from the lamp. Staring upside down at/ Many names, many names. /tugs head off with claws and giggles/ Tara: (( our names E x s p i r a v i t: They call me lots of names! Ravage: =Rumplestiltskin.= E x s p i r a v i t: That guy? He's a sham. Bevel: *giggles* Tara: But what do you want ME to call you, that's the thing. Tara: Oh, and that goes for you too, lovely lady in the corner ~ E x s p i r a v i t: / puts head back on and hums / Exspiravit, they say. E x s p i r a v i t: Spira works for me. Ravage: *Mutter mutter.* Make sure you like to hear it screamed. Bevel: *her?* E x s p i r a v i t: [[ just lemme know when we can start~! ] Tara: *the teeniest snicker. tara heard that and is proud. and you, yes, you* Bevel: ((i'm ready whenever Ravage: ((we're all ready whenever)) Prowl: ((ready whenever)) E x s p i r a v i t: / blinking at Tara upside down / E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i actually got dinner for once so ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i am ready. ]] Tara: (( food! yes! good! let's go :3 Bevel: Everyone calls me Bev. Tara: Spira and Bev ~ A pleasure to meet you. E x s p i r a v i t: And who are you? Prowl: *meanders away from bevel's shadow and to a shady patch of floor from which the screen is visible* Tara: *trails a claw down chest* I was just /getting/ to that. The name is Tara. Bevel: Hi, Tara! It is nice to meet you. Tara: *settles into a chair near the lamp* Prowl: *from the right angle and the corner of one's eye, a personlike silhouette hovers on the wall.* E x s p i r a v i t: Tara... huh. /coils onto the lamp and looks at the screen / Prowl: ((good to know that creature from the black lagoon is pro-evolution)) E x s p i r a v i t: / flicks head around and bends over the lamp, looking to said silhouette. Another ghostie? / E x s p i r a v i t: [[ yes ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ "Ive never seen like this ever before." E x s p i r a v i t: Me: A hand??? ]] Prowl: *... caught* Prowl: *disappears back down into the shadows* Ravage: *Ravage looks up and around, but is too late to see this other ghost. Hmm.* Ravage: ((MY BOY)) Prowl: ((THERE HE IS)) Ravage: ((also. y'all be appreciative of the dude in the suit plz cuz he had to hold his breath underwater for up to 4 minutes at a time)) Prowl: ((goddamn)) E x s p i r a v i t: ... /hmmms and goes back to watching screen / Tara: (( daaaang E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i would die ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ also please appreciate the creature's costuming because the make up artist never got credit for it. She was never credited, or so I read. ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ someone else was. ]] Ravage: ((she wasn't)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ * was posting about it jfc LS ]] Ravage: =I could do with a fish.= E x s p i r a v i t: To eat? Ravage: =To wear.= Ravage: =Yes, to eat.= E x s p i r a v i t: / reaches into the ceiling and fumbles around. Holds out the literal full skeleton of a fish. Very amusing / Tara: Oh, /ick/ Ravage: *Turns his nose up.* Prowl: *shifts a bit to look. hmm.* Prowl: *yep. those are bones.* E x s p i r a v i t: Kitty wants fishy fishy? /wiggling it / Ravage: =Ghost wants salt?= E x s p i r a v i t: / HISSSS / You throw salt at me and I blow out the entire room! Prowl: *sinks back to the floor.* Ravage: *Flicks his wings. Then it's settled. No fish, no salt.* E x s p i r a v i t: / tosses bones and lets them sort of float orb like into the floor / E x s p i r a v i t: / 4 u prowl / Prowl: *not fresh enough for this shadow* Prowl: ((let it be noted here for the record that the humans attacked first)) E x s p i r a v i t: / swings on lamp again./ E x s p i r a v i t: [[ it is true ]] Tara: *twirls finger around one of the ghost bits trailing off of spira. can tara curl it or make it move?* Prowl: ((... it looks like the jungle cruise boats)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ DOESNT IT 8) ]] Bevel: ((pft E x s p i r a v i t: / Tara can, yes / Prowl: ((where are the bad puns)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ that's my favorite part about that ride. ]] Ravage: =What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?= E x s p i r a v i t: / twitches a little and crawls over the lamp, looking down at Tara / Prowl: *... more excited shadow fidgets.* Tara: You're making these too contextually easy, Ravage. Ravage: =If you WANT to be eaten...= Ravage: *Forgets what he was saying and squints at the floor. He could have sworn he saw movement.* Prowl: *... goes still again.* Tara: Depending on how you mean that... *wink wonk* Bevel: *checks over her shoulder nervously before telling herself she's imagining things* E x s p i r a v i t: / is trying to find the other ghostie, though he isn't sure if it is a ghostie or not / Ravage: *Flashes those jaguar-claws-that-rip-like this at Tara. How do they think he means.* Tara: *you're just inviting him to give a little clawed rawr back, c'mon* Prowl: *shadowy silhouette slides up onto the wall again. better view of the screen up here.* Tara: *giggles* Ravage: *Grunts and gets onto his paws. Going to move to a couch away from the tailed one. Not enough room for two sets of wings.* Tara: *awww* Prowl: *new couchmate?* Ravage: *Quite possibly. Though he probably doesn't know just yet.* Bevel: *quietly to herself* noooooo Prowl: *will be a very still silhouette on the wall by the couch* Tara: *tara'll settle with toying with spira's smokey shifty parts while he watches* E x s p i r a v i t: / twists around and swings down, dangling beside Tara / E x s p i r a v i t: / trying to spy this shadow he sees flicker, but he is missing it . Hmmm / Ravage: =Wet.= E x s p i r a v i t: Is water wet? I didn't know. Ravage: =Explains your stink.= Prowl: *the shadow's better camouflaged now. easy to pretend to be the sphinx's shadow, as long as no one realizes that's not the angle where the shadow should be cast* Prowl: ((this is it. the scene that got us our fishfucker movie.)) Tara: (( dfgdfds E x s p i r a v i t: [[ yeP ]] E x s p i r a v i t: Pardon? Bevel: Is it gonna eat her? E x s p i r a v i t: Maybe. Ravage: =You. Smell.