#Anic answering asks

[anic-mj]

Hey!! I don’t know if you’ll see this any time soon (totally okay), but I just wanted to say thank you so much for all of your awesome gaster art from back in the day! I still think about your underfell gaster art a lot and I’m so glad you’re still around. I hope you’ve been having a good day!

Wow, it's been a long time since I heard of him! And it's been a long time since I heard that there is someone who likes his art that I draw! Thank you so much! I hope you have a great day, too!

#anic answering asks #my art #wd gaster #gaster #underfell

[stinkman007]

19 for the kiss ask!👀

'if you could spend a day with one member who would it be?'

i feel like the answer should be obvious but im sayinf it anyway: it would TOTTALLLY be eric carr and i think we would have so much fun just hangin out together :D

#what anice thought :) #maybe self indulgent but i think we would be besties ok #just think about it: a day at the mall with him #ok? ok. #aannyway #asks #eric carr #answered #music asks #kiss band

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hi! I just wanted to say that it’s so lovely that you care so much about your readers and work really hard on your writing and do research about things you are not familiar with. We are very lucky 💖

I just want my blog to be a generally nice place for nice people to come and thirst (or not).

With some things it's not a lack of familiarity so much as it is looking for ways to describe experiences in a way that is both inclusive and clear. I write a lot of stuff. And I tend to write fast and I do not edit. So everything is very much a first draft... so. Yeah.

#anon ask #ask answered #someone said anice thing

[rainswings]

hiiiii

Stefania, mother, mother Stefania

Walking up to me, expecting

If I was an astronaut, I'd be floating in midair

Jetlag, been in a state of disaster

I'm a match, she's kerosene

Stefania by Kalush

Dance Yrself Clean by LCD Soundsystem

Space Man by Sam Ryder

Paris by Magic Man

Kerosene by The Interrupters

I think this one was easier, just pulling from my can't stop listening playlist. Unshown here are the two instrumental songs that came in between, Thud by Judy Beis, and a mix of every Halo theme on top of each other.

#hiii its nice to see you and stuff #thank you for the message :) #i hope toure having anice day #rains talks #asks #answered #music

[someweirdoreblogger]

When you ask Hades for piercings, don't expect normal clips.

That dramatic motherfucker always aims to impress in the most ridiculous methods possible. Damn him to oblivion if Hades doesn't aspire to give his beloved, only upmost, perfect quality gifts. You will burn brighter than any star by the time Hades is through with you.

This somber-ass bitch personally walks to the sixth layer of Hell, effortlessly ripping an obsidian scale off the gargantuan, spiked spine of one of Typhon's numerous monster childern and calling in a very personal favor to Olympus's famous blacksmith, Hephaestus-to forge him a very specific relic.

Earrings.

Hades gives every material needed, brought personally if need be. Regardless of how difficult to obtain and far more than what should be required, each object is just as increbily valuable as the last if not more;

A collection of infernal fire donated directly from Hell's demon Lords, lit forever til the dawn ends. It can burn the world's most stubborn of metals and the strongest of wills, a merciless torture of immeasurable heat. Life taking breath, a saltless tear from the sun's very own core. In other words, it is an unbreakable temperature for binding countless parts, God made or otherwise.

Black glass from Hades' own castle, clean and not too crisp. There's an unease sealed into it, a looming call to the dead. Sizzling sensations overcomes you and guides your fingers across the smooth surface, a temptation bleeding silk through the pitch black lens. Not quite a spark, but threatening to be, tingles dance furiously against weak mortal flesh and bows to the natural will of the gods who sculpted it. The trapped whispers of olden kings and queens and long gone gods, still in an accursed dream. Transparency shimmering blind in the darkness, guiding lost souls to their ruling god like cavern crystals for awaited judgment, void deep as a black star.

Anicent irons melted from fallen weapons, no longer bond to their respective masters, carefully collected off the immortal corpses of the ferocious Titans. Irreplaceable, priceless in fortuide, and pure strength. Indeed, diamonds in the collection of any invested exploration.

Hades waste nothing without a second thought, but these-

They live on now as a far more useful, suitable foundation miles away from their recent decaying forms.

Quite a long journey to craft these special earrings for you. These earrings saw glorious sights amany. Traveled to the very ends of the world; melted into a divine star by the roughest, most careful hands of Heaven, molded by Hades' most destructive calamities in the deepest, darkest nether.

And here they are, the Underworld's newest god-kissed relic, solely for you alone. Although Hades opposes the mere thought of difficulty-always the sincere one.

How could Hades complain when everything you wear shines like the Earth's finest jewelry-majestic, is it not?

Hera pales in comparison. Aphrodite will weep jealousy, in complete, utter awe of your wonderful accessories.

Do not fret over the details, Hades acts like it was the easiest thing in the world.

All Hades could ever want is to spoil you, the least he could do is make up for lost time, Helheim grows evermore busy every passing century, and Hades intents never abandoning his responsibilities. But of course, one of those beloved responsibilities is you.

The cheerful smile you answer in return outweighs Apollo's own boundless radiance. And while Hades strictly insists no payment back, who can't help but bite the apple from the tree?

#mypost #record of ragnarok hades #anime #manga #record of ragnarok #hades #ror hades #hades ror #hades x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #this bitch will show he cares no matter how long it takes #his promises wont allow him to pull his punches

[keithsandwich]

Hello I am writing to you cause I am so in LOVE with the morning routine headcanons of Keith 😍 and was wondering since you knew him pretty welland read his whole route how do you think Kind Keith and Dark Keith will react comfort a MC with anxiety, especially before exams or when she has to speak in public ?🙈 I hope so much not to bother you Please take your time answering me 🙏🙏 Have a wonderful trip and anice day 🤗

Hi, Julie! Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoy my headcanons 🥰 Keith requests are never a bother, and you're always welcome in my ask box and DMs!

The Keiths taking care of you when you're anxious about your exams ~

Nice Keith is your biggest supporter, and he truly admires the effort you put into your studies. He's always cheering you on and wants to help you as much as he can, whether it's by bringing you tea and sweets for your breaks or quizzing you to test your knowledge.

He knows that you're feeling anxious about your upcoming exams, and he can't help but feel anxious too. It's not that he doubts your ability to excel -- he's sure you will; you're the most brilliant person he knows. It's just that he feels everything you feel due to the strong connection you share.

Still, he does his best to be there for you and make sure you're taking care of yourself. After all, you can't just study, you need to eat well and sleep too. If you push yourself too hard you're gonna break, and he doesn't want to see that.

So expect him to check on you more often than usual, and if you're too overwhelmed, he'll give you back massages, coax you into taking a nice, relaxing bath with him, and then carry you to bed and cuddle with you until you fall asleep because he knows you need to rest well before your exams.

