#my need to know everything down to the tiny details is killing me right now

[reallyromealone]

Since requests are open I hope you mine too much it I put this in sorry, if so could i get Dazai x jessica rabbit male reader where Dazai is like his "roger rabbit" uninterested in others who flock to him for nothing but their looks and absolutely adoring towards Dazai, tall as fuck and sexy feminine that is intimidating?

Title:

Fandom: bungou stray dogs

Pairing: dazai x male reader

Type: fluff

Warnings: reader has a body type

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(Name) had his target set as he strutted through the street, anyone and everyone stopping to see such a beauty that had everything in the right places, a gaze that could melt the strongest of man into putty.

And it could, people swarming him for his attention but (name) didn't even give them a glance as he continued his mission to find his silly little husband.

"(Naaaame)~!" The handsome man waved, the crowd looking confused at the bandaged man who wandered towards (name) "took you long enough~" the crowd looked agape as the brunet took (name)s hand"excuse me--" someone tried to speak up but the cold expression (name) gave shut them up fast as he let himself be led off by Dazai.

"Whose that?" Atsushi asked Kunikida who sighed "that is (name) Dazai... His husband" the white haired man looked at the pretty man terrified but also facinated as he had Dazai in his palms like putty. It was fascinating to see someone as sophisticated and suave as (name) and dazai who kept making shitty jokes and surprisingly (name) laughed at them, his laugh warm and inviting and perfect.

"Now come Osamu..." (Name) smiled down at his husband, Atsushi now realizing how tall (name) was, a staggering 6'4" compared to dazai who was just shy of 6', he could have anyone yet he chose a suicidal man with a horrible sense of humor.

Loving him despite everything about him.

(Name) hugged and doted on dazai, the former mobster looking smug as hell when he caught gazes of (name)s envious fans.

"So how did you two meet?" Atsushi asked curiously and (name) smiled "I was a singer at a night club, we were just teens but my dad-- the club owner-- thought my voice would be great business... And that's how I met him, he was visiting with some friends..." It was actually for a drug trade but they didn't need to know that tiny detail "you sing?" Kunikida didn't even know this information and (name) smiled as he played with dazais hair "he's the best singer" dazai said smugly as his hand gently caressed (name)s side, the four going into a diner.

"Hi~ can I get your order?" The waitress asked with a flirty grin, (name)s sweet grin to Dazai morphs into a passive look, he never cared for people who flirted with him unless it was his husband "(drink) and what do you want starlight?" (Name) asked dazai who if looks could kill, both him and the waitress would have murdered each other fast.

"I'll just steal from yours~"

(Name) glanced at the waitress and with a civil smile he speaks once more and despite the coldness in his tone, the waitress swoons once more.

Dazai felt for his husband, (name) was never seen for more than his looks by many and it got frustrating, dazai won his heart in his own dazai way.

Shitty pick up lines.

"That's how he got you?" Atsushi and Kunikida were unimpressed as (name) beamed, his beauty making the other patrons swoon "he's the only one who tried to make me laugh, not get in my pants"

The dates he took him on weren't fancy romantic ones but cute dates, once at a cat cafe and another where dazai attempted to make a romantic meal, ending with take out and Dazai sleeping in (name)s shirt.

"You two are weird"

"At least we aren't single ~"

#male reader #x male reader #x reader #reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x male reader #dazai x reader #anime x male reader #anime x reader

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Epilogue

A/N: Now we can say goodbye to this series. This was such a treat to write. I’ll miss this series! Leave a comment, like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Death by domestic fluff.

Word count: Just a bit over 1k.

Typical Stark Masterlist

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“Tony, not like that!”

“You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to start trusting your husband, Y/N.” Tony sighed, watching you hunch over to redo all of his work in your garden.

“Oh yeah? Say that to my peonies you killed last week.” you huffed, brushing hair out your way before staring pointedly at him, quieting any further arguments.

It was a sunny day at the lakehouse. Your house that Tony surprised you with right after you came back from your honeymoon.

It was away from the city, still close enough to commute to the Avengers compound. Surrounded by nature and all the calm and quiet you didn’t know you needed. A throwaway detail you never realized your husband picked up on. You’d mentioned to him once how it had been a dream of yours to have a house by a lake, a big garden where you could grow your favorite flowers and vegetables.

The man never ceased to surprise you.

“Mama!”

You heard your five year old cry before her tiny but urgent footsteps caught up to you two, her brown hair billowing in the breeze as held up a glass for you.

“We made you lemonade.” she explained with a proud grin, making you smile adoringly.

“Did you now? Thank you, my love.” You’d been wanting a drink to cool down anyway, stomach grumbling a little with hunger as you stood up. The sudden movement made your head spin a little as you stumbled, reaching out to hold Tony’s arm.

“Whoa. You okay, hon?” he rubbed your back, eyes full of worry.

“Yeah. Just a head rush. I’m fine.”

You took a big gulp of the drink, feeling better already before picking up your daughter and settling her on your hip, giving her a big kiss. You settled her on your lap as you sat on a wooden bench in your garden.

“Is it good, mama?” her big brown eyes that she’d inherited from her father bore into yours as she waited for an answer, giving you her biggest grins when you told her you loved it.

“Where’s my drink, little miss?” Tony asked as he gave Morgan a little tickle, causing her to squirm and giggle in your arms.

“You made the pretty pink flowers wither and die, Dada. No lemonade for you.”

You had to stifle a laugh watching Tony pull a face at his daughter. It was a delight watching the two of them interact. In more ways than one, Morgan had taken after Tony, but more often than not, you saw glimpses of yourself in her too.

“Wither and die? Why are you growing up so fast?” Tony shook his head at the both of you in faux exasperation.

Hearing Peter call her inside, she wiggled out of your grasp and ran back inside, leaving the two of you alone. Sighing, you put your feet up on the bench, leaning back and closing your eyes, letting out a groan as Tony gave you a quick foot massage. Baby Stark number two was still a long way but you were already exhausted.

“Ugh, my feet are killing me today.”

Back in the house, you could see Peter Parker and Morgan scuttling around in the kitchen, your daughter waving at you both from the window, making you chuckle.

“Seems only yesterday we brought that tiny little bundle home huh?”

You hummed in agreement, both of you recalling the day your daughter was born. It had been the longest fourteen hours of your life.

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“I swear to God I am never having sex with you, Tony Stark.” you glared at the man who was quite frankly terrified of you in the moment, watching you pace about the hospital room, wildly uncomfortable and irritated with everything.

“Let’s not make promises we can’t keep, honey.” he did his best to calm you, rubbing your back gently as you stood gripping the back of a chair. Your contractions had been coming along steadily, each one worse than the last. The doctors had informed you hadn’t dilated the required amount yet, so there was still time for the baby to come.

This one was bad though, you felt like your stomach was being wound tight with hot iron bands, the pain came in waves, draining you of your energy. The nurse placed her hand on your belly, letting you know it was time before carrying you out to the delivery room in a wheelchair; while a panicked but excited Tony followed you right out.

“You’re doing so great, sweetheart. Keep pushing.” Tony winced in pain at your grip on his hand, kissing your sweaty, matted hair while you screamed in agony.

“I hate you, Anthony Edward Stark! You better run for your life when this baby comes out.” you gritted your teeth, tears rolling down your cheeks as you panted, resting back just for a moment before it was time to push again.

The doctors and him shared a sympathetic look, he was sure they’d heard it all and probably worse.

“I love you too, Y/N. Come on, time to meet our little girl now, yeah? Push.” he wiped your sweat away, encouraging you every step of the way, chuckling at the angry threats you threw at him.

One final push and she was out, you fell back against the chair in exhaustion, eyes closed before you felt a soft and warm tiny body placed on your chest, who was wailing angrily.

She had a mop of dark brown hair, red face contorted, tiny hands balled up in fists. The most beautiful baby girl. Your baby girl.

Wrapping her up in a little bundle, the nurses handed her to Tony, who looked down at her part in awe and part in disbelief, his eyes brimming with tears looking at his child opening her eyes that perfectly matched his for the first time.

A moment he’d never forget.

“Welcome to the world, baby Y/L/N Stark.” he whispered, bringing her over to you as more tears streamed down your face.

“We made her, Tony.” it felt like you could gaze at her forever, every little wiggle, every face twitch of hers left you awed.

“We did. I think it’s safe to say she’ll be getting her looks from her father.”

Typical Stark.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark imagine #tony stark fluff #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony stark fic #typical stark #tony stark #marvel fanfiction #the stark squad #mostly marvel musings

[redux-iterum]

if you dont mind me asking, how do you plan what to write? im trying to do my own rewrite but i'm struggling a bit

So I’ll cover how I do a rewrite specifically, since that’s a little different from original works like a webcomic or a book. What I use personally is the “Snowflake Method” – start big, go small.

Start by figuring out what you want to do with your rewrite. Are you trying to make the story better? Is it an AU with one major change that alters the course of history? Are you just adding mythology? What’s your goal here? Rewrites should have a point that will help define how your story shakes out. For the purposes of this ask, we’re going to assume it’s just a major-change AU.

Once you have the purpose, you can start planning. The first important thing is to get a general, overall idea of how the story will go – something basic like “Firepaw joins ShadowClan right when Brokenstar comes into power, and he ends up leading a rebellion and defeating Brokenstar and his lackeys”.

You may have ideas at this point for small scenes and snippets of dialog (God knows I always do), so write all the little things you want to have happen down in no specific order, just as they occur to you. Save those for later.

With your general idea, start breaking it up into somewhat smaller story beats. “So Firepaw joins ShadowClan, then he’s taught how to fight, and he struggles because the fighting is so violent and cruel and he’s so young. Then he sees how Brokenstar leads and doesn’t like it, and he talks to his Clanmates and discovers they don’t like it either.” And so on, until you get to your ending. Remember, you don’t need to get too detailed right now; you’re just cutting the pie into smaller pieces over time. Those slices can get smaller as you go on.

If you have those small scenes and ideas laying around, start going over the generally-planned stuff and seeing where you can add in those things. Some of them, you’ll have to get rid of, because they don’t work or make sense, or they’re not fitting to the tone of the story. That’s totally fine. Killing darlings is part of the process. Those you can keep will help connect things together.

Continue getting more and more specific as far as you need to. “Firepaw fails his first fighting lesson, then he goes home in shame, then he’s talked to by Nightpelt who is sympathetic to his shame and admits he doesn’t like Brokenstar’s leading methods, which causes a small idea of changing things to bloom in Firepaw’s head”, etc. If you’re a thorough architect like me, you need as many details as you can get, but some people are good to stop at this point, or even before it, with vague notions they can write down and improvise in.

If you feel it would help, at this point you can write a detailed synopsis for the entire story – I do it chapter-by-chapter, listing everything that happens in each chapter so that I have bite-sized summaries that are easy to look through and change things in. Some people just need a general idea and they’re good to go, and that’s fine.

The one thing I want to emphasize is to keep in mind that you're doing a rewrite, and so you should ideally have something that makes your version stand out from canon. Things are a little easier because you have bedrock to work with that you can alter or discard as you like, but you still have to alter if you want your rewrite to not just be "canon but one tiny thing is different".

I hope this helps! Apologies if it's a little scattered, I'm very tired and distracted today.

#ask #bearoftheages #i speak #writing

[karistiltskin]

i don’t care that the lakes is only now getting its recognition i just care that it’s about MERLIN and ARTHUR.

little teeny tiny analysis incoming:

“Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me

I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones

These hunters with cell phones”

First of all, this is set in Merlin’s POV. The first line talks about Merlin becoming a myth and how he’s praised as the most powerful wizard alive. He is a staple as the start of “magic” and “wizardry” after his legacy is passed on. The use of the term “romantic” seems sarcastic as if he’s saying “isn’t it romantic that after my kind was hunted down and killed for believing to be evil, now I’m the optimum of good? Shouldn’t i be over the moon from this appreciation?”

