#(the poke king HAH)

[flarebean]

au where ghost, freshly ascended and bulldozed back in time to The Sealing just... picks up and yeets tpk and radiance over the dimensional horizon in different directions

tpk lands in pokemon and is immediately mistaken for a wurmple. the trainer in question doesn't have a pokedex, that's only for regional professor associates.

radiance lands in undertale and is immediately accosted by the local DETERMINATION nexus thinking that she oughta be friend shaped (this is a threat). also, you can't throw a stone without hitting someone who can cast spells, so she isn't even all that special down there.

#hollow knight au #over the horizon #hollow knight #over the horizon: tpk #(the poke king HAH) #over the horizon: radiance

[pearl-blue-musings]

heaven let your light shine down

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!fem!reader

A/N: this was something that manifested from shower thoughts and my current obsession with hazbin hotel. There’s none of this yet but there will be themes of manipulation, heartbreak, heavy emotions, fun times, spoilers, show theories, good times

Word count: ~1.8K

Taking a secret trip to hell from heaven wasn’t as smooth as you thought it would be. Sneakily arriving in the embassy through whatever portal Emily opened for you was less than ideal. You landed on the hard ground of heaven’s embassy with a thud and shook yourself off. When your eyes adjust to the dimness of the new world around you, you’re quick to cover your nose. You didn’t know much about Hell, but you were briefly aware of the smell it emitted.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you take in the sights around you. The embassy was strikingly see through and gave you a clear view of Pentagram City. You never understood why Heaven needed an embassy in Hell but right now you’re happy there is one. The weight on your back feels lighter as you realize your wings retracted. Oh right, you forgot that Emily helped you to retract and hide your wings as to not bring too much attention to yourself. However, being indiscreet was not an option. Above you a bright light where the portal is closing shines, alerting everyone within a 10 mile radius someone has entered the Heaven embassy.

Shit.

The bag you brought with you lays haphazardly on the floor as you try to compose yourself. A growing buzzing sound gets closer and closer to the gates of the embassy. It’s been years since you’ve felt your heart race in a panic over your life, and you’re not sure what to hold onto. Of course they saw you, silly! You can’t just portal into Hell and not expect some kind of audience. Simple, you’ll just go over all the things you practiced and rehearsed saying before you snuck out of Heaven.

The doors bang and clang open, determined and angry faces with mounted weapons pointed at you greet you. You yelp as Charlie, you remember her from the meeting, bundles toward you. Her horns stand bright and red atop her head, eyes ablaze with indignation. Behind her and to the right is Vaggie, her hair blowing almost ethereally as her poke arm is pointed at you. The porn star known as Angel Dust has all of his guns cocked and loaded, ready to take aim at your heart. There’s some kind of cat like demon and someone with a cane with an evil and calculating yet far off look in the back. And reigning above all of that is the king of Hell himself.

Lucifer.

You’ve only heard of him by name, never by face. Always being fed that he’s a deceiver, a true sinner, and disbeliever. He and his wife, ex-wife you correct to yourself, are the reason there are so many sinners in Hell in the first place. You gulp loudly and try to compose yourself. You clear your throat with a cough and start out your practiced speech. “Ah, hello! I’m-“

“What does Heaven want? Are they trying another extermination in a week? Well I’ve got news for you, we’re ready for whatever they’re gonna send us. We killed Adam and a bunch of other angels! We’re not afraid to make an example out of you!” Charlie’s commanding speech leaves your throat dry as you feel yourself shrink under their intense gazes. You see her and Lucifer approach you in a threatening manner. Your hands immediately go up and you fall to your knees.

With a wail, you cry out in pity. “Please don’t hurt me! I-I come in peace!” In the distance you hear a “hah” but keep going. “Heaven, uh heaven doesn’t know I’m here. Except for Emily, she knows I’m here; but that’s it!” Your truth appears to fall on disbelieving ears as they bundle closer to you. The point of Vaggie’s pole arm has gotten dangerously close to your nose and your voice gets stuck in your throat. You try to swallow the lump forming inside as you grab your bag. All eyes shift to your movement and you put up a hand in protest.

“W-wait! Please I’m here with good news! And evidence of said news.” You scramble in your bag for a couple pieces of paper and hand them to Charlie. “Charlie, please look at this with your own eyes. I swear I’m not making this up!” You notice her shoulders gradually lower and the horns retract in her head. The normal color of her eyes return to normal as she reads over the first page. Her eyes visibly soften as tears come to her eyes along with a smile. She blinks a couple times before looking at you. Her voice is soft and untrusting.

“Is this, is this true?” You nod as you pull out the second paper.

“I asked him to write his last memories down on paper. You know,” you begin to ramble, “when you enter Heaven you start to lose your memories of your former life and we’re not sure the stature of this regarding-“

Vaggie shushes you with a prick of her weapon as she slowly approaches Charlie. The Princess of Hell falls to her knees and reaches out a hand to you. With a soft chuckle she mutters, “It worked.”

You nod vigorously while taking her hand to stand up. “That’s why I’m here! I, I wanted to tell you as soon as I saw him.” The paper you handed Charlie gets shown to the rest of the group. They all lower their weapons and their guard as they start to smile. Lucifer slowly descends toward you to get a better view of the official Heavenly document. He walks up to you and eyes you carefully, noticing your halo but lack of wings. His eyes squint as he looks you over. You can sense he doesn’t entirely trust you and that’s understandable.

But does he have to be that close?

You cough and pick up the other paper, trying desperately to ignore the way your stomach feels and the nervousness that’s increasing. “I also asked him to write down his memories and he said “I was protecting the hotel and my dearest Cherri with my egg boys by my side. If you can please let them know I made it to heaven and I miss you all dearly! Okay bye!””

The whole group begins to laugh and cry at the words and news being shared. Hugs are happening all around and small chatter begins within the embassy. A warm smile grows on your face as you see new faith and hope restored in the demons in front of you. It makes you giddy with glee to see them look hopeful for the future, you start to dance a little bit to yourself. Momentarily, you forgot that a certain King of Hell has been watching you the whole time.

Lucifer clears his throat to get your attention. “What, what is this some happy dance? You’re not here to hurt Charlie are you?”

You shake your head, noticing the buzz of conversation happening around you. “Oh no! I want to help her. A-all of you!” You take a deep breath and wave your hands in the air to get everyone’s attention. “I was at the meeting. I saw Angel Dust do all the right things to get into Heaven! And it’s not fair that angels have all this power and don’t know what it means to get into Heaven! I wanted Sera to approve of the hotel because, because I believe in your mission! So please,” you extend a hand toward the crowd, “let me help you.”

With their guidance, the members of the Hazbin Hotel walk with you toward the almost redone building. Straggling behind you is Lucifer, unsure of just what another Angel is doing in his realm. Sure, he had figured out about Vaggie and was fine with that. But that’s different. You as an angel willingly came down to Hell to help, you must have some ulterior motive. However, he can’t help but have your words hit that soft spot inside him; it makes him want to know more about you. How did someone like you get on the counsel, and why would you risk your rank and heavenly status for demons? In his mind it didn’t make any logical sense.

You had heard the hotel was badly damaged in the fight and was surprised to see how much better it looks now. There’s still some renovations to be done inside in which you offered your angelic powers to help build and restore the hotel. Upon entering, you are greeted by someone who wasn’t at the embassy with you, someone you assumed was left to watch over the hotel in their absence. The aura he gives off makes a shiver run down your spine.

Alastor eyes you quickly, understanding immediately that you’re an Angel. His eyes squint and his smile gets more sinister if that’s possible. He trots over to you and sticks out his cane. You yelp in surprise and look up into his crimson gaze. “Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting another Angel so soon! There must be a reason why Charlie hasn’t killed you yet, allow me to do what she can’t.” Menacing antlers start to grow and multiply atop his head as he grows in size, his lifeless eyes never leaving your visage. You stumble backwards onto the floor and backup until you hit a pair of legs.

Lucifer puts a hand on your shoulder as Charlie stands in front of you waving her arms enthusiastically. “Um, Alastor,” she starts, “she’s here to help.” In that instant, the radio demon shrinks back down to normal size and wipes off his vest. He hums, glaring at you and Lucifer, the latter who had lifted you to your feet, before he retreats to his own quarters. You briefly hear him say “apologies dear Angel, you must know we’re still on edge from a few days ago. I shall see you again.” A sigh of relief escapes your lips and you lean back. You quickly scramble away upon realizing you fell back into Lucifer.

“S-sorry!”

“You alright there?”

The two of you spoke at the same time, causing some minor embarrassment. Although he’s shorter than you thought, it’s clear his presence, power, and personality can fill up a room. You feel your cheeks heat up, a sensation you haven’t felt in who knows how long as the two of you strangely keep staring at each other. You take a step back, skipping toward Charlie while asking, “hey can you show me more of the hotel?”

Lucifer watches his daughter walk off with you joyfully to show you more of the rebuilt hotel. He places his left hand over his heart watching the two of you interact. It ignites something in him and he lets himself smile softly, resting his weight on his cane. As he drums his fingers across his chest, he’s starting to feel the weight of the gold band on his finger.

Strange, he’s never felt the weight of it before, just what could possibly be changing that now?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #Lucifer Morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar x fem!reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x female reader #my writing #i did the thing

[harunayuuka2060]

Leona: I hate you. I hate everyone else. And your crap family planning!

Falena: Leona, please calm down.

The king: Leona, my son. Would you hear us out first?

Leona: No. You hear me out first.

Leona: How could you— HOW COULD YOU? PRODUCE ANOTHER BABY WHILE YOU WERE BEDRIDDEN?

Leona: Does it even make sense? Because not to me.

Leona: How are you going to explain to that child that they have more than 20-year gap from their brothers?

The king: It's the reason they're called a miracle baby, Leona. They're unexpected.