Alter doesn't understand why you're feeling so anxious. He knows you're always studying and giving your best, so he's confident you're going to do well. Why suffer so much?

It bothers him a little that all your time and attention are all focused on your exams and not on him, but he understands how much this is important to you. The worst thing for him, actually, is seeing you suffer and sacrifice yourself so much for it.

Like Nice Keith, Alter will also help you study and try to make you take a break sometimes. He can be quite insistent however, to the point of simply picking you up and carrying you to bed if it's too late at night and you need to sleep, despite your complaints.

He'll also be feeding you sweets a lot. First because sugar is good for your brains when you're studying. Second because you always look adorable while eating. And third, because it's an opportunity for him to spend more time with you.

Both would do everything they can to reassure you at the day of your exams. They would want to prepare a nice, balanced breakfast for you, pamper you, hold you, and reaffirm how capable you are and how hard you've studied. You know it all, you just need to relax and trust yourself.

They would clear their agenda just so they can take you to your exams and wait for you to finish them. While they wait, they would probably pick up some flowers just so they can give them to you as a reward for your hard work. They would want to take you to a nice, comforting place afterwards, where you can let go of all the tension finally, and tell them how everything went.

#thanks for asking! #hope you'll enjoy them too #the keiths are just so supportive 💕 #they'll want to see you happy and trusting yourself #keith howell #ikemen prince #ikepri #headcanons

[olivermorningstar]

Hello I hope not to bother but lile I am curious to know how did you get into Faust and Sariel ? What was the turning point that made you love them and why ? What did you think of them at the start? What dud you like it dislike more about them ? Sorry for the long question answer at your own time 🙏🙏 I wish you anice day 😘

Well we could basically summarize it by saying that They Were Just My Type, but that's a cheap answer!

So for Faust, he was very much the "mad scientist" type that I've come to enjoy over the years (think like Stein from Soul Eater, I was OBSESSED with him for years). He's smart, he's cunning, he is very good at what he does even if he is a little strange and off putting. For Faust, I also greatly enjoyed the smart mouth on him, I'm always entertained by characters who run on the grumpier and more brisk side of things, hence why I also enjoy Theo and Mozart and their reactions.

I really liked seeing Faust's sweeter side. The moments of genuine care that peak through are wonderful and help make him a little more complex. He very much reminds me of the kind of person where if you call them kind, they tell you not to tell others or else folks would think they care or something gross like that.

Of course, he is, like many IkeVamp characters rather possessive, and Faust in particular can be quite cruel, which would make him a less favorable partner, but I enjoy seeing these things play out and see what motivates him to hurt someone he loves. Still, sometimes he really pushes his luck in the stories.

Overall though, I think he's neat! I like his quips, I like his sense of style, I like his overall design, and I'm always glad to see him around, even if I don't play IkeVamp much anymore!

As for Sariel, he initially comes off as the "evil advisor" archetype - I mean the man is in black head to toe, his animal is the snake, he makes threats and tells Emma that is someone worth sucking up to. The makings were all there! And then you learn he's something of an overworked dork and that makes me fall harder. He is the same type of character Hubert von Vestra from Fire Emblem is, and BOY did I fall hard for him!

Sariel is a deeply devoted and hardworking man. He cares deeply for those around him and he shows it in his own ways by helping keep Rhodolite safe. He clearly shows that he is attentive, that when he loves he loves deeply. These are all very wonderful things!

Though the main sticking point for him is his loyalty to the king. I can understand the fact that the king helped Sariel onto his feet, he gave him purpose, but oooh boy is the king some kind of fucked up. It can be frustrating that despite this and despite the fact that the king did do a lot of harm, Sariel stands by him. I love and hate that loyalty so very much.

Really it was his exhaustion in Clavis' route that made it so I HAD to do his next. What a legend. I love him.

Thank you for asking, I love gushing about these guys!

[sylvieons]

i wish i had polls so i could ask which is the worst band in the world, g/host - gr/een day or p/anic at the disco and i know you’re all gonna go with patd but the answer is all of the above

#dot txt #i rarely hate music #but these three are my holy trinity of hatred #don't come at me i censored the names

[bigmansbigbigblog]

higuys. i am alive again. dreem says to writedown what happened because it’s Good atherapy or something I don’t fuckin kneow but it’s meant to make me feeloess shit. so here is what happened.

i don’t remember dying. i just fell asleep and then idreamed and then i felt all weird like iwas floating and tehre was no air. and then I wasin limbo. it was this BIG BIG place, but it was justwhite. so bright that even when I closed my ues it hurt. andthere was Beeping and it eas so loud I couldn’t feel myself Breath. like i was hooked up to a machine. fora few days i was just sorta in and out of slpeeing- I am very good at sleeping! i can do it even when it is brite and loud. and then isaw wilbah!!! but i coildnt heer him because the beeping was so loud. but i gave him a Bigbig hug and I didn’t ever let go. but even if I buried my head in his coat ir was still so Bright and Loud. i thought I might go Blind and Death because it was so bad it made me cry a lot. it reelyy hurt. and then there was a whole lotta green and it felt like I was beeing Bulled apart at the seams and stiched back together and it hurt SO FUCKING MUCH. even worse than when dREAM WOULD HIT ME WIth the axe in eixle.

now I’m back ehre in the Living World. and it’s reely hard to see and hear things unless I pay close attention but touch and tast and smell is all too much. the farkness an quiet is nice. dream brought me back to my room so I was Comfortable tho. he asked me lots of weird questions but he was Very anice about it. and when I startedCryinh because I couldn’t answer he said it was okay and we’d try again next week! and i don’t know if that’s scary or not. idojt wanna cry again but I’m glad the Questuojs are over even if they were Nice.nice dream is scariest dream I think.

and beforehou call me a pussy for crying FUCK YOUIM THE BIGGEST MAN. ijsug don’t wanna die again.

#dream smp #c!tommy #rp blog #tw death #tw human experimentation #tw abuse #tw body horror #tw manipulation

[kpopscruggles]

“I do not mind you asking but i cannot really answer you i jist do not know.” I say as i invite him to go back to my chambers with me. “He has always just been with me. When i got the throne the fught and everything he has always been there for me. But i cannot fight against anicent traditions can i?” 👸🏻

“I understand” Jackson knew he wasn’t welcomed by yugyeom which it didn’t faze him but he couldn’t lie..if he was the first he would feel upset too..thw though of being betrayed

#👸🏻 anon

[sachiwrites]

so i heard you take other players as well ! could you maybe write on for atsumu where he meets a stubborn girl at the club or bar? but rather than actually wanting a one night stand he genuinely wants to take her out but she's against it? hope that makes sense.

hi !! it makes perfect sense and i ended up spending all day on this. hope this is what you wanted. 