Moving on to the second and third verse, “cynical clones” and “hunters with cell phones” refers to modern time. These people have twisted Merlin’s story, didn’t get it right, missed out on details, and changed him. Because his history is not correct he feels uncomfortable but is also placed in a position where he cannot clarify or speak out on it because he’s supposed to be, well, dead. People are using his story for fame and no one is receiving the truth. It’s just been turned into a myth to be broken apart, analyzed, and criticized.

“Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

I’m setting off, but not without my muse”

(only doing the chorus once)

if the first line doesn’t speak for itself I don’t know what does. Merlin is a poet!! He is. A quick google search for the definition of poet reads: “a person possessing special powers of imagination or expression.” hello??? We all knew he was good with words whether it came from enchantments, comforting words to his friends, his followers, or when speaking about himself. “special powers”—he is magic. “imagination”—he creates, he is creation.

He is the original poet who went to the lakes, not necessarily to die, but the other half of his soul was taken from him there.

Now, Merlin of course believes Arthur was not meant to die. He doesn’t belong there. He belongs at Merlin’s side. The lakes = Avalon and Merlin did not ever want to go there in the situation that Arthur may die. The both of them weren’t meant to wait for their purpose to begin again at Avalon when “Camelot needed Arthur most.” They were supposed to stay together in the time of a human life span and their story was supposed to continue.

“Windermere peaks.” I’m not gonna dive too much into this so here’s one word: England

The last line is that Merlin could not have stayed at the lake forever. I mean he could’ve but, I don’t think he would. So he lives his life in the most physical sense he can. He does go to visit Avalon tho and his life, his soul, doesn’t restart until Arthur’s does. He carries Arthur with him everywhere at all times, and he doesn’t forget that as he leaves Avalon and he never forgets the reason why as he also goes BACK to Avalon. Also, Arthur being Merlin’s muse>>> I mean, the whole “my magic. i use it for you. it was supposed to be yours.” EVERYTHING Merlin did was for Arthur.

“What should be burrowed under my skin

In heart-stopping waves of hurt

I’ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

Tell me what are my words worth”

The first two lines refer to his early life in Camelot. Moving there, making friends, growing in his magic, Arthur, trust, betrayal, his lessons. He thinks because so much time has passed (he’s immortal) he should at least be over it or it should stop hurting but it doesn’t. It stays with him. It’s a part of him and who he is.

Now for the next two lines. Although the past will linger in him, he does grow and become wiser over the years. He has so many experiences and has lived through so many lifetimes and is still finding the strength to continue. But he’s had to watch people get his life absolutely wrong, the narratives of his friends and enemies, his character, etc. I like to think Merlin dropped some real pieces of evidence of the truth in a manuscript or a symbol or anything but the ones who found it, abused it. Instead of appreciating art and life they looked for the income and how to profit off it.

“I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

‘Cause I haven’t moved in years

And I want you right here”

Merlin finds memories in the hurt. He finds comfort in it. He wants to stay in the past because as much as it pains him, it was a time where he was the most happy.

Wisteria = a plant that can live for centuries (symbolism: resilience and longevity)

“help i’m still at the restaurant.” is Merlin. He has not moved on at all, that poor soul. He wants Arthur forever but also ALIVE and physically, mentally, emotionally with him.

“A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

With no one around to tweet it

While I bathe in cliffside pools

With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief”

Merlin has a shield around him. Actually, plural, shields. His pain, anger, and hurt made him become this shell. But the red rose, his love, it’s still there. Always there. His love for Arthur and his narrative is still ongoing and no one knows. It’s his to keep.

His “calamitous love” and insurmountable grief” although sounds horrid are both stemmed from the purest thing he has. His love. It’s so passionate because he feels and cares so much. So his love is used as a metaphor with cliffside pools and the water in it because it (his love) overflows and spills over (i think? do cliffside pools do that?)

OKAY I’M DONE. mostly cause im tired, it’s 3:26 am, and im fried. the keyboard has been smashed quite enough and this makes one lengthy tumblr post (i can write more). i don’t even know if most of it makes sense i just wanted to get it out there.

also don’t take this too literally of course there are a million interpretations to this song, i associate it far more than just an immortal warlock and a dead king, as well as my opinions. I just wanted to share a little bit of where my mind was going. just a little.

props to you if you read this, thank you, and thank you bbc merlin

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[medusapelagia]

05 AU-gust: Pet Sitter

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none WC: 1272

“You are not listening to me! Vicky said that she is coming to Europe with me! Can’t you see how big is this? Vicky and I, traveled around France, Italy, and Spain, visiting the most romantic town ever. I can already see it: a little cafè in Paris, she orders a salad, I don’t order anything because I’m too nervous, then I drop to my knees and ask her to marry me!” Steve smiles at Robin, she has met Vicky the last semester and she is still convinced that she is the one and that they are going to get married and live happily ever after. He loves Robin, he really does, but she is too naive sometimes, so, as her platonic soulmate, his job is trying to keep her with her feet on the ground. “That’s great babe, but can I remind you that we are not even sure if she likes boobies or not?” “She does. She must! I mean! We are always together!” Steve sighs, Robin and him are always together too but that doesn’t mean that there is any physical attraction between the two of them. “So. Now that it’s clear that we are going to get married soon and that you are going to be my best man… I need a little favor.” “What kind of favor?”

“You know that Vickie works to pay for college right?” “Mmmh…” “It’s nothing too complex. She is a pet sitter, and she already told all his clients that she will not be available for a couple of weeks in August but…” “But?” “She has a client that pays really well and that doesn’t want to look for another pet sitter, so he told her that he will keep her as a pet sitter if she finds a replacement for those two weeks and I happen to know that you are not leaving for holidays this year, so I thought that maybe if it’s not too much to ask for, you could replace her for a couple of weeks.” “I have never done the pet sitter!” he tries to protest. “Well, it’s not hard. I mean, you take out the dog for a couple of hours, give him food and water, and then you go back home. Sounds pretty easy, right?” Steve doesn’t want to remind her that his only experience with pets was when he tried to convince Dsutin’s cat, Mew, to get down the stupid tree and he almost killed himself when he fell. And the cat got down on his own. She seems so fucking happy. How can I deny something to her? “Ok. But just one client!” “You are my savior Steve!”

How hard can it be doing a pet sitter job? Hard. Because Robin didn’t tell him a tiny tiny detail. This man has a dog, a huge, enormous dog that jumped at him as soon as he got into the apartment, a couple of Siamese cats (and he has seen Lily and the Trumps and he knows they are trouble!), and three fucking snakes. And they eat frozen prey. Like mice. And rats. And other things he doesn’t really want to know. Steve takes a deep breath, starting with the easy stuff: refill water for all the animals. The dog is called Ozzy, the two cats are Heatfield and Axl, judging from the name on their bowls, and he has no fucking idea what the snakes' names are but they are three fucking snakes in three different terrains. He gets closer, trying to see the snakes but they seem to be hiding. so he pours some water into their basins and takes the dog out for a walk. During the whole walk, he thinks about calling Robin and saying that he can’t do it, he is very sorry but he can’t. But then he thinks about how happy she is and he decides to help her. It’s only for a week. Then the crazy man who owns all those pets will be back and everything will be ok.

Three days into the job and the dog has almost broken his arm dragging him around the park, one of the snakes bit his hand (he shouldn’t have fed him mice with bare hands but nobody told him!) and he is searching for the cats. He is sure that they are up to some mischief. And he is proven right when he hears the sound of something like glass shattering to the ground. Cleaning the house is not one of his duties, but he will not let the pets with glass all over the house, so he follows the sound that he has heard and finds himself in a studio. The cats have knocked over an ashtray, and while he cleans up the mess he starts to notice the awards behind the desk. Platinum records, Gold records, Grammy awards. Who the hell is the owner of these pets? He gets closer, trying to read the name on the plates, but a voice makes him jump. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my studio?!” He grips the glass and lets out a little whimper, while the blood starts spilling. “You are the worst thief have ever seen!” the man comments, getting closer to him and examining the wound “You have some glass in the wound. I’ll get some tweezers.” “I’m not a thief! I’m a pet sitter.” “Nope. I know who my pet sitter is: a lovely girl named Vickie and you are not her.” “She is on holiday with my friend and they asked me to replace her for a few days. Ouch.” The man who is taking out the glass from his hand can’t be much older than him. Steve looks at the awards “They are all yours?” “No. I robbed them.” Steve turns so abruptly toward him that his neck cracks. “Of course they are mine. I’m quite famous, you know?” “I’m sorry but I have no idea who you are, only that I have to be sure that Ozzy gets his walk and everyone is fed and has enough water.” “So you didn’t do any research? You weren’t curious about whose house was this?” Steve shakes his head “I only got into your studios because the cats broke your ashtray. I’m sorry.” The man smiles “I should have quit years ago. This is as good a time as any.” he cleans his cut, puts a bandage on, and then says “Eddie Munson, singer and guitarist. At your service.” “Steve Harrington, librarian and temporary pet sitter.” They don’t shake hands because Steve is hurt. “Librarian, uh?” “Yeah. I’m actually on holiday but, as I told you, my friend asked me and… weren’t you supposed to be back on Monday?” “Yes I was, but the last concert was canceled and I missed my little troublemakers. Don’t worry. I’ll pay you for the entire week.” “You don’t have to…” “I insist. And you know what? I’m fucking starving! What do you think if I make sure that you are fed and have enough water?” “Sorry?” “I’d like to take you out. Any preference? Thai? Italian? Mexican?” “Oh. Everything is fine, and you don’t have to…” “What if I want to? I’d love to have a little chat with a pretty boy like you. Who knows what other secrets you are hiding?” “Oh, I don’t have any secrets…” he answers meekly. “Let me judge that.”

Years later, when Steve is being interviewed, he remembers the strange chain of events that led him to meet his husband. Everything started with a journey in Europe, some pets, and a very cool guitarist.

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[inkedreverie]

Love me, I’m lost

pairing: peter ballard x innocent!reader

warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst then fluff. soft!peter ballard, peter has daddy/abandonment issues, talks of near death experience & cpr. reader is of age.

A/n: another repost from my old blog. Trying to get everything uploaded on here while I work on wips. I have a sequel to this in the works that will hopefully be released soon. Reblog/comments & any kind of feedback is encouraged and appreciated!

He’s in denial at first. Peter never thought he was capable of loving someone. Never had the chance to before Y/N entered his life. She pulled at his heart strings sometime along the way. The two have grown really close. When he started mentoring her, he quickly realized Y/N and him were very similar. The other teens have been bullying her. They don’t like how strong and powerful Y/N is.

Dr. Brenner’s grown suspicious of them. Y/N and Peter have been sneaking around. It's become more frequent ever since that day he dragged her into the Janitor's closet and kissed her. Still makes her cheeks heat up when the memory invades her mind—She’s walking down the hallway, headed towards her room. Papa had pushed her really hard and she was tired. Next thing she knows she’s being pulled in by her waist, back hitting the hard edge of the shelves.

Before she can react, she’s greeted with cerulean eyes and him saying, “There you are.” He’s now gripping her chin and leaning down, soft lips capturing her own. She’s never been kissed before, and when he pulls away her head is spinning, butterflies still churning in her stomach. “Y/N, I can’t hide my feelings from you anymore,” he finally says. “I know it’s risky but…” Y/N gives him a soft smile and Peter can feel a weight being lifted off his shoulders when she finally responds. “Shh. I feel the same way”, she mumbles, scared to say the words any louder. Afraid someone in the hallway passing by will overhear them.

After that, it turned into a routine. Every evening she’d meet Peter in the closet. The rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins never gets old. Y/N’s appearance in the rainbow room lessened and Peter snuck into her room almost every night, sometimes he even gave into the temptation and stayed till dawn. Arms wrapped around her lower stomach, back against his chest. His breath tickling the back of her neck as Y/N falls asleep. Peter knows he shouldn’t, that there’s a chance he’ll get caught by Dr. Brenner and get a beating. But, at this point he doesn’t care. He’d do anything for her.

—

Peter remembers the night they both escaped but it’s like a dream, in a sense. Multiple images scattered and misplaced. His mind has blocked some parts of it out, protecting him. He’s already had so much trauma as it is. Peter’s thankful he doesn’t remember all the details. He doesn’t remember Y/N almost dying, or how he carried her out in his arms, blood dripping out of her nostrils, barely breathing.