= All ghosts do. E x s p i r a v i t: / twists around by Tara and levels with them to watch the screen / I do not smell. E x s p i r a v i t: / lifts claws and makes a ouija board out of smokey bits  / Do I smell? / it flares up a NO / See? Bevel: What do ghosts smell like? Tara: *sniffs spira, shakes head, shrugs* E x s p i r a v i t: See? No smell. E x s p i r a v i t: / twists around and scans the room a few times/ Hmm... Tara: What are you /looking/ at? Ravage: =Must. Light rot. Sulfur.= E x s p i r a v i t: That's just my natural allure. Tara: Everyone keeps eyeing something, and it's not me. *huffs* E x s p i r a v i t: / blinks/ Oh... I'm planning something. /pats Tara's head and sinks into the ground. / E x s p i r a v i t: / He's going to try and scare the kitty / Bevel: Sorry, Tara E x s p i r a v i t: / which means he sort of needs to be in the general vicinity of behind Ravage / Ravage: *There's plenty of general vicinity back there.* E x s p i r a v i t: [[ furious kicking ]] Ravage: *...Do you ever get the feeling that you're being shadowed by someone? He can't smell anything, but...* Prowl: *can't relate.* E x s p i r a v i t: / good. He's going to attempt to scale the wall here/ Ravage: *Wiggles a little to get himself prepared for movement. Wiggle. Wiggle. Scrunch.* E x s p i r a v i t: / pauses for a moment. Looks around the wall. Then Ravage. Then the wall. Tilts head to the side and then upside down / Tara: *mutters something about how merpeople are overrated and demons are where it's at* E x s p i r a v i t: / That is not the right angle the shadow should be / E x s p i r a v i t: ... / SCREECHES at Ravage / Ravage: *SPRINGS off the couch with an unholy yowl and rustling feathers* Bevel: *jumps a little from across the room at the sudden screech of noise* Prowl: *watching the movie too intently to notice th— DIVES into the shadows under the couch* Ravage: *Lands in the incubus' lap* E x s p i r a v i t: AHA!! E x s p i r a v i t: /swings up over the couch and leans over it, peeking under it upside down / I knew I saw a thing! Tara: *jumps but is smothered in sphinx* Tara: *good* Prowl: *there's shadows, and then there's darker shadows. and in the middle of the darkest, two faintly glowing eyes.* E x s p i r a v i t: / amused flick of his smoke coils all over. Blinks back. / Hellooo. Ravage: *Does the rapid cat smack thing at his new seat's noggin. Bappity bappity bap. How dare you be where he lands.* E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i imagined the gif. ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ the bapbap gif. ]] Tara: (( omg Prowl: ......... hello. E x s p i r a v i t: / excited wiggle and slides onto the ground, halfway under the couch / You can talk! Bevel: ((bwahaha Ravage: =What talks.= Tara: Owowow /stoppit/ *grabs at paws* Bevel: Talks? Prowl: ... yes. *very softly, though.* E x s p i r a v i t: I thought you were hiding. / wiggles claws/ Shy? Prowl: *scoots over to see the movie from around the ghost. can't quite see the top of the screen from under the couch.* Prowl: ... yes. *wiggles darkness back at claw.* E x s p i r a v i t: / grins and pokes this wiggle as best he can/ I'm Spira. Ravage: *Scowl. Tries to wiggle his paws free.* Tara: *still pushing at paws, tara leans over to see the shadow* Prowl: *the wiggle is very cold.* prowl. E x s p i r a v i t: Come outside. Watch the movie from different shadows. E x s p i r a v i t: [[ to be honest, I love that suit so much ]] Ravage: ((I KNOW)) Bevel: ((it's so well done like dang E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i can't wait for the sequel we all needed. ]] Prowl: *... glides up to the edge of the couch.* which shadows? E x s p i r a v i t: I can make some! Ravage: *Takes advantage of the distraction to move back to the middle of the floor. Much safer here.* E x s p i r a v i t: /quickly moves from the couch and zooms to the lamp, twisting around it and angling it to make big shadows on the walls / Prowl: all right. E x s p i r a v i t: / hangs down by Tara, letting his coil hold the lamp in place, smokey bits hovering around him/ Tara: *grabs at ravage as they go, but alas. at least now spira's back* Ravage: =...It is darker in here.= Prowl: *glides out, zipping through the half-shadows until he gets up to the deep shadows along the wall.* Tara: A wonderful host, you. How accomodating. *petpet the ghost to see how much he can dissipate the smoke* Prowl: ((gdi i'd gone all night without using a gendered pronoun on the shadow and then i slip up with a he.)) Prowl: ((yall saw nothing)) Bevel: *flinches at the sudden movement and hunches in on herself some* Prowl: *silhouette hovers curled up in one of the shadows on the wall* E x s p i r a v i t: / smoke coils around Tara's hand / E x s p i r a v i t: There. Much better, yes? /to prowl / Prowl: ... yes. E x s p i r a v i t: / grins and hangs back down , watching the movie / How sad. E x s p i r a v i t: I think he wants to eat her. Tara: *...licks the ghost smoke* E x s p i r a v i t: Why can't they let him eat? Ravage: *Ear flick. Who said that. Looks at the wall.* E x s p i r a v i t: / exCUSE. poofs the smoke from the lick / Prowl: they invaded his home. E x s p i r a v i t: Very rude. When someone invades MY home, I make them leave. E x s p i r a v i t: It's very fun. Bevel: Yeah. Bevel: *maybe not the fun part but the first bit for sure* Tara: *keeps trying to lick the smoke, distract distract* E x s p i r a v i t: ... / twits a bit and looks at Tara / I have a riddle for you! Ravage: =That is MY job.= E x s p i r a v i t: *twists E x s p i r a v i t: Yes, but you don't know this riddle. Tara: Have at it, hehe. E x s p i r a v i t: / lifts claws and makes a smokey ouija board/ What blends in with the night, turns out the light, and feeds your monstrous appetite? Ravage: *There's the voice again. The beast twists to look at the wall.