(trimmed for length, not content. like 4k length. this really took like all day)

—want me not | atsumu x reader

“Atumu Miya.” He smiled exposing his perfectly white teeth. You looked up at him again, his warm honey eyes staring into yours. He laughed lightly extending his hand.

Offering your name, you couldn’t help but want him. Already wanting him.

The media view of him did his real image no justice. He was even better up close. His hair hit such a perfect shade of blonde that it was almost too unrealistic. And that smile, it was enough to kill any self control you’d had built up to this point.

You’d have this man, preferably before day break.

“Nice to meet you” He smirked tucking his hand back into his jean pocket, swaying slightly to the music. You waited for the hands on your hips, the guiding touch to lead you away for the night. But it never came. Despite expressing his interest he didn’t bargain more than that. 

“You know, you’re gorgeous.” He said simply, his grin disappearing as he exposed his tongue, tracing it across his lips.

“You’re already everything I want in a woman, and I’ve just learned your name.”

Names were just learned to be polite. You hated being on the end of a one night stand being called anything and everything but your own name.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Now, it was your turn to smirk. Atsumu chuckled, raising his eyebrow slightly. “Really now? Just not too bad? Cause the way you’re looking at me now makes me believe otherwise.”

You bit back a curse. His eyes were like a freaking whirlpool sucking you in. You couldn’t look at him without at some point meeting his eyes. This one would be a tricky one. But frankly that just made it more of a challenge.

You softened your stare, letting your eyes glance lazily over the club before returning back to him “That’s all.” you smiled innocently through your lies.

In honesty, Atsumu Miya was far from ‘not bad’. In fact, you were sure you had never been more attracted to someone in a long time, maybe ever. Whatever it was, he had it, and you wanted it.

“Well I think I can say with support from the majority of the female population that I am more than ‘not bad’ ” Again, he smirked. You couldn’t deny the fact your body tingled when he did that.

“Cocky.”

He shook his head, his golden halo hair glowing against the dim lights. He reached out a hand; you noticed his tanned skin and strong, veiny arms. “Confident.” He replied simply, his hand pushing a loose lock of hair behind your ear. You swallowed, hard, noticing the definiteness of his abs through his shirt every time he made a slight movement.

This was definitely more than a challenge.

“Told you I was better than ‘not bad’.” His voice interrupted you as you turned your gaze back up to him. He was back to that bright smile, one that said ‘Me? I could never.’  “I can see you checking me out. Again.”

Running out of options, you knew you needed to hook him quick before he entanged you.

You shifted your eyes immediately, mirroring the smile he’d presented to you thus far.

“So, you might look good. That still doesn’t change the fact that you’re probably a cocky little, self loving, obnoxious sports star.” You smirked, satisfied with your own response, while your eyes managed to remain serious.

He laughed lightly again, shaking his head. “Let me prove you wrong.” He said, edging slightly closer to you.  “Let me take you out sometime.” He smiled.

Those were the words that would normally send you packing. A guy that asked for a date normally would request another and another and string a girl along into a sense of comfort until he could get in your pants. Whether Atsumu was that guy or not didn’t matter. You didn’t need the frivolity of propriety in order to get what you both wanted.

You just didn’t date.

You shook your head immediately knowing that it was out of the question. “I don’t do dates.” 

“You don’t?” He asked, an eyebrow rose. You reasserted with a shake of your head.  He was silent for a moment, almost waiting for the ‘just kidding’. That ‘just kidding’ was never going to come, you was serious, and eventually – he realized that. “Why not?”

She turned to face him more, their bodies even closer than before. The height difference between you is even more evident now, despite your heels. “You and I both know dates are only used to get on a girl’s good side so a guy can take her to bed and fuck her senseless. Guys don’t really want to go to that restaurant, they really aren’t interested in the terrible day you had, and they really don’t want to be paying all that money for a dinner that their ‘fucking’ conquest probably didn’t even finish.” you stated diplomatically.

You watched Atsumu, unable to read his expression – his eyebrows were furrowed but there was  still that smile playing on his lips. “I can’t change your mind, can I?” she shook her head.

He couldn’t. No one could.

“But, I think you’re wrong.” You felt your own eyebrows furrow then, you didn’t like being wrong.

Atsumu judged your reaction in an instant and continued to talk. “I love to eat and especially love a girl with an appetite, and my friends tell me I’m a good listener and I bet I could make you laugh so hard you’d forget about your bad day and, honestly? I couldn’t care if you finished your meal or not, ladies don’t pay.”

You were speechless.

You couldn’t help it; you didn’t even try to fight it.

The boy was good. No denying that.

You let a sarcastic laugh leave your lips. “Smooth Atsumu, I’ll give you that much.”

“So, you wouldn’t like to go on a date with me?” He asked moments later, his face the image of pure seriousness.

“I don’t do dates,” you repeated, “With anyone.”

You weren’t used to that reaction. Normally guys would kill to get one night with a girl without any drama or emotions. Atsumu on the other-hand was questioning it, defying it.

“You can’t really be serious’ He smirked, though you didn’t seem to find it funny. “I mean, what do you do if you like a guy?”

“Cut out the chase.” you smiled, batting your eyelashes slightly more than before – hoping he’d get it. Hoping he’d be quiet shut-up and get with the program. Your program.

“What about boyfriends? You can’t date someone just because they’re a good fuck.”

“I’ve dealt with boys,” you told him truthfully, “I don’t like their definition of relationships.” you shrugged. You could feel his critical eyes watching you suspiciously again, as if he still didn’t believe you, still didn’t get it, and still didn’t understand.

“So what now? You just don’t bother trying. I have to tell you, you’re missing out.” He was intrigued, but meant every word he said.

You could feel your facade falling. It was then that you realized that Atsumu Miya wasn’t just some guy. Atsumu wanted to ask questions. He wanted to know more. And, for the most part – from the way things looked right now, he really did want to date. It was then that you normally would have given up, smiled and retreated back to the bar and waited for another one to come along. But, with Atsumu – there was something. There more you listened to his voice got mesmerized by his eyes, his body – even his damn mannerisms got you. Licking his lips before he began a sentence, you didn’t just want Atsumu then. She needed him. Her body almost craved him.

And you needed him to feel the same way. Preferably without the commitment.

“So, you’re telling me that if I asked you to come home with me right now you wouldn’t?” you smirked playfully, gauging his expression carefully. He was hard to read, you noticed that immediately. He would laugh warmly, not awkwardly, not because he thought the comment was hilarious –Just because. He would smile, then trace his tongue across his lips, his expression more serious.

“I can’t answer that.” He stated.

“Why?” you almost sighed, sick of him playing the game that seemed to go nowhere. Sick of him being a ‘good guy’. ’ anice guy’. No guy was like this in real life. They all had their secret motives.