She’d over exerted herself, and even though Peter did most of the dirty work, killing the other orderlies, along with Brenner’s men. The last person waiting for them was Dr. Brennar himself, blocking the last exit. Peter stops, hands clenched into fists. He had no problem killing the rest of the staff or anyone else who got in the way, but when he sees Dr. Brennar before him, he freezes. He can’t quite understand why. He’s dreamt of this moment. Before he can muster up any courage, Y/N steps forward and it takes everything in her to lift Martin off the ground, sending him flying through the cement wall to the right of them. The last thing he remembers is giving her CPR and desperately pleading, “Y/N, don’t do this to me. Not now. We’re free. Wake up, please. Y/N, please wake up!”

When he wakes and sees her beside him, he can’t help but smile, burying those painful memories to the depths of his mind. And that dreadful night at Hawkin’s Lab is a mere memory, for now. He feels like he needs to pinch himself to make sure this is real. That every day the sun rises he gets to wake up with her in his arms. Wrinkled, tangled sheets wrapped around both of their waists.

He hates to wake her up, Peter loves watching Y/N sleep, he’d spend all morning watching her if he could, and most days he does. Peacefully watching her chest rising and falling, the stream of sunlight shining through the window, making her skin aglow. Finally, Peter presses his lips against her bare shoulder. “Baby, it’s time to wake up.” At first he’s not sure she’s heard him. And he hates the thought of having to raise his voice again. He really does hate to do this. She’s so peaceful and he loves the warmth radiating off of her. Skin touching skin.

But then Y/N turns on her side, face burrowing into the crook of his neck. Groaning, she slips her arm around his waist. “Just a few more minutes, please?” she mumbles and Peter grins in response. “Let’s just stay like this a little longer.”

Normally, he’d happily sigh and say ‘yes’. It’s not easy for him to say no to her. Peter’s still adjusting to this life the two of them have now. Not having to be afraid of doing the wrong things, having to hide their feelings in public or having to face Dr. Brenner’s wrath. A year has passed and he’s not used to this amount of unlimited freedom at his fingertips.

He places his hand on the back of her head, fingers raking through her hair softly. “I wish we could.”

“Please, just one more minute,” Y/N pleads. She lifts her head, hand slipping around to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His forehead touches her own. His lips curl up into a faint smile, palm cupping her face.

His eyes dart from hers down to her mouth, the pad of his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to leave this bed,” Y/N’s fingers sink into his hair. “I don’t see how that’s a problem.” He chuckles in response, softly pecks her forehead before he gets up, disappearing into the bathroom.

—

It’s late at night when he feels the panic set in. Y/N has to work a late shift again, which makes it that much harder for her to unlock the front door, fingers fumbling with her keys. The lock clicks, when she opens the door she’s met with her boyfriend glaring at her. Before she can even set the keys on the table, he’s in front of her, hands pressed on each side of the door.

“Where were you?!” he growls, eyes narrowing with such intensity, Y/N’s almost afraid to respond. He’s looking at her like she just betrayed him. And in his mind, she has.

It’s not often that she sees this side of him. Since the two of them have been together, it’s a rarity that he lets the anger and darkness seep through.

Y/N exhales, forcing a nervous smile. “I was at work. I had to work late, remember?” It takes him a moment to process. He still struggles with his demons and it doesn’t help that whenever she leaves, he’s alone with his thoughts most of the time.

Everyone has either abused or abandoned him, so it makes sense that she would too. Right? He keeps waiting for this to end. To him, it’s best if he expects the worst. Knows that this relationship with her is probably fleeting. He’ll hurt her or vice versa because that’s all he’s ever known and the world has beaten him down so many times.

After a few minutes pass, his face softens, head dipping down in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I was worried that you’d—” Peter pauses for a moment before turning around. He slumps down on the sofa, hands covering his face.

“That I’d what? That I’d leave you?” Y/N places her keys down on the end table. When he doesn’t move, she walks over, sitting next to him. “Peter, I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

“Hey,” she whispers, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.” When he finally looks up, his cheeks are red, eyes watery. He’s never been this vulnerable, never cried in front of anyone until now.

“I’m not ready… I don’t want to lose you,”

“Peter, you’re not going to.” Y/N whispers softly, placing a hand to his cheek, the pad of her thumb wiping away a single tear. “I don’t care how many times I have to tell you,” y/n offers him a faint smile, “I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

He sniffles, his hands grip hers, pressing a chaste kiss on the inside of her palm. “I don’t deserve you.” he whispers, gazing up through dark lashes. Pulling her hand away from his mouth, he intertwined his fingers with her own. “I love you too.”

“You don’t have to say it back.”

Peter furrows his brows. “No, I mean it. I’ve known for a while now.”

Her eyes gleamed, lips curled up into a small smile. He’s never said it out loud before and she’s never held that against him. Knows that he needed time and frankly, Peter’s love language is physical touch so she never minded having to wait. Y/N’s been very patient with him but she’s also been dreaming of this moment. For him to finally say it back, it feels surreal to her.

“You mean the world to me, Y/N. And I know I don’t voice my feelings nearly enough…”

Shh,” she coos and before he can utter another word, her lips are on his, warm and soft. “You never have to explain yourself to me, Peter.” Y/N whispered, gazing at him with kind eyes. Peter leans down, and when he rests his head on her shoulder, all of his demons fall silent.

“I definitely don’t deserve you,” he mumbles.

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Anonymous asked:

Ok so this is less of a request and more of a thought to consider. It bothers me that Danse doesn’t really comment on vertibirds going down/crashing/finding dead brotherhood in the commonwealth. It also bothers me that Hancock doesn’t really say much during the synth quest in Diamond City. Idk I feel like there’s a lot of potential dialogue that’s missing. Like Preston commenting on a settlement that’s been “improved” (hit all requirements for water, food and defense) should also be a thing.

do you have any ideas for potential dialogue that’s missing from the game? Again, not a request so don’t feel like you need to write anything, but just a good for thought.

Titan quest part 3! (Part 1 - 2 )

So, I'll end this post quickly in order to get back to taking care of others ask who are waiting

I hope you are not disappointed; sadly, I had very few ideas…

Perhaps playing Fallout again will bring some to me I'll take note of it and possibly write another post on it later.

So, for the time being, The Conclusion

Cait - Curie - Deacon - Piper - Preston - Strong - X6-88

Cait : "Hey Cait, let’s take a nice walk to Nuka-World, where I’ll be the Overboss and I’ll beat strangers in an arena, enslave people..." You know?

"Stop immediately!"

“Cait?”

“Ya filthy traitor!”

“Cait?!”

“How dare ya?”

"Could you please calm down and explain why you are so angry?"

“Raiders! You've risen to the position of raider Overboss!"

"Let me relate you that funny story—

“No! I'm not interested! What are you thinking? You enslaved them!"

"They were evil people..."

"So you're now deciding who gets to live freely or not?"

"It wasn't that; it was strictly for business..."

"I told you everything, everything, everything. The fact that I was sold as a slave and that my life was a living horror. You seemed like a kind person to me. And now I see you putting those awful necklaces around other people necks like they're cattle! Would you have put the necklace around my neck in the past, in those days, claiming that I'm a wicked person, that I don't have the right to my freedom?"

"...It isn't the same."

"Would you really know the difference between a lost and violent drug addict fighting in a ring for raiders?"

Sole finds nothing to reply this time, frozen on the spot and unable to add a word.

"You couldn't have done it. Right now, you can't see someone you're putting a necklace on. I'm not going to kill you in the name of what we shared, because you helped me. But I'm leaving now, and I hope to never cross your way again. Because if I see your filthy, hypocrite face again, I'm going to blow it open, catcha?"

Sole looks, a weight of lead in the heart, as the one they had learned to consider a friend walk away. They realize how wrong they were, but they feel it's too late.

Curie (romanced): Okay, seriously, here I am, doing what many others have had to do, in some ways. It’s a one-in-a-hundred chance, but still, after going all the way around the bazaar, Curie is offered a place in a hospital (clinic?). Okay, some people must have decided to retain her as a companion, but she's not the most interesting element. Probably more appealing than very practical. It’s a command; Curie is assigned to a medical counter, and that’s it! But I'd like to picture a tiny scenario based on my fanfiction, even if I didn't touch on Curie's entrance in "her" hospital at this moment (precisely).

"Here, Curie, I'm not sure if I can help you much further in your quest to discover and study the world, but I think we could kill two birds with one stone if you stayed as chief physician at this new hospital in Sanctuary; your medical knowledge will be useful to both locals and transients. It's a settlement that is quickly gaining traction in the Commonwealth. You should encounter enough individuals and situations to further your education and insights."

The synth stands with her hands clasped against her chest, her gaze gleaming, turning her head from one side to the other, detailing the thick glass structure that was erected at the settlement's gates.

"Sole! That’s! That is incredible! That is stunning! That's incredible!"

"We made an effort to make the place look pleasant. I tried to make it as bright as possible so that you don't feel imprisoned up again like in this vault, as I had considered for some time to attribute it to you."

Curie's voice chokes in her throat as she barely holds back a sob.

"I'm not sure what's going on with me. It’s… It's like when you began slipping into my thoughts repeatedly, but I vibrate; it's as if tickles were flowing through my entire body. Everything seems to be pulsating. What is going on with me?"

"I believe it's excitement. A high amount of elation. You are overjoyed."

Curie's expression darkens, and she shakes her head and frowns.

"I see. Happiness. I thought I'd found it with you."

"You've found happiness in your relationship, but you're more than that. You have your own set of objectives and desires. A complete human cannot exist exclusively on the happiness and aspirations of another. He requires his own accomplishments."

"My... achievement is becoming a doctor for the new Sanctuary Hospital."

"It appears, based on how lit up you are."

Curie's brows raise in surprise, and her mouth makes an o.

"Did I light up? Is that a human ability? I was completely unaware!"

"It's a way of speaking" that Sole enjoys. "I mean, it seems obvious that you're happy."

"Oh, I see. Yes, I'm overjoyed right now."

Deacon : There are several. So many opportunities were squandered. As much in his interacts with other companions as everywhere else in the game. But I'd like to use a glitch because it's really noticeable (and funny).

"Deacon!"

"What?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"What?"

"You're... you're NUDE!"

The spy glances down at his attire and sees he has no one.

"Oh, you mean that? How do you feel about the suit? It's for me to dress up like Adam!"

"It isn't a disguise! It's nakedness!"

"You don't read the Bible. It's a disguise, truer than life; it's the most obnoxious disguise I could find to wear that day when I was dealing with a swarm of hot Amazons on a deserted island east of Boston."

"There have never been any Amazons on a desert island east of Boston."

"They were stunning! But here they were, killing all the people who dared to wear garments in front of their eyes, a religious thing, I reckon."

"You talk away from being naked."

"So they had this tall woman leading them. She was so huge that she was able to peer at the super-mutant from above. I've personally saw her spanking a super mutant on her lap.

"This is getting out of hand."

"Super-mutants were tolerated in this woman's society because they often just wore loincloths. Outfits truly irritated them."

"You.are.still.nude."

"I don't remember why; I think it has something to do with the fact that we come into the world without clothing, so we don't have to wear clothes so as not to offend the life that created us like this."

"Get yourself dressed!"

"It will be your fault if we get harassed by the Amazons of the desert island of East Boston."

Piper : The scoop of the century! The second. Sole infiltrated the Institute and came back. Piper CANNOT ignore that Sole is in contact with the DIRECTOR of the INSTITUTE.

"Sole, can we talk?"

"My personal favorite reporter!"

Sole comes to a halt in the alley leading to Home Plate, their gaze settled on Piper.

"What exactly do you want to talk about?"

"The Institute."

At the very least, she's not going in circles. Sole becomes uneasy as they anticipate what will follow.

"Okay, so what's going on?"

"You have to get me an interview with the director—

"Shaun, my son..."

"The director of the most heinous and secretive organisation ever to be born in the Commonwealth! Blue! I must have this interview!"

Sole looks around for a loophole but can't find one.

