#‘this is not made for you’ is sometimes a good thing to remind adults complaining about the immaturity of kids tv

[bella-goths-wife]

So I’m not sure if you’ve ever thought about this and it’s ok if it’s too awkward but…since Velvette is the only female Vee- does that mean she’s the one who takes care of Pet during her “time of the month”? Maybe the only one who can actually understand her.

How do the Vs handle pets time of the month

Warnings: weird dynamics, abuse, power imbalance, menstruation talk, sexualisation of pet reader

You knew how to handle periods pretty well

Sure they were different because of your new form, but it was still the same principles as before

It used to be a real problem back when you were first brought to hell and living on the streets

You had to do anything to be able to get some product to help with the bleeding, literally anything

So you’ve learned to suck up pain pretty well and you’ve definitely learnt to tough out your time of the month

But you also learnt a thing or two about how to manipulate men on the streets, and your period became a handy tool in this effort

If you told Vox that you were on your period, he would act like an embarrassed dad who just wanted to get rid of the conversation in any way possible

He found that your period gave him a reminder that you weren’t a child and he found it to be a constant reminder of your sexuality that he tries to desperately block off

Your menstruation is just another reminder that your an adult demon and not a childlike pet, and Vox almost sexualises you when it comes to your period

His first thought that comes to mind when you bring up your period is that you could possibly be having sex, instead of acknowledging that this is just a biological process your body goes through

So he allows you to get away with much more then usual and will sometimes allow you days off to spend in your room

Valentino has an opposite reaction, your menstruation actually humanises you to Valentino in a way that disgusts him

Your menstrual cycle reminds Valentino that your not just one of his toys and that your a undeadly living demon

Your real and not just made to fulfil his needs

So he’d start up his usual routine of inappropriate touches despite never being sexually attracted to you, and you’d mention your period and that’s all his interest lost in you

He’ll wrench his hand back like he’s just touched hot fire before looking at you with disgust, only seeing a person instead of his personal plaything

He’ll make some kind of fetish joke that will undoubtedly make you uncomfortable before sending you to your room for the day off under the guise that he’s such a good boss and he doesn’t want you to work while in pain

But the real reason is that he cannot stand being around you when your humanised in his eyes, when he can smell the blood on you and know that even his toy has a biological component

Velvette does not let your menstrual manipulation fly though

As she’s also a female, she also experiences menstruation

And when she’s on her period she will expect for you to dote on her like she were a sick person in private while keeping her tough girl act up in public

She’d have you absolutely pamper her and even hold her for a while when she feels emotional

So when your on your period you sometimes expect the same treatment, until you are reminded once again that you are not an equal to velvette

She’ll work you the same amount and will work you even harder if she hears any complaints

If you do complain you’ll be reminded of your time in the streets and velvette will remind you that you managed to overcome that so working for her while menstruating should be no big deal

The other two would try and get her to calm down on you but she’ll only double down and claim that your manipulation tactics don’t work on her

But she will insist on you sleeping in her bed while your menstruating

She becomes overly protective of you when your on your period, she claims that men will sense it on you and take advantage of you

It almost made you laugh how she practically facilitated Valentino’s sexual assault but became overly concerned with your well-being from other demons

So it’s almost like she becomes more clingy to you once your on your period, especially if you two sync cycles

If you two sync she’ll be working you to the bone and expecting you to pamper her while also being overprotective and not letting any men around you

And she’d also be emotional so the nights that your sleeping in her bed she’ll demand you hold her for hours on end despite usually hating affection

She craves the warmth and acceptance of a female companionship and relationship, but does not want to put the work into building a friendship

And your right there, her little obsession

You can fulfil her social needs and her cravings of a connection while being sworn to secrecy and programmed to answer her every command

And your menstruation reminds her that someone could try and take you, in a similar way to Vox she associates your menstrual cycle with sex and sexualises you with more fear then discomfort like Vox

She fears that you’ll enter a sexual or romantic relationship and she’ll lose you to someone else, despite her never craving a sexual or romantic connection with you

She wants to be your friend but that would mean acknowledging you as an equal which is something that she refuses to do

So you’ll remain her pet, her loyal mutt

Her little obsession

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[skyeslittlecorner]

Little Foras headcanon based on nothing but my silliness

After CH5, I fell in love with Hades. Especially Foras. The Kings' closest nobles act like magnets on me, what can I do. 👀 There may be light spoilers, but I won't post any screenshots in case anyone wants to read it and hasn't finished CH5 yet.

So, for me Foras is one of the youngest nobles, and this thought lives in my mind rent-free. Of course, he's an adult. But he is closer to a twenty-year-old when both Barbatos and Glasyal seem much more mature.

I recently went through the comics again to see them after what we learned about in Hades and this caught my attention.

Poor Foras, to be pulled by the horns. You know what it means to the devil.

This is the moment Leviathan accepted Foras as his nobleman. It's obvious that Barbatos has been here for some time.

Let me remind you what we learned from the event at Avisos. Beel told Amon, when he accepted him as his noble, that some devils find their calling on their own, while others need a trigger. Amon had just come of age. This may suggest that it is younger rather than older devils who feel this calling, since such a young man was considered as somebody who need to get a trigger.

Of course, we don't know what happened earlier, but Foras doesn't look very traumatized in this comic. It's possible he found Leviathan himself.

I don't think anyone will deny the next one. He's such a fanboy.

He resembles a teenager totally in love with his idol.

Levi, you complained that you didn't like the undying loyalty of your nobles, so what is it, you little liar?

No explanation needed.

As I promised, there will be no screenshots here, so as not to reveal anything specific.

In CH5 we saw that Barbatos and Glasyal (especially Glasyal) can oppose Leviathan. They do it in a respectful, clever way, but they are able to suggest to him that he should consider other options, and in such a way that he will not hang them (okay, Glasyal is hanged, but tell me straight in my face that he didn't want it). Foras, on the other hand, had no hesitation. What Levi says is sacred.

And what's more, he boasts a lot that he is Leviathan's closest subject. Not like he was better than anyone. He's just happy, genuinely happy.

Another thing, his behavior towards other nobles. He complains about them all a lot. Nothing particularly bad, but he complains about little things and it reminds me of that teenage attitude "look, I'm younger and I act more mature than you". Especially when he admonished them in CH5. It was just so cute.

Plus, he's curious. Very. Too much. Foras, did you really have to taste- well, we all know what this silly man did in sub story. Yes, I know it was "to check if the white liquid was not poisonous", but come on. This sounds like a cheap excuse. He saw it being made. He is a devil. Can't he put two and two together? Please.

Additionally, his shyness and insecurities. Of course, he's as eager for sex as any devil. But although Leviathan himself envies his horns, he asks us if they are really so nice.

Okay, at the end he was smooth as fu- Yes my princess yes I do I want gimme this beautiful horns

Of course, as a devil from Hades, he can doubt. No one has ever said a bad word about his invisibility, but they still doubt himself.

Shy bby i love you

Generally speaking, apart from Leviathan, we are the only people Foras comes to and he is obviously happy. In his scene when he comes to apologize to us at the very end, he is really polite. I've already compared it here to Sitri. Instead of on the lips, he kissed us on the hand. Cute. I will just add that his entire behavior towards us is charming.

Seeing all this, I feel like his attitude is a little immature, but in a good way. He wants to be serious, he tries, but sometimes enthusiasm comes out of him.

And this whole train of thoughts came to me only because I thought it would be funny if Foras was the last to appear at Levi's court and was immediately promoted to his right-hand man because of what a fanboy he is.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in 'hell' is bad #whb foras #ok maybe this is not that little #but now I am madly in love with him #i had to scream it out #ch5 did something to my brain #I still haven't forgiven him for holding us in his arms for such a short time

[noria-sweetie]

Wally x Reader - An Unforeseen Friendship pt.6

GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!

Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - You

After the laptop incident, you chose not to open your notepad for the next week. Within those days, you and Wally just lived life. Sleep, eat, play, talk, get the mail, eat, watch TV, talk, play, eat, talk, and then sleep. That was pretty much your life. Somedays were more fun than others, some just as relaxing as usual. Life was pretty good.

All of the things that you wanted to get Wally, you did. A dresser for his art supplies. He organized it himself. In the first drawer, he placed his coloring and drawing tools, in the second drawer he placed his coloring books and sketchbook and in the last drawer he placed his safety scissors, pens, pencils, and glue sticks. You got him the toy chest, the small potty, stay-at-home clothes, crocks, and some socks.

He didn't want any night clothes, he said that he loved sleeping in your white shirt, so you decided to just give him all of your old shirts for him to sleep in. Honestly, you weren't complaining, more money in your pocket.... just to spend it on a cubby system for him. You noticed that he was very organized and clean. He was like a little adult, but who had the speech pattern of a toddler and who had the mental compacity of a 12 but the actions of an adult. He was a sight to watch sometimes. But you quickly got used to it.

Monday - Friday, you'll work on your art commissions and sometimes answer emails and phone calls, while on the weekends it was your day off. Living with Wally became a bit of a hack for you. He would help you clean, cook and even get the mail! He was never far from you, always ready to help or join you on an outing, no matter how short it will be. Throughout the week, you got to see a personality within him.

Wally was very laid back, he was creative, and always daydreaming. He was very sweet and caring, always asking you if you need something, if you were happy, or if you were hungry. When you were busy with work he would always remind you it was lunch or dinner time. He'll even pull you away from work, telling you it was time to relax or go to bed. He was such a sweetheart.

You even forgot about the weird incident, and your slight fear left. Your notepad notes were never forgotten, but you never opened the note with the information behind Wally, you would always avoid it with a caution you never experienced. It made your heart race every time you opened your notes and your cursor would be on his tab by accident. You were honestly hesitant to ask him anything about these names and what he knew or remembered. You weren't scared of his reaction, but you were afraid of that feeling of being watched.

Many times you would hover your cursor over the little 'X' just for his tab, but you always thought better of it. You wanted to get to the bottom of it, but the reality of the fear was just too strong. But you wanted to uncover the secrets, you wanted to solve it, you wanted to... you needed to, something was always plaguing your mind yet always keeping you back, it was almost a form of hell. But whenever you would let the thoughts win, and you would get ready to open the notes, Wally would always stop you.

"It's time for Lunch."

"Look what I drew!"

"You need a break."

"It's time to check the mail."

"I'm hungry, can I have an apple?"

Wally would always catch your attention, and just like that, you'd forget and the feeling would leave.

It's been a month since you even last tried to open the notes, but you never forgot them, however, they weren't constantly on your mind. The fear of opening them left and you almost forgot what it even felt like. You and Wally were watching TV, it was some random Cartoon that Wally has recently taken a liking to, and it was pretty good. The thought of asking Wally a question came to mind, and so, for the first time ever... you asked.

"Wally? Why do you always draw our house with eyes?" You asked him, he was deep into his show when you asked him that. He looked at you. "Because Home is my friend and he's a part of our family." He said his eyes shining in deep honesty. You arched a brow at this. "Home is your friend?" You questioned. He nodded. "Me and Home have been friends forever." He said you nodded your head slowly, vaguely understanding what he was saying. "Is that why Home has eyes?" You asked

He shook his head. "No, Home is alive." He said a fond smile on his face. You sucked in a sharp break, finally putting the pieces together as a memory came back. 'Home, from the show... it was alive.' You thought as you remembered your notes. "So Home is alive, and it's your best friend? Who else is your best friend?" You asked him, as you propped your elbow on your knee and you rested your chin on your palm.

He smiled at you and he pointed at you. "You are!!" He said. You raised your brows as you pointed at yourself. "ME!?" You asked, you were honestly shocked at that. He nodded. "Yup!! You're my best friend in the whole wide world!! Home is my second best friend." He explained. You smiled at him. "You're my best friend too, Wally." You said in a joyful tone. He beamed at this. "I am glad, that makes me happy." He said your heart melted at this. "I'm happy that it does, Wally." You said.

Came that night, Wally took a bit longer to fall asleep, but he eventually did. But before he did, he spoke to you. "I like sleeping." He said in a drowsy voice. You were sitting up in bed, closing down your laptop for the night before you smiled at him. "Oh yeah? So do I." You said. He smiled, as he held his little apple closer. "I'm not used to sleeping." He added. You placed your laptop on the floor and you looked back at him once you sat back up.

A curious look on your face. "Oh yeah? How come?" You asked him. He stayed silent for a while, gathering his strength to speak once more. "Because in Home... the sun never sets." He said in a low voice. You were getting your pillow to lay flat on the bed so you could lie down, but you froze at this. "The sun never sets in home? Wally, what are you talking about?" You asked as you looked down at him, but he was already out like a light. You stared at him a little longer before you looked away from him, and you just sat there in thought.

You laid on down, digging under your pillow for your phone. You turned it on and you unlocked it, going straight to Google. You typed in 'Welcome Home TV Show 1969' and the same search you found a month ago popped up. You clicked on the sight, and you saw the familiar newspaper site. You scrolled up, scanning over everything you vaguely remember reading. At the end of the article, you saw a sight. '1970 Crash'.

You clicked on it, and a different newspaper article popped up. America's lovely little show, Welcome Home, has fallen off of the air. They refuse to give any answers as to why they took down the happy show that every American just couldn't wait to see on a Saturday morning. The press has been trying to get answers but Play Fellow Workshop and Ronald Dorelaine has gone into hiding!! All of their merchandise, puppets, and books have even gone missing too, we don't know what caused this sudden disappearance, but whatever it was, it was serious!!

You re-read the short article over and over again, trying to find any clues as to what caused it, but you couldn't find anything. You were tempted to log into your laptop so you could pull up your notes, but you needed sleep. You saved the website on your phone and you turned it off. You turned over on your side, facing the wall. Closing your eyes, you fell asleep, the article in your mind. Behind you, Wally was awake, watching you the whole time. He watched you go to sleep... and he watched till the sun came up.