* E x s p i r a v i t: / trying not to swing the lamp to keep the shadows steady for new friend / Tara: Oh, I know what feeds /my/ appetite, but I doubt that's the answer to this riddle. Ravage: *...Stands on his hind paws, leans over the back of the couch, and test bops the wall.* E x s p i r a v i t: Do you... give up? /8) / E x s p i r a v i t: [[ the fact that he swims so well in it, too ]] Ravage: ((especially since they couldn't see anything in the damn suit lol)) Prowl: *jolts out of the way. zips up to a dark corner.* Ravage: *!!!* E x s p i r a v i t: [ dude yeah ]] Tara: I give in - what is it? Ravage: *THERE'S SOMEONE IN HERE AND THEY DIDN'T PAY THE TOLL.* E x s p i r a v i t: / poofs the ouija board/ Me, you silly thing! Hee! /laughs and pats Tara's face with claw / E x s p i r a v i t: / would waggle eye brows, but has none. Waggles smokey eye brows / Prowl: *toward spira* is it--? oh. Ravage: *Scrambles over the back of the couch with a thud, jumps back onto his hind paws, and starts trying to catch the thing in the dark corner.* Prowl: *didn't answer the riddle in time. had a different answer anyw— !!!* Tara: *snickers and looks over* Did someone pull out the laser pointer again? E x s p i r a v i t: / uh oh. / Run, Prowl. E x s p i r a v i t: /grabs lamp and twists it to make a path of shadows / E x s p i r a v i t: / run forrest run / Prowl: *shoots along the path* Ravage: *Chase chase.* Bevel: *distracted from the movie by the chase scene in the room* E x s p i r a v i t: / swinging lamp around and trying to make as many shadows as possible to hide in / Ravage: =They did not pass the test!= Tara: At least give the shadow a chance, Ravage. What's your riddle, then? Prowl: *dives back down to the floor and hides under another couch* E x s p i r a v i t: Then play fair, kitty ! E x s p i r a v i t: Give him a riddle. Ravage: *Flops onto his side right by the couch and closes one eye, trying to see the intruder.* Ravage: =...You agree to play?= Prowl: *there's darkness, and darker darkness.* ... yes. E x s p i r a v i t: / swings down to relax by Tara again/ I hope the monster lives. I rather like him. E x s p i r a v i t: He's got a funny face. Ravage: *Tappity tappity claws. He's thinking.* Tara: I hope he does too, but as far as faces go, I quite like yours better. *claw traces ghost jaw* E x s p i r a v i t: Awww, ain't you sweet. /wiggles a little / E x s p i r a v i t: not much of a face, though. Missing half. /sticks claw under his floating red eye / E x s p i r a v i t: Nothing here. Tara: Half's plenty to land a kiss on. *quick smorch teh ghost* Ravage: =I am a solitary word, 5 letters long. Behead me once and I remain the same. Behead me again and I still do not change.= E x s p i r a v i t: / aaaAAH! bursts into smoke. Poof. / Tara: *pouts* Tara: *mumbles* Just when I thought I was getting somewhere. E x s p i r a v i t: / reforms by Bevel / Did you see that? /giddy wiggly. Pause. / ... You smell like a wet dog. Bevel: *jumps a little* So? E x s p i r a v i t: / shove face in hair and SNIFF/ Kidding. I can't smell! /poofs again and forms by Tara/ E x s p i r a v i t: Howdy. Come here often? /waggle smokey brows / E x s p i r a v i t: [[ this is the longest "on my way to steal your girl" ive ever seen ]] Bevel: *jerks away at the sudden face in her hair. and falls off the chair* E x s p i r a v i t: / cackles at Bevel / Prowl: *... shifts nervously. knew the riddles the other two got. but this one is about words.* Prowl: *... solitary word. is the word itself solitary?* Bevel: *just gonna.... stay here on the floor yep* Prowl: ... alone. Tara: Not yet, but I plan on it. *boops ghost nose* E x s p i r a v i t: Haha. I usually scare away visitors. E x s p i r a v i t: Nasty people with cameras. Ravage: *Big smile. Many sharp teeth.* =Good.= Ravage: *Backs up and nods. The toll is paid.* E x s p i r a v i t: / oh no!! / Prowl: *glides up to the edge of the couch again. at least it isn't over yet.* Ravage: *Aha. So that's what the stranger is.* Tara: *turns head* See, Ravage, all you had to do was give them a chance. You can't eat a shadow, anyhow. Prowl: *finds a shadow next to the couch to hover in* E x s p i r a v i t: Yeah. E x s p i r a v i t: Bad kitty. Ravage: *Flicks his wings at them both.* =Rules are rules.= Bevel: *laughs* E x s p i r a v i t: Break the rules! Tara: *flicks wings back at* Prowl: rules are rules. Ravage: *Growls and rests his head on his paws. Unruly pair. At least the shadow and the... whatever they are... behave well.* Ravage: *Slow blink* =Yes. Thank you.= E x s p i r a v i t: I didn't have to answe.r. E x s p i r a v i t: But, this is my house. Tara: Does anyone ever have to give /you/ a riddle, Ravage? E x s p i r a v i t: / swings down from the lamp and coils up from the ground / Tara: *can still play with ghost smoke with his tail, good* Ravage: =That is why.= Those who own a place need not earn entry to it. =Other sphinxes. Clever creatures playing games.= E x s p i r a v i t: So, when you have meetings, you have to all answer a riddle? E x s p i r a v i t: / smoke will play around the tail too / Ravage: *Nod.* =The one who asks the best riddle is honored.= E x s p i r a v i t: ... Oh,  you really have meetings? E x s p i r a v i t: What's that like? E x s p i r a v i t: Do you all have meetings with your groupings? Prowl: *... slides under couches and through half-shadows to get next to the one with the lamp where everyone is gathered. stays on the opposite side from the lamp, pressed up under the shade of the arm rest Ravage: =A diamond plate, a glowing grate, a place you never leave.= E x s p i r a v i t: / wiggles claws at shadow!/ Ravage: *Tracks the shadow and offers it a small nod for the earlier defense.* Prowl: *stretches out something spindly and vaguely hand-shaped to return the wiggle. it quickly wilts and vanishes under the lamp light.* E x s p i r a v i t: / grins. / E x s p i r a v i t: Do you have meetings, Tara? /leans over on / E x s p i r a v i t: A bunch of you heart eaters in a room? E x s p i r a v i t: What about you, wet dog? Bevel: Glowing grate? Bevel: *grumbles* Ravage: *Makes a lazy circle motion with one paw.