"Piper, I wish I could give you what you're asking for; you've been so nice and helpful to me. But I'm afraid I can't. Only I have access to the Institute. I'm not sure what they'd do if I helped you infiltrate them. And since you want to interview the director, it won't go ignored."

"Please ask him to give me this interview! According to what you said, he claims to be acting for the sake of humanity and its future. He'll want to spread the word about his vision, won't he?"

With her looks, the reporter backs Sole up, daring them to contradict her. Sole lets out a long sigh.

"All right, I'll ask him the next time I see him. But I can't promise you anythi—

Piper, overcome with excitement, jumps around her friend's neck.

"MANY THANKS! This is going to be the interview of the century! Of the millennium! Exclusive: The Great Boogeyman justifies himself!"

Sole would like to object and tell Piper that it is not done, but they would rather walk away while Piper is lost in her own vision of the future, gazing bright and bursting with excitement.

Preston : This situation can only arise if Sole is General of the Minutemen AND Brotherhoods of Steel.

"Sole! We need to talk! Now!"

"Preston? "You appear... upset."

The man is normally as composed as an Olympian. He recognises his state of mind and takes a deep breath to recover control of his nerves.

"I'm sorry, General. I... I lost it for a moment. But we need to discuss; it's critical."

Sole tries not to think about the lengthy journey they've taken or the bed that awaits them in a remote area of their home. They keep their anguish hidden and devote their entire attention to the man who truly gave birth to them when they landed in the Commonwealth.

"What exactly is it?"

"The Brotherhoods..."

Sole can't stop rolling their eyes. That was something they was expecting. Everyone around them is hesitant to pledge allegiance to the military organisation on many reasons.

"What, the Brotherhoods?" they inquire a little too bluntly.

"You have allied with the Brotherhoods of Steel!"

Sole closes their eyes and blows hard. They didn't have much patience today, and this kind of debate may sap what little they had left.

"Come on, Preston. Get to the point. I just busted a Super-Mutant camp, I'm filthy, exhausted, and I don't know if there's a muscle in my body that doesn't ache."

"The Brotherhoods appeared in the Commonwealth as if they owned everything; they drove the roads—

"And protect the civilians..."

"And grab any and all technologies they can find!"

The vault dweller cannot help but be astonished this time. They had no idea that, of all the things that could be put against the BoS, Preston would bring this up.

"Uh, what are you getting at?"

"Look, I haven't done much travelling outside of the Commonwealth, but I've met a lot of people who have. In comparison to other societies on the continent, the Commonwealth has effectively remained in the Stone Age. When major cities have risen from the ashes on the west coast, we are still attempting to establish viable settlements. While huge corporations have established themselves elsewhere, our caravan system is primary and inadequate. We have almost no high-profile clinics, let alone hospitals, yet huge health centers may be found in other places. We erect pumps with duct tape and rusted pipes while in the Capital they have cleaned water reservoirs! But, slowly and steadily, we are constructing something. Thanks especially to you, Sole. Every day, every week, we the opportunity to build new communities that are safer and more equipped than ever before. But, in the long term, the Brotherhoods will have crushed our best opportunity of making a real change if they continue to seize all of the technology that rightfully belong to Bostonians! They deploy their advances to take ours as we struggle to shake ourselves up and stand up! They are mortgaging future breakthroughs for future generations even before we are aware of the possibility! This is intolerable!"

Sole doesn't know what to say about it. To claim they hadn't considered it is a far cry from describing where they are. While they had always considered the Brotherhoods' efforts as a helpful means to safeguard the people from anything that could jeopardize their future, they now realize that their fixation with collecting the technologies of the past had the opposite effect on the future. And they are acutely aware that there is little to prevent this looting in its purest form.

Strong : We've been with Strong for a long time; he's a powerful and unique companion, but his personal mission never progresses. Okay, we know the Milk of Human Kindness doesn't exist, but it has been misleading this unfortunate Super-Mutant who blindly follows us from the start. At some time, far beyond all occurrences, after a few months of following all of Sole's whims and following them everywhere, Strong may probably come to realize that things are not moving forward. As a result, he should confront Sole.

"Human! Stop!"

"What's going on, my great friend?"

"Puny human thinks Strong stupid. Strong follow human, respect human, help human. But Human lies to Strong."

Soole wide-eyed in surprise. They finally comes to a halt and turns to face their merry green giant companion.

"I believe we have a major problem. You must explain, because I have no idea when I lied to you."

"Human Kindness Milk. Humans do not seek. Human not wanting to help Strong."

Oh shit, Sole thinks. Indeed, they had never ventured to explain to Strong the struggle this pursuit was, hoping that it would die out on its own.

X6-88 : A Courser’s mission is to bring the escaped synths back to the Institute

"Nick," Sole greats the detective as they return to Diamond City.

"Sole," he reply to his great pal.

X6 examines the Synthetic before turning to Sole.

"Ma'am/Sir, we need to stop and extract this element."

Nick and Sole exchange glances. Nick wishes to object, but Sole raises their hand.

"X6, you can't...stop Nick and...extract him out."

"It is imperative to adhere to the Institute's course of action and report on any stray elements. This element is obviously a fugitive, and we have an obligation to return it to the Institute immediately."

"No, you can't do that."

"This version may be outdated and deficient—

"You know what the outdated and deficient version says!" 

—but we owe it to the institute to report it as soon as possible."

Sole sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of their nose, feeling a migraine surge to their brain.

"Look, X6, we're not at the Institute, and we haven't gotten any specific orders about this element. Furthermore, as you indicated, it's out of date—

"You know what he tells you about the past date!"

—and won't be relevant to the Institute's needs."

"Orders are orders."

"You must also follow my commands. It is not possible to bring this old version back to the Institute!"

Nick adds, growling in his beard, "You know what the old version tells you."

X6 pauses, clearly caught up in a conflict of interest. He must obey Sole, but he must also obey the Institute's directions. He has no idea how to react to the circumstance. He is unsure of what he should do. His brain strives to process all the data, facts, directions, and laws behind his marble face and fixed gaze covered by his sunglasses.

Nick and Sole, realizing the Courser has been frozen in place, decide to let him consider what has just been said. Meanwhile, they're on the hunt for holotapes.

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all of ur wips look so cool!! I’d love to hear more about dead fanta, dustin

ahh thank you!! i hope they are lol

here’s the opening for dfd:

Mike’s campaign was meant to honor the friends they lost in the war. 

Not that they died in Mike’s story, of course—nothing to stir up bad memories while playing through a cathartic campaign—but it was meant to symbolize, in summary, that even though they were growing up now, they were still the Party members they had been before it all started. The plot was woven around memories and details they had gotten together and shared, over smiling and tears, a few months ago at the birth of the idea. There were lots of cats, to honor Mews, a hero who lived to honor the agent who protected them in California…vulnerable things, while being solid and untouchable in the realm of fantasy. 

And not a single person was allowed to mention Vecna. 

Logically, it should be a very good game. Logistically, even. It was going to go great. So why was Will hovering at the top of his basement stairs the night before it started, looking smaller than he had been in years, almost sick with nerves? 

They had just talked to each other over walkies that morning. Nothing too serious could have happened, right? 

Nothing…bad? 

And so Mike watched Will with a lump in his throat, as Will descended the steps with Mike’s heart in his hands. 

He swore that if they were about to need to kill Henry again, then…then he didn’t want to be a part of it. That pathetic bastard had taken enough from them all as it was. 

Mike held his breath and studied Will as he finally reached the bottom of the stairs. He looked a little calmer now, which was good—but still freaked out, which was not. 

“Hi,” Mike greeted, but it came out too quiet. He cleared his throat, and his friend’s wide eyes darted up to his. 

He winced. Whoops. 

Will gave a soft smile back, only kind of strained. “Mike,” he returned, voice gentle and assured, and…well, Mike could address the way it made his stomach flutter later. 

He set down the notebook he had been using to scribble last-minute details about the campaign. “Is everything okay?” he asked, and then kicked himself. “Not that—not that you’re not always welcome here. In my house. Or—with me, or.” 

“Mike,” Will huffed happily, the corners of his lips quirking up into a tiny smile. “Everything’s fine. But, um. Thanks, I guess.” 

…Success. 

Mike thought his smile back was maybe kind of dopey, but he was fine with that. Will deserved to know that people cared about him. 

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AND because i like this one, some from the first scene with Dustin’s pov:

Yeah, yeah. Dustin had been home alone bllions of times before. 

From when he was little and his dad died, to recent years, like Dart or the robots after camp, he was used to filling odd silence and stretchy quiets. It had become a part of his home, by now, when Mom was at work. You could even say he liked it, sometimes. It gave him space to move around. 

But despite all the years he had gotten used to staying home alone, there were some things he never got used to. Branches scraping the window. People talking outside, the cat’s random screeches, his friends showing up at weird hours to bug him. 

But…those footsteps crunching his grass right now were not from anyone in the Party. Will and El never made a sound when they walked, Lucas and Steve were more of a saunter, and Mike and Max were quick and purposeful. 

Damn it, Dustin knew his friends. And right now, he also knew he was in danger. 

He couldn’t risk looking out the window. Or going back to his room, because he had left the blinds open in the kitchen. 

And it was almost midnight. How, and why were there strangers at his house, at almost midnight, on the one night his mom happened to be in the hospital? She’d sprained her foot and been forced to stay one night. She couldn’t help it. And as far as she knew, Dustin was staying at Steve's tonight—dammit, he should’ve just gone through with it. 

It couldn’t have been that humiliating, for long.

Definitely not more than getting murdered over the one twelve-hour stretch he was supposed to be taking care of himself. 

Dustin sighed, muffling the breath with a palm.

What the actual, ever-loving—?

A quiet clatter from his room. 

Oh. 

Oh, shit. 

The cat. He forgot the cat was out, sleeping on his bed. No one left their cat out unsupervised when they were going to sleep, or at least not where they wouldn’t be able to reach them quickly and fix any problems made in the middle of the night. 

But there was a really big problem with going to his room right now: he’d have to pass through the kitchen. 

Where the window was open. And the dangerous strangers could see right in. What would they even do to a seventeen-year-old kid home alone overnight? How would they do it? Would he be taken to a lab, same as El, except without the potential of superpowers to keep him alive? Passed off as dead, like Will? Brutally psychically targeted—like Max? 

Just as he’d thought all that shit was over… 

A quiet click behind him, and a walkie-talkie stirring to life crackled through the closed window. Better quality than the Party’s, so. Someone official. 

His heart was pounding. He wasn’t ready to die. His friends were all still here and he was supposed to get married to Suzie eventually, and his mom— 

“…target,” the walkie-talkie said. 

He was trying so hard not to panic. 

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so, hope you like it!! <33 the first chapter of this one pretty much just needs to be edited all together i think (and i owe the huuugest thanks to @wheelersboy for helping with beta-ing grammar etc. and accidentally helping me remember my original plan lol)

#cool people #byler fic #byler wip #byler

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Im here ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

smahwj idk if i like this but here goes nothing!!

mitsuya x reader

warning: mentions of needles? reader will be getting an injection…uh? thats it i think. ejejs im so bad at this!!

enjoy reading <3 (although its not that good >:()

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“I really can’t believe that you, someone who can wipe the ass of 10 men all in one go, are scared of being poked. With a tiny little needle.” Mitsuya drearily lets a sigh escape his mouth.

You were sitting on a chair in the hospital, busy inspecting how your hand perfectly fits his rough yet contradictorily gentle hand, and how the way he vigilantly wraps his hand around yours makes your organs rupture stars and planets.

“But that’s different, Taka. Needles are just sharp and terrifying. We didn’t have to come, y’know, and my mom wouldn’t know.”

“No, I need to get on my future mother-in-law’s good side, unless you don’t want me in your future, that is.”

“You’re such a momma’s boy, aren’t you.”A grin creeped up your lips, making Mitsuya groan.

“Let go of my hand then, or I will” He threatened.

“No I will ne—”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” a nurse interrupted, causing a chuckle to dance it’s way out of mitsuya’s plump lips.

“There goes nothing..” a mutter came out of Mitsuya.