"You're my new world, (Y/N). They don't even matter anymore... You're so much better, and you're so much more... real. I don't want to go back... I don't want you to know... it's lonely back there... I like it here... And I'm going to stay."

GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!

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[raccoonsrummagerostrum]

Yautja x preschool teacher reader

Yautja x GN! Preschool teacher reader

Word count: 521

Warnings: children, drama

Summary: being a preschool teacher has us ups and downs, but thankfully your lover is waiting for you at home ready to hear all about your day

A/N: this was an idea from a friend. I thought it was cute so here you go. @spacialshrimp

The yautja don't have a concept of work the way oomans do. So it took a lot to explain. School hours are from 8am to 3pm, but you have to be there by 7am, drop off starts at 7:30. And even though pick up starts at 3 it goes until 5, and even still there's this one parent who despite being told repeatedly that pick up ends at 5 and that you and the other teachers need to go home they keep showing up late, up to an hour late sometimes. Your lover finally put a hand on your shoulder, politely calming your rage induced ramblings.

The biggest thing that they didn't understand was child rearing. In yautja culture it is common for mothers to live in groups with each other, either in villages or on clan ships where they would raise the sucklings together. Caring for, feeding, and looking after each other's children. So when explaining that you and two other teachers were responsible for one classroom that made perfect sense, but you lost them entirely when you told them that none of the children are yours and more, the children all go home with their own family's at the end of the day. 

Eventually they come to accept your strange earth ways. They even find it quite endearing that you so dutifully care for the little creatures. Everyday they look forward to hearing about them. Some days you have nothing but good to say about the kids. You'll come home with drawings, crafts, and other trinkets that your kids have given you. Other days you have nothing but complaints. You try not to complain about the kids, and usually you don't need to, they're just kids trying to figure out how to be a person for the first time ever. No, your complaints are usually about the adults.  

If your job was just getting to play with kids, even with all the mess and smells that entailed then your job would be perfect. But there is so much more to it than that. You have to keep your boss happy, which is never easy given the mounting demands that she places on you. Some, not all, but some of your coworkers are the most catty, backstabbing, manipulative people you've ever met and it's a wonder they're even allowed around other people let alone kids. And the parents. Oh the parents. They're demanding, entitled, selfish, shortsighted, ignorant. Not all the parents there are few who remind you of why you do this job. But you have to desperately cling onto them like a life preserver in order to keep you going. 

However you come home after work, whether it's glowing from all the cute things your kids did today, or fuming at the abuse you had to  endure from the other adults, your lover knows how stressful your job is and makes sure to take care of you with a warm mug of your favorite cozy drink and some comfy cuddles. Allowing you to turn your brain off and just relax in the company of someone who loves you. 

#fanfic #yautja #writing #x reader #gn!reader #predator alien #yautja x human #yautja x reader #domestic #domestic fluff

[sluttyten]

UNHOLY | Chapter Two

full masterlist || UNHOLY chapter index

story synopsis: you’re a religious good girl when one day you find yourself sucked into a dark world of myth, legend, and creatures of horror. You never believed they were real, but now there are demons, vampires, werewolves, and so much more. In the magic and in the seduction, you begin to lose who you were and discover who you are. And most confusing of all? You want every bit of it.

genre: supernatural au, religious content & corruption, polyamory, plot! with (eventual) smut

characters: fem reader, yuta, ten, winwin, mark, others mentioned

length: 8,971 words

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The city is more alive than you first thought.

The empty square where you’d first arrived wasn’t at all an accurate representation of the rest of the city that these demons lead you through. Yuta strides ahead of you down the middle of a street devoid of cars or buses, Ten tagging along right behind you, chattering away excitedly though you’re not listening to him at all. There’s too much to look at, you can’t focus on listening.

Your hometown wasn’t a small town by any means, but it also wasn’t a huge city. Hell City, however, felt like it might put New York to shame. 

You’d been there once when you were young with your parents, doing touristy things around the city, staring up at the skyscrapers in absolute awe. The city had been loud and smelly, but beautiful and exciting all the same. You’d visited museums and seen the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, Times Square. Of course, you’d visited a cathedral in the city, and all of the statues and faces of stained glass had made you deeply uncomfortable throughout the Mass, squirming in your seat as you felt watched.

You’d been a child then, so New York City had felt like the biggest place in the world, but standing here in Hell City when you’re an adult, this place feels even bigger. It’s quieter and somehow smells better than New York, but it’s equally beautiful and even more exciting. The city reminds you of a semi-apocalyptic one. Empty buildings line the boulevard, broken signs and windows, trash blowing down the abandoned streets. Occasionally shadowy figures pass by on either side of the street, but you have your head tilted back, looking at the windows high above you that glint like jagged teeth or fiery eyes. Gray clouds swell around the tops of the very highest buildings here. 

But there is still life.

Distant voices echo down graffitied alleyways. Open doorways of buildings sometimes spill out light and sound, and one even puts out a delicious scent of Italian cooking and the sound of many voices and clinking glassware. 

As the buildings rise even higher around you, so you suppose Yuta is leading you into the heart of Hell City’s downtown, the people finally come out of the shadows, filling in the sidewalk. They pass between buildings, shopping and chatting, some walk quickly with determined gazes. There are more restaurants, a rooftop bar on the third floor balcony of a very tall building, bright gleaming lit screens that remind you of Times Square, though these advertise things that you can’t even comprehend.

As the crowd grows thick around the three of you, your demons close in too. Yuta reaches back, his arm touching against yours, and he says, “Keep close to me. Getting lost in this crowd is possibly the worst thing that could happen.”

Ten stands right behind you, not quite touching you. 

You obey, keeping close behind Yuta as he cuts through the increasingly dense crowd. When the air grows tight, when someone bumps into you from the side, you twist your fingers in the back of Yuta’s shirt, and you don’t even complain that Ten wraps an arm around your waist. The man that bumps into you hisses, eyes flaring a bright and unnatural shade of blue before his pupils expand into glassy black mirrors.

Ten hisses back, pushing you and Yuta forward. 

As the other guy slips away into the crowd, Ten spits some words in a language you don’t know, and he keeps his hold on you. “Some demons have no fucking manners,” he mutters. 

“Is everyone here a demon?” You ask, eyeing a group you pass by. All of them have red-tinged skin, black eyes, a few of them even have brutish horns curling from their heads. One glances in your direction, grinning and flicking a forked tongue out at you. 

Ten smiles. “No, not by a long stretch. This city is more like a safe haven for the supernatural. Anyone and everyone supernatural is welcome and safe here. We’re guarded from the rest of the world, but they’re also guarded from us. There are people that make sure of it.” 

“Is one of those people your Queen?” You stumble a bit over a crack in the pavement, knocking your chest forward against Yuta’s back, but Ten’s arm around you steadies you. “Is she here?”

Back in the graveyard, they’d told you that she’d demanded your presence, but somehow this city doesn’t seem to be the place you would find her. 

“No.” Yuta looks back over his shoulder at you. “She’s not here. You won’t actually be meeting her.”

You frown. Then why are you here?

Once again, as if he’s reading your mind, though perhaps your face is just easy to read, Yuta explains, “She really demanded your extraction.”

Ten clears his throat. “This is the world you’re meant for, darling. And she figured two devilishly handsome demons would be the perfect pair to welcome you in and make you comfortable.”

Yuta nods, his gaze flicking up to meet Ten’s. “We’ve already got a place lined up for you to stay.”

Distrustfully, you look between them. “That doesn’t sound promising.”

Yuta looks back at you, his warm eyes flashing under the lights of the downtown area. “Trust us, pretty girl. We’re putting you up somewhere nice.”

The conversation ends there, and Yuta and Ten guide you silently through the rest of Hell City’s crowded center, leading you about three blocks away, through streets that grow gradually emptier though the volume behind you reminds you that this is still definitely a living, breathing city. 

Yuta stops in front of a skyscraper that looks sketchy at best and downright dangerous at the worst. The bottom three floors look like they’ve been ravaged by fire–shattered and empty sockets where windows used to be, exposed beams that make up the walls and floors. Ash floats perpetually through the air, swirling up into a thick cloud when Yuta pushes open the front door. A chandelier dangles crooked from a beam overhead, nearly touching the floor in front of an abandoned doorman’s station. 

The fact that two old-fashioned elevators sit parked to either side of the doorman’s empty desk doesn’t make you feel any better about this place. The lift is one of those with the gate that pulls across the front, but the other three sides are made of the same grating with large gaps that mean, as Yuta and Ten corral you on board the super sketchy elevator to the left, you can see clear through the building on all sides. 

Whatever once happened here, nothing remains of the first three floors save this open-air elevator and the beams that keep this building from just collapsing. No walls, so the wind cuts straight through you. 

Up a few stories in the rickety lift, you discover that the building isn’t as decrepit and rotten as it had seemed from below. Some stable walls begin to appear, and slowly a building grows around you, solid and – while not totally inviting – somewhat providing a sense of safety.

More than two dozen stories up, the lift finally swings to a stop with much creaking and grinding of machinery. Yuta pulls open the gate, stepping out onto a solid landing. You follow.

There’s nothing up here other than an empty stretch of hallway in front of you and one single set of double doors.

“No neighbors?” You ask, feeling a shiver work its way up your spine. 

“In this city? Be glad for it. The last thing you want is a werewolf next door getting a little too annoyed with you, or a goblin with a penchant for breaking and entering.” Yuta slips a key from thin air, turning it in the lock. 

You can’t help but gasp in surprise as the doors open wide.

You were expecting a burnt husk of a room, one filled with grime and muck, or maybe one that resembled a dark, dank cell. What you get instead is a luxurious studio, like the nicest hotel room you’ve ever seen, spacious and richly decorated.

“Magic,” Ten explains happily from behind you. “Get used to it, darling. This whole place is run on magic.”

You half-expect the illusion to shatter once you step over the doorway, but the apartment is real. It has a small kitchen to the right of the door, an open living space, a raised platform with a bed. There’s a small bathroom on the other side of the kitchen. One full wall opposite the entrance to the apartment is all windows, letting in the unnatural orange glow of the sky, and there’s even a small balcony overlooking the city. 

This place has just the bare bones of essentials. 

A bed. Curtains around the windows. A table in the kitchen area. 

The bed doesn’t even have sheets, just a frame and a mattress. 

“Is this all I get?” You ask, staring at the uncovered mattress. “Or are we going on a shopping spree?” 

You think back to the crowded streets and all the shops. You’re not in any hurry to get back there, especially since you don’t know what kind of people you’ll find there. More demons? These two are already too much.

Ten pulls himself up to sit on the kitchen countertop across the room, his feet knocking against the cabinets beneath. “A shopping spree isn’t necessary. Didn’t you hear what I just said a few minutes ago? This whole city is run on magic. Ask and you shall receive.” He snaps his fingers and a fluffy pink pillow flops from the air down onto the mattress beside you.

You stare at it.

Yuta comes over to you, standing at the edge of the bed. “Life is simple with magic, baby girl.” He lifts a hand, tapping his fingertips beneath your chin. “What would you like? Ask for anything.”

Just ask for it?

“Can I have a glass of water?”

Yuta raises an eyebrow, but a half second later, there’s a glass of water in his other hand. You feel a tingle where his fingertips touch your chin, a shift in the air around you and him. There’s that tiny hint of sulfur in the air, but either you’re getting used to the smell or this manifestation didn’t cost Yuta as much as teleporting you from the cemetery to Hell City had.

He offers the glass to you, and you take it, feeling the condensation slick on the sides of the glass, cool beneath your touch. You hesitate as you lift it to your lips, but it doesn’t smell strange, and when you take a sip, it tastes just like water, cool and fresh.

“Do you want to learn how to do it?” Yuta asks, sinking down into a crouch so his head is level with your knees as you sit on the bed. “Anyone can do it, it’s magic.”

Magic.

You were raised to not believe in magic, taught that it was evil and unholy. That all things that had to do with the practice were corrupt and dark and would send you straight to Hell. 

But you’re in Hell adjacent, aren’t you? In a city called Hell, accompanied by a pair of demons who you can’t quite trust even as you struggle to find a reason not to.

Another fluffy pillow flomps into existence on the bed beside the first, and Ten grins at you from across the room.

“Alright,” you sigh, looking into Yuta’s eyes. “Show me.”

They give you a run down of the basics. The simplicity of life with magic. All you have to do is ask for something, to really want it, to picture it clearly in your mind, and there it will be – a glass of water, a large platter of pasta, a pair of fresh clothes, a set of soft sheets – anything you ask for. And once you get it, you get it. A thought and it would appear, materializing out of thin air. 

“There is no cost,” Yuta assures you when you voice that concern. “You can manifest whatever you want, free of charge.”

Ten leans back in amusement to watch as you materialize all sorts of things. He and Yuta laugh at the wonder on your face with each new arrival.

“Like a child.” Ten comes closer, teasing you, delighted by your delight when the sofa you’d been imagining pops into existence on the floor in front of the bed. Maybe you squeal in delight, rushing over to sit down on it, and it’s just as soft and comfortable as you’d hoped. Ten rests his chin on Yuta’s shoulder, and he says loud enough that you can hear, “She’s cute.”

Your amazement over the little things doesn’t fade. 

You keep manifesting small things, little trinkets throughout the next few hours even as Yuta and Ten sit there and watch. The sky outside never changes, always orange, though it perhaps darkens a bit more, but full night never seems to fall. 

“We’ll leave you here tonight, pretty girl,” Yuta says after several hours. You’re sitting surrounded, like a spoiled child on Christmas morning, with trinkets and blankets and clothes and bits of food around you on the floor. He stands, reaching over the mess to brush his hand along the top of your head. “You might not feel the need to sleep, but you probably should. Time passes strangely here in the city, and magic can’t always sustain you.”

Ten rises to follow Yuta toward the door, and as you watch them go, a strange feeling sinks into your belly.

“You’ll come back, won’t you?” The words leap out before you can stop them. 