* =Fireplace.= Bevel: Like in a house! Oh is it home? Ravage: *Nod.* Tara: *is curious, makes a hand-shaped shadow where the spindly hand was to see if anything'll happen* Hmm... We tend to steer clear of each other, heh. Bevel: *fist pump* Prowl: i leave fireplaces as fast as possible. Ravage: =Present company excepted.= E x s p i r a v i t: Prowl, do you have meetings with other shadows? Prowl: *... sinks into the offered hand-shadow.* Prowl: not on purpose. E x s p i r a v i t: Aah. Prowl: *warning: having a shadow in your shadow is cold.* E x s p i r a v i t: ... I can't leave my house. E x s p i r a v i t: / 8( / Ravage: *Rasping chuckle. He did say "a place you never leave".* Bevel: Meetings are kind of like family reunions. Or something. Everyone either knows someone else or is related to them. Tara: *hums and wiggles fingers, trying to pinch the shadow* E x s p i r a v i t: Aaah. You all have interesting lives. /coils into the air / Prowl: vampires leave their homes by taking a little of it with them. E x s p i r a v i t: I can play ticks. Can scare the visitors away. E x s p i r a v i t: But I'm tied to my person. E x s p i r a v i t: / twists in the air to hover upside down / Tara: Your person? You mean you're taken? *pout* Prowl: *curls up into the grabbing fingers* E x s p i r a v i t: Aah... /pats Tara's cheek/ Not really. Ravage: *Nods to Bevel. He knows what that's like.* E x s p i r a v i t: He doesn't see me. But he's afraid. Everywhere he moves, I move. I follow him. E x s p i r a v i t: Heplayed with a ouija board once. Opened the door. E x s p i r a v i t: But tsk tsk, foolish mortals. They never know when to burn the board! Ravage: =Eat him.= E x s p i r a v i t: Nooo... he's too fun to play with . Prowl: i follow people, too. E x s p i r a v i t: You do?! /grins/ Are they assigned? Ravage: =Why?= Tara: *makes prowl follow his hand, then* E x s p i r a v i t: [[ okay imma be real. I'm gonna switch to my other playlist to wind down. So you guys can enjoy my ugly music dsjkfs ]] Ravage: ((roger)) Tara: (( :3 i wanna hear! Prowl: no, i choose who to follow. E x s p i r a v i t: ... Lucky. Prowl: to eat their souls, a little bit at a time. E x s p i r a v i t: That sounds fun. /pout / Ravage: *Perk.* Bevel: *shudders* E x s p i r a v i t: I just get left forgotten in the house. Tara: *mutters, licks lips* All this talk of eating is making me /hungry/ Prowl: it's a living. E x s p i r a v i t: / licks Tara's cheek / E x s p i r a v i t: I tear souls from people when they make me mad. I can be playful... until I'm not. Prowl: i have to wait as it leaks out of them. Prowl: it's hard to speed it up, even when they deserve it. E x s p i r a v i t: i bet you're real good at it. Bevel: ...I only hurt people when they hurt me first. Tara: *licks spira back* Tara: I know the feeling, Prowl ~ Prowl: that's why i didn't choose you. E x s p i r a v i t: I hurt anyone who comes in the house uninvited. E x s p i r a v i t: Sometimes they break the windows. Tara: Rude. E x s p i r a v i t: Very. Ravage: =Who DID you choose? If not the... 'human'.= Ravage: *Watching the shadow curl around Tara's fingers.* Prowl: *follows the shadows up the underside of tara's arm.* what is it you feed on? E x s p i r a v i t: / sinks into the ground and slinks back up. throws skeleton fish at Ravage. For fun. / Ravage: *All these soul eaters. He prefers to stick to the meat. Souls are messy, complicated business. Too much for him.* Prowl: no one, right now. thought i'd stop in for the movie. Ravage: *Ravage ducks the fish bones and snarls* E x s p i r a v i t: / cackles and hovers by Tara and Prowl / Prowl: *buddy, have you ever seen a shadow eat a steak* E x s p i r a v i t: / do they use their shadow utensils / Tara: *purrs at the chill running up his arm* What do you think I feed on? Prowl: ... i think you must feed on souls, too. but only a small part of them. something regenerable. Bevel: *eats meat, frest as she can get it, souls sound... not very filling* E x s p i r a v i t: You all feed on such interesting things... E x s p i r a v i t: My diet seems so basic. Bevel: I eat meat. What do you eat? E x s p i r a v i t: ... Fear. E x s p i r a v i t: the more people are afraid of me, the stronger I get. E x s p i r a v i t: The anger between people.Negative emotions. They're filling. Bevel: ...Oh. Ravage: *Growls again.* =I protected your home and you fed from me?= Tara: Each to their own, yes. Personally I find pleasure in consuming lust. A much richer flavor than fear. E x s p i r a v i t: ... A little snack /smile innocently / Bevel: How do you eat fear? Prowl: slowly, then all at once. E x s p i r a v i t: Exactly. Ravage: *Bares fangs and sits up straight, no longer comfortable in this place. Tucks his serpent's tail around himself and pulls his wings close.* E x s p i r a v i t: Oh, don't be such a spoil sport! / poofs his head into his claws and twists it with a grin/ Turn that frown upside down! Ravage: *Swipes at the head* E x s p i r a v i t: / poofs head back and pouts / E x s p i r a v i t: I've never had so many visitors without scaring most of them. E x s p i r a v i t: I'm new to company. Bevel: It just seems... um, *holds her hands up and tries to make a ball before "exploding them outward* is it heat or microwaves or something? Or is it like a pheromone? Tara: *is still playing with his own shadow. where does the chill reside now?* E x s p i r a v i t: ... Eh? Ravage: ((I LOVE THIS SONG)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ same ]] Bevel: *fear is pheremones to her but maybe other creatures eat something different* E x s p i r a v i t: Fear? To me it's... it's like an energy Bevel: ((*WHEEZES* I LOVE THIS SONG AND HATE IT AND I LOVE IT E x s p i r a v i t: Negative energy makes me feel better. E x s p i r a v i t: But, I'm also rather mischevious in my own ways. E x s p i r a v i t: [[ yEP ]] Prowl: *finished moving up the arm. moving down the side of his ribcage by now, slowly* Prowl: it is like heat, yes. it radiates off them. you must be close to absorb it before they pull it back in. Tara: *probably looks like he's just petting himself by now, then. hee, it tickles* E x s p i r a v i t: / twists self back up and settles on top of the lamp / E x s p i r a v i t: / just draped over it. Droopy. / Ravage: *Watching that ghost. You stay over there.