“You haven’t asked me.” He shrugged smugly.

You hated smugness. You were the smug one, mostly. You sighed audibly, visibly annoyed with him. He only smirked in response, happy with that reaction.

“You know, I’m unsure if you’re even going to be worth all of this shit.” you stated simply, cocking your head to one side as you glared at him. But you silently prayed he would come around and see things your way. God, it would be sinning if a man like that was to go to waste.

“Oh I definitely am, that I can promise.” He spoke seductively, biting his bottom lip as he finished his sentence. You knew it was put on, but, you didn’t care –it was working, he was making you want him more than you had anticipated.

“You know, I still think you’re a cocky self-loving, obnoxious sports star.” you told herself it was still true, yet in those brief few moments he already slightly swayed your judgment. Slightly. He was still a man, men still lie.

“And I’m pretty sure you still want me despite that. Plus, I’m starting to think you’re a stuck up, man hating sex maniac.” He almost choked on his words with laughter.

“But I’m pretty sure you still want me.” you stated, yet it came out like a question. Honestly, now you weren’t sure if he did.

“ Maybe. But” He smiled playfully; he knew what he was doing. “But not in the way you apparently want me too.”

“Why are you so damn adamant?” you asked genuinely wondering.

He reached forward, closing the small gap between then his strong hand clasping at your side – pulling you closer to him. “Because a girl like you doesn’t come around everyday. And you’re worth  more than I one night stand.” He whispered gruffly.

You watched his eyes reconnect with yours, before they fell to your lips.

They were softer than you imagined. They way they moved against your in such a passion it was unreal. It was different than those sloppy drunken kisses you shared in the past. It was unlike anything you ever experienced. You felt almost felt like there was something else. Something more meaningful.

You pulled away quickly suppressing a gasp. Your fingers brushed against your lips; your mind clouded. This boy was dangerous. Maybe you were a little too in over your head.

“Let’s make a deal” He said the second your lips parted. You looked up at him, he paused for a moment a thoughtful look on his face, before returning his attention back to you. “But first, let me point out that I’m not going home with you tonight, sweetheart” He stated, and, you felt your stomach drop. The excitement, lust, anticipation disappearing in an instant.

You looked at him, now looking for the ‘I’m kidding’. That ‘I’m kidding’, never came either.

Nothing should be a surprise at this point. 

“But tomorrow night I will” he spoke up suddenly gaining your attention.“If you promise to go on a date with me the morning before.” He finished, watching you expectantly.

Now you were really looking for some guys to come out informing you that you just got pranked. Because this guy wasn’t serious, he couldn’t be. Did he not hear what you had been saying this whole conversation?

You. did.not.date. What was so hard about that to comprehend?

Yet here this guy was blatantly asking you out after you just explained to him.

“You know you’re dumber than you look,” you muttered disappointedly. Here you were thinking you were going to take an athlete home. What a waste.

Atsumu suddenly gripped your shoulder forcing you to meet his gaze. The same gaze that got you in this mess in the first place.

“Would you just hear me out, sweetie?” There was a new edge to his voice, something that made spoke volumes about how adamant he was about getting his way.

You instantly recoiled at the sound of the pet name. Jerking your head to the side, you avoided his gaze before it sucked you in.“No I won’t. What don’t you understand? I don’t date!”

There was a silence between them.

Atsume looked up after a moment,“ Eleven o'clock sounds reasonable for a breakfast date. Meet me at Seaside for brunch.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. This man was ridiculous. 

Wrenching out of your hold you didn’t bother to respond, hoping your abruptness would get you answer across. You didn’t date. That was your final answer and you was sticking with it.

Even though you didn’t look over your shoulder to confirm, you were hoping he would reconsider and look at things your way. You prayed that your little player would come pawing behind you like a lost puppy. Finally noticing his loss before it got away.

But he didn’t. That night, you went home alone.

                                             .          .            . 

“Mimi! Will you turn your damn keypad tones off? My head is throbbing!” You moaned, pulling back the door of the restaurant, heels clicking against the floor as you walked inside. That mixed with the sound of your friends fingers clicking audibly against her keys was enough to make you want to lie out, then and there.

“Are you still pissed off about that athlete dude? The volleyball plater?” She asked as the male waiter led you to the table. You closed your eyes tight briefly, throwing your head to the ceiling in annoyance. You couldn’t care less about Atsumu. You couldn’t care less about the fact that he turned you down. At least, that’s what you were telling yourself.

“I don’t care about him, in the slightest!” You spoke more defensively than anticipated as the waiter pulled out your seat. You smiled, sitting and taking the menu as he disappeared. You turned your attention to the menu, hoping Mimi would stop, give up, shut up.

“You’ve been a bitch all day,” Mimi stated, causing you to look above your menu. You dropped your eyes towards her. Mimi was like you in that sense. She said what she really meant, she didn’t hold back – and, even though you shared that trait you hated her for it. “So don’t try tell me something, namely some athlete isn’t bothering you.”

“He isn’t.” You snapped, “Now just order some damn food and drop it, okay?” You could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t going to drop it. The way she stared right back at you, trying to read you. Read her like she had tried to read Atsumu the previous night. She cocked her head slightly as she stared at you across the table. “What Mimi? Have you developed a girl crush or something?” you hissed.

“It’s because he rejected you, isn’t it? Because he didn’t actually come home with you?” You felt myself swallow, hard.

“Mimi if you don’t drop this shit, I’m leaving. Seriously, drop it!” You retorted defensively. Atsumu did reject you, but that was nobody’s business. No one but yours and his. There was a long pause as her green eyes continued to look at you, she stared before they widened slightly, almost in shock.

“Oh, my god.” She said slowly, a half smile appearing on her face. You wrinkled your face up in confusion waiting for her to continue. As much as you loved your best friend, occasionally this she could grate your nerves. “He’s the first person to reject you, isn’t he?” She said almost triumphantly. You felt your breath hinge in my throat. You cleared it before turning back to the menu.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mimi.” You scoffed, your eyes not even focusing on the list of choices offered.

“Oh come on, even the damn waiter is smitten on your ass!” She nodded to her right. You lifted my eyes from the menu, noticing the university aged waiter staring right back at you. Smiling awkwardly, you returned your gaze to Mimi. “You cannot tell me you’ve given any other guys the option of having fun, no strings attached sex with you and they’ve declined it?” You scoffed again, causing her to smile widely. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

She was right. You didn’t answer. You wouldn’t answer. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

“I am.” She said smugly, leaning back into her chair. “Atsumu’s the first person to ever say no to you.” You hated her smugness.

“And? So what?” You scoffed, turning your attention back to the menu, as if it didn’t matter. As if you didn’t care. But, the more Mimi pushed it. The more you thought about it, the more you thought of him, of his rejection you did care. It did matter.