“If I’m being honest,” Yuta says, “I’m not sure there’s too much that could keep us away. We’ll be back, baby girl. Remember what I said.” He steps out the door, disappearing into the shaded hall outside.

Ten lingers for a second, fidgeting with a small figurine you’d manifested earlier. A small black cat that had come out looking more like Ten than the one in your head, so you’d tossed it at him, and told him it was for him. Right now, he holds it lightly, cradling it in his palm. His expression takes on a more sincere look than you’ve seen him wear since you met several hours ago, and he says, “I just want you to know, Yuta and I had absolutely nothing to do with the deaths of your parents. Whoever the demons were that did that to them–” He shakes his head, and you wonder if he knows all the gruesome details.

Tragically, your nightmares are the imprints of the crime scene. You weren’t the one that found them, but in the interviews with the police, in the articles that circulated about the double homicide, you’d heard disturbing details and seen crime scene photos. Over the years, your horror has subsided somewhat, but there are still triggers that flood your mind with the images. 

“--They had nothing to do with Yuta or I. Our Queen of the Night has many different demons in her employ, not to mention there are reams of them that run rampant. There are those that are more violent and bloodthirsty than others, and I just really, really want to make sure that you understand, Yuta and I aren’t like that.”

You nod, staring at the cat figurine. 

“Ten!” Yuta calls from somewhere outside the doorway, his voice echoing and amplified. 

— — — — 

Your obsession with manifesting, your wonder at this entire city, neither would fade for at least another week. You don’t even stir from your apartment, content with just materializing books and music, food and drinks, clothes, games, crafting supplies, anything and everything you could imagine. 

Yuta and Ten keep their parting promises, returning the following day, and the one after that. With each visit, you warm more to them, trusting them and finding the little things that make them seem less like evil demons (as you’d been raised to believe) and just like people who are little different than what you’re used to. It helps that they soften as well, growing more friendly with each passing visit, intrigued by you as much as you are by them. 

The city outside your window hardly changes. The sky is perpetually caught at dusk, and even when dense gray clouds fill the sky and hang low enough that they almost seem within reach, they’re still underlit by an orange glow that seems to come from everywhere with no definitive source. You can neither tell day nor night, and sometimes you forget to sleep, the passage of time nonexistent until you manifest a clock for yourself. 

You’re not really sure how long you’ve been in Hell City, but it’s long enough that you’ve created a stocked library of books along one wall of your apartment, when Yuta and Ten barge together into your apartment. 

“We’re going out,” Ten announces, crossing the studio without even waiting for a greeting. He pulls on the heavy velvet curtains you’ve drawn over the balcony windows, yanking them wide open. “Get dressed.”

“Out?” You’d been lounging in bed, resting upside down with your feet propped up on the fancy headboard (one you’d manifested instead of the one original to the bed frame), reading a book (Harry Potter, finally, which you’re sure you would find much more fascinating if you’d read it as a child, or maybe if you weren’t being introduced to it after you’d already landed in a magical world) under the glowing strands of lights you’d also manifest, which now hang and swoop from the ceiling, filling the room with plenty of light and even a gentle heat.

Yuta brushes aside one of the strings of lights as he walks towards the bed. “Yes. We’re going out. You haven’t even left this room since you got here. We told you, you’re not a prisoner. Come out. Explore the city with us tonight.”

Ten pushes open the door onto the balcony, letting in a breath of fresh air. He tips his head back, breathing in deeply. “We’re going to miss all the fun if we don’t hurry.”

“There’s people who want to meet you.” Yuta says. He snaps his fingers and the wardrobe you’d been storing all of your clothes in throws its doors open at his command. “Get dressed.”

Neither Yuta nor Ten make any move to leave the room or look away as you sit up in bed, flipping around onto your knees. “I can’t change clothes with you right here.” Your modesty is still very much intact, even if you’ve corrupted your morals with all of this magic, with befriending demons, allowing them to steal you away from the Church. 

Ten rolls his eyes, smiling softly with affection. “Little saint, do you think it matters?”

“Little demon, why doesn’t it?” You throw back at him. “I know you’re demons, but fuck, give a girl some privacy.”

Ten opens his mouth to argue again, but Yuta appears beside him, covering Ten’s mouth with his hand. “Give her what she wants, Ten. I know you like her, but you have to make this one a slow seduction. Our sweet girl requires patience.” He winks once at you before he twists around, pulling Ten with him so they’ve both got their backs to you. Yuta fixes his hand on the back of Ten’s head, forcing him to stare straight forward. “Hurry, my love, Ten’s right. We’ll miss all the fun if we don’t hurry.”

You have a wide outfit selection after having spent however many days and hours and possibly weeks here in this room manifesting whatever you could dream of. 

“Wear something red,” Ten suggests. “I like you in red.”

The only thing you have in red is something you’d dreamt up just for fun, never meaning for it to be seen by anyone else. It was based on an outfit a character in one of the books you’d read had worn, and it was the tightest, tiniest silky red dress. An open back, with barely-there strings that criss-crossed over your back. 

“I, um, I only have–”

“Just wear it,” Ten says, and you swear he probably has eyes in the back of his head. “You made it, right? So, maybe even if it was just subconsciously, you want to wear it. No one here is going to judge you for it, darling.”

Ten’s words are all the convincing you need. It takes a moment to get it on behind the door of the wardrobe, tucking yourself out of the potential back-of-the-head eyesight of the demons. You materialize a pair of matching red fishnet tights, slipping those on beneath the dress, and a modest pair of flats.

The moment that they turn around to look at you, Ten takes one look at your shoes, scoffs, snaps his fingers, and suddenly you’re a few inches taller, teetering in heels. He’s right, and you know it. 

The rickety lift is the same as you remember it being on the way up. It sways and rocks in the wind that gusts through the emptiness on the lower floors of this skyscraper. You’re still a few floors up from the street level when you hear the first hints of music in the city. 

Yuta takes your hand when you reach the street, steering you in the opposite direction to where you know the heart of the city to be. He guides you down an alley, up a flight of stone steps set into a hill between two buildings. 

In the however long that you’ve been residing here in Hell City, Yuta and Ten are the only people you’ve seen since that first night. From up in your apartment, the streets look almost entirely empty. There doesn’t seem to be any public transportation here, and you’re up so high that you can’t really see individuals walking on the streets. You’ve seen occasional cars, but they’ve been few and far in between. Sometimes you can see lights around the cities like the screens in the city center or fireworks and parties. Now you’re down here among the people, you see others walking the streets. Some look like normal humans, like you. There are some unmistakable demons–black eyes, visible horns, spewing smoke and sparks. 

Yuta and Ten flank you as you pass by a group of men who gamble around a table outside what is apparently some kind of pub, but you realize they’re not just men when one of them roars in anger, leaping to his feet as he writhes and shreds his clothes, fur and claws and gnashing teeth appearing in an instant.

“Damn wolves,” Ten mutters. “Stay away from them,” he warns, curling an arm against your hip.

There are others too, creatures that you can’t identify on sight alone. Winged beings. Creatures with tentacles. Pale-faced women with sunken eyes and gaping mouths, staring at them for a little too long leaves you with ringing ears though they make no sounds you can discern. Short, squat men with rows of razor sharp teeth crowd outside a low door down one alley, gnawing at what look like bones.

It’s truly another world from the one you grew up in. 

And that’s proven even more true when Yuta and Ten guide you down a short set of stone steps bridging one level of this city to the one beneath it. You step from an open city street down into a party. It reminds you of a parking garage with sloping levels, but instead of oil-stained cement painted with parking lines and arrows and tire marks, the floor is black and white tiled in dazzling and mesmerizing patterns. Instead of bare cement block walls there are rich brocade curtains, velvet tapestries, shining wallpaper, graffiti artwork, and pieces of framed art that look suspiciously like famously missing artworks from the world you know.

Strings of lights weave through the ceiling, silvery and sparkling like miniature stars fixed into new and unfamiliar constellations among the black and navy and deepest purple fabrics that make up the ceiling here.

And there are people everywhere. The place is filled. People of all sorts–ones that look human and some that look decidedly not.

“Come this way,” Yuta says, his hand tapping your elbow as he sets off into the crowd. Ten sticks with you, his hand resting at your lower back, pressing you forward behind Yuta through the crowd.

Together, the three of you wend through the party, either of the demons calling out to other partiers that they’re familiar with, pointing out beings to you that you would otherwise have no hope of identifying. It’s only Ten’s quick hand on your back that saves you from walking straight through the path of a woman that faintly glows gold, pointed ears sit atop her head, a bushy fox tail waving behind her, but as the woman passes inches in front of you, her bronze eyes glare imperiously down at you. Goosebumps rise on your arms and legs, and Ten chuckles behind you, sliding right up against you as he runs his hands up and down your arms.

“Chilly, darling? I could warm you up.” He breathes against the back of your neck, the air heating like a warm summer day. 

You push away, hurrying to catch up to Yuta before the crowd can separate you.

Yuta leads the way through a small door tucked in a back corner. 

The luxury of black tile and artwork, as well as the simple beauty of shiny lights and draped ceilings, all fades away. You’re not sure that you’re still in the same party that you just were. There are still plenty of people milling around, but it feels like you’ve stepped out of one location into another. 

He leads you down a narrow path between two high walls, and it feels like you’re in a back alley, though there’s definitely still a ceiling over your head. You can feel the weight of the city above you, but you can also sense that there’s much more of the city beneath you and spreading out to either side. 

A city beneath the city.

Yuta leads you along deeper and deeper into this labyrinthine party. Cobbled floors make the way difficult to navigate in your heels, and Yuta reaches back to steady you when you nearly topple due to a loose cobblestone. Smooth black walls and dim lighting line this path, and as the alley begins to widen, you notice many half-closed doors lead off into new spaces, inviting music and conversation and laughter spill out.

You peek through one doorway, finding a vast room full of gambling tables, a variety of creatures gathered there. Before you move away, one of the women at the table nearest to you flips her hair over her shoulder, and you jump as you realize that the way her hair shimmers and falls in slow-motion waves isn’t due to her probably having a fantastic hair care routine but rather to the fact that her hair is snakes.

“Snakes?” You ask Ten in a hushed voice as he pulls you along behind Yuta.

“A gorgon,” he explains. “Lovely women as long as you don’t do anything to offend them.”

You can’t tamp down your curiosity, peering in through more of the doorways that you pass by, unveiling more creatures and wonders of magic. There’s one room with tinny, screeching music and pastel lights that flash and flicker through the narrow opening in the door, and a glimpse inside reveals a room that you at first believe is infested with winged insects until you realize they are fairies. The pretty pixies you know from childhood stories. 

You feel like your head has been on a swivel since the moment you stepped foot outside of the studio apartment, but as the path Yuta leads you on dead-ends at a door, at last you feel like you come to a standstill, staring straight forward when Yuta knocks on the door, and when it opens you see the room hidden inside.

It’s sacrilegious, the enormous mural hanging amidst a black curtain wall. 

A painting of the Madonna, the young mother Mary, holding her blessed infant in front of a kneeling man. Only that’s not all. The painting has been defaced with ugly, dripping slashes of red and childish scrawlings of devils horns on the heads of the figures. The part of you that still desperately clings to the religious beliefs you were raised on cringes at the sight.

A sign hangs over the door, and you can just barely make out the carved script that spells out “Covenant” before you follow Yuta inside. The man who had opened the door nods at Yuta first, gives you a cursory look, and then nods at Ten as well. No words are exchanged, and if they are, you aren’t listening, too caught up in silent horror as more defaced artwork is revealed. 

More artworks of both religious subjects and otherwise are displayed in this place. Paintings, carvings, mosaics, tapestries, even a few sculptures and reliefs line the walls. All of them are stripped in some way of their original beauty, whether that is by being splattered with paint, having been spray painted, drawn on, or (in the case of a sculpture of a nude woman, probably a Greek or Roman goddess) lipstick marks.

“Come along, pretty girl,” Yuta says, tapping the back of your hand, drawing your gaze away from the crude lipstick marks on the nipples of the sculpture. 

Your gaze sweeps across the room. 

This place reminds you a lot of the first room in this underground realm. Checkered tile floors, the artwork, and the sheer number of people in the room.

Music plays from somewhere in the room, a thrumming beat that the crowd moves to. They don’t seem to care that they’re all fully exposed in the light as they grind together shamelessly in the middle of the floor. 

The far end of the room holds a throne, occupied by one man who looks entirely comfortable perched atop it, looking out over the crowd while he drinks a glass of wine.

He is where Yuta leads you. “I want you to meet some of our friends.”

Passing through the partiers on your way to the man on the throne, you realize that this crowd seems to be made up entirely of humans. 

Now, you’re not sure about the specifics of who exactly resides here in this Hell City, but the supernatural creatures seem to outweigh the humans by quite a lot. So seeing so many crowded into one spot has you confused, and you’re right to question what you see because in this magical otherworldly town, everything is not what it first seems.

It begins when you notice two women making out in the crowd, one with her mouth on the other’s throat. And then you see a man dancing between another man and a woman, his wrists held to their mouths. 

And then it all suddenly clicks. 

“Vampires?” You ask, twisting around to look at Ten. 

He nods, pressing his hand a little more firmly against your lower back. “Yes. The leader of the coven is a good friend of ours. Now keep up with Yuta before these hungry vampires decide to make a little snack out of you. You're like a sweet candy tonight, all wrapped in your tiny little red dress. Makes everyone want a taste.”

“Well they can’t have a taste. I’m not a snack.” You say, quickly rushing forward to catch up to Yuta. 

“I beg to differ,” Ten says, appearing right beside you, his arm curling over your shoulders. “I, for one, could eat you up. One little bite, darling.” 

You glance sideways at him right as Ten dips his head, brushing his mouth against your shoulder. 

The heat that surges through you has nothing to do with his natural demon heat and everything to do with the way he and Yuta have been teasing you since they brought you here. 