Leona: And? Who's going to take care of that baby?

Leona: I'm sure it can't be the queen because she's old. You're also way old for this. Falena has his own family. Kifaj is near the death's door—

Kifaj: Leona-sama, I believe I'm still quite well and healthy.

Leona: *ignores him* Now going back with my question.

Leona: Who's. Taking. Care. Of. That. Little. Cub?

Cheka: Unca?

Leona: ...

Leona: Why are you here?

Cheka: Hehe~. I sneaked in.

Kifaj: Your Highness, you shouldn't be here. *takes him out*

Leona: ...

Falena: Like what your nephew has suggested, it would be you.

Leona: ...

Leona: I'll say it again. I despise you.

Leona: *looking at the baby*

Baby MC: *sleeping peacefully*

Leona: Tch. Maybe I should've just married sooner.

Baby MC: *makes a sound*

Leona: Quiet. I don't want to listen to you.

Baby MC: *sad, little frown*

Leona: ...

Leona: *scoops them gently in his arms*

Leona: A miracle baby. Hah. There's nothing special about you.

Leona: You'll just be another disappointed lion. *poking their cheek a little*

Baby MC: *yawns, then smiling*

Leona: Tch.

#twisted wonderland #twst baby mc #twst leona #twst falena #twst cheka #twst kifaji #the youngest kingscholar

[geminimoonbeamx]

She’s Got Bette Davis Eyes

A/N: I'm going to be real; I miss Steve’s loser in a sailor uniform era. I’m not sure how I feel about the return of King Steve but well. Don't even get me started how much I hated the forced throat fucking that is the Duffers trying to make Stancy a thing again. Despite all that, I’m happy to have our baby boy back. 

Warnings: Smut. Road Head. Steve getting his shit verbally rocked. 

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington has been on like, a hundred shitty dates this month alone. He really doesn't expect his date with you to be any different. 

The movie the two of you had gone to see was garbage. Zombiethon. Literally as horrible as it sounds, you’d pushed for that new Demi Moore flick but Steve had become a bit of a movie connoisseur since working at the Family Video.

A bit of a douche too, but then like. Hadn't he always been one?  You’re contemplating why you’d accepted the date at all while he pokes at his coke float with a straw. The diner is in full rage, loud enough that it drowns out any chance of conversation- 

Steve’s corny pick up lines are lost to the hustle and bustle, drowned out by the jukebox and old team mates coming up to pay homage to the former King of Hawkins High himself. 

You’d gotten ready for this. Like, really. Taken hours primping and priming. Your hair fell, practiced and shiny. Your lip gloss gleamed in the light. The denim skirt you wore was just on the right side of slutty. This worked for you, with guys- always. And still, it seemed like Steve wanted to be anywhere but sitting across the table from you- 

And you? Yeah, you’re taking that pretty personally. 

If he thinks he’s going to get a kiss at the door and a second date after this he’s dead wrong. 

You let him ramble, about his dumb job and his dumb hair and his weekend trip to Indianapolis a month ago. All the while smiling, nodding, giving a quip and taking the cues. 

You're more than happy when the check comes in the form of the older woman with a smokers cough. You're pulling out your purse before she’s even dropped it on the table. 

“No, no, no. I invited you out, It’s my treat-” he pats at his pockets. 

You ignore him, pulling the crisp twenty out of your wallet and handing it to the woman. Nora, her name tag reads. “Here you go, keep the change” 

She smiles at you, before turning sharp eyes to Steve, muttering about how all the real men died in Nam’.  

Your pounding pavement towards his car. Funny, all throughout high school you’d yearned to ride passenger in the maroon BMW, and now you weren't too sure you wanted to get in it at all. It wasn't that much of a walk, back you your house- why had you chosen these tall ass wedges?

“I had that tab, back there. You didn’t have to-” Steve starts the engine, sounding uneasy and unsure for the first time tonight and hah. Good. Misery loves company, and you’re the petty bitch that will enforce the fact. 

“You snooze you lose” 

“Uh-” He makes a face, confused as you play with his radio. If he wants to be a dick fine, but you refuse to do another awkward car ride filled with his shitty taste in music. Megadeth it is. 

Your house is just outside of town, at least a thirty minute ride. 

At five minutes in you decide what the hell. You turn the knob, metal fading  “Quick quesh, why did you ask me out if you’re obviously not interested in dating anyone?”

“What? That’s not true. I date, all the time-” 

“Ah, so just not interested in dating me. Like in particular” 

“No, I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasnt interested in you. Dating you. Dating anyone” 

“Can I share my theory with you? I mean I did let you explain the entire synopsis of Casablanca back there so like, my turn” You get comfortable in the leather seat, wiggling so that you're leaning bag against the door, directly facing him. He’s cute, that dumb little look on his face. The confused nod. 

“So you haven't really been with anyone since Nancy Wheeler- 

“Not true” 

“Yeah you’ve dated like half the girls in this town. But boyfriend, girlfriend? Not since Wheeler. Suspicious? Kind of” 

“It’s not suspicious, I just haven't been with anyone that I wanted to take that next step with” Steve defends himself, bristling a little bit. Fuck if your going to let this go. Who cares if he’s uncomfortable? This is the most fun you’ve had all night. 

“Sure. It’s okay, I’ve done the hung up on the ex thing too- like for years. I just wish you would’ve told me” you shrug 

“Told you what exactly?” 

“That you weren't on the market for anything other than…physical relationships” you pick your brain for the right words. 

His mouth gapes, open, snaps closed. Nose scrunches and well. “That's not something I really go around just advertising. Girls aren't into that” 

“Aren't they?”’

“Are you?” He rebuts, doubtful. Hopeful, but mostly doubtful.  

Bingo. Right on the money.

You bite your cheek, trying to contain your grin as you reach over the console, your hand on Steves denim clad thigh “I think as human beings, it’s kind of fucked up to deprive ourselves of touch. It’s one of the five main senses and all that. I mean, so you don't want to get married...that doesn't mean you can't get your dick wet” 

Steve hisses as your fingers drag, right over his fly. “Y/N”-

“Shh, just keep driving. Don't you wanna have a little fun?” you massage his bulge and reach over, because fuck it. You're in this deep already. Rejection would sting but this date had already been horrible. 

You aim for his stubbled cheek, but he turns his head last minute, his plump lips meeting yours. Fuck, this is the good stuff. The legendary stuff. High School mythology etched on the walls of the girls bathroom, whispered in reverence between friends. Steve tastes like mint, feels like sunshine. Uses the perfect amount of tongue. 

You pull away after a moment. “Eyes on the road, hot stuff”

Now why did he take you to the worst movie of all time, when the two of you could’ve been doing this all night? Boys are so stupid. Even pretty rich ones with good hair. 

You nose behind his ear, drag your lips down his throat as your fingers begin to work on his zipper, giggling when he swallows roughly. 

“All this fun’s gonna get us killed” 

“Come on, you're a great driver. Just focus, okay” you pull away, and his head leans, following without his permission. “Or do you want me to stop?” 

You spear your bottom lip between your teeth, staring at him with big bright eyes. The shadows of your eyelashes dancing in the passing streetlights. 

“That's killer, you know that? Not fair at all. If we end up in a ditch, it’s all your fault” He sighs, concedes, reaches down to lean his seat back. 

“You worry too much. But wouldn't that be kind of rad? Death by road head. We’d have the coolest gravestones ever” You whisper wetly into his ear, tugging on the lobe with your lips. 

He just shakes his head. 

Turns out a thirty minute drive is more then enough to make Steve Harrington turn into a puddle of goo. His chest heaves and he white knuckles the steering wheel as you work him over. 

It’s sloppy and crude, the squelching and gagging echoing around the car. His thighs shake and it takes everything to keep his eyes from crossing. He sneaks a peak, down at your bobbing head, at the way that your’e putting your all into it. Those little hurt sounds you keep making when the fat head catches the back of your throat, just right. He snaps his hips up, cruel. Needing to hear it just a little bit louder as you struggle. 

He can’t do this. 

“Y/N- fuck. Ease up-” 

You double down. 

Elm Drive 

He makes a wide swerve of a turn before stomping on the breaks. Your house is just down at the end of the block. 

When he comes , with a shout and his fistful of your hair, it's blinding. He feels like he’s been sucker punched in the gut, before his spine turns to liquid. 

He’s wrecked. 

And you? You’re fine. Just peachy as you pull off with a pop. Spit and cum smeared across the bottom of your face. He accepts the little peck you give him eagerly. 

You’re wiping your face clean, reapplying your lip gloss and dabbing at the corners of your teary, mascara smudged eyes as Steve tries to come back down to earth, his chest still heaving embarrassingly when you seem so…composed. 

He inches down the street, feeling a little high. He probably shouldn't be driving right now- 

When he pulls in front of your house, porch light on and quaint, you instantly grab your bag. Ready to go. 

“So I’ll um- call you? We should hang out again. Soon? Preferably” 

You throw your head back and laugh, almost meanly “That’s going to be a no from me. This was the worst date I’ve ever been on. Like ever. Lose my number, Harrington” 

You’re out of the car before he can wrap his head fully around what you’d said. No? What? The passenger door slams. 

He’s pretty sure you’re going to leave him high and dry- take the steps up to the porch and call it a night. Instead, you freeze, contemplating for a moment. Your eyes scan the street, peeled for any sign of your neighbors before your wiggling your thick thighs, reaching up under your skirt. 

“Something to think about. If you ever decide that you want to…take that next step” You grin leaning into his driver side window. Handing him the pair of baby blue panties. Still warm. Very much wet. 

Steve poor dick jumps. “I’ll take it into consideration” 

He can’t help but grin. That stupid look on his face the entire time he watches you walk the path, shut your front door behind you. 