* E x s p i r a v i t: / glances at Ravage. Might just scare u / E x s p i r a v i t: / droops anyway / Bevel: *side-eyes the shadow some before nodding* That kinda makes sense being energy. E x s p i r a v i t: / flicking his shadowy coils to and fro / E x s p i r a v i t: *smokey E x s p i r a v i t: [[ excuse i am fire and brimstone, not shadow ]] Tara: *is that a sad droop or a comfy droop? tara's checking by leaning over to lick at the smoke again* E x s p i r a v i t: / smoke is going to swipe up that lick like a counter lick / E x s p i r a v i t: / it is an in between droop / Tara: *smiles and purrs. good. this is turning out to be a lovely evening* E x s p i r a v i t: Halloween is soon. That means so many broken windows. E x s p i r a v i t: / side glances at Ravage./ E x s p i r a v i t: / is waiting to scare / Bevel: *gets up finally* I have to go now. Ravage: =So soon.= E x s p i r a v i t: Well, come by and visit again. I'll ask the human to install a doggy door. E x s p i r a v i t: / smug upside down grin / Prowl: *is gradually slinking down tara's side* where is the human tonight? Bevel: I have to be home. *sticks her tongue out at Spira before leaving* E x s p i r a v i t: / mimics this / Eh? Oh... he went out for something. E x s p i r a v i t: / props chin in claw/ He's not very fond of me. Ravage: =I will eat him.= E x s p i r a v i t: / sulking/ He keeps me locked in the house and everything. E x s p i r a v i t: Eh? But, he's my main food source. Ravage: =I know.= Tara: Someone's feeling catty, hmm E x s p i r a v i t: ... /disappears into a poof / E x s p i r a v i t: / reappears and just breaks the light. Welcome to dark / Tara: *tara's eyes glow tho! just a teeny bit* Ravage: *Got them glowing eyes.* Prowl: *has glowy-but-the-least-glowy lights in the room* Tara: *all the glowy* E x s p i r a v i t: / sliding around. Okaaay. Coils up from the ground and jups at Ravage with a screech/ Ravage: *Whips around and snaps at the air* Ravage: *Was expecting that.* E x s p i r a v i t: / AH! yanks down and swats at / E x s p i r a v i t: / will do it. Will pull the tail./ Tara: Please take care not to harm the corporeals in here!!! *ducks down* Prowl: *... takes the opportunity to slink freely around the room for a moment, before settling on the couch next to tara--more heavily and solidly, now.* Ravage: *Flaps into the air. He can take a hint.* E x s p i r a v i t: Don't threaten my food source. Ravage: =You betrayed me first.= E x s p i r a v i t: Ah ah ah. I never said I WASNT going to eat your fear. Ravage: =I leave for places my services are appreciated. Pray your human does not find me.= E x s p i r a v i t: He's not going to actively look for any of you. Ravage: *Snarls and zips out of the room* E x s p i r a v i t: Awww. Kitty got his tongue tied. HAHAHA! E x s p i r a v i t: Or is it fur fluffed? What's the phrase these days? I'm a hundred and tired. Tara: I miss you already, Ravage. *waves but it doesn't matter in the dark orz* E x s p i r a v i t: / pats Tara's head and Prowl's shoulder maybe / E x s p i r a v i t: / or prowl's face . what is this / E x s p i r a v i t: / pat / Tara: *arm comes down near where tara can feel the shadow* I'd love to stay and get acquainted, but... Tara: *hee, nudges horns up into spira's touch* E x s p i r a v i t: / pat pat / Prowl: *shadow is a proper person at the moment. touches the arm.* you're leaving? E x s p i r a v i t: I should be getting back to my usual mischief as well... E x s p i r a v i t: I haven't littered the kitchen with dishes in a while. Tara: I ought to go, yes. I haven't had dinner yet. You're more than welcome to come along, though. E x s p i r a v i t: ... / little pout / Tara: *can't see it, gotta pout louder, spira* E x s p i r a v i t: / LOUD SAD SIGH / E x s p i r a v i t: / BREAKS A SCREEN / E x s p i r a v i t: / SUCH POUT / Tara: I'd invite you along too, but you /know/ you can't, dear. E x s p i r a v i t: He surrounded the place with salt. E x s p i r a v i t: I can't go outside. Prowl: ... i rarely get to taste other cuisines. E x s p i r a v i t: / hUFF / Tara: I'll fix you up something lovely, then. But we ought to be leaving, it'd be rude to tease Spira with details to a dinner he can't attend... E x s p i r a v i t: .. /just breaks something else and crawls up the ceiling and into the corner.on the ceiling. where he pouts. endlessly. / Prowl: mm. E x s p i r a v i t: / will be here when dodge gets home. / E x s p i r a v i t: / i can't believe my human boyfriend doesn't let his ghost bae leave the house / E x s p i r a v i t: / he is pouting upside down, for fun imagery / Tara: *takes prowl's shadowy arm and makes for the door* Prowl: *follows* Tara: *just don't step on the tail, pls* E x s p i r a v i t: / will throw something at the tail. B( / Tara: *rude* E x s p i r a v i t: / u cant tease me and then bail. U RUDE FIRST / Tara: *he'll come back and have ghost makeouts with you another time, shh* Tara: *he's hungry and you're not alive anymore* Prowl: *it hit prowl. ;;* E x s p i r a v i t: /oh. Sorry Prowl/ E x s p i r a v i t: / quick pat spot it hit / E x s p i r a v i t: / then back to pouting. / Prowl: *thanks.* E x s p i r a v i t: / prowl is a good. / E x s p i r a v i t: / he likes prowl / Tara: ...How about I kick the salt on the way out, hmm? Tara: Blow a bit of it away. E x s p i r a v i t: Oh, go ahead. E x s p i r a v i t: I need to wait for him anyway. He said he's buying a new ouija board so we can talk. /this is a lie. / Tara: If you insist... E x s p i r a v i t: ... but you could. E x s p i r a v i t: maybe break just part of the ring. E x s p i r a v i t: if it's broken, I can work on the rest. Tara: *winks* Done deal. Tara: *is outie* Prowl: *follows in tara's shadow*