You’re a grown woman. You have urges and needs, hungers that spring up, and here in this place you know no one. Shit, you hadn’t seen anyone other than the two demons until an hour ago. You hadn’t succumbed to your urges yet, though both of the demons had been doing their best to seduce you, but you still had some morals, which meant drawing the line at having sex with a demon. 

Though, having Ten’s lips on the bare skin of your shoulder weakens your resolve a bit. 

You keep moving, trailing behind Yuta, and Ten falls back from your side though his hand slips down your arm, his fingers dipping over your palm before slotting between your fingers. You squeeze his hand in yours, allowing yourself this much. 

You miss contact with other people. 

Even before their consensual abduction of you, it had been a while since you’d had physical contact with another person. There was the occasional brush of hands with a stranger when you handed over cash or a card at a register, but your friends weren’t the touchy and huggy sort. You’d had a boyfriend, but he broke up with you almost a year ago. He was the last person you’d kissed. He’d been the last person you’d had sex with. 

Having Ten’s hand firmly in yours is the most action you’ve gotten since then. 

As you finally reach the man on the throne, Yuta looks back at you, extending his hand. You take his hand as well, and there’s something that feels too right about holding hands with both of the demons. 

“I want you to meet Mark,” Yuta says, drawing you up beside him. 

You look up into the face of the man on the throne. 

He has a wide, honest face. He looks young and handsome, with dark eyes, a gentle smile. This Mark guy gives the complete opposite first impression as Ten and Yuta had. He doesn’t strike you as intimidating or scary or anything like that. Instead, you feel like you could approach him, trust him instantly. As your eyes are locked with his, you can picture yourself right now crossing the last few steps to the throne he’s draped across, taking a seat in his lap, trusting this man entirely with yourself.

It’s Ten that snaps you out of your trance.

His fingers touch your chin, forcing you to turn your head to the side, tearing your gaze away from Mark’s.

Yuta’s voice sounds cottony in your ears. “Don’t fucking do that. She’s not some toy we’ve brought you. Don’t play your little mind games with her.”

Mark laughs quietly from his seat, and he sits forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you already had a claim on her.”

“We don’t.” Ten releases your chin. “But if you’re going to try to seduce her, at least do it properly. Like we are.” 

You roll your eyes at Ten. Their seduction isn’t working on you. You won’t let it. Neither will you let this vampire seduce you. They are all unholy things, and you want no part in that.

Yuta’s hand trails up your arm, curling over your shoulder. “We’re here for the party, Mark. It’s her first time out since she came to join us, and we assumed you’d have the best party tonight. Where’s all the fun at? This is just turning into a blood orgy.” He gestures at the crowd behind you, all the humans baring their throats and wrists and one woman who is offering a very risque drink from her thigh, the vampire on his knees in front of her.

Mark just smirks. “Maybe this is the fun, Yuta. I think you and Ten would enjoy one of these parties if you gave it a chance.”

“Do you two drink blood?” You ask, quickly glancing back and forth between them. You’ve never seen either of them eat or drink anything, but they’re demons, so you’re not sure if they require any kind of food or drink.

Yuta’s hand drifts up to pet your hair, and then, to Mark, he says, “Really, where is the party?” 

The vampire lifts himself from the throne, still smiling as he says, “Follow me.”

Ten leaves your side then, hurrying to catch up to Mark, throwing his arm over the vampire’s shoulders and whispering to him until they’re both laughing. Yuta sticks with you, walking at exactly your pace as the four of you step around the throne, moving toward a passageway directly behind it.

The passage slopes gradually downward, and Yuta keeps his hand lightly on your arm to keep you from stumbling, which you’re grateful for when your heel catches on a loose cobblestone again. 

“Careful,” Yuta warns. “One slip, a scrape, a drop of blood and you’ll have the vampires going rabid for you.”

After that, you’re a little more careful where you place your feet, but these damn heels Ten put you in aren’t helping anything. Actually, no part of this outfit is at all helpful right now. The farther down this passage you descend, the cooler the air grows until goosebumps rise on your arms and legs. 

“Wh-Where are we going?” You ask Yuta, tucking yourself a little closer to his warm side. Mark and Ten are about a dozen steps in front of you, still chatting amicably with each other, but at the sound of your question, Mark twists around. 

“This is a secret entrance to Frozen Hell,” he explains, “The best underground nightclub here in Hell. It’s where all of the world’s vices and fantasies are played out. You’ll love it.”

Ten laughs. “She’s a saintly girl, a good girl. I’m not so sure that she will.”

“She’ll find something she likes, I’m sure,” Mark gives you another of his falsely-innocent smiles, and then faces forward again. 

There’s a curve in the passage, and then at last the four of you step out into a cavernous room.

Flickering flame-like blue lights hang from the high ceiling. Dark shapes,  which you suspect may be bats, flutter over the crowd. Music plays, pulsating through the crowd of supernatural creatures and humans that fill the dancefloor, they all move like the surface of the ocean, and it’s a wonder to see as you follow behind Mark down into the club.

People stop him as you all pass by. Other vampires whose eyes almost glow red in the dimness, whose lips drip blood. Stone-skinned bulky men thump him on the shoulder as you pass, and you watch Mark’s knees nearly buckle, but he keeps a smile on his face. There are short, squat men with droopy features. There’s a cluster of what you can only assume are fire spirits, flickering golden orange twisting shapes of women that twirl around Mark, brushing their fingers through his hair, leaving singes on the collar of his shirt. 

Everyone seems to know him here, and you’re not surprised when Yuta presses his lips to your ear, shouting to be heard over the pulsing bass of the music. “Mark’s one of the kings of Hell, basically. He owns half of the underground scene here.”

You don’t understand this whole underground thing. Do they call it that because it’s all literally underground? Because where you’re from, “underground” is that way because it’s usually illegal things, hidden from the sight of the law and other moral powers. But here there doesn’t seem to be laws, nor is there a higher power to judge them for all of their sinfulness and indecency. They’re demons and monsters, for God’s sake. They have no one to hide from.

Mark and Ten lead the way to a private booth. A velvet bench seat curves around a circular table, another one of those strange flame-like lights casting its blue and black shadows over the booth.

Ten and Yuta fit you between them, Mark sliding in on the opposite side. All he has to do is snap his fingers and a tray appears on the table, laden with drinks. A martini glass filled with a liquid that looks to be black in this light, but as Mark lifts it between two fingers, you begin to strongly suspect that it’s actually just a very deep red–a blood martini topped with flakes of silver, and something else floats in the murky liquid that you don’t want to get a closer look at. There’s a glass of clear liquid that gives off a fog that seeps down the sides of the glass and creeps over the table’s surface. Several shot glasses of something shimmery and lilac. A champagne flute that gives off actual bubbles that float into the air before popping when they meet the flickering flames of the light overhead. And lastly, a small, shallow glass containing a milky light green drink that gives off a citrusy spice, something like licorice.

Mark takes the martini glass, Yuta reaches for the smoking one, and as you reach for the green one–intrigued by its scent and appearance–Ten slaps your hand away quickly. “You don’t want that one, darling. It would knock you off your feet with just a drop.”

All three of them watch as you instead take the bubbling champagne. You open your mouth, catching one of the bubbles as it takes flight, and it pops in your mouth, coating your tongue with a warm apple flavor. And when you take a small sip of the drink itself, your senses of smell and taste are both met with a taste so poignant you are temporarily blinded by a memory of sitting in the kitchen of your parents’ home when you were little, waiting at the table as your mother pulled an apple pie from the oven.

You’re not sure if it’s a real memory or not, because up until that moment you didn’t remember that ever happening, but now it’s there as you take another sip, a nostalgic memory on the tip of your tongue. 

The more of it you drink, the looser your tongue grows. Soon, you’re chatting animatedly with the vampire and the two demons you’ve found yourself in the company of. Yuta looks highly amused by you as you giggle and lean against Ten. Ten just watches you affectionately as he brushes your hair back from your face. And Mark has a look of curiosity and intrigue, his gaze touching on yours, tainting your thoughts again with images of you climbing into his lap–though you’re not so sure he’s doing it or if it’s just your horny mind giving in to the thoughts of need and his attractiveness–and his eyes wander repeatedly down to your chest, the low dip of the dress that seems to slip even more as you imbibe more drinks–knocking back the shots of shimmering purple with the three of them, a cocktail that literally looks like a sunset captured within a glass, topped by a gummy hot air balloon.

You’re having a great time.  

And when the urge to dance overcomes you, Ten and Mark both take you away to join the dense crowd of dancers. Yuta remains behind at the booth, but you can feel him watching. His gaze tickles against the back of your head as you split away from Ten and Mark to just enjoy yourself, and you know that you’re fine because Yuta is watching you. You can feel Ten checking on you occasionally even as he fits himself against another dancer.

You’re just having fun, the most fun you’ve had in a very long time.

Even when you’re in the crowd of monsters, sliding by someone who has tentacles, avoiding the trailing hem of a ragged old woman (or maybe she’s actually very young and beautiful, though under the shifting lights, you can’t quite tell), you’re having a good time. There are humans too, you realize. People who accidentally or intentionally come in contact with you, or who at least meet your eyes in the crowd, and you don’t get a weird feeling from them.

You’re enjoying your time by yourself, dancing alone until a man approaches you. A human, you believe, judging by his lack of extra appendages, odd-colored eyes, no fangs, and the general lack of demonic energy. He’s got soft edges, you think hazily, looking up at him, at the styled swoop of his black hair, solid eyebrows over warm brown, angled eyes. His lips are full and pink, and you’re probably well on your way to drunk, so you just want to kiss him.

He smiles at you. “Can I dance with you?”

You agree, because why the hell not.

He’s tall and handsome, and there’s something about him that seems just pretty but also very masculine. You feel a tingle along your spine as Ten brushes by you, glancing back over his shoulder and lifting his eyebrows in surprise as you and this stranger begin dancing together.

Some of your friends, back in your life before Hell, had found it funny how you grew up so conservatively, how you still clung to the majority of your conservative religious views. But there were others that you flaunted so easily. Modesty, generally, was something that you still held in high regard. But they’d known you to go out with them to bars and even a club or two, to dance with strangers, once or twice you even went home with strangers. Your openness with sexuality was one of those things that had surprised your friends.

And you can tell now, that it surprises Ten too. You’re a good girl, a religious girl in his eyes. A little saint.

Now here you are dancing with a stranger in a supernatural nightclub, deep underground, in Hell City.

You can still feel Yuta watching you, and when you look in the direction of the table, he’s staring right at you, watching the sway of your hips against the man behind you, the way the man’s hands touch you over your dress. You’re sure he’s still watching after a while when the man leans down, his lips against your throat as he asks if you want to go somewhere more private.

And you do. You’re feeling truly carefree and light-hearted for the first time since Ten and Yuta had shown up in your life, you’re a little drunk, a little horny, and he’s attractive. And what the hell, you’re in Hell. May as well do something like this, right?

“What’s your name?” You ask, as he takes your hand in his bigger one, as he starts to lead you away through the crowd. 

“I’m WinWin.” He shouts to be heard over the booming synth music that’s just begun playing. “And you?”

You’re not entirely sure that he actually hears your name when you shout it to him, but he nods, and keeps walking. There are several rooms and corridors that lead away from this club space, and a little voice in the back of your mind questions how deep this place goes. How many layers are there to this city that you just keep going deeper and deeper with no sign of the bottom of this labyrinthine party?

WinWin leads you down one of the corridors. There’s a little more light in this one, and you hate that he looks even more handsome in clear light. You can’t wait to get to wherever he’s leading you. 

You tug on his hand, and WinWin turns around. He comes easily when you pull him against you as you back against the wall of the corridor. He looks so pleased as he lowers his head over yours, and you tilt your head back, lifting on your toes to kiss him.

His kiss tastes like whiskey, and it’s equally as intoxicating. 

You’re sucked in, drunk on kissing WinWin, on tangling your arms around his neck, moaning encouragingly as he touches you. His hands feel warm against the bare skin of your shoulders and upper back, against your bare thighs when he reaches down to slip a hand beneath the short edge of your dress.

One moment he’s there, covering you in his heat, his mouth against yours, and his hands beneath your dress. The next, you’re staring at him pinned up against the wall, Yuta’s forearm pressing against his throat. 

Snarling and growling and hissing fill your ears.

Yuta’s teeth are bared, eyes black, heat comes off him in waves, and there’s the bite of brimstone in the air. 

In comparison, WinWin’s teeth are also bared. 

It’s only now that you realize he’s not as human as you’d thought.

His canines have extended, a low growl rolls from deep in his throat. His eyes glow amber like a wolf.

A werewolf.

“Didn’t you listen earlier?” Yuta hisses, and you know the question is directed at you even though he doesn’t look away from the werewolf he has against the wall. “Ten told you to steer clear of wolves, and what do I find? You’re about as close to one as you possibly can be.”

WinWin growls again. “What’s so bad about wolves, demon?”

“Everything, mutt.” Yuta presses his arm harder, forcing WinWin’s chin up for a moment, the wolf's eyes flare, and then Yuta steps back. When he reaches for your hand, you pull away, shrinking towards WinWin. Yuta’s eyes get that fiery glow deep within the blackness as he watches this, and he hisses between his teeth. “Wolves just want to fuck everything that walks by, breed any pussy they come in contact with. Do you want to get fucked full with a litter of werewolf cubs, baby girl?”

Beside you, WinWin scoffs. “She’s human, right? She won’t get knocked up. Not the first time anyway.”

Heat blooms inside you. Embarrassment, surprise, all sorts of emotions washing together. You don’t necessarily like the image Yuta’s painted in your mind, but there’s something else about it that you oddly are into.

WinWin drapes his arm over your shoulders. “I promise you, you’ve never had dick like a werewolf can give you.”

Tempting. Very, very tempting. But still, you’re reminded that WinWin’s a werewolf, just as supernatural and wrong as the demons you’ve been denying since you arrived here, just as sinful and different as the vampire Mark. You cling desperately to the little virtues that you have left to you, clutching them to your heart.