Steve had taken out no less than a dozen girls in the last few months, everyone leaving him feeling more unsatisfied than the last. He looks at the blue lacy fabric in his hands, and thinks yeah. 

He’s pretty sure he owes you a second date. 

Welp. This was filthy. If you're interested in reading a part two of this, let me know! I think these two could be really fun. Also, food for thought. My ask box is open. 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x plus sized reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington

[eldritch-spouse]

Idk if anyone has asked this before but how would the Icons react to reader getting stuck in a wall?

The Icon's Queen is stuck in a wall

Zizz is laughing at you. He's really amused, but then, he might be easily amused by anything you do honestly. The first thing he does after making sure you're not in pain is drum on your ass like the childish demon he is. The king will probably not be able to help himself and finger you into a lazy orgasm or two before promptly falling asleep with his head resting squarely on the plush of your rump. It's a weird thing for servants to walk in on, for sure.

Vesper downright asks if you've done this on purpose- But who cares, he's already rubbing one of his cocks against you. He's going to ask you for consent to let the imp servants fuck you one by one, with him going last. Maybe then Vesper will do something about that pesky wall. It's your fault really, you're always asking for it.

Vorticia is laughing really, really hard. Hah, you remind her of when she used to get stuck trying to reach certain cupboards. First you have to tell her how you got into this mess, then she'll torture and edge you a little bit just for kicks, until you're banging on the wall out of frustration. Then she'll order help and proceed to pretend as if nothing happened there. If you'd like to finish, then ask nicely.

Kalymir is another one that's barking out laughter, but he'll quickly start swatting a palm across your ass hard. After all, you're defenseless. He wastes little time before fucking you silly, and if you weren't sore before, you are now. He shatters pieces of the wall with his bare hands before he fishes you out for a proper fuck.

Rinx will take delight in stuffing your holes with all sorts of toys and watch you squirm for a little while. It's a steaming hot peep show, just for him, all for him. You're very convenient like this, you know? Maybe he should let you be. This way, he'll always know where his favorite possession is.

Cero can't hide the smirk on his face. How stupid do you have to be to get stuck in a wall? He'll quickly start making fun of you, though if you beg him to please free you, the Icon gets heated enough to fuck your thighs, making sure to come between them and on you without a word. When help comes to dislodge you, no one dares acknowledge the trails of cum dripping off your lower body as you obediently stand by Cero's side until he dismissed everyone.

Livius is a goof about this immediately. He'll muffle his tittering as he starts occasionally poking you, ignoring your frantic "Who's there?"s. This escalates to tickling and pinching, until he's feathering a finger over your clothed pussy and edging you closer to orgasm by rolling your clit mercilessly. He'll make you soak yourself in your own cum before he genuinely gets you out. Such fun.

#Cero oc #Zizz oc #Vorticia oc #Rinx oc #Livius oc #Kalymir oc #Vesper oc

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor X OC

His Pet

Chapter 3/??

The next few days, Zariah seemed rather reclusive. She spent a lot of time in her room and when she wandered the halls of the hotel, she always looked kind of dazed. Though she'd snap right out of it soon as someone said her name. It made Alastor curious what was going on in that head of hers. One day, he stopped her wanderings by poking a finger to her forehead. She stopped moving but still seemed lost in her head.

“My dear, what is going on in that head of yours?” He asked softly, bending over to look in her eyes.

She seemed so far away, but her reply was confident, “the dragon kingdom being at war with the griffin tribes because of a vague prophecy that one of their princes would kill their king…”

He blinked, maintaining his constant smile, but confusion shone in his eye. “The what now?”

She seemed to zone back in, “oh, sorry Al, I was in my head again… too many ideas bouncing around at once.” She looked a little embarrassed. 

He hummed, “Is that all? You seemed so out of it, even angel dust was worried you were on drugs. But you snap out of it too quickly for that to be the case.”

“Oh, no, I just had a really good idea for a novel, and I was so focused on world building, I forgot I was walking around. I should probably go back to my room and write it all down before I forget what I just came up with.” She turned to leave, her tails swishing about, almost touching his face. He smelt a relaxing perfume from them, like almonds and peonies. He decided to follow her.

“Might I follow you, dear? I'm quite curious what Charlie has done for your room.”

“You're not going to help the others prepare for battle?” She asked, looking over her shoulder. 

“Oh no dear, they'll be fine on their own.” He grinned like always, but it felt empty to her.

“Huh… okay.” 

She entered her room, “Shoes off here at the entrance please. The less dirt tracked in the better.” She took off her own shoes and went straight for her desk.

Alastor looked about from the entrance. The bed was a bunk bed, but the top was covered in books, and the bottom had thick curtains covering all the sides to make it a “canopy bed”. There were papers and notebooks scattered all over the floor, opened to different pages with a doctor's level of scribbling all over the pages. He took off his shoes begrudgingly and made his way across the floor. She was sitting in a chair, rocking it back on its back feet as she wrote quickly.

Alastor looked over her shoulder and was having a hard time making out any of the words. “My dear, are you even writing in full sentences?”

“Oh, no. These are just my personal notes. I don't intend for people to read my raw notes, they're just for me. If you want to read the stuff I've actually cleaned up, there's a pile over in the corner of cleaned up stories.” She pointed over to them. “The one in the red notebook I think you'll like best. It's a horror romance, with a wendigo like monster, and werewolves. The wendigo is the love interest.” 

She didn't look up from her pages as she went back to writing.

He was vaguely curious, so he went over and picked it up. He skimmed it a bit. “This is quite unique. You're getting more and more intriguing by the day, darling.” She stopped writing as he called her that, she lost her balance on the chair and fell back with a yelp!

But before her head could hit the ground, the chair was caught and turned back upright, with her still on it. She looked back and saw Alastor's shadow had caught her.

“My my, you should really be more careful. You could have gotten a nasty bruise there.” His smile took on a playful air.

She laughed lightly, “thanks Al. You just surprised me is all. I've never been called ‘darling’ by anyone before.”

“Really? A charming young thing like you?” He asked, resting his chin in his hand as he leaned on the desk.

“young? Hah, and charming?” She shook her head, “I may look cute in this form, but when I was alive… let's just say my soul is more beautiful than my body was. And for the 2020's, I sure wasn't considered charming. You're from what, the 1920's? There's like 100 years between us. And probably about half a continent at least.” She sighed, then held one of her own tails, petting the fur to soothe herself. “Oh, hey, so I noticed the deer ears and antlers, do you have a tail too? Oh, do your antlers get velvet that sheds seasonally?” She smiled at him.

He couldn't help but chuckle, “ah dear, you ask such interesting questions. And I plan to answer none of them!” She pouted and he shuffled his chair over to pet her head again, “Your hair is so soft.” She purred and her other tail flipped into his lap.

“My tails are soft too. They're really soothing to pet when I get anxious. You can pet my tails if you'd like!”

He pulled his hand back from petting her and held them both up, “ah, my dear, I think you may have misunderstood my affections!” He sounded a bit nervous. She looked at him for a moment before blushing and waving her hands frantically!

“Wait! No no, I just meant it as a friendly offer! I know you weren't trying to come onto me, I'm sorry if it came off weird. It's not like my tails are sensitive or anything weird. I was just being friendly.” She then hid her face in her hands, her ears laying flat. 

He sighed, a relieved look crossing his face, “ah, good. Then this was just a misunderstanding. I'm sorry for causing you such distress, Zariah.” He then reached out and pet the tail in his lap, just one stroke… it was the softest thing he'd ever felt! He kept petting it, and Zariah began to calm down and relax. 

“Well, I'm glad that's the case. I'll also take our bond seriously as well.” 

“It's okay, I'm sorry I caused you discomfort. I should have worded that better. Or added further clarification or something. I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable around me. You're my first friend in hell, and I'm taking that bond seriously.” She had a determined look, and he chuckled, it seemed his new pet liked her leash. 

#ace alastor #alastor #alastor x oc #alastor x reader #alastor's pet #aroace alastor #hazbin hotel #platonic alastor x reader

[cantsaythetword]

If you’re comfortable,

39. “If you want it, come and get it!”

Imagine Nick being too proud of his “Rugby King” title and stealing the ball or teasing the others (Sai, Otis, and Christian) during a small after school practice. Since the three boys have known Nick since he was little, they have to know a few good secrets. Maybe they call over Charlie for a demonstration and both Nick and Charlie are happy because Charlie is being included and acknowledged as Nick’s boyfriend.

Dethroning the King

~A/N  - THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ACTUALLY GET AROUND TO AND IM SORRY ANON YOU'RE A GIFT TO MANKIND WITH THAT PATIENCE !!!!!

Hope I didn't write the characters too OOC, apologies if I did!

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

Masterpost Link 

"One more for the KING!" Nick whooped, sliding along the grass across the try line on the rugby field.

Charlie laughed to himself and quietly clapped a few times in his boyfriend's direction. Not too much to draw attention to himself, but enough that if Nick happened to look over he would feel Charlie's support.

Not that it was needed. By the eyeroll that Sai gave Nick it appeared his's ego was at full mast this afternoon.

"You boys aren't even trying today!" Nick continued, running a victory quarter-lap back towards his friends.

"'Course we are!" Christian playfully punched Nick's shoulder before hooking the ball out of Nick's grip.

And the game began again.

A few successful dodges by Christian and a great catch by Otis ran the pair straight towards their goal, when out of nowhere Nick skidded along the grass and took poor Otis's legs out from under him.

"Damnit Nelson." Otis grunted with a half-laugh.

"Hah!" Nick whooped. "Nothing can stop me!"

"Oh really?" Sai quipped, moving closer to his cocky friend.

"Oh yeah!"

It was Charlie who rolled his eyes this time.

Otis, catching on to Sai's plan, pushed himself to his feet with a grin. "We all know that's not true."

"Not true?" Nick smirked. "Then why do I have the ball and you don't?"