“Okay, I’m guessing you’ve experienced how an injection feels..right?”

“Well…..maybe about….14 years ago?”

“Oh..” The nurse deadpanned.

“Okay that’s fine, it won’t hurt. You’ll just feel a poke, but it won’t hurt.”

“Bu-“

“Shhh just close your eyes. I promise you, you wont feel it, you can squeeze my hand too.”

“What i—”

Before you can even complete, your eyes involuntarily flew shut as Mitsuya’s hand covered your eyes, it’s warmth radiating, making your skin immediately melt at his sweet, sweet touch.

“This makes it worse, Taka. I need to see what’s happening.” your voice cracked in panic as anxiety scurried hurriedly in your blood.

“It wont hu—” the nurse attempted to comfort you but Mitsuya beat her to it.

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” He grabs your chin and levels down so that your eyes can directly gawk at his painfully calming eyes, full of dreams and tranquility.

He continued, “You see my hand? it’s here, wrapped around yours. My eyes? they’re staring at your beautiful ones. You can squeeze the life out of my hand, and stare at my eyes till the colour fades away from them. Trust me, it won’t hurt. I’m here, and you’re breathing , and that’s what matters.” His soft, benign voice twirled into your ears as you shook your head in a nod.

“Good, now just keep breathing, and it’ll be over before you even know it, alright?”

“Alright.” you muttered.

And for a second, everything seemed to stop as your eyes read every detail of Mitsuya’s. His lilac eyes sparkled with benevolence; endearment; love. You can feel heat rush up to your face, squeezing his hand for reassurance.

Mitsuya’s cheeks felt on fire too, they looked squishable and lovely. You had to fight the urge to release your hand and use it to cup his cheek.

“Aaaand done!” the nurse, who had a smile planted on her lips broke the silence. She was ready to sprint out of the room and gossip about what she just witnessed, she thought it was cute!

“Oh, that wasn’t that bad.” you let out a dry chuckle, breaking eye contact with Mitsuya.

“What am I going to do with you,” Mitsuya’s lips twitched, forming a dazzling smile that you’d kill for.

“But you love me!”

“Can’t argue with you on that, I really do.”

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[demonboydevilman]

Alright, kiddos! It's that time of year when I remind you not to super glue shit to your face so here are...

5 ways to not kill yourself while doing your makeup for Halloween!!!!

1.) No matter what product you are using, if it's a new to you product ALWAYS PATCH TEST IT!!!!

● To do a patch test: clean a small area of your skin, I recommend either on your wrist or behind your ear, and apply the product to the area. Leave the product on for at least five minutes unless the package tells you otherwise! After that, remove it and carefully keep an eye on the area for 24 hours to see if there's any kind of reaction. No reaction? You're good to use the product. If you have any kind of reaction at all, STOP USING THE PRODUCT!!!!

2.) Know what you're using.

● Most Halloween makeup products are made with latex, which a lot of people are allergic to, so check the ingredients and always do a patch test.

● There are lots of different kinds of body paints, but the main four are water activated, grease paint, cream, and alcohol activated.

Cream and grease paint are everywhere this time of year. They are inexpensive and easy-ish to use but do come with a bit of a learning curve because of the consistency. But if you're doing something small with relatively little to no details, this will be a good option for you. Just make sure you set it with some kind of powder!

Water activated is (in my opinion) the best stuff out there. Unfortunately, most make-up and halloween stores don't carry it, but it's super easy to find online. Also, it is a little more expensive than grease or cream, but it lasts a long time, and a little goes a long way! It goes on smoothly, and it dries down, so there is no need to set! It's perfect for doing teeny tiny little details, and the feeling of it on your skin is almost unnoticeable.

Alcohol activated paint is hard. It's really good for doing like veins, blood, fake tattoos, that kind of stuff, and it does not budge unless you use alcohol to take it off. So it's very beneficial if you want to be in costume all day or if it's rain, etc. But be warned, there is quite the learning curve to it, and if you have sensitive skin, oof! It's also a very expensive option, so keep that in mind.

●Can't afford body paint? Spray a tiny bit of water onto your brush and run over an opaque matt eyeshadow, boom. Or use a cream eyeliner and set with a translucent powder!

● ACRYLIC PAINT IS NOT SAFE FOR YOU SKIN AND SHOULD BE NO WEAR NEAR YOUR FACE!!!

3.) Make sure your products are not expired. Or if it's a new product, make sure it hasn't been opened used and/or tampered with.

4.) Know how to take something off before you put it on your body. Some things have specific ways you have to take them off I. E. Latex needs oil based makeup remover, alcohol paint needs alcohol, etc. So before you use something, check the lable or online on how to get it off.

● Please, for the love of everything, DO NOT RIP ANYTHING OFF!!!!!!!

If you didn't listen to number 4 and you don't know how to take it off, the answer is never to rip it off! Don't panic! There's always a way to get something off. It may require more patience and remover than you anticipated, but take a deep breath and try again. Do not rip that shit off! Trust me, you do not want to be the asshole with one eyebrow sitting in the ER because you ripped your cheek meat off your skull! Worst case scenario, if you truly can not get something off of you, call your doctor's office and ask them for advice.

● DO NOT USE RANDOM CHEMICALS TO TAKE STUFF OFF. Seriously, seriously! If it isn't made for your skin, it shouldn't be on your skin.

5.) Don't glue anything sharp or pointy on yourself (or others)

● So imagine if you glued a pencil to your face straight on, okay now, what if you tripped? Right! We want the look of impalement, we don't actually want to be impaled! What you should do is file or cut your pencil (or whatever you're using) down to a slant so it will lay flush against your skin. Also, make sure you round out the edges, too!

If you have any questions about anything, feel free to reach out through asks or comments! Once again, this is a secondary blog, so responding comments will come from my main (@morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy )

Other than that, please have a fun and SAFE halloween!

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[sparkbeast20]

(Belphegor's) Cute Hellspawn(s)

This is the last part of Belphie's story Part 1 and the general Prologue

Warning: Swearing, Mention of torture, and Babies

“I don’t have time for this nonsense! I have to get back to the human world to make sure my grandchildren-”

“Wow, wow! Grandkids?!?!” Mammon shirve at the idea that Maddi has anything to do with you or the kids.

“Yes? I consider their mother somewhat like my own daughter. Now will you excuse me-”

“Please…” Maddi paused and looked down, seeing Belphie shaking and not letting go of her pants. “I… I need to see them. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“I’m sorry, It’s not up to me whether or not to can see MC or the children, all that is up to the mother”

“But Belphie’s the father-” As Beel talks, Maddi pulls out a pocket mirror, opens it “Plus the babies are half demon. They need someone to teach them-”

“Ah so it's all about the children and not the mother?” Maddi side eye Beel with a brow raise.

“He didn’t say that! I want to see all three of them! And I want to apologize to MC!” Belphie hung his head low “I’m to tell her that I didn’t mean to leave her that morning. I was scared! Scared of all that was just in the moment-”

“Okay, you're scared and you still left making her feel like your fear as well? How do you think she felt that morning when she woke up with you gone? Not only that but you pretended like none of it ever happened!”

“Yes, and I regretted leaving her that morning! I regretted not telling her after that! But I really meant that confession! I want to be with her. If she wasn’t carrying our babies. I was a coward for not telling her sooner, for waiting for the right time when reality was the right time that morning! Please, punshis me all you want, even kill me. I want to see her again one last time to apologize in person-”

All of a sudden, a baby cry stopped Belphie making him choked up.

“Did you hear that little one?” Maddi's smile showed every demon in the room that her mirror was reflecting someone in the bed.

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You curse yourself for crying over your babies, one of them starts to cry when tears start to fall on them.

You wipe the tears before soothing the crying baby, all the while you are trying to decide to let Belphie see you and the babies. You look down to see both are wide awake and soothing them won’t put them to sleep. You saw in their eyes hope.

Suddenly you sense someone staring at you and the babies, you slowly turn towards the desk mirror where you watch and hear everything happening at Maddi’s end. 

What you saw was Belphie looking through the mirror. You can’t ignore the dehavled look he has right now, and see like he hasn't slept in months. If his eyes weren’t red from his crying. You took notice of the dark bags under his eyes.

“So? What is it going to be? Give him a chance? Or let this be his last and only chance to see you and the children?” You can hear Maddi asking, you know that tone. Maddi has something in mind to say yes to giving Belphie a second chance.

“What are you planning, Maddi?” You said it sternly as one of the babies over on their stomach crawl to turn around to face the mirror. Once she saw Belphie in the mirror she giggled as she pound her tiny hands on the mattress in glee upon seeing her father.

You can see Belphie choked up on seeing his daughter’s eyes look at him.

“Oh you know me so well child~, put it simply. If you say yes. He can get to go to you immediately. However, once I give time to talk to you. He’ll have to be punshie by me. I wouldn’t go into any details until you say the word.” 

You thought for a moment. You sit up, then reach out to grab your daughter’s little foot just to make sure she tries to crawl further off the edge as she tries to reach for Belphie in the mirror. Meanwhile your son who has your hair color get’s angsty roll on his stomach and crawls towards your lap and lays his head on it.

Looking down to see your son looking up to you, staring deep into your eyes. You knew the answer. “Alright. I’ll… I’ll give him a second chance.” As soon as Maddi heard your answer, she laughed and snapped her fingers and the mirror went back to normal. You heard your daughter gasp before she started to cry at the sudden disappearance of her father’s face from the mirror.

You quickly reach down and pick her up then try to sooth and rack her.

Feeling a little jealous, your son starts to sob as well. You sigh and pick him up cradling your twins in each arm, in any case you’ll have Belphie, even if you’re still ify with him.

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Belphie looks at the pocket mirror in shock once it turns back to a regular mirror. 

“Now Belphegor. Choose a brother to accompany you.”

“Why?” Belphie nervously asks Maddi, never in his life that he ever had the same fear as Mammon has to witches until now. 

“Well someone has to help MC with the children. Because he’ll help them get back to the house of lamentation. Since you’ll be put to punishment for your action to MC” She leans down and moves his bangs so she can meet his eyes. “Enjoy the comfort of family, because this is going to be the last time you’ll see them in quite some time” she grins.

All Belphie can do is nod and look over his shoulder to Beel. Maddi sees and while a snap of her fingers she and the twin disappear in a puff of smoke. Leaving the other demons in the room shocked.

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“Make sure you two don’t touch anything! MC’s room is on the second floor, the last room on the left.” Both Beel and Belphie are still stunned at the fact they're in the human world, in the great witch Maddi’s home. 

Maddi did what she needed to do, she left the two demons in the entry hall and headed to the kitchen.

Beel blinks, before turning towards his twin. Belphie is eyeing the stairs as his heart is pounding. You're right upstairs, with your children with him. The children he helped make. What is he supposed to say? What if you decide to not give a second chance? And you what to give one and only time he can get to see the kids.

Beel place a hand on Belphie’s shoulder snapping Belphie out of his thoughts. “Do… Do you want me to go with you?”

“No… well not in the room. Just… stay out in the hall… please.”

“Sure” 

Belphie took a deep breath, before looking forward to the stairs and begging to climb up with Beel right behind him.

The slow walk to your room is agonizing for Belphie, his mind is in full panic. Beel had to literally grab Belphie’s arm before he walked straight to the wall at the end of hall passing your room.

Belphie silently thanks Beel and walks back to your door.

Belphie's heart beats even faster as he stands right in front of your door, staring at the door knob. He clenches his hands a couple of times before slowly reaching up and grabbing the door knob, turning it, opening the door, and slowly walking it the room and closing the door behind him.

He kept his head low, not ready to look you in the eye. But when he didn’t hear anything from you. He bit the bullet and looked up. There he saw you asleep on your side with your arms around both babies. What surprised him was his son sitting up looking at him with a small pout on his face.

He doesn’t know when you gave birth, surely it wasn’t that long. So why is it that his son is sitting up all on his own. Either way he's here now he slowly approaches the bed with his eye on his son. As he walks towards you he watches his son suddenly move, crawling towards your head and quickly warping his tiny arms around your neck protectively, before looking back at Belphie sending him a death glare while his tail flinging back and forth.