You want to run, but you’re so deep underground right now, you’re not even sure which way to go. 

So you drop. 

Flight. Fight. Freeze. 

And once again, you choose to freeze.

You sink down, dropping your forehead against your knees. Your ankles wobble, unsteady on the heels, and you lose your balance, falling flat back on your butt. 

“I want to go home,” you mumble, feeling foolish tears rising to your eyes. You repeat, “I wanna go home, Yuta. Take me back like you promised.” 

WinWin shifts uncertainly on his feet. Yuta clears his throat, and you hear him shuffle forward, feel the air move as he crouches down in front of you. His hand lays against the back of your head. “You don’t mean that.”

You blink quickly to get rid of your tears before you lift your head. “I do mean it. I want to go home. To my home.  I’m tired. I don’t like it here anymore.”

“You’re drunk,” Yuta says, his tone soft as he pets your hair again. He says your name quietly, imploringly, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours. “You’re just drunk. I’ll take you back to your apartment, you can sleep it off, and tomorrow when you’re sober, we can think this over again.”

“Fine,” you agree. “But I won’t change my mind.”

Yuta stands up, holding his hand down to you. “We’ll see, sweet girl.”

WinWin is still waiting there beside you. His amber eyes have faded back to warm brown. His canines have shrunk back to normal. All traces of his wolfism are gone, and you want to give up on that pesky voice that sounds disturbingly like your mother telling you not to involve yourself with these creatures. When you return home, you still want there to be some purity left on your soul, and fucking a werewolf probably would destroy the last of that.

Yuta tries to tug you away from WinWin, to lead you back down the corridor to the club, toward the exit, but you stand your ground. WinWin looks down at you, his lips turned downward into a pout. 

“It was nice meeting you, WinWin. Maybe under different circumstances, in a different world, this would have worked out better.” You say by way of apology. “I just don’t fuck with the unholy.”

He bares his teeth at the sound of that word. Unholy. “Unfortunately, you’re in the den of unholiness, princess. And there is no escape”

His words fall straight to the pit of your stomach, but Yuta’s already pulling you away. 

Ten is located quickly, a brief goodbye given to Mark, and then Yuta is rushing you out of the underground club, up through the winding corridors and throngs of vampires, demons, and unknown monsters. Once you’re aboveground, standing on the city street again, Yuta closes his arms around you. The world flashes, flickers, and falls into place again.

This time the teleportation makes you incredibly dizzy, so you close your eyes, and when you reopen them you’re standing safely inside your apartment. 

Alone.

You don’t bother taking the dress off or washing away the stink of the evening’s adventures. You collapse into bed, and forget everything for a little while.

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#nct smut #nct fics #ten smut #yuta smut #winwin smut #mark smut #wayv smut #nct 127 smut #unholy

[stargazer-sims]

The Art of Redemption

(part 14)

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Eden's cousin leaves halfway through the group class.

For students Eden's age, most of the caregivers don't hang around to watch the class. Stan's grandson Marek and three little girls Nikolai doesn't know are also in the class and they don't have any adult caregivers present either, so Eden being there without an adult family member isn't odd from Nikolai's point of view. It's the fact that the cousin would just get up and disappear before class was over that unsettles him, particularly because now class actually is over and another one will be starting soon, and there's no sign of anyone coming to collect Eden.

For his part, Eden doesn't seem bothered. Once he has his skates off, he happily climbs onto the bench and plops himself down next to Nikolai with a cheerful, "So, what did you think? Everybody in our class is really good, right?"

Eden is so tiny, the toes of his boots aren't touching the floor, and Nikolai has to remind himself that the boy is only a few months away from turning eleven. He smiles. "Everyone in your class is really good, but I'd say you and that red-haired girl are the best."

"Oh, that's Everleigh," Eden says. "She totally is the best. She wants to do pairs when she gets older, and she has a big crush on my friend Marek, but he thinks girls are gross. I like girls, but sometimes I think I like boys too, but actually I don't want to date anybody because I have to think about my career first. Are you dating anybody?"

"That's a lot, Eden. Are you always this talkative?"

"No," Eden says, casually swinging his little legs. "But, I like you."

"To answer your question, I'm not dating anybody. I'm married."

Eden nods sagely. "My dad says marriage is sacred, but I don't know about that. I think it just means you have to pay a lot of bills and complain about things like having to change the oil in your car or somebody leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor."

Nikolai laughs. "Not going to lie, I like your definition better. It's more accurate, from my experience."

"Does your wife complain about you leaving towels on the floor?"

"Yeah, and sometimes I complain about her doing it too. She complains about my cat shedding, and I complain about how long it takes her to get ready to go anywhere."

His and Anya's problems aren't nearly that trivial or innocent, but he's not about to tell a ten year old child that his marriage is in shambles and he's all but made up his mind to ask his wife to agree to a divorce. This is assuming he can work up the courage, of course. He doubts Anya will make it easy for him in any case, and he's not looking forward to the confrontation.

"I'm never getting married," Eden declares.

"Good choice," says Nikolai.

"Yeah. Yi-Joon says I'm probably going to be too high-maintenance for anyone to handle anyway, but y'know what? I'm okay with that."

"Yi-Joon?" Nikolai inquires.

"My stupid cousin," Eden clarifies. "He came here from South Korea last summer to stay with us for a year and learn English. He's so annoying. All he does besides go to language school is watch K-dramas and talk to girls on the phone and go to expensive coffee places. I don't think he even likes sports."

"We aren't all going to like the same things," Nikolai says. "Life would be kind of boring if we were all into the same stuff, don't you think? Our differences are what make us interesting."

"Maybe, if people respected what other people were into."

"Do you respect what your cousin is into?"

"He can like K-dramas if he wants to. I don't like them, but I don't try to stop him from watching them, and I don't make fun of him for it."

"That's all anyone should reasonably ask for."

"I think so too, but it's like I'm asking too much when I want people to respect what I like. I want Yi-Joon to stop making fun of me about skating. And my parents... they don't even get that It's not just a hobby. I really want to do this. Like, to be a real athlete."

"You want to know something?" Nikolai says. "My parents don't get it either. They've always supported me, but I'm not sure they've ever really understood my love for skating."

"At least they supported you," says Eden. "My parents want me to stop skating."

"Yeah, so I heard."

Nikolai glances down at the ice, where Beth-Anne has just returned and is now setting up her orange cones for the next class, which is a group of preschoolers. A different group than the one Gabriel Torres is in, he'd learned. Beth-Anne has two preschool groups, and this morning on the way to the rink she told him she's hoping that he'll be able to take over teaching one of them by autumn. He wonders if he will be.

"You know what I'm worried about?" Eden is saying.

"What is it?"

"I'm a kid. I'm not allowed to decide anything important. If my parents decide I have to stop skating, I'm gonna have to, and by the time I'm old enough to decide anything for myself, it's gonna be too late." He sighs, sounding far older than his ten years. "If Beth-Anne can't make them understand, my dream is basically dead. My parents are gonna kill it, and if that happens I don't know what I'm going to do with my life."

There are probably a thousand different responses Nikolai could make to this. He could say there's life beyond skating and that Eden's too young to stress about what to do with the rest of his life, or he could just offer some platitude about trying not to worry. But, he realizes he doesn't want to say any of that, because Eden is right.

If Eden's parents make him quit skating now, by the time he has the autonomy to make his own choices, it will be too late to be competitive in the way he clearly wants to be. Nikolai recognizes Eden's passion for the sport and his drive to succeed. It's the same energy and intensity Nikolai had; the same obsession that carried him to six top-three finishes at the World Championships, to his two Worlds gold medals, right up to the moment when he crash-landed in Taiwan.

No, it didn't end there, whispers a small, insistent voice in his mind. You still love the sport that much, and you can still succeed in it, just in a different way.

He turns to fully face Eden, who's starting up at him expectantly. "You know how I said I'd like to be your coach some day?"

"Yeah," Eden says.

"I meant that."

"I believed you," Eden tells him. "But, what's that got to do with my future if my parents make me give up skating? If I'm not skating, what'll I need a coach for?"

"Exactly," Nikolai says.

Eden looks perplexed. "This isn't helping."

"Don't worry," Nikolai says. "I am going to help you."

"How?"

"Your parents are worried about you getting hurt, aren't they?"

"Yeah," Eden confirms. "Like, all of a sudden, for some reason. It's not like I just started doing jumps or something. I could do a waltz jump when I was six and I did my first single jump when I was seven, and I fell loads of times before I got it right. My parents have seen me fall a bunch of times, but they never seemed too worried about it until this January or so."

"Maybe because it never occurred to them before that a fall could completely change your life."

"What do you mean?"

Nikolai gestures down at his leg. "I mean, it could literally change your life. I'm never going to compete again because I seriously hurt myself when fell at the Four Continents back in January."

"Wait..." Eden frowns, his delicate brows scrunching together in concentration. "You got hurt in January? Do you think my parents know anything about that?"

"I don't know," Nikolai says. "Your parents and I have never met. Do they watch competitions on TV or read sports news online?"

"They watch competitions with me sometimes, but I don't know if they watch stuff by themselves or look at anything on the internet. But... you don't think they're trying to make me stop skating because one person they don't even know got hurt, do you? 'Cause like, that's kind of stupid."

"To tell you the truth, I have no idea why they're trying to make you stop," Nikolai admits. "All I know is, somebody has to convince them that it's not a good idea."

"Somebody... like you?"

"Yeah, that's kind of what I had in mind."

"Really? You'd really do that for me? You don't even know me very well yet."

"Not yet, but I'd like us to get to know each other. Besides, you've got way too much talent to throw away your opportunities. Plus, I've seen you on the ice and it doesn't take a genius to know how happy you are when you're skating and how much you love it."

"I do love it," Eden says. "If skating was a person, I'd probably marry it."

"I thought you said you're not getting married."

"I'd make an exception for skating," Eden says. "You know, 'cause I'd want us to live happily ever after with all our medals."

"And you wouldn't complain about wet towels on the floor, or damp, stinky skate stockings?"

Eden giggles. "Maybe a little bit about the stockings. They do get pretty gross. Beth-Anne says when I get a little older, I won't have to wear them any more. She says I can just put my bare feet in my skates if I want to."

"That's pretty gross too, honestly," Nikolai says. "Trust me, I know. But, you'll be able to feel your edges better with nothing on your feet. That'll be important when you start competing."

"If I start competing."

"When," Nikolai repeats.

Eden hesitates for a beat, but then looks up to meet Nikolai's eyes and echoes. "When."

"Good," Nikolai praises him. "You have to believe in getting what you want. That's part of how you succeed."

"You're already coaching me," Eden says, sounding a little amazed. "You really did mean it."

"I'm not..." Nikolai begins, but then quickly realizes Eden isn't wrong.

How many talks has he had with Stan and Beth-Anne over the years about things only tangentially related to skating? Coaching is more than helping an athlete perfect his technical skills. It's also about helping him with his self-confidence and his overall attitude. It's about being a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a teacher about life as well as sport, a mentor, a confidant, a friend, and sometimes a disciplinarian. Beth-Anne has done all that for him and she's still doing it, and the thought that he's already able to pay her kindness and wisdom forward fills him with an emotion that feels like a mixture of astonishment and pride.

He smiles and offers, "You know what they say. Practice makes perfect."

Eden returns the smile. "I think you're going to be a super great coach, Nikolai."

"Thanks," he says.

"When my parents come to pick me up, you should tell them you're going to be my coach."

"I don't think—"

"Yeah, you should! You want to do it, and you said it's important to believe in getting what you want."

Nikolai grins. "So, you're obviously paying attention."

"I'm a great student," Eden says. "Anyway, the way I see it, you can't be a coach without a student, and Beth-Anne already said I'm gonna need a different coach when I get to Junior division, so I think we have to help each other get what we want."

"Okay," Nikolai says. "I'll talk to your parents when they come to get you, but maybe leave the strategy to me for now, all right?"

"Okay," Eden agrees. "This has got to work, though! With you and Beth-Anne both talking to them, they have to change their minds!"

Nikolai has to concede that Eden's enthusiasm is infectious, and he wants to be as optimistic as his potential future student, but he has the unfortunate reality of experience looming over his shoulder. He hopes the parents can be convinced to let their son continue skating, but he's enough of a realist to know that it may take more than the opinion of a stranger to sway them.

"Like I said before," he tells Eden. "I can't make any promises beyond promising to do my best."

Eden reaches over and pats his hand. "I believe in you."

Unexpectedly, Nikolai feels a lump in his throat. He barely knows this kid, but for some reason he already feels a connection with him.

Is this how Beth-Anne felt about me that first day? he wonders. He files the idea away so he can ask her about it later.

His very next thought is, I cannot let this child down.

He has no clue how he's going to do it, but somehow he has to make Eden's parents understand what's at stake. It's not just competitions and medals. It's Eden's well-being, his sense of purpose. His raison d'être, as Anya's coach Isabelle might say.

Nikolai remembers how he'd felt, hearing the doctors in Taiwan saying that he'd never skate again. To say his very soul had been crushed wouldn't be enough. It'd been as if his entire world shattered into a million pieces around him. He'd barely been able to survive that, and maybe he's not completely out of the proverbial woods yet. If it's this difficult for an adult, he shudders to think of what losing something so important would do to a young boy like Eden.

And what sort of second chance would Eden get? Unlike Nikolai, he doesn't have a new opportunity waiting for him to transition into.

Nikolai recognizes he's lucky. Coaching is a natural progression for him, especially with the knowledge that he'll be able to return to the ice soon and with Beth-Anne ready and willing to train him. It all became more tangible when his doctor here told him that not only would he make a full recovery but that he'd still be able to skate. His aching heart had swelled with hope at that news.

Now, it's growing again with a new surge of determination. He wants to succeed for Eden, but even more so for himself. The future doesn't seem as bleak and scary any more, and he wants more than anything to make it evolve into a scenario in which he isn't merely settled and unafraid, but happy, thriving and fearless once again.