Sai laughed menacingly. "Oh we can change that.'

"Alright then." Nick grinned naively, spreading his arms and holding the ball in one hand. "If you want it, come and get it."

"GET HIM!" Sai whooped, tackling Nick to the ground and clawing his fingers into Nick's sides. Nick let out a strangled laugh before squirming on the floor in Sai's grip.

Otis bumped shoulders with Charlie on his way past. "You're gonna want to see this mate."

Christian wasn't far behind, and soon the two boys joined the dog-pile and started shoving their hands into any gap they could find to reach their giggly friend.

"NOHOHOHO GUYS!" Nick screeched, kicking his feet behind him and flipping onto his back to gain a fighting chance.

Charlie gave a surprised laugh. Sure he had poked Nick a few times before, but he had no idea Nick was this ticklish.

"Come on Charlie!" Christian called out. "Help us out!"

"CHAHAHAR NOHOHO!" Nick begged, his arms swinging wildly in an attempt to fight off the 6 hands attacking him.

"Honestly Charlie," Sai grinned. "I don't know how you put up with him."

Charlie laughed. "Well, knowing this certainly helps!"

"Just you wait, there's a reeeeally good spot riiiiight~" Christian wriggled his hands teasingly above Nick's thighs, "here!"

"CHRIHIHISTIAHAHAHAN!"

All potential opportunities for begging went out the window the moment Nick's legs entered the ring. The poor guy was a squealing thrashing mess - much to his friends' enjoyment.

"Taking notes Char?" Otis beamed, his fingers currently tormenting Nick's neck.

Charlie laughed and nodded. "I'm never forgetting this."

"You'd better remember." Sai grumbled, fighting against Nick to regain access to the man's underarms. "It'll make those old married couple arguments a hell of a lot easier."

Slightly stunned by the casualness of Sai's comment, Charlie felt his face flush. Not out of embarrassment, but out of warmth. It had happened before, of course. Every time Tao or Elle had mentioned Nick as his 'boyfriend' it had brought another wave of pink to Charlie's cheeks. But something about this time felt different. Felt good. It was nice being acknowledged by Nick's 'lad' friends as well as the usual gang.

And even though most of the laughter coming from Nick was a result of the tickle attack still being carried out against him, Charlie couldn't help but notice Nick's smile grow a little wider too.

#fic #mine #ask #anon #heartstopper tickle fic #nick and charlie tickle fic #i hope the ending didn't feel too rushed <33333 #I kind of like it but also idk

[bucknastysbabe]

hiiiii 🖤🧡 is it okay if i request more small dick aegon smut?👀 maybe with a twin sister reader 👀

Um yes of course! Hope you like it🥰

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Small cock truthing Aegon, twin Targ!sis, humiliation, mentions of cucking, insecure baby Aegon, hard feminization, handjobs, prostate stimulation, these two are a Mess

Insecure

They laid in bed together. The twins always found a way to get what they want. Always did. Even when Aegon was married to Helaena and her to Aemond. The elder twin lightly treaded his fingers through her matching waves, eyes closed. They were naked as the day they were born, one after another. Perfect twins. Aegon swore Otto had a hand in keeping the two from being wed. They did exacerbate the worst in each-other.

His cock was stirring but Aegon made no move, yet, at the least. She rolled onto her back, stretching her pale arms. The princess casually asked, “You’ve heard of those famous Yunkish whores right?” Aegon laughed and turned to face her.

“Yes of course, I’ve bedded plenty of them.”

She smirked and poked his chest, a bad sign for Aegon. The blonde purred, “I’ve heard down in Oldtown at those strange pillow houses they get these Yunkish men with massive cocks. I think I want one in King’s Landing, wouldn’t that be fun?”

Aegon scoffed petulantly, “Why would that be fun? It would probably be painful.”

She shrugged, “It would be fun because all I get is your tiny cock and sniveling after two minutes. I want a stud, stretch me out real nice.” Aegon frowned and glared at his twin. He bit out, “If it’s such a problem then why are you still here?” Her own violet eyes watched Aegon begin to shrivel up, arms crossing and him turning away.

She hopped over to his side, hair dragging along his pale skin, “Because I love your sniveling and cocklet contrary to the matter,” she playfully reached between his legs, Aegon yelping and trying to hide himself. He was hard already, she snickered to herself. Aegon grumbled, “I’m sure they have a stud down in Flea Bottom. I’m not in the mood.”

Aegon was never not in the mood. He was bullshitting his twin who knew everything about the idiot. She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and cooed, “I know you’re hard, lemme play with it. C’mon stop being a brat.” Aegon tried to cover his rapidly swelling, but still small, cock. His face flushed and he tried to bat the she demon away. The prince’s resolve was quickly crumbling.

Her teeth nibbled at his ear, hand snaking it’s way down his trembling belly. Aegon’s twin hissed, “Sweetling, you know I like to rile you up. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Let me make it up to you, hm? Please little sister, I’m sorry!”

Aegon groaned in pleasure, he knew she knew that he loved that. The male groaned, tossing a vial of discarded oil to his sister. “Good boy,” she purred, slicking her hand up with the scented oil. The elder Targaryen’s eyes rolled up when her palm practically covered his length, three fingers really all was needed. She liked to torture him though, circle her thumb around his purple slit until he cried.

For now the girl kissed and loved on Aegon, hand idly rubbing and pulling. She whispered, “It’s so pretty y’know, just like someone I know.” Aegon’s reply was strangled, “I-I, hah, wonder who.” She laughed airily and nudged a thigh between his own so she could get better access. Splaying him open easily, the elder whining through his nose at the obscene slap of his small cock on his belly.

She grabbed it again, thumb beginning to do the thing he hated loved. Her other soft hand pulled and rolled at his balls, which had the misfortune of being average, making the prince’s prick look even smaller. She rasped, “This is why I like yours better, less work, imagine having to use two hands on a cock.”

Her thumb dug into his slit, sending Aegon’s legs to shaking and eliciting a throaty moan. She breathed, “Ah, that’s the spot huh? Pretty clit so swollen and wet for me.” Aegon cried out, loudly. She continued, “Mhm, yeah my princess is all wet an’ achy. That’s why you’re spread like a slut.” Aegon babbled along, bucking into her hand.

She returned to twisting at his sensitive flesh, entire palm encasing his throbbing prick. It was almost like a cunt. He tried to steady his breathing, chest heaving and mewling like a little kitten now. He went along with her little game, “Oh, big brother, oh I’m so close, lemme come on your hands.” He writhed and twisted, her thumb digging into his other sweet spot below his balls. The girl cooed, “I know honey, feels s’good for you. Such a horny little princess, always needs her clit rubbed and pussy fingered.” She licked up a hot tear, grinning.

Aegon’s voice sure sounded like a girls while he blubbered and mewled out his incoming climax. His creamy thighs were wide open now, fucking onto her thumb, into her hand. All while that raspy voice edged him on, “Mhm, sweet girl, c’mon, let your brother watch.” Aegon was drooling, reaching for a kiss as he cried and convulsed under his twin’s ministrations.

He filled her hand with hot seed, dribbling down and onto his twitchy belly. Aegon half sobbed, “S’that good big brother? Good enough for you?” He still was insecure and his stomach felt weird. The twin pecked his plump lips and stated, “So good. Better than anything in the land. Pretty little thing, let me get you some water. I bet you’re worn out.”

Aegon shook his head, grasping onto her frame. She rolled her eyes, chiding about the mess. He shoved his nose into her neck and mumbled, “I’ll buy a Yunkish stud if you’d like, dear sis.” Her eyes softened as she stared down at him. Shaking her pale strands she replied, “Don’t want one. Obviously the gods blessed me with you. I came watching you squirm and wet my fist. Prettiest sight. Now quit your worrying.”

“…Fine.”

#hotd fanfic #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd smut #aegon ii x reader

[blorbologist]

Astrid for your trick and trick prompts!

Trick! >:D This was super tricky(hah!) to pull off, but I wanted to poke at a bit of the other ramifications of the recent events in Wildemount, and Astrid is perfect for that <3 my gorl <3

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The Soul don’t trust her. Wiser not to: her use as a witness against Trent was because she had been useful to him as a tool, and now she sat at the same table he had, lined with instruments at her disposal. 

But when her office clatters with the fall and tumble and screams of a dozen dozen magic items falling, inert (not dead), her Sendings don’t go through. Not to them. Not to Caleb. Not to Eadwulf. Not even, in desperation, to -

Astrid curls up on the floor, mouth agape. Her scar burns, again. Her glyphs boil, again. Her head strikes back at her for the arrogance to want to know why and know, and know, and know if -

(They are your leylines, Master Ikithon had purred, walking a nail through a sharp angle. Conduits to magic as those of Exandria. Roads to power.)

The king speaks in weak rage, anger born of fear, the Cerberus Assembly conspicuously headless. And Archmage Astrid Becke, littlest of their number, can think only of her chair at this table and who held it before her.

(Divinity is shackled, it seems. Magic struggling to follow leylines.)

(He’s free. Of course he is. Has to be.)

(She’s dead, screams the itch in her scars, a map to her obituary. Dead, dead, dead.)

But Master Ikithon is nothing but a footnote to his most resplendent and revered Highness King Dwendal, most insignificant of his name. Where is Ludinus, he bellows. Where are my wards? Who is responsible? What Crick did this? 

I don’t know, is all they can say, more unsettling for the people who usually know too much.

The rest - Uludan, Hass, the rest of the snakes. They knew what Trent did to them, they know she knows, they still see her as useful, a tool, even at the table. They look to her, Archmage of Civil Influence, not expecting her to be the one to. Making her play the part anyways. No, her people use Sending. Sending is not working. 

(No response. Has he already -?)