Flying Solo

March 1, 2019

In the past, I never thought twice about it when I saw a mom toting around two young children all by herself.  Now I realize what a super-human miracle I had been witnessing all those times!  The challenge of safely and sanely wrangling multiple squirming, needy, unpredictable, mini humans through a public outing by yourself is not for the faint of heart.  

I was faced with just such a task last week when I had an appointment with my endocrinologist to make sure my gestational diabetes had disappeared.  (Full Disclosure: I have been to our tiny local post office and the bookmobile alone with my girls, but both of those locations are only about three minutes away from our house and can be quickly vacated should the babies’ dispositions turn sour).

But now I was facing my first real outing alone with my mini-me’s and it was a bit daunting.  Was I up for the test? Only time would tell…

Preparations for the big event began the night before.  I showered, packed extra diapers in the diaper bag, and loaded my purse with an arsenal of treats.  The morning of my appointment arrived and Kewpie and Fuzzy Wuzzy seemed to be in good spirits.  A promising sign, or a lull before the storm?  Well either way, there seemed to be a physical storm brewing.  The sky was dark, and the birds had stopped singing.  All of nature it seemed was holding its breath to see how this day would play out.  But I was determined to arise victorious, and so with plenty of time to spare, I started to get myself and the girls ready to go.

Now, Kewpie is potty training, a fact that she proudly tells everyone within earshot.  So I reminded her, “Kewpie, if you need to go potty today, you must tell me!”

“Yes cuz I are potty training!” Kewpie said with pride.  I dressed her, handed her a quick snack, and then turned my attention to Fuzzy Wuzzy.  I nursed her, changed her diaper, and loaded her into the infant carseat without too much of a fuss.

“I’m doing pretty good!” I thought.

At that moment, Kewpie said, “It’s snowing!”

“What?!” I said, dashing to the window.  It was indeed snowing.  I should have known this would happen.  Thus far, all big events involving Fuzzy Wuzzy have been accompanied by snow: the day she was born, her dedication at church, and now as we try to complete our gestational diabetes journey.

“Well it’s just dusting right now,” I said. “Come on, let’s get in the truck, Kewpie.”

So through the whirling snowflakes we marched out to our beautiful, new-to-us          Ram 1500.  I clicked Fuzzy Wuzzy’s carseat into place and then went to the other side to secure Kewpie who was happily chatting to her stuffed Tigger.  She babbled on, completely ignoring my struggle to get all of her buckles clipped and making zero attempt to help me get her arms and legs in the proper positions.  I wasn’t really listening to what she was saying until the moment I clipped the final buckle and she said to Tigger, “Look, Tigger!  Fuzzy Wuzzy just pooped!”

“What?!” I gasped for the second time in the past five minutes.

“Eeeewwww, it’s stinky!” said Kewpie.

I ran back to the other side of the truck to see if Kewpie had spoken words of truth.  I opened the door and was struck with the unmistakable smell confirming Kewpie’s declaration.  Fuzzy Wuzzy smiled up at me with a mischievous, toothless grin.

Oy vey! I had just gotten both kids into their carseats, was heating up the truck, and the house was locked up tight.  There was only one thing to do in order to avoid a total troop movement.  I unclipped Fuzzy Wuzzy, scooped her up, and started changing her on the driver’s seat.  Kewpie was fascinated by this unexpected display of nudity.

“Look at Fuzzy Wuzzy’s bottom!” Kewpie howled with laughter.

I’m an expert diaper-changer, so the unpleasantries were over in no time.  But my theory that kids have massive diaper explosions every time you leave the house holds true!

Finally I had both girls back in their carseats and we were ready to head to the doctor.  As we started to drive, I thought, “At least we got the crazy part of the day out of the way early on.  It will be smooth sailing from here on out!”

The drive to the doctor was uneventful.  The snow stopped falling, and the closer we got to Valencia, the clearer the sky became.  It was shaping up to be a gloriously sunny, winter day.  I even got lucky with a great parking spot!