#writing #the art of redemption #theartofredemption #nikolai pavlenko #eden seong #stargazersims

[almostdeath]

I made a promise and I kept it. Here is the one shot. Its relatively small but I really like those boys.

LN!Quackity/Glatt

No actual warnings, alcohol, casino and other adult topics are there but no NSFW. Enjoy!

Good luck kiss

A cacophony of voices could be heard outside the walls of the casino, as a new day has begun or well, it would be more accurate to say that the day in the casino never ends. In the city where the majority of humanities vices are legal, the casino is open 23 hours a day, the hour in which a massive break takes place is the time where the business restokes the storage of beverages and food, emptying the machines of the money that people mindlessly lose with the hopes of luck being on their side. Some processes can be seen as automated as the machines and cash register seem to open on their own without a key needed. Though its not the advanced technology that makes it possible but rather a spiritual power.

Glatt was sitting on the bar stool next to one of the most profitable parts of the establishment, some may argue that the only money spend on the drinks is coming from the ghost himself, but he brushes those jokes aside, as they are way too obvious in his opinion. The ghost was leaning back, sipping on the burning booze that was filling up his glass but had no effect on him, using the free hand to wave around with fingers, manipulating the machines to open and empty themselves out. The days were passing in a routineus manner, not that he could complain, after losing the bet, he was in a rather “Win-win” scenario. He can stay and be his own person, instead of being in the need of bringing his alive version back, he had a place to stay, he had a clear purpose, and he was partially in control of things. It did remind him of Manbergs better days with one, noticeably clear difference. Quackity. The duck hybrid clearly changed. Besides of the obvious scar and a different outfit, he seemed more confident, not as naïve, and gullible, he may still not be the tallest person in a room, but he had the voice of a man, who knows what he wants. It wasn’t aligning with Glatts memories of him but sometimes, he could still see the man that he once married. The short-lived stutter in his voice when the ghost calls him an older pet name, the genuine smile that reaches the ducks eyes when he interacts with the younger members of Las Nevadas, the willingness to accept piles of works. The last part caused the ghost to furrow his eyebrows. He couldn’t remember why there were so many piles and why he simply left them on his VPs desk. It didn’t matter now but the holes in his memories were wearing a rather frustrating character. The man shook his head before his dead, amber eyes caught the glimpse of yellow feathers, when the owner of Las Nevadas let himself fall on the stool next to him.

Glatt let out a low chuckle before causing a bottle of strong beverage to float and pour its own content in another glass, pushing it towards the duck hybrid. Quackity looked at the ghost with his one seeing eye before stretching, putting one of his arms on his elbow, letting out a groan, stretching till there was an audible pop in his spine, causing his feathers to ruffle, puffing out before he relaxed his whole body, slamming his arms on the table and allowing his wings to fold tranquilly on his back., wrapping his fingers around the glass with the amber liquid in it, splashing against the transparent walls. -Rough hour boss?- there was a smirk on Glatts face, emitting a slight mockery as…yes in terms of their deal, Quackity would be his boss but none of them really used that term. The duck hybrid only rolled his one good eye, as the other kept unmoving. -As you can tell. We couldn’t get any lobster, so now three of the main dishes on the menu have to be scratched from it, till we get a delivery, two of the staff called in sick and I had to make a few phone calls to get a replacement, Fundy is complaining about needing a parental leave….he knows that we don’t have that here, right? Nowhere in the contract it says that this would be provided. So…I said that he can bring the kid if he has no nanny on this server.- the owner of the casino took a bigger sip from his drink, letting out a hot sigh and slamming the glass on the table, grimacing from the burning sensation in his mouth and throat, causing the ghost to burst into a laughter, which caused the colourful lights of the various machines to flicker. -Ya know, when I asked, I didn’t really think ya would dump this shit all over me but eh…ya know, my advice would be, buy frozen shit, cheaper and gets less worry….and look, I am no fucking babysitter, the kid is gonna get turned into some coat by the first convict. And speaking about kids. Tell the definitely human one to stop putting his damn goop inside the machines. Do I look like a mechanic or maid to ya? I agreed to run this hole, not clean it- Quackity only shook his head. -I will remind him. And…I don’t remember asking for your advice. Besides, you really think people wont notice me cheaping out?- the ghost only shrugged. -They will be too drunk and greedy to notice anything, pumpkin.- the ram hybrids ear twitched at the raising sound of voices talking behind the door, causing him to smirk. -Yar loyal fans are waiting for ya. Wanna get a good luck kiss, eh?- The ghost rested his head on the open palm of his arm, leaning on the bar counter, having a wide grin on his face. Quackity emptied his own glass, jumping off the stool, causing the heels of his shoes to clack against the floor, straightening his dress-shirt before looking at the ghost in a torn suit, under which was a blue sweater that stayed on him despite them being in a literal desert. He narrowed his eyes before scrunching up his nose and huffing. -I don’t need any luck, Glatt.- turning away and looking around before looking down at the ground, feeling the rows of yellow feather on his neck rise and fluff up, smirking before making an 180 turn on his heels, stepping over to the ghost. -But you definitely need some. After all, I expect great profit from your cooperation.- was uttered before the duck hybrid grabbed the man by one of the horns, pulling him down and uniting their lips in a rather passionate kiss. All light in the casino turned on, seeming like they are about to burn on the light bulbs, the establishment filled up with the noise of machines rapidly playing, slot machines were rapidly changing the pictures, the sound of coins shooting out of the winning sections and the repeated, robotic voice shouting “jackpot” was echoing.

Quackity took a step back, using the back of his palm to clean off his lips before walking off, leaving the ghost at the bar, and throwing one last sentence at him. -Seems like you have won something.-

#dsmp #dream smp #jschlatt #schlatt #pumpkinduo #schlackity #pumpkin husbands #quackity #glatt #dsmp glatt #oneshot #fanfic

[cellulited-bean]

Teacher Billy isn't soft. He doesn't outright say his door is always open, or that they can come to him for help.

But he has a bowl of snacks by the door. Chips and crackers and granola bars. Things to fill stomachs even just a little bit. Things that aren't just raw sugar. He never complains. Not when the bowl runs low and he pays out of pocket to refill it. Not when stick thin Richard Carter shoves three into his bag (kid thinks he's being sneaky. His classmates might not notice, but Billy does). Not when the kid lingers after class to ask about basketball tryouts.

On the first day of class he'll pass out bags of chips and pretzels and point out the bowl. And as he's telling them that he doesn't care if they eat in class so long as they clean up their mess, without fail he'll count at least one pair of ravenous eyes, maybe even a few soulless gazes. Those are the ones who don't believe him. Those are the ones who come to class sporting bruises hidden behind collars and bearing winces of pain and anger. Those are the ones who come back next year.

Most of the time they just want a bag. They'll get this startled 'deer in headlights' look when their eyes meet, and Billy will nod and go back to whatever he's doing. He wouldn't have accepted help at that age. He would've ran far, far away.

But, if he's lucky, they stop to chat. He makes sure to keep his voice open, careful not to pry. Not even to the soft ones who don't always want a snack, but want a place to chill before their next class. Some quiet before they go home. Stacy Tran likes to sit at her desk in silence, her face always falls when the last bell rings. Billy doesn't ask. The imagine of her worn out mom and showboating dad on open house is enough to fill in the blanks.

The snack bowl eats away at his paycheck. But it helps. One small guarenteed meal, one straightforward attitude, one 'good job' with just the right amlunt of enthusiasm, helps. Sometimes they even open up and ask for help, and Billy tries to make it as quiet as possible cuz even though it's not important in hindsight he knew for a fact that highschool was hard enough without every one of your peers knowing you came from a wrecked home. And sometimes they never open up, and that's...that's okay too. He's glad he can help in the smaller ways, the ways that remind these kids that there's hope.

And sometimes they come back. Sometimes they'll look the same, sometimes they'll have shot up like weeds and the lift in their unburdended shoulders will have made them look taller. Every kid that comes back years later to tell Billy that he was the one who got them through highschool, makes it worth it.

Carter made varsity, then got a scholarship. He's getting married and is going to therapy so he doesn't fuck up his own kids. Billy's proud of the kid, even prouder that he didn't turn out to be a dick like his pop. He named Billy in his college graduation speech. And if Billy shed a tear at the news, well, he's glad to teach Carter that men can cry, too.

Teacher Billy keeping his door open to any and all kids, wanting so desperately to be the adult who cares that he wishes he had.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #teacher Billy

[thotsforvillainrights]

~A Very League Halloween~

(Because although I'm worn out and no one requested this, I want to make sure Halloween doesn't pass without me contributing something)

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Spends time Decorating the Inside of the Hideout: I'm sure it was to be expected when I say Magne, Twice, and Toga. Believe it or not, Kurogiri also takes the time to do this as well. For him, it reminds him of a simpler time when Tomura was just a boy. AFO had left the young man in Kurogiri's care and didn't have much time for him outside of training here and there. Kuro always made sure to make holidays special for Shigaraki. Although he's all grown up, Kurogiri still makes an effort for the young man regardless. Of course we don't need to go into details for Magne, Twice, and Toga. The decorating is to be expected coming from them.

-Coordinating Costumes this Year: Usually (once again) you can expect Magne, Twice, and Toga to coordinate with each other. Sometimes (if they're able to complain enough) they can get other members in the group to cooperate with them. One year, Compress and Spinner joined the costumes. They were extremely lucky to get Dabi off his ass long enough to try and collaborate too. This was the first and only time he did so. This year, Toga and Twice went as the the man and woman from the Mask. Magne decided to go her own route with a bunny costume instead.

-Tricks, not Treats: Dabi and Muscular are assholes in every sense of the word. Although Dabi isn't into the dressing up aspect or the decorating thing but he doesn't mind a good scare. In fact, him and Muscular are the two you need to be weary of during this time of the year since they like to scare the shit out of anyone not paying attention. At one point Muscular scare Spinner so bad that he was scared to round the hallway corner for 2 weeks straight.

-Would rather be watching Horror Movies: Again, Dabi doesn't prefer all the silly aspects to Halloween but he won't pass up a good chance to sit on the couch and laze out with a good gore movie. In fact, you can also find Shigaraki doing the same thing as well. Sometimes the two end up watching movies together without asking. It'll just be Dabi watching some poor girl get ripped apart by a masked killer and Shigaraki will be passing through. He'll probably stand by the couch and watch silently for 15 minutes before deciding to just sit down and finish the movie. I headcanon Dabi's favorite movies are either the Evil Dead, or some of the old Nightmare on Elm Street (but also prefers much messier movies as well).

-Prefers not to partake: Believe it or not, Moonfish actually really doesn't care for Halloween. The only holiday he enjoyed was Thanksgiving but that was back when he was with family. Mustard also doesn't truly enjoy Halloween all that much either. These two won't even watch horror movies when they're on unless they feel like it. Doesn't understand the point in it all.

-Uses the holiday as an excuse to go out: One could argue the entire League uses it as an excuse to go out to be honest. With popularity being on the rise, there is no shortage or edgy teens or adults dressed as villains for Halloween. Toga is especially popular believe it or not! She can go out with her regular outfit and hear someone shout 'Love your Toga costume!' about 10 minutes later. If there was ever a better day for the League to enjoy the outside world, this would be it.

-Trick or Treating at your big age?: *sigh* Yes it's exactly who you think. Twice and Toga have no shame so they'll go around trick or treating without a care in the world. It's a little embarrassing especially since Twice is in his 30's at this point. However, the haul of candy they procure far outweighs the embarrassment of the action. Sometimes, you can catch Spinner and Shigaraki trick or treating but not the way Toga and Twice do it. No...Shiggy and Spinner look for houses that have the 'Please Take One' candy bowl on the front steps. And as expected, they take WAY more than just one piece. Compress shockingly takes a piece or two when no one is watching. He prefers to use his sleight of hand on the others.

-Gets sick on Halloween Candy: Shigaraki, Spinner, Twice, Toga, and Dabi. It's to be expected. Twice and Toga stay up all night after trick or treating and watch horror movies while eating candy. They eat more than humanly possible and always regret it later down the road. Shigaraki and Spinner (after raiding bowls all night) also go on a candy fueled buffet while partaking in late night horror games to set the mood. Dabi always takes a cut of whoever made the mistake of leaving their candy bag too close to him. It doesn't take much since I believe his stomach is a bit sensitive to begin with.

-Still Celebrating a Week Later: "Don't you think it's time to take all this down?" Compress asks as he once again runs into a low hanging fake spider web near the bar. Toga rolls her eyes and continues playing her game on her phone. "You would say that wouldn't you old man? Everyone knows Halloween carries on for another week and the candy goes on sale at the grocery stores."

#happy halloween #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #lov #league of villains #headcanons

[blackstarmylove]

Procrastination (HC)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Team P, Kokuyou, Takami, Sin, Ginsei with fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Hello can i get HC of what will the members of Team P, Kokuyou, Takami, Sin, and Ginsei will do or say if their fem SO is lazy and keep procastinating (on something like study, work, assignment etc). thankyouverymuchhh

A/N: Hi and np! 😄

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Being a leader and hardworking man, Rindou would be frustrated with your lazy and irresponsible attitude.

He will encourage and persuade you to focus on the task.

He will even go out of his way to help you finish your tasks, but Rindou will be cautious. He doesn't want you to constantly depend on him for help.

Overall, he will be understanding and compassionate but also firm with you. You have to finish the task whether you want to or not.

Maica would be VERY annoyed with you. He feels like you are wasting your time by avoiding doing what you need to, even though you will have to finish it eventually. Why not finish it now and then do what you want later?

He will use straightforward and blunt words to get you to finish what you need to do. He is only doing this for your own good and hopes you realize that.

If you still keep pushing your tasks, Maica will raise his hands and walk away. You are a grown adult, so if you neglect your responsibilities and duties, you will have to pay the consequences.

Menou has a lazy side, so he would be much more relaxed toward you than the others. He wouldn't be bothered by your laziness at all.