Hours of meeting. Increased security. Insistence to take advantage of the opportunity to dispatch a few daggers in key places. Astrid strides out and away, not looking at the other heads of her order. Keeps her own high, on swivel, because - 

She’s expecting the arm that grabs her. Expects the lines - they match, fit together, continue from her wrist to his bicep. 

“Eadwulf,” says Astrid. “Wulf -” 

“Blumenthal,” he replies, in croaking gasps. His shirt is undone - the silver raven feather gleams like a dagger, or death. “Ikithon.”

They go.

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Of course. Of course. Even after it all. Astrid Becke at his seat. Astrid Becke who locked the collar around his neck. Caleb Widogast (not Bren Ermendrud) was the one he chose. The most naive of their three, the one who let the bastard live.

She cries, in the cradle of her mothers’ graves, that she dare be relieved.

🎃Trick or Treat! Send me an ask and you'll get a trick (angst) or treat (fluff) ficlet in return! 🎃

#critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #critical role #astrid becke #cerberus assembly #campaign 2 #cr fanfic #i love. astrid. SO FUCKING MUCH. BITING MY FIST AND YELLING. LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE. I NEED TO KNOW HOW SHES DOING LIAM. FUCKING TELL ME

[ohnoanalien]

Restless

It's just a small drabble for an AU where Sun Wukong was found by the pilgrims as a baby! This takes place only a week after he was found on Flower Fruit Mountain, so bear with me as it's mostly wholesome fluff about how the group reacts to the cub. Enjoy!

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"Sit still, Pilgrim."

A watercolor sunset stretched across a vast mountain, overlooking a sea that glittered like jewels on glass. The sight was beautiful– far too beautiful for Pilgrim to ignore. The little cub shifted and squirmed, climbing over the Tang Monk's shoulders and onto his head.

"I can’t– ow! help you meditate if you’re not listening to me." He blew a decorative ribbon out of his face as tiny paws knocked his crown askew. Be calm. Be a good example. You mustn't give in to anger, not while your disciple is still learning. He closed his eyes, salty air and crisp breeze fading into the ether. Slowly, slowly he breathed, descending into a quiet calm. Like a bleached mural, the world began to erode into nothing–

“Master, Ao Lie is saddled!”

–and battered his skull like a crumbling roof.

Touting speeds that could make a sparrow blush, Sun Wukong chirped happily as he leapt into Pigsy’s waiting arms. He laughed, catching his baby brother with a spin and a hug. “Hah! Did you have a good time with your Master, you imp? I bet you’re hungry after all that lecturing, aren’t you?”

He pinched a cheek, earning a pout in return. From behind, a low hum carried above the waves. “I’m afraid that if you continue to smother him with your love he’ll suffocate.”

“Wujing! You brute! I would never!” Zhu Baije gasped in shock, pressing the little one to his chest until it elicited a squeak. 

Webbed fingers slowly pried apart a death grip. “I understand. It must be wonderful to have a family again.”

“I-I never said–!”

“But you cannot force love, no matter how hard you try.” In the pig demon’s arms, the disciple smoothed Pilgrim’s ginger fur clump by clump. A kitten-like purr filled the air, and the infant leaned into the touch– latching to Wujing’s stomach in the process. “See? It’s all about balance.”

“Of course! Of course!” His elder brother snickered, ribbing his brother with an elbow to his side. “Your cup in the heavenly court spoke wonders of your flexible fingers.”

A bushy eyebrow raised, and the other pushed back with a chuckle. “Ah, but you would have appreciated the banquet my friend. The food and drink was lovely, though I’m uncertain if it would fill your stomach quite like a wife’s cooking.”

Giggling turned to mock offense, and poking turned to shoving. Still attached to the elder’s belly, Sun Wukong squealed in delight as he rocked back and forth with the tide, tugging Sha Wujing’s curly beard as they went. With a blood-curdling scream, the mighty warrior fell to the ground, a burly arm draped over his forehead. “Oh my! How could I, the beastly maneater of Flowing Sands River, fall to the Great Monkey King?!”

At such a glorious title, the little cub felt his stone limbs pump with fire and brimstone. He perched on his victim, beating his chest with tiny fists. “Eek! Eek eek!”

It was the clear of a throat that nipped playtime in the bud.

Like dolls put back on the shelf, the disciples straightened, staring ahead with paper blank faces. Sighing, Tripitaka shot Sha Wujing a pointed glare as he helped his master onto Ao Lie. "Behave."

And again his instructions were ignored by his youngest disciple. The wanderer climbed on all five limbs from an iridescent, azure branch to one that was sun-kissed and uncalloused. Flopping on his back, he curled into a cassock like it was his very own nest, regal fabric shimmering as moonlight rose above the trees. 

The monk made no move to remove the prince. 

Instead he stiffened, nails digging into leather reins. Ao Lie trotted on as the group fell in their usual line, and Zhu Baije leaned towards the luggage bearer ever-so-slightly.

"He is quite strict, isn't he?" He bit back a grin behind a flowing sleeve, "We cannot eat meat. We cannot kill. We cannot attach ourselves to worldly possessions. And worse still, we cannot form a family. The little gemstone that loves us dearly must be so distraught." 

Be calm. 

Be a good example.

Ao Lie broke the holy monk from his trance with a soft chuff, flicking his tail just above Pilgrim’s face. The little stone flashed his fangs and hooted excitedly, unfurling himself to bat at it like he was fighting a great demon. And for just a moment, pure gold eyes met brown. Restless and begging for belonging. 

An eyebrow twitched. 

Buddha, grant this teacher mercy.

#journey to the west #jttw #jttw au #drabble #sun wukong #tripitaka #zhu bajie #sha wujing #ao lie

[sergeantsporks]

Writing request: post king’s tide, Gus and Hunter talking about the events in it and what they’re gonna do now (What Gus saw with the Belos thing. And also how Gus feels in the human realm now that his first experience with it is basically soured.)

(I hope you don't mind I changed the prompt a little bit to fit what we got from Thanks to Them)

“I knew.”

Hunter poked a stick in the fire Luz had lit with a glyph. “Hm?”

Gus drew his knees up to his chest. “I knew. That you were a Grimwalker.”

Hunter’s grip tightened on the stick. “Oh.” He poked the coals again, then jumped up. “OH.” He jabbed a finger at Gus, mouth fumbling and stumbling on the words he wanted to say. “You’re Captain Avery,” he managed to spit out.

“Hah. Yeah. I’m Captain Avery. I thought you were picking up on what I was trying to say when you made that O’ Bailey costume.”

Hunter ran his hands through his hair. “Cosmic Frontier—you were… ohhhhhhh.” He sat back down with a groan. “I completely missed that.”

Gus’ nose crinkled. “In hindsight, it was probably a liiiiiitle too nuanced as a way to let you know that I knew. I mean. Book code? How were you supposed to know that meant I knew?” He twisted his hands. “I just… wanted to let you know that it was okay. That you could trust me.”

“I do.”

“But… not with that.”

“I needed more time to find out more. About where I came from, about… how I related to Belos, who my ortet was. Caleb Wittebane.” The words were foreign in his mouth.

“Heh. Caleb, huh? That’s a weird coincidence.”

Hunter clutched at his chest where Flapjack had last been. “Yeah… weird…”

“He seems like he was okay.”

“Huh?”

Gus rubbed his arms. “When I… did that spell on Belos, I saw him. Caleb Wittebane. That was how I knew. I saw him, I saw your… birth…”

“Sorry about that.”

Gus chuckled. “It wasn’t so bad, you just crawled out of a mudpit. As far as how people are born, that’s probably the least traumatizing thing to see!” He settled back down. “But he seemed like an okay guy, your ortet. I know Masha said he got spirited away by a witch, but I think he went because he wanted to. And he stayed because he wanted to.”

Hunter tugged on the new strand of hair. Maybe Willow would cut it for him again. “He was still a witch hunter. He still brought his brother to a place where everyone was a witch hunter, Belos wouldn’t have been a witch hunter without him. He went to the isles looking for him, he’s the reason Belos was there. He’s the reason Belos didn’t leave.”

“Maybe.” Gus sighed. “Belos killed him.”

“Yeah?”

“They had a fight. I don’t think he was a witch hunter at the end. He was a witch protector.”

“Fat lot of good it did anyone.”

“Hey. Don’t be so hard on him. He made mistakes, sure, everyone does. But we’re not blaming Luz for accidentally helping Belos meet the Collector, are we?”

“No,” Hunter muttered, “We’re not.”

“So maybe be a little nicer about Caleb. Your ortet did the right thing at the end, and that’s what matters.”

“Hm.”

“And it doesn’t matter anyway. None of that affects who you are.” Gus nudged him. “Not… any more than who O’ Bailey was cloned from affected who he was.”

Despite himself, Hunter smiled. “Heh. Yeah. That plotline was a bit contrived, huh? It was the ‘enemy planet’ thing that mattered.”

“Ha.”

Hunter leaned back. “Would you ever go back?”

“Hm?”

“To the human realm,” Hunter clarified, “Would you go back?”

“I don’t know. I always wanted to go, I’ve loved the idea of the human realm for as long as I can remember, but…”

“Your first experience wasn’t under the best of circumstances?”

“Yeah.” Gus glanced over at the blanket lump that was Luz. “I’d go to visit Luz and Camila, I think. If we could make a stable portal.” He sighed. “It wasn’t all bad. There was so much cool stuff there! And the giraffes were… terrifying. But I just… I don’t know, I think I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn’t missing my dad the whole time.”

“So bring him next time,” Hunter suggested.

“What?”

“Bring your dad. Show him the things you liked. Let him see. Then the human realm won’t be a place where you missed your dad, it’ll be a cool place you showed him.”

“Yeah,” Gus said slowly, “Yeah! He can be the first Boiling Isles reporter to cover the human realm!” Gus’ ears wiggled up and down. “And I can be his tour guide!” Gus settled down, leaning against Hunter’s shoulder. “Thanks, Hunter.”