“And now you’re pissed.”

“No, I’m not.” 

“So, you want him more because he rejected you.” She pushed, smirking from across the table.

Fuck.

“Why do you care so much Mimi, really? What satisfaction are you getting from this?” you wondered genuinely, as she smiled.

“I just want to know if you’d try again.” She said almost slyly.

“Why?” You huffed louder than before, your frustrations growing. It was over, it was done. It was none of her business.

“Because, he’s right over there.” She almost laughed as she finished her sentence. You furrowed your eyebrows, following the direction of her eyes. You felt your stomach drop, she was right. You watched as he walked towards his seat, his loose sweats hung low, exposing lean hips when he twists just right. His hair was messier today, like he hadn’t bothered with much more than getting out of bed. You hated how it all looked just as appealing. 

Before he could take his seat you snap your attention back to your friend. You propped an elbow on the table, covering your face slightly with your hand as you stared at the menu. “Are you trying to hide?” Mimi snickered, almost choking on her words. You didn’t answer; you just narrowed your eyes towards her.

She was right. You didn’t know how to deal with rejection.

“What’s up Ms. Independent?” Your eyes widened as you looked at the menu. That gruff, sexy voice. You heard a chair squeak slightly as you looked up beside you, catching Atsumu drag a chair backwards. Wrapping his legs either side, and leaning his arms on the back, smirking.

You swallowed, forgetting last night’s events as you smiled back towards him. Nobody won against you, no one. “What’s up jerk?” He laughed lightly, resting his chin on his arms that lay on the back of the cold colored chair.

“What are you doing?” He asked innocently. Because that’s what he was, innocent…

You looked at him, gesturing to the menus. “What does it look like?” You snapped without a thought. You realized then that you were more affected by his rejection than what you had previously thought. Looking at his wide smile, his full lips, his brown eyes.

Jerk.

“Someone’s touchy today,” He smirked playfully as the food was placed between yourself and Mimi. You waited for him to get the hint, to politely leave you to eat. He didn’t. He joked with Mimi as you stuck your fork loudly, annoyingly into your meal. “What’s wrong?” He asked minutes later, turning his attention back to you. You ignored him, surprisingly getting good at that as focused on your food, continuing to eat.

You didn’t get it. You didn’t get him. He didn’t want you; 24 hours ago he rejected you. You knew from the moment you met Atsumu he was hard to read, but now? Now, he had you down right confused.

“You know,” Atsumu began, leaning forward towards you, his voice lower than before. “I think this counts as a date.” Across the table, Mimi muffled a squeak of glee. 

“No, this was called ‘I’m trying to eat and you won’t go away’”. You replied snort, watching his smile never falter, like what you said didn’t matter –didn’t affect him. That was new. He wasn’t offended easily. Mimi sensed the tension, as she excused herself. You watched as Atsumu nodded, licking his lips slightly.

“Ok, fine. This wasn’t a date.” He said simply. You smiled, you had won. “Kind of a shame though.” He said simply, his lips turning into a smile just slightly. Sneakily.

“Why?” You questioned confused.

“Date’s end with a kiss, right?” His gruff voice asked, you nodded. “Kissing can lead to anything.” He smirked, biting his lip as he finished his sentence, his eyes burning through you. You felt it again, that energy. That tingle. Sexual chemistry. You swallowed, before shrugging.

“And here’s me thinking you were a good guy.”

“I am,” He smirked again, exposing his white teeth. “I’m just wondering whether this was a date or not.”

“Not.” You confirmed, wondering inwardly if you said ‘yes’ would you get what you wanted, him. Atsumu continued to look at you, waiting. Waiting for you to say it. You wouldn’t give in, not to him, not to anyone. “Anyway,” you continued, pushing your chair back,  brushing against his jeans purposely. You watched his reaction closely, the way he looked down as you did so, the way his lip disappeared between his teeth. You knew at that moment, he wanted it just as much. “I better get going.” You lied; you had nowhere to be.

You felt his eyes burn into you as you stood up, reaching for my bag. “

He sighed your name. As you turned to him, his smirk faded. His tongue traced his lips again, sending shivers through your spine. You wouldn’t let him see. 

Atsumu laughed lightly, running his hands through his hair almost in annoyance. “You’re so frustrating.” He said simply, honestly. You ignored him, knowing he was right. It was true.

I turned on your heel, hearing him follow behind. You reached inside your bag as he pushed slightly past. Looking up, you caught as he handed the waiter the payment, pointing to our table- your  table. He paid, before pressing his hands against the glass, pushing it open and leaving. 

You stood there for what felt like minutes, but in reality it was only seconds.

He had paid. He wasn’t lying when he said he always would. You sighed, shoving the money deep within your bag, simultaneously shoving your pride deep within your stomach. Your shoes clicking loudly against the floor as you followed him out the door.

“Atsumu,” you called his name quietly seeing him a few steps ahead, he turned around as your breath hinged in your throat. There was an awkward silence as he waited for you to speak, as you waited for you to speak.

“- Thanks.” you barely mumbled.

“No problem, sweetheart.” He said again simply. How he said everything, he wasn’t fazed at all. He turned again; you felt my stomach drop in disappointment. You groaned quietly, staring at the sky.

If you were to get what you wanted, you had to swallow my pride. 

Fuck.

Your.

Life.

You followed his steps, reaching him and tapping his shoulder. You didn’t take in his reaction, you didn’t care. In an instant, you pressed your lips against his. Within seconds you could feel him smile against the kiss. His strong hands holding your waist, his strong assured grip that you longed to feel elsewhere.

“So, are you gonna admit defeat?” He almost groaned against your lips. You opened your eyes, staring into the honey pools staring back.

You were most definitely ready to admit defeat.

#Anonymous #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu imagines #my last for a few days #i have practicals this week

[anic-mj]

Hello!! I finally found the creator of 2p Alastor and I'm glad :DD, I remember seeing art of him a lot in 2020-2021? I've scrolled through your account a bit, and I really like your other art as well :3

Hello! Yeah.. Most people don't really mark that I'm his creator, so there seem to be a lot of people who don't know.. Thank you so much for liking 2PAlastor and my paintings!!

#anic answering asks

[stinkman007]

HII we’ve interacted a good few times and i think you’re super cool ^_^

WELL THANKU !!!! i bet whoever u are yr super cool too 😁

#i thiiiink i might know who this is but i wont spoil it :) have anice day anon #anon asks #asks #answered

[nightklok]

ASH... oh my lord those prompts are SO good... chickles for #60? and/or hammertooth for #98? whatever strikes your fancy~

100 Ways to Say I Love You Prompts[Open]

AAAA Thank you for requesting Kelly ;^; I really liked the two you picked out so i ended up doing both!! (And sorry if they became too long sdfsff)

60)-”Happy Birthday.”