Rather than encourage you to finish your tasks, he would distract you with other things. In Menou's mind, why bother doing it if you are not passionate about something?

He wouldn't even mind if you didn't finish your work at all.

Nekome would be chill about your procrastination. Do it if you want, don't do it if you don't want to - it's as simple as that.

He would most likely join you in procrastinating because life is meant to have fun, so what's a little harm in skipping some assignments or responsibilities?

Overall, he would be the calmest about your procrastination. But know that if you come to him to complain about the consequences of your laziness, Nekome will shrug it off.

"You made the decision, so why are you complaining now?"

Sinju would be gentle with you and encourage you to finish your work. His approach would be positive and friendly.

He would remind you of the long-term consequences of not doing or pushing your work aside. Even if you continue to push aside your assignments/work after his warning, Sinju will offer to help you with your tasks.

He is the only one on this list who would listen to your complaints about the consequences of your laziness and procrastination without being direct or blaming it on you.

Ginsei's reaction would be banlance. He would be upset with you for being lazy or pushing your work/assignments aside but would still be understanding.

He would try to make you understand the pros of responsibility and ask you to get your work done.

He would go out of his way to help you so you don't have to face the consequences. But if you make a habit of this, he would be a bit frustrated. He has a lot on his plate, so if you push him to finish your work on your behalf, Ginsei will feel overwhelmed.

He would not tolerate your procrastination at all. Since he is a leader, Kokuyou is used to being stern and strict. So, for you to push your responsibilities aside is something Kokuyou would not take well.

He would reprimand you and even be verbally harsh with you for your own good. However, he wouldn't come off as a jerk or hurt your feelings.

Kokuyou will drill it in your head that you need to knock it off and finish your work/assignments. He won't budge until you get them done.

Sin will have a gentler approach and be more understanding. He knows that laziness and procrastination can sometimes stem from stress or tiredness.

He would be patient, empathetic, and supportive. In a sense, he would adopt the reward method; if you finish your tasks and work, he will reward you in some way.

At some point, he hopes you stop procrastinating as, in the long run, it will cause you many problems. But if you continue without caring, Sin can only do so much. He will let you be - your life, your decisions.

Though Takami would be annoyed by you neglecting your assignment/work/duties, he won't be harsh initially. He will try to use mental manipulation or reverse psychology to get you to finish your work.

If that still doesn't work, he will be a little stern and verbally harsh, as he wants you to succeed and thrive.

Takami will try to push your limits, but he will stop if he sees you negatively react to it.

Like Sin, if you continue your ways despite his efforts and warnings, Takami will let you be. He believes that, at times, people learn best when they experience the consequences firsthand.

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#bsts #blackstar theater starless #bsts rindou #bsts maica #bsts menou #bsts nekome #bsts sinju #bsts kokuyou #bsts takami #bsts sin #bsts ginsei

[yukidragon]

hiya! i wanted to ask, do you have sauce’s old art saved, or is there an archive somewhere? from what i’ve read, they had a twitter that’s been privated/locked (?) but i see people post art that looks like it was drawn by sauce ;w; also i’m sorry if this was already asked, i feel like i sent in this ask before but can’t remember,,

i love and appreciate all your work btw!! i hope you have an amazing day <3

Awwww! Thank you so much! That makes me really happy to hear. I hope you have an amazing day too! 💖

I’m afraid there’s no archive set up as of yet, just pictures fans managed to save and pass around amongst themselves. Sauce did mention that they wanted to create an archive on the patreon before they closed their twitter. I don’t know if that’s still happening or not, but I imagine that’s taking a backseat to their personal recovery and making progress on their various projects. They have a lot on their plate right now, so it’s understandable that it might take a while.

I have quite a lot of old art saved myself, and I use some of the pieces here in my posts occasionally, with Sauce’s consent so long as I credit them. They’re really such a nice person. That’s why whenever I share some of their art, I like I plug the SnaccPop Studios Patreon and remind everyone not to repost any of the privately posted content elsewhere.

You can see a lot of Sauce’s art peppered around my blog, particularly in posts I’ve labeled as Headcanon Ramblings. Sometimes it really helps to illustrate my points, you know? Maybe I should add a Sauce-y tag sometime.

Sadly, I can’t show any of the NSFW art over here without heavy censoring. Tumblr might say they’ll allow non-erotic nudity again, but I suspect all it’ll take is one floppy ding-a-ling, some “female presenting” nips, or something a bit too spicy and suggestive and my blog will be taken out with an extinction level event.

I mean look at this. This is such a fun picture and all you get to see over here is Jack’s face. Sure I could show the man’s nips since he’s not “female presenting” but with the level of spice sprinkled in this picture, I’d rather not risk it. Such a shame. Not that I can complain about seeing a face like that. This clown is having a really good time and it shows. Sauce does great work with expressions don’t they?

You know, this picture actually looks pretty exploitable cropped like this. It looks like a good teaser illustration for some spicy writing. It seems like an awful shame not to do anything with this idea, don’t you think?

Alice might not be a part of the full picture Sauce drew, but I’m totally going to imply it with a little bit of writing. I hope you all enjoy this impromptu snippet of Adults Only spicy fun times between Jack and my version of his sunshine~!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

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Jack moaned as he tipped his head back. His clothes were in disarray, his shirt rolled up close to his collarbone, his pants and underwear dangling off one of his legs, with the rest of his signature outfit nowhere in sight. His flushed skin glistened with sweat and bore countless pink patches that marked where Alice claimed him as hers with her mouth.

That same mouth was wrapped around him now, showing Jack love in a way that he had only dreamed about before. He lost count of how many fantasies he had about Alice going down on him, but no fantasy could ever hope to compare the real thing.

Alice had started with kisses that fluttered along his length delicately, but just as the teasing started to get too much, she switched to using her tongue. She tasted him thoroughly, making sure not a single inch was left untouched before she took the tip into her mouth.

“Oh Alice…,” Jack moaned before biting his lower lip. “Your mouth feels so good… so warm…”

Alice let out a low hum, and the vibration of her voice made him twitch a bit. She repeated the sound again, longer this time as she sucked on him, and she was gratified to see his eyes roll upward.

Jack was so big, bigger than anything Alice was used to. A part of her worried she might not be able to handle all of him without choking, but she was determined to try. She focused on relaxing her jaw as she dipped down as far she could before she had to draw back for a breath, taking him just a little bit further each time.

Jack twined his fingers through his sunshine’s fair hair as he watched Alice adoringly. “You’re doing so good…” She gazed up at him through nearly white lashes, and the way her blue eyes burned with desire that was only for him sent a jolt of heat directly into his core. “God… You look so beautiful like this. I love you so much.”

Alice wanted to respond in kind, but words were impossible for her at the moment, so she traced a heart on his inner thigh with her finger instead. Jack murmured her name in return, his rich voice dissolving into another moan as she teased him with gentle suction. She couldn’t get enough of his sweet words or all the adorable noises she coaxed out of him. It made her all the more determined to please and tease him.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Ask #My Writing #Sauce-y Art

[fandomanimatic-tournament]

Fandom song animatic tournament: Bracket 2 Side A

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

"'Cause a good song never dies It just reminds you of where you were The first time it made you cry, the first time you felt alive No, a good song never"

Achilles Come Down ([Blank] Come Down) - Gang Of Youths

"Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won't you get up off, get up off the roof? You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you Achilles, it's not much but there's proof"

Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)

Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

Propaganda:

plenty of animatics in a wide variety of fandoms, the two most iconic of which having over 1 million views (Inscryption and Riddler) also it just goes really hard and is great for more badass/dramatic animatics

Animatics with the song:

Inscryption

Batman Riddler AU Animatic

DSMP Technoblade Animatic

HLVRAI

Achilles Come Down - Gang Of Youths

Propaganda:

No Propaganda Submitted

Animatics with the song:

DSMP Tommy Animatic

DSMP Wilbur Animatic

Unus Annus

BNHA

Rain World

Please be cautious and read the title, description and warning cards on the animatic videos if you decide to watch them. If you've got specific triggers I'd recommend even more caution when watching animatics of fandoms you don't know, since sometimes canon-typical themes don't get warnings.

Please keep in mind that I don't know all the media and fandoms of the animatics provided as examples and I don't have the time (nor the will) to research them all. Don't come into my notes or my ask box complaining about them being included, I will simply block you. If a ship animatic included is about an adult and a minor, do tell me and I'll take it out of the post

ALSO keep in mind that I don't know all the artists submitted; in fact, even if I do know them I do not know absolutely nothing about them as people (I do not have twitter nor tiktok) and I could not POSSIBLY have the time to research ALL of the artists' controversies and what came of them so PLEASE don't flood my inbox with the artists' entire crime list.

#fandom animatic tournament #tumblr poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney #tw sui implied #tw sui ideation #just in case

[oh-my-may]

I finally got around to play Cosmo Canyon! Took me a while to get there bc family stuff and i was feeling a bit under the weather some days, but today I'll finish the protorelic quest and then do the side quests and that was it for Cosmo Canyon...

Thoughts on story: RED (or should I say Nanaki?) IS SO CUTE LEGIT A TEENAGE BOY TRYING TO PASS AS AN ADULT MAN the way I was hollering. The city is beautiful and very huge... Felt very overwhelmed when I first got there. Generally loved the focus on Red, had lots of questions about him originally. Now I wonder how old his kind can get if he's like 15 in human years but actually 48... huh. The story with his parents is pretty basic i guess? Didn't really blow me away, i could see the turning point coming from a mile away but it was very sweet nonetheless. Really enjoyed the gameplay during the trial, the Gi enemies WERE SO COOL. Also loved that we could scale walls with Red, I wish we could do that in the open world... The final boss almost kicked my ass because I'm not used to playing Barrett and Red actively, BUT THEY SLAYED. Shoutout to Titan, homeboy always comes through for me. Also couldn't help but be reminded of Genshin's Misty Dungeon event during the trial. And the mines of Moria. My weird interests meet in the most unusual of circumstances sometimes. My brain does that occasionally.

Also, the Gi Nantaak first scared the shit out of me. Then he kinda reminded me of Vision (you know, from Marvel) but that also wore off. The random sequence with Zack almost made me cry again. Whenever I see him on screen something just urges me to. Him and Biggs also looked so damn good during that entire scene I took so many screenshots 😭 I'm still so confused tho... Biggs ended up in Zack's timeline because of the Whispers/ the Wind for whatever reason? Really have no clue where they're going to take this part of the story, I just know it's going to hurt me so bad in the end.

I also let out an audible ' Hear me out' when they showed Seto... I'm not sorry.

On the exploration side of things... The flying chocobos are so confusing to me, I started the chocobo quest right as I landed in Cosmo Canyon and I immediately failed the first part because the controls as you fly are just??? Therefore everything that was placed so that you could only reach it through flying was a bit of a pain at first. I figured it out eventually, but i still haven't continued that quest... Also saw a bunch of people complain about this so at least I'm not the only one struggling lol.

Everything Else was very enjoyable tho. Go to explore team was Cloud, Aerith and Cait Sith this time and I gotta say Cait's Moogle Magic skill is busted I was so surprised when a full ass Ifrit suddenly stood on the field 😭 Bahamut Arisen was a surprisingly quick clear after I got all the Intel, Tifa just died in like the last minute. A worthy sacrifice tho. Immediately tried Bahamut while beating the Jabberwock, huge Dragon Battle was crazy insane to watch. He's busted. Put him on Cait for now.

I haven't finished the protorelic quest yet, but I didn't expect it to have this much lore right from the get go... So you're telling me Wedge is dead in Cloud's timeline???? Just like that?? The whispers killed him? MY BOY. Also Yuffie's friends (?) - the NPC's for that quest - immediately reminded me of Bella's High School friends in Twilight 😭💀 They just look like they belong in these movies idk

Now I wonder if the last two parts of the protorelic quest are gonna be as much a pain in the ass as Fort Condor was... I managed to clear the first two stages quite quickly so I hope it's gonna be okay with the AI helping me for the configuration part...

So that's that! Will definitely finish Cosmo Canyon tonight and then maybe start Chapter 11... Just a few more steps until meeting Vincent. Heard Chapter 11 was quite long so it'll probably take me the whole weekend to finish next to work and all. My goal of finising this game before easter is probably gonna be left unfulfilled... But I'd rather take my time.

Will add screenshots to this post after I get home from work!

#may's gaming #ff7 rebirth #ff7 #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy vii #ffvii rebirth #cait sith #red xiii #ff7 red #ffvii red #cosmo canyon #biggs #biggs ff7 #zack fair #zack ff7 #zack ffvii #barret wallace #nanaki #rebirth spoilers #watcher of the vale

[ridiasfangirlings]

Girls day for Anna, Awashima, Yayoi, Neko, Kukuri, and Douhan. What sorts of activities do they do?

Everyone gets a shopping and spa day :D If the kids weren’t with them they could do even more girly things like hand to hand combat but Awashima is mindful of the young girls. Maybe this is actually Anna’s idea though, like she’s talking to her friend Tsubaki one day and Tsubaki is a little concerned that Anna’s surrounded by men all day, like don’t you ever just want to have a girls day like I do with my mother sometimes. Anna considers and later she asks Kusanagi about it, maybe she’s a little down because this reminds her of her late mom and Honami too, they used to do things together all the time and she didn’t appreciate it enough at the time. Kusanagi is worried that Anna’s upset at not having more female influences in her life so he reaches out to Awashima who’s just immediately like ‘I understand, I will prepare everything’ and hangs up, leaving Kusanagi even more concerned.

Luckily Awashima was just planning a nice girls day and she decides to invite some other girls along, Yayoi is super excited to spend some time with her. She also invites Neko, knowing that Neko and Anna are close, and Neko invites Kukuri. Awashima also decides to ask Douhan, who’s been doing some work for S4 for a while now (because Munakata wanted his own ninja), Douhan is hesitant but admits she hasn’t had a break in a while and she’s fine with going as long as someone else is paying. Anna is actually very excited about this, getting to spend time with other girls and have a day out. Kusanagi trusts Awashima to take care of her and tells Anna to have a good time.