Hunter nodded, staring into the fire. “Thank you. For… being understanding about the Grimwalker thing. For trying to reach out, even if it didn’t work.”

“Hm? Yeah, sure. We made a secret handshake and everything, I’m not going to be put off by a little cloning and witch hunter ancestry.” Gus held his fist out for a bump. “You’re stuck with me.”

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #toh hunter #hunter wittebane #gus porter #writing requests #my writing

[musekicker]

(Warning for multiple prompts today lol. Always feel free to skip any ideas too)

Prompt for srmthfg: one of the monkey kids birthdays?

I'll have to write a actual birthday party fic for some of the kids. But here's a Eclipse birthday related drabble.

Today was Eclipse's birthday. Eclipse made this known at the breakfast table. The other kids were already a bit annoyed with Eclipse. There was no real complaints though up until the moment with the cereal box prize.

A new box of cereal had ended up opened. Which meant a new cereal prize was available. The rule of not opening cereal boxes until the last one was finished, not even to get the prizes in the other boxes sooner, was a well enforced rule. As was the rule of taking turns on who got the prize. For this box it was Blaze's turn. And he was about to pick up the prize. But then Eclipse made a grab for the cereal prize. Being closer to where the prize had fell out of the box he succeeded.

"Hey! It's my turn for the cereal prize." Blaze said.

"It's my birthday. I make all the rules." Eclipse said. "King for the day."

"Not how birthdays work." Cooper added in.

Eclipse was not listening to Cooper. Rather he pulled the prize closer to himself.

Mira, who had long since opted out of getting the prize from the cereal boxes was watching the interaction. All while crunching down on the sweetest cereal they had in the pantry.

As the oldest of the kid group, Mira often times was the one to help make sure small squabbles did not get out of control. As they often did with Cooper and Blaze. This time she was more worried about the growing possibility of there being a squabble between Eclipse and Blaze.

"I didn't vote for you." Blaze snapped.

Cooper opened his mouth to say something. For sure about the fact that you didn't vote for kings. He decided against it and closed his mouth.

Eclipse meanwhile still had the prize in his hand. Blaze scowled deeper before slamming his palms on the table.

"I say we revolt." Blaze told the other kids.

"Your reign is falling into anarchy already, Eclipse." Mira noted.

Eclipse frowned.

"You can't revolt!" Eclipse cried.

"Of course I can. And I bet no one else here is on your side." Blaze said.

"I'm on his side." Quasar said.

Blaze glared at his brother.

"Why are you on his side? You're my brother!" Blaze cried.

"Free agent. I do what I want." Quasar said.

Blaze scowled. Eclipse was grinning now. Things were going more his way after all.

"I know Cygnus is on my side." Eclipse said.

"Welll-" Cygnus said, fingers drumming softly on the table edge.

Eclipse gasped.

"Betrayal!" he cried.

"Hah!" Blaze said. "Revolt time!"

Before the situation could spiral out of control, Sprx entered the kitchen. Clearly he had heard at least a bit of the conversation considering what he said as soon as he got into the kitchen.

"No revolts. Those get messy and no one wants to make a deep clean on the kitchen." Sprx said.

Blaze and Eclipse were still glaring at each other. And though the very short lived call of revolt seemed to be called off, Eclipse still had the prize.

"And oh, because of the last birthday we had, I want to make it clear that no one can order people to fight for your amusement." Sprx added in.

"I only did that once and now it's become a rule for everyone." Quasar grumbled.

"Kiddo." Sprx said to his middle child. "You started a lot of rules."

Quasar thought about it and grinned a bit.

"Guess I'm ahead of my time." Quasar said.

Sprx, despite his sighing, was not surprised on Quasar's take on this news.

"Not the lesson you should be taking from that." Sprx said.

As Sprx was moving to the cupboard to get his own quick breakfast, Eclipse poked Blaze in the arm.

"Here. I'm getting presents today. And it IS your turn I guess." Eclipse said.

Blaze blinked in surprise at the sudden turn. Soon that surprised look morphed into a smile and he took the offered prize.

Not long after breakfast Sprx brought the kids out into the city for a outing. Though clearly this was a outing to get Eclipse out of the robot so that the birthday party could be set up, the other kids joined into the outing. One parent keeping a eye on a group of six kids as a challenge but one Sprx was taking on.

The plan was to head over to the arcade. A good place that would keep all the kids busy for hours. Once they arrived no one was surprised when Eclipse made a beeline for the toy capsule machines.

Capsule toys were a interest of Eclipse's after all. He had a sizeable collection of them at the robot. And normally he would try to get at least one different toy from each of the toy sets that were put into the machines. However as of late Eclipse was set on one of the toys in this set of capsule toys in particular. This was because this set was for a show that Eclipse was a big fan of.

He had all of the set except one. This character in show was also the one that had the most dramatic story line. And because of that they were Eclipse's favorite character.

By this point Eclipse had a army of the figures of the shows cute mascot character. Mira had taken one of those figures off of Eclipse's hands. The others doubles figures fates were for either to replace lost game token pieces or to get lost somewhere in the robot and for someone to accidentally step onto.

Today Eclipse was sure his luck would shift.

"Okay capsule machine." Eclipse told the machine. "Today's the day. It's my birthday and I demand you give me the toy I've been trying to get for months."

"I don't think capsule machines react to orders." Cooper commented.

Eclipse grumbled at that comment. He kept his glare on the capsule machine though.

"I could use some shape shifting and-" Mira said.

"Nope! No shape shifting to get the toy." Sprx said quickly. "Remember when you shape shifted your way into one of those claw machines? We ALL nearly got banned."

Mira frowned a little as she thought back to that moment.

"Yeah well, those machines are a joke. I had the claw on that plush. Then it dropped right before it reached the prize slot." Mira said.

Sprx didn't disagree with that point. Claw machines had cheated him out of money more then once too. But he kept that opinion to himself right now in case Mira decided that she would still would try to use her shape shifting powers for the gain of a specific toy.

 "You actually may be able to get that toy if we're lucky." Cooper said.

Cooper reached into the satchel he had brought along for their outing. After a bit of rummaging Cooper pulled out a plastic baggie filled with coins. All quarters it seemed like.

"We know that you've been trying to so hard to get that one toy." Blaze said.

"So we all saved up." Cygnus added in.

Eclipse stared at the bag of quarters for a moment.

"That's a lot of quarters." Eclipse said.

"We've been saving for awhile." Mira said.

Armed with so many quarter it still took at least about a half hour and about fifteen dollars worth of capsule toys to finally get the toy that Eclipse had been wanting for so long. The whole group had cheered the moment that Eclipse had opened the capsule and there it was.

There was still time before they had to get back and they had enough money left over for everyone to get a small, frozen treat on their way back to the robot. And after that, time to go back to the robot for Eclipse's birthday party.

The party itself was as nice as the day out itself. With gifts included.

#srmthfg

[a-gal-with-taste]

Gal gal gal!

What about silco with reader as a chem-baron ?

YES. Power-couples of a Underground empire for the WIN-!!!

It's business.

Good, mutual and multi-beneficial, but business is what the two of you have silently chosen to refer your partnership as - it's dangerous to refer to it any anything else.

"It's hardly an enterprise."

Even if sometimes, Silco insists on relabeling it. 'It', often interchanging from a reference to the partnership you've found yourself in with the Eye, or the actual business you are both apart of.

For either topic, you always scoff at such attempts to rename what you have, for it's far easier to keep it strictly business, than anything else.

"I believe the definition of an enterprise is the merge of multi-faceted businesses coming together as one, for common-benefit and profit..." The pillow-talk leaves much to be desired, if it were any other but the King and a Baroness of the Undercity as participants. Smoothing back your hair enough that it won't be immediately obvious to those catching your escape back to your own territory, you raise a brow at the man still reclined-back on his pillows, cigar already finished and wafting in the tray at his bedside. "Feel free to enlighten me if the word enterprise has changed it's definition in the last several hours, but I think it fits well in describing our operation."

Silco's smile is a rare thing to others, but for you, it's a common occurrence, so you're not too surprised to see it. The mirth is a bit different though, and so you pause while reaching for your shoes. "The operation is based on survival, which enterprises hardly lay focus on. While the barons are more than welcome to line their pockets from what they make from the operation, it shouldn't be forgotten why the operation was built in the first place-"

"To gain influence in the Undercity?"

"To redefine control for Zaun." The sole-remaining eye opens, and Silco raises himself on an elbow to look at you, brow raising. "You recall what control meant to Topsiders? How it meant to stifle, instead of inspire that progress they oh-so love to harp on about for the residents above ground?"

You prop your elbow on a knee, chin resting on a fist as you raise a brow at him, curious as you counter, "So, you think the enterprise is an inspiration, then?" Interesting way to spin it... certainly, no one would've expected such leaps in technology, business and powers that the last decade had provided under Silco's control. But regardless of the Zaunite-themed progression the last several years had triggered, you found it difficult to imagine a system built on Shimmer would be one that those would find inspiration from.

"I told you - it's hardly a business." Silco pauses, and you his tongue poke into his cheek as he rolls the word he's considering in his mind for a moment. "It's an empire."

"Hah." You could've told him that - the use of titles like king and baron were rather telling. "And I imagine you fancy yourself it's emperor."

"Of course not. Others may refer to me as such, but I fancy myself a bit more modest than self-titling."

You decide not to point out the fact that there is a giant, neon-green Eye-insignia just outside of the establishment, and instead raise a brow with a small smirk, "Of course not... so, if this is an empire, and some would consider yourself it's emperor... is it everything you wanted?"

Satisfaction is something Silco seems largely unfamiliar with, or at least with display of it.