That sudden action, wake you up startled Belphie when you start stri up. You flutter your eyes open then you down to see your son hugging your neck. You giggle at his action, you slowly sit up and gently pull your son off your neck. “Hungry?” but he shook his head, before pointing behind him. Confused, you followed his gesture, and you saw Belphie standing close to the bed with a surprised look on his face, before it changed to a shameful one. “Hello, Belphie…”

“Hey…” he said quietly as he reached up, grabbed his arm and started rubbing it. Neither of them spoke which made the air in the room awkward and tense. Before neither of you notice, your daughter woke up and immediately saw Belphie. She giggles, rolling over to her stomach and starts crawling towards him.

You panic and try to reach, when Belphie reacts first and leans forward grabbing your daughter before reaching for the edge. You sigh in relief while your son laughs at his twin. While Belphie on the other hand is stunned, face to face with his daughter. She looks at him tilting her head before reaching out and placing her tiny hands on Belphie's cheek. Then she starts giggling and laughing before opening her arms hugging Belphie’s neck burying her face in the crook of his neck.

All the emotion just floods Belphie in that moment, mostly joy and happiness, with sadness, anger, shame and regret mixed in. He gasps, choke and can't muster the right words. But he can think of his kids and you.

He starts quietly crying as he holds his daughter tight in his arms burying his face into her tiny shoulder.

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After what seems to be forever, you decide to speak. “Did you mean all you said to Maddi?” you ask him as you cradle your son in your arms. While Belphie sat on the armchair in the corner of the room while racking his daughter to sleep in his arms.

“I couldn’t face and tell you because I was afraid… if all that I said to you was in the heat of the moment. Or that you said in the heat of the moment.” he reached to tuck his daughter’s hair to behind the ear. Then leans down to kiss her forehead before turning to you. “But yes. I meant every word of it. I was going to confess to you properly. After I explained to Beel, he was also the reason I left that morning. I was scared of what his reaction would be. We did everything together. So sleeping with you made me think I betray him in some way since he does have feelings for you.”

In some way you understand his reasoning. Back in the human world there was always an unspoken rule to not sleep with a friend's crush or sibling’s crush. Because it will cause conflict in the group or family.

“Even if it still hurts a little bit, it is better than you not coming at all.” you gave him a small smile. Before soothing a bit and panting the open space on the bed. “Also long your on diaper duty for the next two years” 

Belphie chuckles while shaking his head, before getting up the chair then walking towards the bed. He climbs from the side of the bed, and gently lays your daughter in the space between you and him. While you set his son on your side of the space between. He looks at Belphie before huffing and turns his back on his father. You quietly laugh.

“I guess that I have to win him over. Huh?” 

“Maybe he got all my anger towards you in him.” you ruffle your son’s hair before leaning down and kissing his forehead. You look back up to Belphie, when he reaches and caresses your face.

“I’ll make it up to all three of you. I promise.” he looks at you with honesty and sincerity in his eyes. You lean in to his touch before placing your hand over his.

“I know…” you two look at each other, before leaning closer until your lips meet. Belphie lean in further making it more passionate. After you slowly pull away and lean your forehand into his. “I miss you”

“I miss you too” he gave you one quick peck on the lips before the two of you slid down onto the bed, with your hands intertwined over your twins. Soon the two of you drifted off to slumber.

Sleeping together as a family.

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Alas, the peace didn’t last. Belphie suddenly senses someone approaching the room. He quietly and quickly got out of bed, and moved to the front of the bed, then the door opened and Maddi and Beel walked in the room.

Belphie snarls at the witch and quickly shifts into his demon form blocking Maddi’s view of his kids and you.

“What do you want!” 

“Oh~ now you're getting protective huh? Well your time is up. Nows for your punishment” She pulls out a scroll and opens it. Coming from the scroll was a chain which moved quickly and subdued Belphie by binding his wrists and ankles.

Beel moved quickly, but Maddi gave him a glare. “Try to help your twin and you’ll meet the same punishment. Now be a good demon and make sure your niece and nephew and their mother return to the house of lamamention safely” 

“Maddi! What the hell!” you woke up from the sound of the chains. And you aren’t the only one. As soon as your daughter hears her father groaning in pain. She woke up and looked down to the bed to see Belphie drop on his knees, biting back the urge to scream. She gasps, tries to roll on her stomach and starts crawling toward Belphie. But soon she almost reached the edge of the bed. Beel quickly picked her and brought her close to his chest as she tried to wiggle out of her uncle’s grasp. Before long she starts to cry for father.

You jump out of bed with your son in your arms, you didn’t notice he shifts to his demon form. 

“You can't mind, little one. He has to be punished”

“The fuck! Look, yes I was pissed at him when I told you. And he said he'll accept your punishment. But not in front of the kids!” you yell at the witch while making sure you hold your son back. 

Maddi raises a brow glance at your twins before looking back at Belphie. “Calm them down Belphegor. They’ll stop crying and tantrums if you calm them down.” she said nonchalantly. She waved her hand slightly, losing both chains in his wrist. Lessening the pain.

Belphie quickly got back up on his feet and turned around to face Beel and his daughter. “Hey, starlight. Is okay, daddy’s fine.” She stops crying and whimpers before reaching out her arms to Belphie, who gladly takes her from Beel and slowly racks her in his arms and makes sure the chain on his wrist doesn't touch her skin.

“See? They can sense their parents' stress. If Belphegor hadn’t tried to fight back she wouldn’t have started crying. And since their twins her brother sensed his sister's distress hence this little spawn shifted.” she smiles, while all three of you plus your son just look at her deadpan. “Anywho~ you don’t have to worry about Belphegor. He’ll just be gone for two days. So my lord Belphegor, say goodbye to your family.”

You want to stop Maddi from doing this, but you made a deal with her. And you’ve seen when someone crosses her.

You turn towards Belphie, who gives his daughter one last hug and a kiss on her cheek. “Be good for daddy, alright starlight?” she start to whimper, and quickly hugs Belphie neck, he sigh and turn to Beel and turn his daughter to his twin. “I hate this. But if I don’t do this she’ll just make our lives harder”

“I know why Mammon and Lord Diavolo don’t like her.”

“I heard that!”

“Yeah, well so Lucifer!” If Belphie is going to have the shit beat out of him. Might as well go down as pitiful as possible. He clicks his tongue at Maddi before turning to you and your son. You walk to him, he looks at you before looking down to see his son, who huffs before turning his head away from Belphie.

“Maybe if I talk to Maddi-”

“It wouldn’t do any good. I have a suspension that she’s more stubborn than Lucifer”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Maddi smirk as she points at her wrist gesturing Belphie to hurry up.

“It's not like you're going to die from waiting for your old age, hag!”

“Oh~! I’m really going to enjoy your tears little boy!” She smiles nicely at Belphie, who scowls at her.

He turns to you with a soft face. “Two days”

“Two days” you both said it quietly before leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. The little demon saw the affection that was sandwiching him. He made baby groans while pushing Belphie away from you.

“Still doesn’t like me huh, little guy?” he ruffles his son’s hair, which earns him a wack of a tail to his face. Then his son sticks out his touch to him. “Yup, still hate me.” you giggle while you turn your son to face you and tuck his head into the crook of your neck.

“Alright. Time to go.” Maddi pulls Belphie’s chain, causing him to fall on his ass. As she begins to drag him out of the room. While your daughter reached out and called out to him with baby noise, Beel had to hold her tight due to his niece squirming out of his arms.

You heard your son whimper into skin, you soothe him then turned to look at Beel. “Come, let's go home.” Beel nods, as he helps you pack.

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It didn’t take along for the twins to get attention from their uncles. As soon as you, Beel, and the twin arrive at the house. Both Mammon and Asmo greet you four at the front door.

“AH~ Look at you two!” Asmo claps his hands, exactly doting at the twins. Your daughter yelps before hiding her face into Beel’s chest. While your son stares at Asmo before reaching out his tiny arms for Asmo. You notice, smile and hand him to Asmo. Who hugs your son immediately “Aw~ you're just like your mother.”

Mammon rolls his eyes before looking at you. Before he gets a chance to scold you. You insteadly wrap your arms around him. And begin to apologize. He quickly returns the favor and hugs you back.

“Well… It seem Belphie is getting what’s coming to him for his irresponsibility seeing that his not with you two.”

You tense up then look over Mammon’s shoulder to see Lucifer with a happy and yet chilling smile. “Hi Lucifer…”

“Have you any idea how worried we were when you disappeared and added that you were pregnant with Belphie spawns!”

“I’m Sorry. I was scared and angry at Belphie-”

“That’s a reasonable emotional response. However, that doesn’t excuse you to leave the house while carrying offspring that might put your life at risk.” He was right. If you didn't go to Maddi, you could’ve died. “Belphie isn’t the only one being punshi today. Foruanly the twins has five responsible uncles to look after them while you and I have a talk in my study, now”

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It's been three hours since Lucifer dragged you to his study for a lecture and probably some punishment for runaway.

While waiting on you two to return. Beel took charge of bringing the twins into the living room with Mammon and Asmo tagging along with him.

“So… what’s their name Beel?” Beel chock on the piece of bread in his mouth when Mammon asks him.

“Please tell us that Belphie or MC told you their name, before being dragged to their hell.” Asmo added while he browsed on his phone for onesies for the twins.

“Uh… He didn’t tell me or MC.”

“Eh!?! But you were there with Belphie all night.” Mammon sounds shocked at the fact Beel doesn’t know their names. He gave your daughter a little panda plushie you made in one of his money making scam, she instantly took it from Mammon and hugged it tightly before yawning and laying her tiny head on the plushies.

“He had me wait outside the whole night out in the hall of Maddi’s place. Because he wanted to talk to MC alone.” He casually reached down to grab your son before he crawled away from him and towards Asmo who was by the table. He set him on his lap with his arm supporting him. “He did call his daughter starlight. But it seems that his son kinda hates him.” he looks down to his nephew who is trying to wiggle out of his hold while making baby grants.

“Oh! Look, I found cute cow and fox onesies!” Asmo jumps out of his chair and walks towards Beel and shows him the picture on his phone. “It's perfect for them.”

Beel smiles and hums in agreement. While your son starts nibbling on his uncle’s arm, Beel pay no mind.

“Restless little guy ain’t he?” Mammon comments at his nephew's attempt to break free from Beel’s hold.

“Do you want to carry him?” Beel asks, and hands the little demon to Mammon. The latter quickly adjusted his hold on his nephew. 

“Beel! Give me a warning next time-” he stopped when he felt the little demon stare at him. He felt nervous all of a sudden. He looks down with a close eyes smile, hiding the nervousness his feeling right now. “Hey little guy, want a house tour by your great uncle Mammon” 

“No” All three demon’s eyes widened when they heard their nephew say something.

“Dada! Wa Dada!” Mammon shrieked before turning around to see his niece sitting up on the table hugging the panda plushies.

“No! Mama!” your son shifts to his demon form.

“No Dada!” your daughter shifts to her demon form.

“How old are these babies!!” Asmo panic yells, confused and scared of what's happening right in front of him.

“Why are you yelling Asmo- Oh shit!~ BABIES!” Levi came into the room and immediately stopped once he saw the two baby demons in their demon form. “Belphie had to have twins didn’t he?” He tries to make a joke while progressing the scene before him. 

While Mammon and Beel explain to Levi what’s going on. The little twins exchange glances before nodding to each other. 

Soon all the adults in the room suddenly feel tired and sleepy. Beel and Mammon fought the tiredness long enough to put both twins on the flood. Before they, Asmo and Levi collapse on the floor and fall right to sleep.

The little demoness claps her hands and laughs at her uncle's face while the little demon crawls towards his twin, baby panting her back before crawling towards the door. His twin got what he meant and quickly crawled behind him. And the two babies are now out in the hall of the house.

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You groan in pain as you are being strung up to the ceiling of Lucifer’s study. While said demon is doing his paperwork below you.

“Another hour MC- wait!” Lucifer quickly set his pen down and stood up from his chair. “Those idiots!”