They decide to go shopping first, imagine Kukuri, Neko and Anna all looking at clothes together. Kukuri thinks they should buy something cute for Neko and Anna both, since she knows Neko doesn’t have a lot of outfits. Neko doesn’t want to look at clothes for herself but she’s excited to try on anything Anna does, so they can match. Meanwhile Douhan spots a knife shop across the street and excuses herself to look while Yayoi helps Awashima look for some new workout wear. Imagine them trying everything in together and Kukuri and Anna are very impressed by how muscular Awashima is, Kukuri is a little jealous of her bust size while Yayoi is just very proud of how amazing her senior is. 

Later they stop at a cafe, Neko and Anna share a big parfait and Kukuri gets herself an ice cream while Awashima, Yayoi and Douhan decide to be a little more… unconventional with their food. Yayoi gets a nice mayonnaise latte while Awashima and Douhan both get a nice anko frappe (Douhan didn’t realize you could order such a thing until Awashima did so with perfect confidence, she didn’t realize this cafe could also be adventurous). Kukuri just stares a little at their food and then shrugs, like maybe this is the taste of adults. 

After this everyone gets to go to a nearby spa bath, the adults relax while Anna and Kukuri work together to get Neko into the water. Neko’s complaining because she doesn’t want to get wet and Awashima tells her that if she’s worked up a sweat it’s best to take a bath afterward, Yayoi gets an idea and suggests they bring something fun to play with in the water and that will make the bath more enjoyable. This works and Yayoi tells the others that this is how she and Zenjoh get Kuro the cat to stay still during his baths. Afterwards everyone feels very rested and refreshed and they decide to head back to the bar, Anna, Neko and Kukuri are going to stay the night while the others go home. Awashima wonders if this was the kind of bonding Anna was hoping for and Anna nods with this small happy smile, she feels like she made a good memory. 

#k project #Talking K #yay girls day out #if it was just Awashima and Douhan they could spar while Yayoi fangirls over them #but they have to be child friendly for the others #I think they'd all have a good time #it's nice to be away from the boys for a while and pamper themselves

[donniesexceptionalmind]

hi. i’m really sorry i made you and mikey upset, that was not my intention. i didn’t know that i was allowed to stim for more than like, a minute? it’s shocking to hear that i can do it for a long time, and have that not labeled as wrong, or excessive. is it really ok to need more than a couple hours to recover from social things? usually when my mom plans things, she plans them back to back, within days of each other. i take a couple hours to recharge, and then mom lets me know we are going somewhere else now.

my mom has told me that i use my autism as an excuse, and wouldn’t taking that much time for myself be proving her right? especially since she says i don’t interact with/make new friends enough. to answer the hypothetical- i would not want you to suppress yourself at all. i feel like it’s different when it’s me doing it though.

i’m scared she would think i was overreacting if i told her how much i really struggle. how can i be a successful person if i can’t even get up by myself sometimes? if i can’t speak, or move sometimes? she just wants me to have a good education, and be able to live by myself. i’m not sure i could live by myself successfully. i don’t think i can drive either, but isn’t that something i should be able to do? and i overreact when i’m not informed of schedule changes, or when my mom forgets to tell me things, even when reminded.

isn’t it kind of dumb of me to not be able to handle simple things like that? i feel like it would be so lazy of me, to waste time stimming as much as my body wants, or to recover at a slower pace. my mother’s love isn’t conditional, she would just look at me differently. she’d look at me as if i am not smart and capable, but i am! i don’t want her to treat me like i’m 5 years old again. it feels like i can have one or the other, but not both. i can either be autistic and struggling with it, or i can be autistic, but still do everything just like someone without it, and have a good and fulfilling life.

is it not bad to be incapable of doing simple things by myself? shouldn’t i be able to do them? shouldn’t i be able to socialize, without losing the ability to speak, and interact after a while? shouldn’t i be able to adapt to change better? right now i can barely handle when people move my things, or when a trip is sprung on me with no prior notice. i have to do everything a specific way, and with number related things, it must be odd numbers.

i also have to make things even. for example, if i stepped on a crack in the sidewalk with my left foot, i have to step on the same crack, in exactly the same way, with my right foot. i check that i’ve locked and turned things off several times, even when i already know it’s been done.

i’m scared of the way she looks at me, when i’m more open about things. i’m scared of what would happen, if someone with medical knowledge told her that i wouldn’t ever fully stop the things i do. i’m scared she would get me a babysitter, even though i can do some things by myself.

even though i’m smart. i promise i really am smart. i have trouble understanding things sometimes, but i swear i can be smart at a full adult level. it just takes me a little longer sometimes. i can do math, and reading, and science, i promise. and i promise i’m not doing the things i struggle with on purpose, it just comes out, regardless of if i want it to or not.

i’m sorry i stressed you with my last message. after this one i promise not to complain anymore. i’d just like one last bit of input. please?-G

Don't you dare apologise!

We were both grateful that you reached out to me. I was surprised that I was lucky to be the person you felt comfortable enough to open up to. I'm usually not the person someone comes to for comfort. It... makes me feel worthy. Thank you.

I will always be there to listen.

And our precious Dr. Feelings, aka Mikey, too.

1. It is absolutely okay to need time to recharge! For autistic people, it's vitally important to have that time, regardless of how long it is. I do get frustrated when it takes a lot from my day. There is so much I want to do! Sometimes, it feels unfair to see all the allistic people to be able to do "their" things & I need to sleep for 12 hours or stim for a long time to calm down. But that's just how my brain works. That is me. And that is fine & okay. I need to accept that. And to be honest: spending time stimming & with my special interest brings me so much joy! That is something allistic people don't experience!

2. No, you don't use your autism as an excuse. It's an explanation for your struggles. And I don't have many people I call friends either, so ? I don't want many friends since relationships are hard for me to keep (at least when those friends aren't neurodivergent). I don't even understand WHEN you call someone a friend! Relationships are difficult & exhausting, despite being nice & all.

Your mother projects her wishes onto you, which is understandable but not right. You are not her. You are you.

If you don't want me to suppress my autism, then you shouldn't either. It's NO DIFFERENT. ;)

3. It's understandable that your mother wants the best in life for you. That's what parents should want. Yet, you are autistic & you are different. You don't need to live up to those neurotypical standards/ societal expectations. That is something your mother has to learn. Do you want that? What do you want for yourself? When you DON'T think about your mother's wants?

I know Splinter wasn't very nice about my differences in the beginning as well. He didn't know how to properly care for me, but he learned with time. Same with Leo & Mikey. He educated himself for the sake of us. That's what your mother should do, too. With the correct resources, of course. There are tons of ableist resources...

4. It's not dumb to be incapable of certain things. Autism is a disability in our society, after all. It is not bad, though. Diversity is great.

You can be autistic, struggle & live a fulfilling life. Someone who is invalidating this is just an ableist & we don't need them in our lives!

5. I relate so damn much, G. I really do. The only advice I can give you is to learn to accept yourself. We will never be like non-autistic people & that's fine! That's great! You are amazing. I am sure we would have a great time hanging out. I mean that 100%. I know you don't want to reveal yourself to me & that's okay, but if you EVER need someone, you can message me.

6. You are smart & your autism doesn't change that. You have your own unique strengths! Work on them! Someone who dismisses that & treats you like a child is ableist. Have you seen me ? I am incredibly smart, I would believe, but then... I need a lot of time for other things that come to others SO EASILY. You are not alone, G.

And one last thing before I end my speech: Never stop reaching out to me.

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Random Self-care suggestions from tired adults:

Brush your teeth, listen to me... you get one set of adult teeth and dentistry is expensive. And take your meds. And get vaccinated for the love of FUCK.

Pre-diced frozen veggies. Seriously, people, sometimes you can have all the ingredients, but a full sweet potato can just drain your willpower if its been a Big Day. Get yourself some pre-diced and/or frozen vegies an whack 'em in the freezer.

Canned Fruit / Fruit Salad Fresh fruit is great, but can be very anxiety inducing when you have a 20sec window to eat the damn thing... there is nothing inherently wrong with having some canned fruit around. IS it as fresh as it could be? No. But it's still fruit.

Change your pillows once per year (at least) Esp, if you have respiratory issues or sensitivities. After 12 months, you have dust, dustmites, their poop, dead skin, and all manner of body fluids (sweat, drool, tears, other) in them. CHANGE THEM.

Have a second bank account for savings You can slide two bucks in there each pay or whatever, but there is a level of stress that can be taken off knowing that if you suddenly have an unexpected household/vet bill or all your teeth turn into goblin scholars... you can at least make a downpayment for urgent support. And be open with a vet or dentist, bc mostly they have payment plan options as long as you can meet a minimum deposit. [There is VetPay in Australia, too, aparently]

Shopping list Your brain will be salsa by the time you get to 5pm or later most days, have a post it note with cryptic scribbles or maybe a stone tablet reminding you to complain about a certain merchant... it stops the "Ah, fuck... I forgot the..." moment. But also be nice to yourself. We all fucking forget something several times over, that's adulthood.

Basic Meds In your home, you should have some basic stuff in a first aid drawer. IF you're on a farm, you probs have one. Super stark basics are painkillers, bandaids, a bandage, tweezers, lozenges, hydralite or similar dehydration support, berocca or similar (similar for rehydration), cold and flu stuff, tissues, lipbalm and similar. Please be careful of using ibuprofen if you are on SSRIs.

Bulk / Reuseable If you use things like handsoap or laundry soup, you can get a BIIIIG bottle that refills the smaller ones several times over. It can be very helpful in the household if you can afford it.

Premade Meals Nothing wrong with something that can be bunged into the microwave or oven. Quick and easy still counts, and is better than hungry.

Variety Silly, but true. You will get bored of routine rapidly. A multipack of something with multiple options (eg. the little cereal packets of different kinds, chips, etc) can give soe general variety without making you go out of your way to make things Magical.

Make a Treat Put whipped cream on your ice cream. Put some jelly in the fridge and let it set so future you gets a snack. Buy the pre-made cookie dough and cook yourself something. Feels good to Make Things. Plus, a treat.

Do a physical craft, hobby or task. Especially if you are an anxious person, having a small task to do with your hands can and will help to ground you. Even if it is just a crossword puzzle in a magazine, etc. IT gives you a sense of achievement, releases physical tension, and you can make fun stuff. [ALSO: Make bad art / don't try to monetise your hobby See #5, but don't place expectations on yourself. IF you muck up five or twenty time sbut get it on the 21st? Hell yeah. >Listen to me, the people on etsy and similar sites? They spend a LOT of time and effort and money to create and provide those items. This is, in effect, mostly their Job. It's okay to just have something you do for fun, you don't need a side hustle! You don't have to turn every waking moment into profit! It will make you miserable.]

Do not listen to youtube ads / MLM propaganda All that bullshit about 'only work 4 hours and make $$$$' is MLM nonsense. It's a scam, ignore it. Also don't buy things that youtubers are made to shill to you... there' a bunch of good posts about how shitty those things are.

Work out a fragrance you like Get something that smells like it. Shower gel, soap, candle, one of those pillow sprays, etc. IT woill make you feel better.

Sheets Change them. Weekly. At the absolute max, fortnightly. I know it's a bitch and a half but there's nothing on earth like being showered and on clean sheet. 10/10 baby.

Water Drink it. If you can't stand base water, do not HESITATE to try the cold water steeping stuff, and if that's as weak as nun's piss to your tastebuds, try cordial.

Clutter Don't clutter your space up, you will start to feel overwhelmed and blocked in. Get all the fun tacky ornaments you want... but make sure there is somewhere for it. Use a second person as your "Do you REALLY need it?" guy, because your Want is not always a Need. Always think about a goofy purchase (for instance, a horse-sized snorlax plush is great in theory, but where would you put it?).

Delete Candycrush / Clash of Clans / Merge Games / the other games that demand constant attention and money They won't make you happy, they want your money, they want you desperate to spend real life cash to earn that sweet extra life for... no real payout. Yeah they can be fun but pay attention to your engagement with them. Some people have lost a LOT on those little apps, because they are literally made to be addictive.

Don't Wallow If you're in the dumps and cycling through stupid shit in your brain, tell it it's bullshit and go do something that takes focus. A puzzle, talk to someone. Go straight to be in a room with other people. Hell, go to the library and just be around people or chill at the park if you can. 20. Work out local supports Check out if there's a 24/hr servo in the area that you can access in an emergency. Know how to get to the hospital. Look into what local services there are around health, housing, community engagement

Don't kill (prank or otherwise bitch about on social media) your roommate/s No matter what they do, or how annoying they can be, they are not forever. Imagine it if you must, but look for other options and get out. None of those ridiculous passive aggressive prank wars or sniping on social media. Some people don't click well in an enclosed space, it happens, but you will look ridiculous if your every social media post is a rant against X, or you do things that can be considered offences against Y. I know tiktok and the youtube prank channels make this stuff look Interesting, but it isn't. Adulthood is compromise. SElf-care is reacting in the best way you can to bad situation, because unfortunately social media is literally impacting people's jobs.

Remember that there's nothing wrong with being solo There is a lot of pressure, and more than a few people have confessed feeling that they Should Be in a relationship or with kids by 25... but remember. You are you, and your journey through life is like no one else's. Jumping from relationship to relationship can cause more harm, especially if you haven't had time to find out Who You Are outside of a Couple (or more). There's time. You've got time guys. Remind yourself that no one knows what happens next, and its only in hindsight that the thread of your life becomes an intricate pattern of choices made, paths not taken, etc. None of it is inherently wrong, just things to wonder on... if you went with B not A, etc. --------\ add to this if you can think of something off the top of your head do feel free to ask if there's another way to do something or a way to make it self care... the sade truth of adulthood is that you can, and will, get excited to have new cleaning items and more efficient ways to do stuff