He certainly never shows it at meetings with the Barons, and you've only been privy to hints of it from the more private meetings between only him and yourself. For those reasons alone, you're unsurprised when he takes a moment to answer, and ultimately responds in the negative - or, in the different, "I had expectations, once. Idyllic, or however close to idyllic as can be gained here. Experience tempered those ideas, and reality forced compromise with much of my plans..."

"But...?" You coaxed, raising a brow and earning the hint of a smirk on his lips.

"But, perhaps the Topsiders have some right ideas with their preaching of progress. Imperfect, but when will Zaun ever be?"

Fair enough. 

You hum your agreement as you stand, reaching over to picking up the remains of the long-sleeve red-shirt from where it’s scattered with the other clothing along the floor. A majority of your own has been returned on your person, but you decide to take your coat back in hand on your return to where the Eye of Zaun lounges, watching you with said eye, and a pensive glint, that grows stronger as you reach out with his shirt, and his question, “So, if we’re all just pieces of your empire, and not partners of your mass-enterprise... should us Barons be expecting to pay a part in your ‘grand dynasty’ for much longer, Silco?”

Business and pleasure goes well between you two - that’s where your relationship seems the most at ease. Teasing is always layered beneath seemingly-innocuous conversations about treaties, heated-debates at the Grand Baron Hall always charged with a frustration not directly related to the topic at hand... 

Your question is drenched in teasing that could relate to both versions of your partnership with Silco, on the future of your business, and where exactly you fit in Silco’s plots of the future of, indeed, his ‘great dynasty.’

You mean it as a joke, a stint of humor, but when he reaches out (hand going to rest over your own, and not on the shirt you attempt to return to him) his expression can only be described as serious. 

"I don't... Barons can be interchanged at a whim. Useful in the moment, but I have no designs for them within the span of the long-term."

You try not to feel the sting from that. You are a Baron, and he's not wrong that your position is interchangeable and regardless - it's just business. "I see..."

There's a squeeze upon your hand, which stops your neutral-response short. Because the squeeze that Silco gives, combined with the look in his eyes, is certainly not one between the label of business-partners you have both agreed to refer to one-another as.

It's a look you're used to seeing, and trying to ignore, while you're in his bed, and the idea of Chem-Barons, Zaun, politics, kings and business, becomes a distant memory for a short time.

"However. I have always envisioned myself with someone at my side. An expectation, if you will, that Zaun would be ruled by myself with another at my side... strictly, in a none-business sense." He adds, a hint of a smirk dancing on his lips that you cling to as evidence that he's joking - but the serious look, combined with the warm squeeze of his fingers around yours, confirms your worst fears that he's not.

"That's... a dangerous expectation to have. Especially for an enterprise of this size-"

"I told you, it's not an enterprise." Silco retorts, then that smirk grows wider, and that hand tightens around yours, burning as much as his eyes are as he guides your hand close, and scarred lips brush over your knuckles, as dangerous as the edge of a knife. "And I expect that every empire is to come-complete with a queen..."

This isn't just dangerous territory; this is catastrophic. A disaster waiting to happen, and you can't believe he's doing this...

"The assembly is next week," You interrupt him, before he could damage the reputation of the partnership between you any further with any further talk of expectations and empires, all-but shoving his shirt back into his hands as you free your own. "I'll draw up the proposal that myself and Chross discussed, I know how little you enjoy conversing with the ex-Piltie. I trust my favor to be rewarded with properly - that factory-line bordering Smeech's territory looks promising."

"Done." Silco is always rather accommodating after your meetings with him, so you're no surprised he gives you what you want without a beat of pause. "But we aren't finished here. There is still much we ought to discuss before we conclude our meeting."

But you are - because you know if you go any further, not only is your partnership at sake, but Silco might just give you an offer you can't refuse, and more concerningly, you're unsure if you want to refuse him.

Turning and heading to the door, with faint brushes of your hands over clothes and hair to smooth back any evidence if your time with the Eye of Zaun, and the more-recent flusteredness he'd triggered within you, you only stop-short at the sound of your name, and the creak of the bed shifting beneath Silco. Your fingers are already at the doorknob, but you know full-well this meeting isn't over without his say - which he hasn't given, until you answer one final, dangerous question.

"Will you be back for our next meeting?"

Can I expect you to consider being at my side?

Dangerous, foolish question to have, and it brings the work-and-pleasure balance to an uncomfortable edge that has you gripping the doorknob with a tense, tight grip.

In the grand-scheme of the enterprise that is the Chem-Empire of Zaun, it'd be best to walk out this door without looking back, and leaving without saying a word.

In the short-term, a shorthanded no would be enough to free you for the moment, and also free you from this partnership with Silco. Now that you know of his ulterior motivations, and such a direct refusal of them, would instantly be the death of he business-pairing you have put together between Baroness and King.

The third option, and the one you pick, could also be the end of your business-partnership. It would need to be discussed further, at the next private-meeting the two of you would share, with many details to iron out, but... well, for the first time, it's not work or business that you think of when you open your mouth.

But the idea that maybe, just maybe, you can start to see the world of Zaun as less of an enterprise indeed, and more like an empire.

"... Yes. I'll be... eager to iron-out the... details, at our next meeting."

It's still buisness.

Good, mutually-beneficially, and as you leave the bedroom to the silent, hopeful approval of your King, you're starting to think it's past-time to refer to it as something else.

From enterprise, to empire.

From baroness, to, as dangerous as it is, his queen.

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[janumun]

Sukuna giving Vessel hook up advice.

Vessel is lonely, craving sentiment; to touch, worship and love, receiving and giving. The Vessel wants to know people, befriend new minds, see sights alike. But shit they're a shy, nervous lad; sometimes ashamed to indulge lustful fantasies. It eats their heart on the inside. A sort of sad, longing for connection and companionship. As humans, we build to communicate and establish ourselves, for better or worse.

Vessel and Sukuna share a single body, interlocking them deep physically and mentally whether they want it or not. When the Vessel is happy there is a small shift-a soft wash of joy in Sukuna's stomach. It's strange, not humanly understandable for a King of Curses, but he can be weirdly content with it. When Vessel is sad or upset, Sukuna temporarily shares that specific emotion or feeling. And as much as Sukuna adores his Vessel's struggle. That sweet, delicious despair that gives him a classic sadistic kick, that doesn't mean he wants a constant uncomfortable environment, especially if it comes at an inedible expense of his pleasure.

He's incredibly bored, but not so bored as to deny himself comfort within his own caged space. Not when Sukuna knows he can do something about it, despite if he doesn't actually want to, only for his own merit, if it works it works. Pathetically human as it is.

Besides, in a certain way, he's getting something out of it too. Seeing you, feeling you, his adorable vessel, his body and mind, losing themselves in sinful moments of pleasure.

What does a King do, if not indulge?

Sukuna takes what he wants, steals whatever catches his interest. But it isn't possible in his current state within you, and you aren't willing to immorally kill/destroy either, that's out of the question. But that hardly means Sukuna is any less a smooth talker, experience aplenty on melting people with a sinister rumble in their ears. He is a master at flirting, at leading unfortunate people and eventual worshippers into the palms of their god, helping you pick up a long-time friend of yours at a bar will be no different. All men are the same at their cores; greedy meatbags.

You want this friend of yours quite badly, don't you? That worthless fool? Hah! Don't be so predictable brat, stop the denial, I ain't fucking stupid.

You dream of them, their fingers, their tongue, their flesh. You want to be eaten, savored and picked apart; you want to be all the flavors the royals dine for. You know better than to hide from me, brat. I know all your filthy little secrets, I felt them, saw them as you ate yourself from the inside out. That's right, I saw you.

Be honest with yourself. Admit all your desires, go in for the kill then take the weak fool home for the awaited flourishing. I grow impatient, go brat, you waste precious time.

(I'm sorry, but I think Sukuna can be oddly poetic when he wants to be, more so when he acknowledges the benefits.

Maybe this is where his obsession roots growth. You dream, desire-you think about all these people, indulging in their lust and bursting at the seams when they hold you close. Yeah, Sukuna definitely enjoys it too, its sex, what's there not to love? Maybe convinced you to let him take a bite. That seductive, cruel wet mouth sucking-teasing at your entrance, touching and poking passionately as your "lover" gives an admittedly impressive show. He can feel them like you do, pleasure you enjoy to the fullest, everything you share increased tenfold via your unique connection. Because of your apparent sensitivity, he can’t do too much suppression for pride’s sake, but Sukuna isn't complaining-not about to ruin everything, you finally gave in. As insulting and crude as Sukuna is, you both know it just tightens you up further, liquid excitement Sukuna drinks like his favorite sake. Feeding off your pleasure, adrenaline, a lusty high.

And you do this, ascend to Heaven, to fill the dark loneliness that threatens to devour you faster than even Sukuna would. Pitiful, you're a slave nature. Maybe he starts to realize just how delicious it really was, how his precious Vessel moved and moaned. Your nervous nature, your virgin perspective on self-indulgent activities and your eagerness to praise and adore your lovers, that addiction to the limit breaks of physical prowess. How far you will push yourself in and outside of privacy, you have a strong wish to prove yourself capable of anything, to take everything you do.

Sukuna once encouraged your one-night stands,

now he begins utterly loathing his suggestion.

 Because people-these insignificant strangers-saw you, desired you. It pisses him off, his source of pleasure knew them in ways not only by sight, that you agreed to lay amongst them but didn't turn a glance toward who really mattered when he actually went out of his way to help you gather those weaklings; lied right beside them, kissed unworthy skin when Sukuna was better in every way man could never hope to become.

It angers him further that you dream of them just as often. You house a god, the all-powerful King of Curses, who deserves nothing less than worship, praise, devotion and pleasure of all sorts. And he sees you, an admittedly worthwhile fool-someone whom he knows craves to give all of that and more-looks at mere mortals. You choose pathetic meatbags over a god who can generously gift you all the pain and pleasure you could ever wish, far more than what some random man or woman could ever live long enough to bless you with.