Word Count:1278

For his own reasoning, Pickles chose to pretend his birthday didn’t exist. It was difficult given how famous he is and how much more fan mail and online exposure he’d get around that time that would constantly remind. It’d be easier to not collect his fan mail and avoid the internet but his family always seemed to find a way to pester him. Every single Goddamn year would be them trying to come over or pestering him with texts, phone calls, and dollar store birthday cards with half-assed written messages. 

Fortunately, this year seemed to be different. He was only thankful that conveniently their latest mission to fulfill the prophecy or whatever was in England In hindsight, he should’ve realized that it was actually part of Charles’ plan.

And since he never really looks at the schedule of what they needed to do, he didn’t realize that conveniently there was a day off between the tasks. And it so happened to fall right on his birthday.

It didn’t click into place once he found himself slowly waking up to Charles pulling him closer sleepily. His hands were always so gentle around him that it was almost easy to fall back asleep. Luckily, him being kissed was enough to get that jolt of energy to not fall as fast asleep. 

“Happy birthday, Pickles,” Charles said and Pickles tiredly laughed as he kissed him back.

“Aren’t I gettin' a little too old for birthdays?” He asked with a tired smile.

“That would mean you actually had celebrated your own birthdays. There’s nothing wrong with treating yourself a little,” Charles answered, "Besides, I kind of planned something for us to do together. Of course, the boys want to do something with you too but that will be in the evening." 

“What about my family? They're gonna ruin it if they find out-”

"They won't. It's all taken care of. It's nothing worth getting the press over. It's just gonna be between us and no one else." 

That was enough to get Pickles to be comfortable enough to not ask anything else. Charles wasn't pestering him to get up and start the day like he usually would. He seemed to be taking his time with him and it was actually nice for once. 

True to Charles' word, it was as quiet and enjoyable as Pickles preferred. He had shared plenty of birthday bashes before in the past to wake up incredibly hungover with a bunch of celebrities on his bed. As nice as those times were, he didn't miss it as much as he thought he would.

There was something nice about being able to spend a birthday not trapped in a room or with people he barely even knew. While the other guys may call him old, he just found it not as appealing as they must have. Charles could've simply given him a cake and he would've been content enough with it. However, because he was Charles, he always had tricks up his sleeve that he was never able to catch.

They spent most of the morning and afternoon traveling around England, visiting a few music museums, catching a private matinee performance of Book of Mormon, and even trying out pie at that traditional pie shop Charles always raved over. It was just as delicious as he had said. 

It was evening when they finally made it back to the tour bus after basically traveling around like tourists. The two hadn't had a day where they basically traveled around aimlessly like normal people and while their celebrity status gave them extra special treatment, it was more enjoyable than either of them had expected.

He saw that the boys had attempted to throw him a surprise party. Attempted being the keyword here. Obviously, the boys and Abigail had fought over who was doing what and it ended with a disarray of balloons, streamers, and food being scattered all over. There was no sign of his family so honestly, he could've been knighted by the Queen herself on the spot and he would've felt the same. 

“So we really tried but someone had to insist on being in charge.” Nathan glared at Skwisgaar.

“Not my faults your aesthetics are shit.” Skwisgaar pointed out.

“Should I remind that you wanted to throw in actual rattlesnakes to the punch bowl for the ‘aesthetics’?” Abigail asked. 

“I don’t get why we couldn’t get a metal birthday cake! Mercury is totally safe and metal too!” Murderface chimed in.

“Uh eithers ways, happy birthdays!” Toki said quickly as he hugged Pickles so tightly he almost saw white.

Pickles just laughed when Toki pulled away. How could he be mad at people who at least genuinely tried to throw him a birthday party? He couldn’t remember if his family ever tried to throw him one. It used to hurt him he didn’t remember and he’d try so desperately to remember as the last thing of hope he had that they definitely cared about him.

Looking at the scene now, he realized that it didn’t matter. He finally got the birthday party he truly wanted. A birthday party thrown by his actual family, “The gesture’s still sweet. I really appreciate it. Thanks, guys.” 

The cake was at least saved thanks to the fact it was kept in the fridge by an Abigail who definitely knew how to hold a sword. As they ate their cake, the presents were brought in by a klokateer. Six gifts in all. 

The gifts were exactly things he would like. A mixture of handmade from the boys' secret talents and store-bought that still carried the same amount of love as they were all things he would like. The final gift was almost easy to not notice. It was a small box wrapped in white packaging and even though it had no name tag, it was still easy to see from who it was from.

It took a few moments to unwrap the paper and open the box. Seeing what was inside almost made him drop the box before looking at Charles, "You-This is for real? You actually mean it?" 

Charles nodded as he took his hands, staring at him completely with a look that was full of the love he shared for him as well,"Of course I do, Pickles. You really mean a lot to me and I can't believe it's taken me so long to realize that. I know things are going to be hard soon and I'm not sure if we'll ever get another opportunity for me to propose to you so I'm taking this as a chance. I want this to be a promise that no matter what happens, I'll always be waiting for you and I hope you'll do the same for me."

Pickles almost choked back a sob as he kissed Charles before hugging him tightly, "Of course I fuckin' will. I'll wait a million years if I have to because I do wanna marry you. You're really the only one for me, Charlie."  

It seemed like everyone else was aware of that moment because he heard party poppers go off and a mixtures of 'Congratulations', 'About fucking time', and 'Great, let's eat more cake.' 

They eventually pulled away and Charles slipped the ring in his finger, which was a perfect fit. 

"We cans plans your weddings!" Toki said excitedly which sparked immediate discussion among the others.

"No, I don't think-" Charles said before he was interrupted by the boys beginning to ramble about a very metal (and dangerous) wedding planned. 

"We can tell them tomorrow. For now, I just wanna spend the rest of my birthday with my fiance." Pickles chuckled as he reached over to kiss him again.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiled as he kissed him again, “Happy birthday.”

98) “Take a deep breath.” 

Trigger Warning: Panic Attack, blood mention Word count: 897

Transitioning was difficult. In one moment, Magnus was spending the past decade or so solely on revenge against the band that took everything away from him. The next moment, he’s now spending the rest of his life helping the band that took everything from him. Life had a funny way of throwing things at him that he least expected. Going from a vengeful person to someone who was not was something he never expected to happen. He figured he was too old to change but he supposed the world was nice enough to grant him some humanity to change.

The world was never kind to him. Magnus had made his peace with that and then continued to fight against it for all he had left in him. He wondered if giving in to help Dethklok meant giving up fighting. He was still fighting, for sure, but the difference was that his battles became for something much more than revenge. 