Kewpie was very proud to be gong to the doctor with me to show off her new baby, and she told everyone in passing, “This is baby Fuzzy Wuzzy!”  She held my hand obediently and walked nicely next to the stroller as I pushed Fuzzy Wuzzy into the building.

Fuzzy Wuzzy tolerated the walk until we got to the waiting room where I attempted to check in.  But Fuzzy Wuzzy does not like to wait for any reason whatsoever.  So as soon as the soothing motion of the stroller ended, so did Fuzzy Wuzzy’s patience.  

She began screaming as if I had just told her I was going to put her up for adoption.  Luckily Kewpie was there to assist me with her hysterical sibling.

“Jesus loves me this I knooooooow!” Kewpie sang loudly.  But when Fuzzy Wuzzy ignored her attempt to calm her down, Kewpie slouched onto the waiting chair and stared sullenly straight ahead.  After I checked in, I scooped up Fuzzy Wuzzy and all was right with the world again.  

Luckily we only had to wait a minute or two before the nurse called me back.  Now, young children in an endocrinologist’s office are rare and so receive a lot of adoring stares from elderly strangers.  Kewpie, however, did not appreciate the stares and returned them with unwavering eye contact and a menacing scowl.

The nurse ushered us into the little waiting room and said the doctor would be in shortly.   As soon as the door closed, Kewpie announced, “I have to go potty really bad!”

“Oh Kewpie, right now?!” I said.

“Yes, I have to peeeeeeeee!” said Kewpie.

“I’m sorry,” I said, seeing no way around this dilemma as I stood there with a fussy baby, and waiting to be examined by my doctor.  “You’re going to have to hold it.”

Kewpie huffed at me then slumped down onto the extra waiting chair in the corner.  I shifted Fuzzy Wuzzy in my arms and tried to make her smile.  When I looked up again I saw that Kewpie had kicked off her rain boots and was swinging her little legs back and forth over the side of the chair without a care in the world.  

“What are you doing?!” I asked.

“My feet didn’t like it in there,” Kewpie said.

“Well you’re going to have to put your shoes back on because the floor is yucky and I don’t want your feet to get all dirty,” I said.

“OK,” said Kewpie, and she slid off the chair and appeared to melt onto the ground where she lay facedown, arms spread out on either side of her body, but careful not to touch her feet to the floor.

“Kewpie get off the floor and put on your shoes!” I said, praying the doctor wouldn’t walk in at that moment.

“OK,” Kewpie said again.  This time, she scooted her body around on the floor by “paddling” with her arms like a surfer riding out into the waves, all the while keeping her knees bent and feet up in the air.  Of course her boots had fallen behind the chair, so Kewpie “surfed” under the chair to retrieve them.

When she was finally done mopping the floor with her body, Kewpie scrambled up onto the examination table and surveyed her surroundings.  I knew what was coming before she even said a word….

“That lady’s naked!” Kewpie yelled, pointing to the anatomical drawing on the wall.

“Yes, Kewpie,” I tried to keep the conversation calm and natural.  “It shows what’s on the inside of her body like her stomach and lungs—“

“And boobies!!” said Kewpie.

I couldn’t deny it.  “Yes Kewpie.”

Then Kewpie noticed the other picture on the wall which showed a lady at the beach sitting in a yoga pose.

“What’s she praying about Mommy?” Kewpie asked.

“Maybe she’s thanking God for the beautiful day at the beach?” I ventured.

“No,” Kewpie said and pointed to the first picture. “ She’s praying for the naked lady who’s going to take a bath.”

And with that, she hopped off the examination table and began inspecting all of its hidden intricacies.  She discovered the drawer full of paper gowns, the sliding footstool, and had just about figured out the stirrups when the doctor walked in.  Kewpie jumped as if she had been caught stealing the table, scurried back onto her chair, and sat there like a little angel throughout my entire exam.

As expected, I needed to go downstairs to the lab to get blood drawn after my appointment.  The doctor said goodbye and gave Kewpie a friendly wave, which she returned with a stare of stoney silence, and then the three of us girls made our way down to the lab.

We entered the crowded waiting room, and much to Kewpie’s delight the lab not only had chairs to sit on, but also benches!  She dove onto one, claiming the entire thing for herself.

“Mommy, look at all the binches!” Kewpie squealed loudly.  I froze, mortified.  Sweet Kewpie meant to say “benches,” but kept saying “binches”…you can imagine how many heads turned our way.

“You can sit on a binch too, Mommy!” said Kewpie, patting the bench and generously offering me a seat next to her.  I sat, trying to quiet my excited child.

“These are great binches!” Kewpie said as she flopped onto her back like she was making a snow angel as she soaked up the ample vinyl space that was hers for the taking.

Mercifully, I was called in for bloodwork quickly so I didn’t have to sustain anymore stares from shocked strangers.  Two minutes later we were walking out the door, ready to go home.

“Potty time, Mommy!” Kewpie said, stopping me from leaving the building.  I had forgotten! Luckily Kewpie had been able to “hold it” all this time, but now there was no more time to wait.

We rushed to the nearest bathroom and luckily the large stall was available so the stroller fit in with us.  I parked Fuzzy Wuzzy then set about prepping the toilet with loads of paper seat-covers while Kewpie did a wiggle dance in the corner…the countdown had begun!

“Come here Kewpie!” I said.  She wobbled over to me, pants around her ankles.  I snatched her up, set her on the porcelain throne, then immediately grabbed her back up because she had almost fallen through the hole!  Kewpie’s little body was too small for the large seat, so I held her, suspended in the air, until the deed was done.

Victory!  Kewpie had stayed dry and we were not forced to brave a full toddler clothing change in a cramped public bathroom stall!

Time to go home.  Back in the truck, I checked my phone before we left and saw a message from Damma saying that she had just been caught in a mini snowstorm on her way into Lancaster.  She advised me not to take the mountainous San Francisquito Canyon home.  But I figured we would be fine in our big truck.  That is, until I saw the mountains as we started to drive.  In a span of forty-five minutes the mountains toward home had turned completely white and were covered by foreboding looking storm clouds!