Those fools, you dare think him lesser?

Sukuna never felt more insulted in his entire immortal existence.)

2/

No worries over the fun Ask, Nonny. Displeased Curse King over his Vessel’s choice of lovers is something I eat up delightedly. 😋 He’s going to be slipping in, disrupting his Vessel’s sexual activities with those insignificant insects, forcing them to realize their King is the one who could truly make their body sing.

#asks #anonymous #janulogue #jjk sukuna

[camotherogue]

Wassup mann!! F/O question!! How many F/Os do you have? How did your insert meet them!!

homeslice i gotta be honest i have way more than any sane person needs. More than i can list, i have so many even I forget them sometimes

My current brainrots r my brawlstars f/os (mostly Carl) and Andrias. Grime also. I'll put the meetings into a read more!

Carl

- Alright so ive got a lotta reworking to do for my old brawl stars self insert, but essentially they met at Barley's and clicked really fast.

- I've got a few versions in my head for how they met actually based on what the mood is for before-bed-mental-fanfic-time.

- Main one is that Cam, the stand in name for s/i, overhears Carl infodumping like mad to someone else and just falls head over heels INSTANTLY. And ends up going to Barley's more often just to listen to his voice and such (it thinks his lisp is so damn cute too which only makes it want to go to Barley's more often)

- The other one, reserved for my aggressive days, is Cam getting a bit mean to someone in defense of Carl. Someone makes a shitty comment about him or to him and Cam refuses to let it slide, and gets in the aggressor's face somethin fierce. Depending on severity of my aggression, it can develop into a full out fistfight. Cam wins obviously <3 and Carl is left going .//////.

- However it goes, Carl and Cam click very well due to their shared love of crystals and rocks and the like, autism win <3<3<3

Andrias

- Okay theres a LOT of lore for these two bc I basically never stop thinking about them but Atlas meets Andrias at the same time Anne does. Well, almost.

- Because of his chronic pain and bad knees, he took a bit longer to make it up the stairs to the throne room, and just barely missed Anne and the Gang heading off to their hotel room.

- Rot pokes rots head in, giving a nervous glance before making direct eye contact with the King himself. Because he's socially inept (/aff), he gives a little wave to Andrias, who returns it bc he really is a sweetheart and goofball.

- "I uh, don't suppose they left already?"

- "Ah, you just missed them!"

- "Wonderful." Atlas isn't pleased about the idea of taking the stairs again. "Which way is the hotel room, if I may?"

- Andrias gives him the directions, but seems a touch disheartened that Atlas is leaving so soon. For once, the shapeshifter reads the room, and makes a spontaneous decision not to go immediately.

- "Well, I suppose it can wait. Not every day one gets to meet the King of Amphibia, right?" He steps into the room and approaches the throne, slightly hesitant bc of social anxiety, but he speaks to the king as though he were an equal rather than a mighty ruler, and Andrias actually really likes it. It's nice not to hear "your majesty" and "my liege" every other sentence.

- "Hah! Very true. Andrias Leviathan is my full name, may I have yours?"

- "I don't think I'm interested in giving my name away, but you may know it." They share a laugh. "Atlas Tarbound, at your service. Pleasure to meet you, King Andrias."

- And they click immediately! I could go on for hours about them I'm not kidding (there is so much more than I can fit in a single post /gen)

Grime

- My selfshipping with Grime is a little complicated, because when I get into selfshipping with several characters I tend to make au versions of my self-insert rather than different characters for shipping purpose!

- So the version of Atlas used here is a different timeline from the one that ends up with Andrias.

- Essentially, I determined that with Atlas living in the woods on the edge of the valley, rot'd likely encounter soldiers from Toad Tower quite often.

- And Atlas doesn't like intruders very much, especially ones without decent intent. So rot regularly drives away said soldiers with his illusions, shapeshifted monster form, and traps to keep rots way of life as it is.

- One of these days, Grime leads a group into the woods to figure out what exactly keeps sending his soldiers back trembling and terrified to go back into the seemingly innocuous woods. Because of this, Grime gets to witness the Beast In the Woods firsthand.

- However, Grime catches Atlas on a high-pain day, which means with enough fighting his form fails and it returns its his default: Just Some Salamander

- This is thoroughly surprising and interesting to him, and he strikes a deal with Atlas: Join my forces, and I can help you keep a peaceful life when off the battlefield by declaring these woods off-limits to hunters and the like.

- Atlas takes this deal, and becomes a soldier under Grime's command. Quickly becoming the army's very own living weapon.

And there! Three self-insert stories in one post! I hope you enjoyed my rambles, heavens know I sure enjoyed writing them!

#amphibia #brawl stars #amphibia king andrias #amphibia grime #brawl stars carl #selfshipping #f/o chatted #not art #camo rambles #askbox #pinkdinkydoon #mutual asks

[fatmclassic]

Dance fever

So I’ve had a bit more time with this and it’s growing on me more and more. I was worried about Antonoff producing and thought we might have been in for another ‘Solar Power’ snoozefest but thankfully that is not the case.

I saw someone say this is an album made for lost women struggling with mental health and big decisions in their late 20′s and 30′s and that’s what I’ve felt since King was released and this album confirms that feeling.

I can see throwbacks to earlier albums, which makes sense as has been claimed that this album is poking a bit of fun at her more melodramatic days. Restraint seems to be a jab at all the critics who kept wanting her to reel it in and strip back, which she did in HAH, and now she’s done with that. For the most part.

The album feels very scattered to me. King seems more like a mid track then an opener, I think Choreomania fits better there. Having ‘Back in town’ and ‘Girls against God’ back to back seems an odd choice because these are both slow almost plodding songs and it feels like they are dragging everything down.

HAH seems to fit quite well where it is and I appreciate it a bit more now. The other 2 short tracks are good, but feel like teases. Prayer factory especially, feels like it’s about to get going and then it’s done.

A nice mix of the confessional/grounded lyrics and the more mythical, religious fantasy lyrics. She seems a lot more angry this time around. Some of the spoken word parts are a bit strange, but it’s not something I expect from her so maybe that’s why. But it works well on Cassandra, less so on choreomania. The lyric ‘I listen to music from 2006 and feel kind of sick’ stands out as a bit of a clunker. Replaces ‘green is so green’ from HAH as the worst FATM lyric imo.

The most ‘Florencey’ tracks are my favourites here, Daffodil, Cassandra, Dream girl evil and choreomania. Yeah it’s retreading old ground for the most part and they could have felt at home on any of the first 3 albums, but nobody does that huge belting sound better than her. And I was sorely missing it after HAH. I like how fucking seething she is in DGE. 

The only song I’m really not liking still, and probably never will, is Back in town. I may just remove this dud from my playlist. I rag on Caught and Between two lungs but this is worse tbh. There just isn’t much going on here. Might be the first FATM song I actually hate. 

Girls against god is reminding me of solar power the more I listen and that’s not a good thing. This is the most ‘Antonoff’ song imo and I can picture Lorde singing this on that fucking beach she’s always on these days. And the laughing is a bit weird

The bomb has grown on me a little bit, sounds like something that could be on HBHBHB. Very light. This is like Breaking down or I’m not calling you a liar, in that it’s ok, but it’s never going to be a favourite. I feel bad not liking this more cos rob helped write it.

My love and free are the most commercial songs here. Catchy electropop. My love is the one I prefer, free feels a bit clunky lyric wise. And my love is more dancable musically. Plus it had the better video.

Morning elvis is one I didn’t feel to bothered with at first. But I got my headphones and appreciate it more now. The choir vocals in the background make this song for me. It’s quite a personal song again. Her speaking accent comes through in this song a few times. Another one that could fit on HBHBHB

Some of the production is bugging me. Like Choreomania seems like it should be much bigger then it ends up being, but feels a bit flat. Like the end with ‘somethings coming’ being repeated, that just doesn’t feel right. That is her ‘Hounds of love’ moment right there and it doesn’t quite get to the heights it should. And same with the bomb and morning elvis, she is getting drowned out by the music. It’s the same problem I had with 100 years on HAH.

I love the whole aesthetic so far, the self parody thing. Like florence saw all the ‘feral fae nymph goblin siren renaissance witchy forest’ FATM vibe posts and just gave us that. The free video seems a bit out of place though. A lot better then what HAH had, which wasn't much of anything, there didn’t seem to be as much of a running theme with that album. 

Bit pissed off with the deluxe just being acoustics and a cover though. A scrapped song was mentioned in an interview, could that not have gone here? I did have a slight hope that with all the fanservice there seemed to be here that we’d  finally get paper massacre but that was very optimistic I admit.

So even though I’ve been a bit less excited about this album for some reason, overall it’s pretty solid. I’m enjoying it and finding more things to like on each listen. It does leave me wanting more though, the short songs don’t help with that and neither does some of the shoddy production. She’s come so far as a songwriter and it shows, she has a lot more to say when compared to Lungs or Ceremonials. And she’s trying some new approaches, like with the spoken diary entries and interludes. There isn’t as many standout tracks here as on her first 3 albums, but I know I’ll be returning this a lot more than HAH. My opinions will probably change with time.

My album ranking so far:

Lungs>HBHBHB>Ceremonials>Dance Fever>HAH

Song list:

King-7/10  Free-6/10 Choreomania-8/10 (would be higher if produced better) Back in town-1/10 Girls against God-4/10 Dream Girl evil-9/10 Prayer factory-6/10(too short) Cassandra-10/10 Heaven is here-7/10 Restraint-5/10 (I like but not much here) Daffodil-8/10 My Love-7/10 The Bomb-6/10 Morning Elvis-7/10

#florence and the machine #fatm #dance fever #fatmclassic