He sat in a meeting with the _Council, _which was full of the people who apparently had a role in the prophecy to help fight against Salacia. Dethklok, Charles, Edgar, Dick, Abigail, ghost Trindle summoned via seance...and him. He was one of the people a part of the prophecy and that was still hard to wrap his head around. He wasn’t told his role yet, it was not his time yet, and that’s what ended up terrifying him the most.

What if his role made him throw away everything he began working for after he was saved? What if he had to go back to his old ways and hurt Toki...fatally this time? No...no he wouldn’t fall down that path again, prophecy be damned. 

He couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to the meeting. It could be blamed on the pain he _refused _to take morphine for or perhaps trying to figure out himself after realizing he wasn’t who he thought he was. Every meeting he sat through brought up the same uncomfortable feelings and this one was no different really. Just usually talking about the usual stuff; updates on the song Dethklok and Dick were working on, Edgar’s messages with whales, boring stuff. And just as usual, he had nothing to provide to the table.

“Magnus?” Charles asked and Magnus was brought out of his thoughts.

Eyes were on him now. Maybe Charles asked a question and he didn’t notice why he was being asked. God, he should’ve paid attention. Maybe this was part of the prophecy? His role was to answer a question incorrectly and be quickly beheaded as an example to those that dare betray Dethklok. Maybe he was really just kept alive for that example. They brought back a fucking psycho for a prophecy; morality is non-existent with them...Maybe...

“Magnus, you okay?” Toki was sitting next to him. He gently reached for one of his hands only for Magnus to quickly pull away. 

Magnus didn’t say anything and ran out of the room instead. He could hear Toki and the others call after him but he didn’t stop. He ran as far as his repairing body would allow him before stopping at a corner, gasping for air. Almost frantically his hand reached for his bandaged chest, feeling something wet just touch his fingertips. God, he fucked up. He always did.

His breathing didn’t stop from escalating. He could feel his heart pound rapidly to the point where it gave no moment for him to breathe. It was almost as similar as to when he stabbed himself. Knowing that he had to die but still fighting for air like he had some sort of worth. 

He could hear footsteps and almost a gasp before feeling himself being dragged to sit on the floor. The hands that held his shoulders were so familiar that he didn’t need to look up. Other footsteps were heard across the empty hall. Distinct voices he couldn’t quite make out. He couldn’t tell who was speaking at all but it was enough for him to want everything to stop.

He wants to tell everyone to fuck off and let him suffer in peace. Let the re-opened wounds open more so he could bleed out to death. That would be so much easier for everyone.

But there was only one distinct voice he could somehow hear. Toki. The only one speaking directly to him, speaking softly but enough for him to hear. It was still hard to hear his voice compared to the others and his own breathing but it was something to focus on.

 If Toki was willing to help over...whatever he’s going through, then how would he feel if Magnus ended up dying? Magnus was one of the few people Toki called out to when he was stuck in the hospital. Magnus became one of the many people Toki gave second chances to but definitely one of the first to actively try and make sure his second chance wouldn’t ever be a third.

He wouldn’t hurt Toki. 

He couldn’t hurt Toki. 

His self-imposed role would be to never hurt him for as long as he lived. As his breathing was struggling to stay even and he was struggling to awake, it was that promise and Toki’s voice that kept him staying awake.

“Takes a deeps breaths.” Toki’s voice was the only clear one he could hear.

And so he did. 

#lampmeeting #Caffeinated Insomniac Writings #metalocalypse #metalocalypse fanfic #Charles Offdensen #pickles the dummer #chickles #charles/pickles #Toki Wartooth #magnus hammersmith #hammertooth #magnus/toki #As you can see i'm incredibly terrified of writing magnus as he has no lines sadfl;jkdfs #but it was a fun challenge writing something fluff and writing magnus!! #Not on AO3

[littleplasticspaceship]

Hooola, te envío algunas preguntillas sobre el hilo que pusiste ^^

2: Age

17: Favourite food

58: What’s my strangest talent?

67: What was the last book I’ve read?

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

142: One of my scars, how did I get it?

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

152: What do I like about myself

hello there! I’m always open to more asks!

I’ll answer in the languaje of traders, if u dont mind:

2: Age

36 years old; I’m anicent in Internet years! xD

17: Favourite food

Something between Spanish Omelette, Serrano Ham and Home-made Pizza with good cheese. Can’t decide...

58: What’s my strangest talent?

I’m strangely good playin billards, but never practice :P

67: What was the last book I’ve read:

The Last Emperox, last book of the Interdepency trilogy, top notch Sci Fi from John Scalzi. It’s really good, but maybe I’m biased because I love this writer’s style...

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

The whole planet is dying and changing to worse because of our influence, more specifically because of a bunch of companies. Make them responsible, no cutbacks, defund military and invest in science. No one is going to save us from ourselves.

142: One of my scars, how did I get it

Welp, I have some leftover scar tissue on my right knee (barely visible, because IM OLD) due to the pedal of my old old OLD bicycle broke while I was very very fast. After losing balance and fall, I ended braking with my right knee Flintstone style. Luckily for me, I stopped just in front of a Red Cross office, so they patched me well. But the walk home were very long and painful xD

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

Yea, In some study aspects, in love and in work related things. Got very sad and angry with myself. I saw myself as weak and stupid. Even ‘not enough’. But sometimes you can try your hardest and fail anyway. But that’s how life is.

Also, if you still try and stay true to yourself a new chance will appear. That’s how life it is too ;)

152: What do I like about myself

I think I’m a good and sincere person. Sometimes is hard to always say the truth, specially if a lie would be harmless and ‘hard to trace’; but in the end it pays. It’ll make you a better person.

Thanks a lot! Keep’em comming! :D

#drunkastronaut

[hadestownmodern]

Worth

Hey guys! Annika here! I hope the queue worked if it did this should be posted at 8:15 pm when I'm in the show. This is a piece that comes right before Melody which is one of Danielle’s parts and is such an important part of the AU. I suggest reading that after this, because this takes place probably 2-3 days before that does!

“You’ve looked better.” Persephone doesn’t even really look up, trying to finish grading this last page of a student’s work. The essay was already covered in red ink, but she needed to finish so she could put the grades in. She knew, however, from seeing Eurydice earlier, that she wasn’t looking too great today.

“I can’t do this, Persephone.” The voice is soft and barely audible, and causes Persephone to snap her head up to look at Eurydice, who looks on the wrong side of exhausted. Her bag is already on the ground, and the young girl is standing before her in desperate need of rest. Heavy, dark rings sit under her eyes, and her hands are shaking as she uses them to hold her daughter.  

“Can’t do what, baby?” Persephone’s crossing the room to her in an instant with gentle hands on her shoulders to encourage her to sit on the well-worn couch she keeps in the corner of her office. She is careful as she lowers her onto the cushion, being careful not to sit her on top of her own napping daughter, who was tired from her day at preschool.