What to do now?!  My first real outing with both babies and we get caught in a perilous predicament!  After a quick call to hubby, we decided my best bet to get home safely was to whip around, take the 14 freeway, then go through the Leona Valley.

Now it was a race against the clock!  I hopped on the 5, with Kewpie commenting all the way about the different sights on this new adventurous way home.  She especially loved going over the huge overpass that connects the 5 to the 14, “WEEEEEEEE!”

Things were going off without a hitch until we hit the deserted stretch of wilderness on the 14, then the storm broke.  Snow swirled in huge sheets across the road and hail pounded against the windshield so loudly that I couldn’t hear myself think.

It was at this point that Kewpie decided it was time for an interactive song.  So all the way through the blizzardy drive we sang “Old McDonald Had a Farm.” It was a white-knuckle drive for me, but Kewpie was unfazed by the danger and simply sang louder in order to hear herself over the blasting hail and wind.

At long last, when Kewpie had exhausted her list of sing-a-long songs, we finally pulled into our driveway.  I hoped Fuzzy Wuzzy would stay asleep during the transfer from car to house, and I looked forward to a moment of peace and quiet while both girls snoozed.  But just then, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Kewpie’s head droop to her chest and then suddenly snap back up.  And what most people would call a blink, Kewpie called a nap.

Although I knew there would be no rest for the weary that afternoon, I rejoiced in the fact that I survived my first day of flying solo with my tiny tots and had officially joined the ranks of super-humans! 

FRIDAY FEBRUARY 24TH 2017

At 9am Friday morning I was experiencing pain I have never felt before in my almost 30 years here on Earth. I thought I was having a miscarriage, as I have had this problem before in my past. By 10:30am Ryan had enough of seeing me in this pain and also the amount of tears I was crying. He told me we are going to the hospital. We arrived at RVH (Royal Victorian Hospital) at approximately 11 11:30am where I informed the nurses I was possibly having a miscarriage. Then was asked "are you pregnant", Ummm obviously I think that could be a possibility. Dumbest questions ever might I add. I sat in that waiting room at this hospital for 6 hours before the nurse in the waiting room finally attempted to take my blood to check if I was pregnant. After her failed attempts I had an actual specialist who knew his job take my blood on his first attempt. I must add that after being this hospitals prime pin cushion I now look like your poster child for a junkie catalogue. But back to what happened. After 6 hours I was brought in to have an ultrasound to see what was going on with me. The ultrasound tech then told me we were going to have to do a transvaginal ultrasound with this wand like "dildo"...no joke...and after being "raped" by this wand and not being told what she was seeing or what was going on in there (because the Tech can't tell me anything until after the doctor received the results and he/she would inform me on what findings the came across), I was then sent with my AMAZING FIANCE Ryan to another waiting room in the Results Pending room where we sat for another 2 hours and a urine sample later was pulled aside by a doctor that obviously knew nothing about what he was about to tell me, tells me that I am indeed pregnant and that the baby was travelling down my fallopian tube. I was beyond happy. This time Ryan was at home grabbing me a few items I needed... I called him to tell him the good news. "Babe after 2 years of trying, we are having a BABY". Not even 15 minutes later a gynecologist came into this little room I was sitting in and let me tell you she knew her job....tells me that yes I am pregnant and that the baby is stuck inside my fallopian tube where baby has been growing these last 4-6 weeks and has caused a mass the size of a baseball in my tube and I would have to go into an emergency surgery to remove the baby and my right fallopian tube and that they think it's best to clamp my good working left fallopian tube. My chances went from being pregnant to 50% chance of ever having children down to a 0% we asked the gynecologist if it was nessessary to have my left tube clamped. We were told no I didn't have to have that one clamped they just think it might be a good idea due to the fact that this all could happen to my left tube in the future. A 1 to 100 chance of it happening. So Ryan and I were left to discuss our options. We opted for the surgery to remove baby and only my right fallopian tube and to keep my left fallopian tube so I atleast have that 50% chance for us being able to have another child in the future. It was a few hours later where I got prepped to have my emergency surgery. I awoke an hour and 15 minutes later and had a seccessful operation. I now have 3 stitch sites. 1 on each side of my tummy and stitches in my belly button. They had a camera and a Lazer where they Lazered off my tube. I'm now on 2 weeks bed rest with very minimal walking and movement and am not allowed to lift anything over 10 pounds. As I lay here in bed I'm beyond blessed to be here. I'm thankful that I got a second chance at life. I'm thankful that even if I can't have anymore children that I got to experience motherhood from my first born. My son is 9 almost 10. Also I still have that 50% chance and during this Ryan looks at me as says Babe we can always adopt. And we just found out that in Canada IVF is covered by OHIP and from the procedure I had that we might be able to have that option. So even after all the negatives and positives we got this day we both remain positive for our future. I know we are here for a reason and that God only gives us what we can handle...but I had an angel on my shoulder that day. Cuz the mass erupted 10 minutes before my surgery happened. And that if I didn't go into the hospital that Friday February 24th 2017 that I would not be here today writing this blog and would not be here to appreciate everything that we have gone through up until this moment of me writing my blog. So to whoever it is watching me from upstairs I thank you so much for allowing me to still be here. I think I know who you are...there are a few angels up there watching over me. Grandpa Les and Ryan Kennedy I know it was you guys. But I also know it must have been my fiance angels watching over the both of us. So I finish this blog with open eyes and a clearer view on life. I look at life in a different way. They say when you come close to death that you have this different look on life and for me and also for Ryan it is very true. A year ago it was My Fiance that was in the hospital fighting for his life and a year later here it is...me fighting for mine. NEVER TAKE YOUR LIFE FOR GRANTED BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOUR TIME IS UP. Love Amanda Jennings and Ryan Jennings.