“What-”

“Mama!” you gasp and swing your body so you can face where the sound came from, and hold and behold your twins by the doorway of Lucifer’s study. 

“Stella, Skylar!” you call out to them. Lucifer acts quickly and casts a spell to put you down, as soon as you get to your feet you quickly rush and kneel in front of your twins and pick them both in your arms.

Lucifer walks beside you, and offers to take one of the twins. You were about to give Stella, but Skylar quickly reached out his tiny arms for his uncle. He smiles before reaching down and taking the child from your arms. “It seems that they pull their uncles under some sort of sleep spell.” he rubs his nephew’s back, soothing him into yawning and slowly falls asleep, laying his head on Lucifer’s chest. “Come on, let's see if my brothers are awake yet.”

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“A month! They're a month old!”

“Shush! Keep it down Mammon. Your going to wake Belphie and the twins up.” Beel glares at Mammon before setting unconscious Belphie on the couch in their room. While you and the twin are in Belphie’s bed.

“I’m so happy that Maddi showed some pity to Belphie and sent him back here a day early.”

“Pity!?! Look at him, he looks like he was tortured for months!” Mammon made an angry gesture to his unconscious brother lying on the couch.

Belphie was still in his demon form, his clothes were torn and bruises and scars cover his arms and the side of his face.

“She tends to go a bit overboard with her torture.” you know by staying with Maddi that she’s ain’t nice. After a month staying with her coven it was safe to say that all Mammon and Diavolo’s worry and fear are justified.

“I’m going to get some snack for Belphie, that way when he wakes up he has something to eat.” before you can say anything, he was gone from the room, dragging Mammon along.

You sigh, before laying on your side, look over your twins then look at Belphie at the couch before you slowly fall asleep.

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She promised him only two days. So why the hell he kept whipping, burning, etc for a week. Note to himself, find Maddi and kill her.

Belphie woke up back in his room, and he can still feel his entire body is tense and in pain.

He slowly pushed himself up, sat and leaned on the couch. He groaned in pain every time he moved.

He looks around the room while massaging his neck, and he lays his sight on his bed, where you and his kids are sleeping peacefully.

All his rage at the witch melted away when he saw you and the twins sleeping soundly in his bed. He mustered all his strength to stand up, walk towards his bed, and took the other side of the bed. You are on the opposite side while the twins are in the middle of the bed.

He sighs once he lay on his side. Before he fell back to sleep, he felt something snuggling to his chest. He looks down to see his son nuzzle his face into his chest while clenching on his jacket.

“He missed you.” Belphie quickly looks up, to see you half awake, running your hand through your daughter’s hair. “She missed you.” you lean down to kiss the crown of her head. Before looking back to Belphie. “I’ve Missed you.” You reach up and grab his face, stock his cheek with your thumb.

He doesn’t feel he deserves you or the twins. It hurt him that you forgave him after everything he did. This might be his last chance, he is planning not to screw this up.

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Six months later

“I can’t believe that your own son ratted you out.” Satan mutters at Belphie while being strung up by Lucifer.

“Well maybe Lucifer brainwashed him or something.” Belphie tries to move his arms out of the ropes.

“I would never do such a thing to my nephew. Isn’t that right Skylar?” Lucifer turns his head towards the high chair in his study where Skylar is seated wearing a cow onesie.

“Mm~” He hums in response as he draws on a piece of old document that Lucifer gave him.

The moment Lucifer finishes hanging both Satan and Belphie to the ceiling. You came in with Stella who was wearing a fox onesie. “Lucifer, how long does Belphie have to be strung up. We have to take twins out today.”

“Thanks for worrying about me MC.” Satan said sarcastically.

“Dada bad?” Stella tille her head to the side while looking up at Belphie and Satan.

“Yes, Dada did something bad,” Lucifer said happily to Stella. Which made her pout.

“See, she hates seeing me like this!”

“Don’t use your daughter to give you some pity Belphie.” Belphie huffs at Lucifer’s words. 

You laugh at Belphie, when suddenly Satan breaks free from his ropes and quickly dash out of the room, with Lucifer immediately giving chase.

Belphie blink the initial shock and glance over to you “You did something to the ropes didn’t you?”

“I was hoping that you got those ropes instead of Satan” you shrug before walking toward the knot which was holding Belphie. You untie it and slowly lower him back down to the ground.

“You sly minx” he smirks as you help untie the ropes around me. While Stella “helps” with the ropes.

“I have to be.” you dope the ropes and hand Stella to Belphie, while you walk over and grab Skylar out of his high chair. And return to Belphie’s side.

“I might be a bad influence for you” he wraps his free arm around your waist, while the other one is supporting Stella who is on Belphie's waist.

“Less talking and more walking. Before Lucifer comes back.” gave him a quick peck on the lips before you four left the study and headed out for family time.

Note: Phew! 5k words! *pant myself on the back* I didn't expect to make this long XD anyway thanks so much. I still have the other two fic to finish writing. While I'm doing that, I want to know which demon or Angel or human I should do next?

I do have some ideas for Mammon, Levi and Asmo.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

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[aucoba]

Rewtaching Good omens S2 here we go :

Ep 1 :

Aziraphale saying he forgives Maggie for not paying rent 'cause he is "very good at forgiving things, and it' s his favorite thing" - yes that's me dying in the background of foreshadowing

I already saw it the first time but crowley's paper has an article on taddfield being a wonderful place to live in

Crowley wondering what the point is into creating the universe only to stop it Vs after armagedon't, Crowley wondering what's the point of heaven and hell's existence

John ham's ass

Extreme sanction aka book of life... [suspicious]

Aziraphale becoming defensive the second gab's talks about how it feels to be in love

"the something terrible" that might not happen to you in A. Z. FELL bookshop

Why do Crowley not like it when you call and appear mysteriously at the same time? What's wrong with that?

Soon to be 'named Jim saying "you' re funny I love you", sends me to heaven

And the little fly (I did see and hear it the first time, just love the detail)

WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THE QUOTE ON THE MATCH BOX oh and it's "Job"!

Aziraphale turning on his left when Crowley enters the coffeshop and then saying how nice it is to tell someone about his good deeds now that he isn't reporting to upstairs... Missing heaven??

bohemian rhapsody in the background in the coffeshp ❤️ (I didn't notice the first time)

Crowley calming down, not by eating the eaglecakes but by going outside, tryong to do a human technique before casting lightning - I wish I could do that

Muriel my love

Archangel in front of a material object will never not be funny to me

Beelzebub going out of their way to get their boyfriend back

The book of life again and how things might have never existed... Sending Crowley on a "lover boy" driving to his angel

The teeny-tiny miracle bit is still brilliant

Ep 2

Aziraphale and Crowley being workers from ennemies company, just chatting, trying to both do their job. So mundane.

THERE ARE BIRDS FLYING AWAY AFTER CROWLEY DESTROYED THE GOATS

Aziraphale not asking questions, simply saying "killing kids! That can't be right", acting like... Almost has if he is acting as the devil's advocate when interacting with his boss ("job liked his old children... What we could is..." so powerful)

Miracles to make places accessible is such an awesome idea

Gabriel being unnoticeable although he shoves a Terry prachett book into the archangel's faces

Jim using "the wicked bible" to try and kill the fly, what the heck is up with that! Gab the fly must be so chocked by how dumb he is ("the beauty part is that it never works)

Poor aziraphale, that's too much stress for him

"we're never going to the pub" flirt

Mister Brown holds a metro paper saying "Nebraska woman taught duck to play accordeon" and I hope Crowley is the Nebraska woman

"Maggie has a... Pash. And doesn't know how to conduct a courtship" YOU DON'T SAY, AZIRAPHALE

Wait, aziraphale can lie to the archangel's about miracling people falling in love, and knows it wouldn't actually work, but the archangels don't know it wouldn't work??

Invoke fiction properly - Jane austen being cooler than I thought she could ever be - SHE HAD BALLS - "people would gather and then realise they had misunderstood each other and that they were actually deeply in love" I need s3 to have a ball with this happening for our happy ending

Aziraphale being si excited about the clue and doing the same little dance Everytime he sings it

Hearing god's voice when Jim remembers Gabriel and Crowley knowing Jim can do better

The schuhite visiting to check up on the kids

Aziraphale "thinking" about what god's want while Crowley questions it

"may god forgive you" after Crowley does the bad guy act... And then putting his faith in crowley's words that he will not kill the kids

Aziraphale eating for the first time in the middle of a storm, as if he had been starving for ever

God answering job's questions by asking him if he ever paid any attention to everything god ever created, if he realises how insignificant and powerless he is

Crowley stopping job's wife to curse god 'cause "that never ends well"

Aziraphale and Crowley doing an improv scene magic trick to bring back the children and it working 'cause the archangels are too ignorant

Aziraphale feeling like he is failing as an angel when he lies to save humans... Him trying to cope with grey morales for the first time VS now owning the fact that the heavenly hierarchy was awful

Nina saying her partner was "not impressed" for not meeting her insane expectations... Makes me think of heaven's style of monitoring

"what car" "our car" "we don't share a car"

Gabriel rearranging the books, reading the first line of the book Muriel read at the end... And the bible is on the same shelf - and then pride and prejudice incipit-- and then good omens book incipit

Cut to depressed aziraphale in the past with depressed music

This scene... I will have to watch it again and again... It's the first and only time I think we've ever seen aziraphale feel so guilty : he feels guilty for lying, but not for the lie in itself. And Crowley offers him acceptation (rather than forgiveness) : if there's nothing to forgive then there's never been anything wrong. So we can just be, next to one another. And still the scene ends with Crowley referring to his demonic nature, as if they can't escape what the world made them to be

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[wp-blaze]

The Košava, Fruska Gora, and Dunlop Valves

Stremski Karlovci to Stari Banovci, Serbia The day dawned bright and clear. As we ate a great breakfast, we visited with our wonderful hosts, Maria and Vladimir. The chill in the air was not noticeable in the glassed-in dining area. The branches outside were ruffling in a breeze but the sun shined warmly through the […]

[theoryfan205]

Words aren't my specialty so prepare for word soup spider-sona post, you have been warned

I have no idea how to start this so let's get the basics I have down! This spider-sona is British because you know I am, sticking to what I know, and so the big city they usually protect is London, have I only been there like twice? Yes! Am I doing this anyway? Also yes! Anyway- this spiderman becomes spider man in more of a freak accident, they're visiting London for a week to check out this new science exhibit put on for a limited time only for people to showcase their research, like art fairs for science! Something like that, working on the details but they're interested and manage to get in to see all the cool things and hear how they work, one of these showcases is showcasing a new experiment on spiders... The scientist working on it plans to induce super speed into a silk web spinning spider, the plan is basically if the spider goes really fast it'll make webs really fast and thus you've got a quick supply of spider silk! You'll basically never run out!

Now they've already done it once successfully on a spider they're showcasing as well and they plan to demonstrate the process live today with another spider, as they're already convinced it'll go well with the experience of having done it successfully before, our spiderman here gets an interest in practically everything, even the spider, leaning in to look at the little fella while listening to the explanation of the experiment. When the time comes for the spider fast experiment it ends up going horribly wrong because the equipment explodes, just.. boom! People knocked everywhere and the spiders get out, our soon to be spiderman is knocked down too and while trying to escape the rubble after the explosion they come across a tiny little spider, they crouch down and look at the little fellow, recognizing it as one of the spider experiments but not remembering what one it was, as it crawls on their finger and they think out loud they get interrupted by a fast bite to their palm, slapping the spider away and accidentally killing it.

They are not going to admit they just killed the spider, and entirely decide to blame it on the explosion as they leave the scene of the spider murder and soon after get rescued, it's a whole disaster and it's quite a mess. Something something spider powers! The explosion from the tech plus the experiments made relatively harmless (uk spiders aren't quite poisonous) radioactive fast spiders, and thus after getting bit they get the usual Spidey powers, sticky hands and feet, Spidey sense, super strength and a new one thanks to the experiments specific to that spider, super speed, that's right I'm fixing the heights problem by giving them super speed! Don't need to swing really high up and risk sobbing as spiderman if you can just run real fast and use the webs to help propel yourself forward!