“I can’t do this,” Eurydice gestures at the sleeping baby in her arm, and the bag on the ground beside her. “I have a test in three weeks and I can’t have her with me and she fights Persephone, and I mean fights us when we try to give her a bottle, and I can’t type when I hold her but she cries when i’m not, and she’s only a month old and it hurts to be away from her and- I can’t do school and be her mom. I can’t be the mother she deserves and-” Eurydice has Melody in her shaky arms, holding the baby as close as she can manage. “I’m failing as her mother and as a student and Orpheus and-”

“Hey, Eurydice, sweetheart...You are not  failing. You are not failing your classes and you are most certainly not failing Melody.” Persephone is kneeling before Eurydice, and takes her free hand in her own. “Orpheus thinks you string the stars in the sky! He is so proud of you every day. We all are.” Persephone’s other hand rests on Melody’s dark hair, taking note of how yes, the baby was calmer than anything when she was with her mother. “You are the mother she deserves because you’re you, Eurydice. She won’t go to anyone else because she loves you so much…” 

She brushes her thumb over Eurydice’s cheek, the other hand brushing comfortingly over her arm. “Eurydice, you had a baby a month ago. That’s four fucking weeks. You came to class, the first day, with a two week old. When Junie was two weeks old I don’t think I had left the house. You are far from failing, she’s going to admire you so much. You are a force, Eurydice. A force of nature.” 

“I-i’m so tired, Seph.” Eurydice broke, leaning heavily against Persephone. “I’m up with her and then when she sleeps I try to do my work and then I have to go to class and Orpheus he does so much for me and I know it breaks his heart that he can’t help me but- I’m just so tired.” She hiccups as she lets out the breath she was holding her whole sentence, glancing down at Melody to be sure she didn’t wake her. “How do you do it? You have it all, all the time, how can I be more like you?”

Persephone felt her heart break a little as Eurydice spoke to her. She surely couldn’t think her life was perfect, did she?”

“You think I have it all, all the time? Baby, I wish. To this day I can’t cook. I only see my husband a few hours a night sometimes, and right now he’s got a case thats taken up so much of his time I’m afraid Junie’s gonna forget what he looks like. It’s the second week and i’m behind on grading. I can promise, it’s not a walk in the park always for me. I’ve just learned to enjoy stopping and playing in the grass sometimes.” She pauses to look at Junie, who’s tiny body was curled up on the couch, holding the edge of her favorite blanket they kept in the office for times like these. “It wasn’t the same, when I was taking care of Orpheus at your age. There were three of us, and he likes hermes and I equally. Junie Bee, here, when she was a baby, she didn’t let anyone else near her for the first three months of her life. Screamed like a banshee when I put her down. I couldn’t imagine Eurydice, being in school, and working all those jobs you have, when I had a baby like her.” She can empathize, truly she can, to an extent. “It’s just a little different. Melody was like a souvenir you didn’t anticipate...like an award you didn’t realize you were competing for. But you would defend that title, now, with your life, you know? . Junie was a hard fought for, a hard earned prize. LIke the competition I practiced for my entire life, and lost and lost and lost. That makes a difference, I think. You were thrown into this, Eurydice, and you’re learning as you go. I learned, then thought i’d never get to use it. So don’t think i’ve got it all, or that i’ve got all my ducks in a row. You just are lucky enough to have missed my really bad, really really bad, dark days.” 

“I-” Eurydice was wordless. What did you say to a subtle reminder that things are so different between you and the person you admire most. 

“Don’t you worry about it. I can promise you, though, I do not have it all together by any means. We’re human..we can’t have it perfect. But I can promise, too, that you’re doing a hell of a good job already.” She kisses her forehead, in that maternal way only Persephone could, and holds out her arms. “You, lay down. You look exhausted, and you already told me you are. I’ll entertain Melody here..”

“She’ll fuss if you take her-”

“And if she gets to be too fussy I will lay her next to you. Now move Junie out of your way and lay down. I bet she’ll even share her blanket with her favorite auntie ‘rydice..” Persephone pulls melody into her arms, tucking her head against her shoulder before giving her a pointed look. “Will you lay down and nap, you are worse than Juniper.”

Eurydice puts her hands up in defense, and lays beside the four year old, curling her body around her as they had done so many times before. She is keenly aware of Melody's whimpering, but even more so aware of Persephone's gentle humming and soft voice keeping her calm. She is not expecting to fall asleep, but is out before Persephone reaches the second chorus on the song she sings. 

When Eurydice awakens, she is aware of the lack of a toddler in front of her, and the way the blanket seems to cover her whole body now. She stretches her legs, trying to get her bearings when she hears. 

“Junie, no baby, you can’t give the baby your milk.” Eurydice peaks an eye open to see Persephone sitting on the floor, Melody in one arm, with the other outstretched to block Junie’s drink cup from getting closer. 

“But, mama, you said babies drink milk! I tried to give her cookies, you said no. I try to share my milk, you say no!” Junie is shaking her head, shrugging in confusion. “You say it’s nice to share!”

“It is so nice to share, but she needs special milk.”

“It is special milk, Mama. It’s chocolate al-mun milk. Amma says it’s og-anic.” Junie’s inching closer, hands outstretched to touch Melody’s face. “Why can’t she have it.”

“‘Cause I have to make it for her.” Eurydice chimed in, deciding to join them on the floor. Junie squeals as she sees her, lunging at her and throwing arms around her neck before a childlike wonder fills her face. “How long was I out?”

“You make it for her? Is it og-anic?” Junie inquired, brown eyes gleaming with innocence and joy. “...can you make it chocolate?”

“It’s about as Organic as it gets, Junie, now will you get back here.” Persephone calls her, though she is too enraptured by Eurydice to hear. “Forty minutes maybe..”

“No, I can’t...make..it chocolate..” Eurydice tries, grimacing at Persephone as an apology for her failed answer. Persephone just laughs and shakes her head, instead focusing on melody, who slept soundly against her, enjoying the feeling of the tiny human in her arms. 

“Can I have some?” Junie asks, cocking her head at Eurydice who feels the color drain from her face. “please?”

“No, Juniper, you cannot-” Persephone tries before Junie starts to pout, bottom lip quivering.

“Why not? I was gonna share! Tell Melody to share, it’s only nice!!!” Her arms cross over her chest, as she looks at Eurydice with watering eyes. 

Eurydice has a look of panic on her face before Persephone reaches out and pulls Juniper onto her lap. 

“Because. It is for babies and you are a big girl. Babies need milk because they cannot eat other things, and so their mommies make it for them until they can have- “

“Mama?”

Persephone audibly sighs, running her fingers over Junie’s wild curls.  “Yes, baby?”

“Why don’t you make-”

“Because, Juniper. You are four. And you have teeth.”

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