The inspiration for speedy spider over here is spiders that just fucking bolt when you try to kill them and I had a dream where I was spiderman in a spiderverse and my power was speed so clearly my subconscious agrees with me! For the costume it's green because that's my favorite colour, also yellow because green and yellow go great together! I got nothing else for the design just ideas on them

I don't have a name either, in costume or out of costume, there is a green spider in the UK but it's got a lame ass name I ain't using that, my only ideas are like green widow or something leaning more into the speed side like I dunno the speedy spidster? (Pronounce it like Spidey) it's a work in progress! I am working on it, but basically my spider-sona is the flash spiderman, having to run all the way to London when their vacation Is over to save the day is just a part of their job! I'd imagine something might pop up to get them in London more full time but thats the basics! Also no spoilers for anyone reading but they would so socially awkward in the spiderverse, someone says hi and they blue screen, they aren't prepared for this many spideys

#this post will suck for anyone without that automatic read more for long posts enabled #atsv #spidersona #spider-sona #spider sona #atsv spidersona

[dudadrawings17]

Sorry... I'm not fine.

(trigger warning: very detailed description of a disease.)

For several years, I ignored its existence. I heard about it so infrequently that I never cared. Perhaps here and there, during animal vaccination campaigns. But I never imagined it could be so terrifying, so horrible, so deadly.

Damn. Everything was getting better. I was returning to eating normally, feeling more relaxed, gradually overcoming my fears that, at most, concerned the flies and mosquitoes invading my home or the dirt I might bring in from the street whenever I was forced to go out. Now, there's nothing in my thoughts but the fear of dying in one of the cruelest ways an invisible little being can provoke in a human.

Lyssavirus. Lyssa, the goddess of madness in Greek mythology. It's no wonder they associated this cursed virus with that goddess. But why the hell did I have to watch that damn video of a biologist explaining rabies while showing a person on a hospital bed, spasming from head to toe and struggling to take a sip of water, so essential for their survival? And why the hell did I, aware of my condition, seek out more and more videos and information about this damn disease?

Knowing what I know about it is the cause of feeling like this, as if my sanity is hanging by a thread. My mind fabricates false memories that make me unsure of what I saw or felt. Was that thing that entered through the bathroom window last night and stuck to my shoulder a moth? 'No, it was a tiny bat,' my mind says. Are these red marks on my shoulder just allergies? 'No, that's the bite mark the bat left you,' my mind says. What I felt dripping on my head while lying down, is it a pipe leak? 'No, it's bat saliva,' my mind tells me again.

What a nightmare! What torture! Some nights I don't sleep properly, and for days, I don't eat properly. I no longer do anything that brings me joy because my mind is too focused on what I think are the last weeks or months of my life. Just waiting for the moment when I'll have fever, coughs, sneezes, and nausea, and even when they say, 'it's just a viral infection,' I'll already be sure that my days are numbered. Seven at most. Because right after, there would be mental confusion, anxiety attacks, seizures, aggressive outbursts, hydrophobia (throat spasms making it impossible to drink water), excessive salivation, and then... coma and death.

With every new trigger that makes me imagine nonexistent bats salivating or biting me, I try, I swear I try my best, to follow what my psychologist advises: 'Duda, one day at a time.'

There is absolutely NO reason for me to be as scared as I am. And even if the unlikely case of me being infected were true, there would be nothing more I could do. So why suffer in anticipation?

That's what I'm trying to tell myself right now as I attempt to slow down my heart after another failed attempt to sleep due to anxiety. I really need to sleep. And I'm really hungry. But the fear of being attacked while I sleep or that my mother contaminated the groceries with rabid dog saliva (who knows, petting a stray dog), manages to be greater.

I'm exhausted. I'm famished. I'm crazy. I'm almost giving up... Would it hurt less if I ended this myself instead of waiting for the Lyssavirus to kill me? (Sigh) no, no. I'm too cowardly for that. After all, it's the fear of death and what will happen to me afterward that's causing all this fear. What would be the point of hastening it... Well... Although there's no longer any meaning in anything I think or do. It would just be another contradiction.

One day at a time, Eduarda.

If I have to die many years from now, lying in a bed, very old, that's good.

If it has to be a month or two from now because of a fatal virus, so be it.

One day at a time. And trying to sleep now.

#vent #mental health #ocd #contamination ocd

[tetsunabouquet]

Heir To The Lands Chapter 14

Arriving Before The Entrance Masterpost

Kit and Ty had been preparing themselves for their travel to Faerie. They had tracked down the Tunnel of Dewshine, a mystical cavern entrace that only opened itself on the 3rd rainy day of the month. The tunnel system led somewhere deep under the North Sea, and there were technically three caverns leading to the Tunnel of Dewshine, one located just outside of Edingburgh, one on the Dutch island Schiermonnikoog and one near Mandal in Norway. There had been a fourth entrance in Denmark, but it had been wrecked by mundane construction sites a couple of deacdes ago. Not that the Faeries had let it happen without retaliation, almost every constructive worker had been cursed with a lifetime of sickness, and the project eventually got a lot of heat from the Danish government of having been suspected to have been working with dangerous chemicals, as to explain the reason why everyone got sick. Kit and Ty had created a big sack of everything they'd need, and Ty was annoyed Kit had packed too much. "This travel is going to be long. We need to travel more lightly." Ty stated. "If it were just the two of us, I'd agree. But I have a feeling Dru won't accept getting left out, which is why I texted her to find a way to get here." Ty blinked in surprise, that Kit had just included his sister like that. He didn't knew wether he should be feeling happy Kit was so sweet to Dru, jealous of their closeness or worried about losing yet another sister in conflict. Ty pursed his lips, deciding to remain silent until he knew what to say. But one thing he could say to himself, at least, and that was how happy he was to have Kit back by his side, being friends once more.

Dru bit her lip as she stalked around the abandoned hallways. It was night, and everyone had gone to sleep. She didn't wanted to abandon everyone without saying a word, she left a detailed letter to Thais, explaining where she was going and what she was doing. Thais would cover up for her, Dru knew she would. Yet, she felt guilty for slipping out in the middle of the night like this. "You know, I wish Tavi was wrong, but clearly she was onto something." Dru nearly jumped when she heard Zeynep's voice out of nowhere, and saw the tiny girl sitting in a corner. Dru's witchlight reflected on the thick glasses of Zeynep's pair, hiding Zeynep's eyes underneath the bright sheen. "Look, tell Tavi to keep her nose out of my bussiness and pretend you haven't seen me." "Dru, I know most people see us as intimidating and don't actually really know us so heads up, Tomas is right now on cloud 9 with Thais. Your brother is autistic like Tavi, right? You probably know how they like to think in doom scenarios. Tavi went over any potential scenario that could destroy their happiness and she's made it her mission to prevent every single one of them. However, because she doesn't wants to burn any bridges with Thais' friends, I am on look-out. " Dru sighed. Were all autistic people detectives? "Alright, I really have to go Zeynep, it's important. Like, Clave investigation important?" "Important enough to send a training Shadowhunter?" "It has to do with my family, trust me, please." Zeynep pursed her lips. "I'd like to, but trusting kids going behind the backs of the Clave has gotten lots of people killed, including your sister. Know what you're getting everyone into." Zeynep emphasized before she disappeared into the directions of the bedrooms. Dru swallowed, and with a heavy heart she left for the lake, where a warlock of little important who wouldn't rat her off, was waiting with a Portal. It was time to go back to the UK.

Ty and Kit had been waiting for almost an hour until they saw Dru pop up. She could see her brother was tense, and Kit was trying very hard not to look like they had spent most of the time in awkward silence. "Are you ready to enter Faerie?" Kit asked. Dru nodded, and much to her surprise, Ty took her hand as he led her into the glittering curtain of raindroplets and cobwebs, into the Tunnel of Dewshine. Kit followed after, and the mundane world behind them as they knew, vanished from sight in the luminous cave.

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[yourlocalcrowtamer515]

OH BOY GUESS WHO'S WRITING SCI-FI FANTASY STUFF NOBODY ASKED FOR

Anyway here's Body Dystopia chapter 1

"I saw an elf in town yesterday."

"Hm?" I looked up from the makeshift counter to see Camila had sat down on the table across the room. "Oh, I guess that's a little unusual but it's not like they aren't allowed in."

"True, true, just this doesn't seem like somewhere they'd really want to be is all." She picked up her toolkit and started tightening a screw here and there on her arm. Leaving it exposed the way she did caused it to wear out quickly while she worked, but she refused to cover it while she was on the job, preferring to bear it as a symbol of her veteran status in the mines and a warning to any greenhorn who might underestimate the power of the machines they had to contend with nearly every day.

Chuckling at the thought of anyone wanting to be anywhere in this wasteland, I continued packing our lunches for the day ahead. "Hey Cam," I called over, "you said we were checking out something big today, right? Got any more details than that? Compared to us everything on Rhea's pretty damn big so a little more clarification might be helpful."

"No sé, one of the newer groups just told me they found something interesting and wanted us to take a look. Said the biologist they took with them couldn't identify it herself." She set down her pliers and sighed, "Guess we gotta find something interesting down there eventually. Leave it to some kids goofing off where they shouldn't to be the ones to do it. Sounds like someone I know." She leaned back in her chair and smirked at me.

"Hey now," I laughed, throwing a tiny piece of this city's excuse for bread at her, "in my defense my job is inspecting the mines, it’s not my fault we don’t always want me to inspect the same things.”

“Well you haven’t gotten yourself killed so far so I'll let it slide, but I swear if you end up dying I’m not letting you go exploring without an assignment for a year.” She smiled as she stood up, crossing the room in only a few strides to put her arms around me, “Also I’d be sad I guess, so be careful, Em.” She let go of me, taking one of the now finished meals and putting it in her pack. “Well, I’m heading over early to train the new groups on how to go about investigating a new find. Come at your normal time, you’re leading the group that found whatever it is that’s so interesting. Oh, and tell them to get started on a group name.” With that she nodded and headed out the door into the clamoring streets of Veta Nueva.

It seemed a little soon to be leaving, even with plans for an early shift, but Camila was nothing if not punctual, and she had never been known to give all the details of her plans if she didn’t think it was need-to-know information. That didn’t really bother me, though, I’d come to trust the judgment of the woman who raised me, even if our methods clashed on occasion.

With Cam gone and my shift not starting for a few hours, I decided to take the time to go out to restock our supplies. There wasn't much we needed, the two of us weren't picky about food, so whatever was cheap usually sufficed, and as long as we kept the mine running the city provided our power and fuel, but some other essentials were running low. I stepped out into the busy streets of the domed city, and feeling the humid air on my skin, began my trip to the main shopping district.

The streets were quieter than usual, though still full of pedestrians. I wondered whether it was just an unpleasant day to be outside or if some sort of event was drawing people away from where I was coming from. My answer soon came to me in the shouting I began to hear echoing from a large crowd gathered in a vacant store lot. “And what about the rest of us? What about the ones who they deem unworthy of saving?” A man shouted to the gathering throng, “We barely have the housing and resources to keep us all alive as it is, much less if we try to pack us all into hap-hazardly built ships. Do you really think they plan to take everyone? No, they plan to exploit your labor and leave you to die!”

As I got closer I could now see the black and green banner a man next to him was holding, a symbol of the Cultivators who try to gather support to back large-scale ecological advances. They were the ones responsible for finding the process to convert the biological matter in Rhea into usable soil and farm penicillin in the plants grown in it. Without them we’d likely all be dead, though they are fanatics to a degree and often pushed back against anything they saw as inefficient use of materials harder than I tended to think was necessary, particularly, as seemed to be the case now, against the Stargazers, a group who have been trying to find a way to leave Rhea before it the resources dry up completely.

As the man continued the crowd seemed to thin out over the next minute until only a small gaggle of people remained, which seemed to upset him, but like the others I had heard my share of his shouting and continued on my way. I pondered what the right course of action really was, whether it was right to try to save a doomed ecosystem or abandon four centuries of work just for a chance to return to a home that we never knew and that probably forgot we existed decades ago.

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[ecoamerica]

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