#giddly’s art

[giddlygoat]

i thought of this in the shower and nearly tripped in my rush to sit down and draw it lawl

#tf2 #pyro #spy #team fortress two #what is their ship name …. idk ……. #no id #giddly’s art

[annie-of-the-arts]

[begin id: A digital drawing of Cove, meant to have a bit of a painting affect to it. It's also a redraw of the poppy field Step 3 scene. He's laying down, one hand propping up his head and the other holding a poppy. He's looking away, blushing furiously with a giddly smile. Some other notable qualities is that he has curlier and slightly longer hair, glasses, a hooked nose, and is wearing the grey anchor shirt. A bit of his arm goes above a hand-drawn dialouge box, labeled "Cove." The text in it, supposedly said by him, reads "I think you're beautiful too..." followed by a heart. The background of the drawing is the background of the poppy frield scene, but redrawn. End description]

you would not believe your eyes. if ten million angry toads. fought god on my roof as i tried to sleep. sorry not sorry i love being silly.

[reblogs over likes | reblog my art or ill curse your bloodline. reblog now.]

#artists on tumblr #described art #accsesible art #our life #our life beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden our life #gb patch #ok hi. i played this a month ago and drew this after but got too scared to post it but now its here and im free <33 #funniest part of the game is shiloh based on the fact that. ^_^ it made me learn gb patch games also made xoxo blood drops!! #a game i played a few years ago and partially liked. and i saw him and was like ?!?!? what are you doing in my falafel. #anyway i just thought that was silly. its a small world or whatever :-3

[chrissesbabe]

Painting-Matt Sturniolo

Guys, this is my first time writing on here, I used to write on wattpad and a bitch had 14k reads for it to be taken down but its fine[screaming retching, crying on the inside], so now I'm going to bless yous all with my writing. Hehe. Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes or the use of incorrect grammar first a cannit spell and a have a thick accent, sorry.

WARNINGS- smut and lots of it.

Y/N- pov

To say the least, I love art, my first true love, along with Matt, following close second. Me and Matt are best friends, we have been since we were little. Me and matt came as a pare, we still do.

To me, he's a work of art, the funniest most beautiful person on the planet but, he's clueless to the fact, I have loved him since the day we met, in first grade.

Butterfly's erupt amongst my stomach, when even Matt slightly touches me, or looks at me a certain way, I cannot take my eyes off him. But, I am absolutely petrified via the fact, if I confess my love to Matt, things may become awkward and we lose our precious friendship, or we break up and never speak. So for all these long, tedious years it has been my biggest secret.

Within, my years of high school, I have always done art, its my favourite subject, Matt adores my love of art. He thinks its cool and quirky like me and believes, I have great skill, which always makes me blush.

For one of my art projects I decided to photograph Matt, I paint a plethora of portraits and I have never loved painting anyone more than Matt. I make sure to capture, his soft brunette locks, ocean blue eyes, chiselled cheeks and perfectly shaped pinkie lips.

Sometimes, in art I often stare in awe of my best friends beauty, I just simply cannot get enough. Recently, for a new project my teacher asked me to paint a live portrait. Normally, I use reference photos but now, I must get Matt to sit Infront of me for hours so I can paint him. I can't wait, staring at Matt for hours, my dream, possibly not his, but he agreed as he loves watching me do what I love.

My phone begins to buzz as I see matts name pop up on my screen.

"Hey, y/n I'm coming over now, so you can do that painting thingy, can't wait." I smile to myself as I read the message, I cant fucking wait.

MATTS POV-

I see Y/N reply to my message with,

"Okay, the doors unlocked, can't wait to paint your ugly face."

I have been looking forward to this, ever since y/n asked me, it may sound silly, but the thought of seeing y/n with her concentrating face having fun, provides me with so much enjoyment. I love her art, it reflects how beautiful she is, and how amazing her talent is.

Y/n honestly gets me through life, without her support I don't know what I would do, through creating me and my brothers channel she was and always has been our biggest supporter, and I love her for it, along with much more.

Quickly, I walk to my car, and buckle myself in, giddly I drive to her house, in anticipation for the day. Wondering into her house, I hear her shout my name as I run up the stairs, waiting for the sweet moment until I see her angelic face.

She looks beautiful as ever, sitting calmly on her desk chair with a easel and a rainbow of colourful paints laid out neatly on her desk.

Her smile warms my heart, as I walk over to her.

"Hey, cant fucking wait for this." I exclaim, embracing her in a long soft hug, as she wraps her slender arms around my shoulders, making my dick harden.

YOUR POV-

"mhm", I mumble into Matts neck, his hugs always make me feel so warm inside.

He sits down on the bed, as I take creative liberty and move his hair from his face, positioning it even more perfectly than it was before, and moving his shoulders so he's facing the perfect angle for me to capture his features.

I giggle to myself, at how silly he looks just sitting waiting for me to paint his features. He furrow's his eyebrows at me.

"What are you laughing at?" He bellows in confusion within his low and raspy voice, giving me tingles for no reason.

"You just look so silly." He giggles, and shoves my arm. I sit down and begin sketching him, making sure to capture his sharp angular features.

Patently, he sits, he sits and waits for me to draw him, occasionally, i glance over and smile within which, he returns.

Hitting a dilemma, I must move matts face.

"Is it okay, if I just rotate your face slightly," I ask confidently, and he nods. I move my hands cupping his soft face and slightly move his face forward and adjust his earing.

I can't help it but, I accidently, brush my finger over his lips, innocently and kiss his cheek, which I normally do, but this was different. Matt blushes as I pull away and begin sketching once again.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Matt shuffling, and notice him adjusting his pants.

Omg, I think he's hard. There's no way, well at least not from thinking of me, but I'm the only person here, did I make my best friend hard.

Taking my opportunity, I sweetly adjust his posture, for the drawing, I tell him, I moved my hands over his legs pushing them further apart, for the drawing, I tell myself.

Untill, I look down, making eye contact with Matt, his eyes are filled with lust and sheer sex.

Is this really happening, I question to myself.

Matt snakes his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest as we maintain eye contact, he looks down at my lips and grips my arse.

"Matty, baby we can't." I signal secretly, not wanting him to stop.

"Call me, baby one more time and i'll never stop." he answers sternly, I smile at him smugly allowing him full consent, to do whatever the fuck he wants to me. Eagerly, Matt interlocks his lips with mine, and I return, he slips his tongue across my lips, tugging at them with his teeth, immediately making me more wet than I already am.

Slow soft kisses, morph into wet, sloppy needy kisses as, I swipe my hand across his pulsating dick. I need his dick in my mouth right the fuck now.

I pull back, in awe of my best friend since childhood, with his hard dick clothed under my hand. Matt, pushes his two slender fingers into my mouth, pushing them in and out repeatedly, as I suck on them, making me want to wrap my mouth around his dick more.

I take this upon myself to drop down onto my knees and provide him with a innocent look.

"Baby, let me help you." I whisper seductively.

"Of course princess." Matt whimpers and forms my hair into a ponytail. My pussy, aches for him, as I pull his pants down and release his hard dick. Fuck me, it nearly took me out, its huge.

"Matt, I don't think it'll fit." I asked intently.

"It will, I'm sure you can do it." His words of support, give me all the confidence I need.

I pick his dick up, and treat it like my worst enemy, spitting up it and rubbing my hand up and down his dick, spreading my spit all over, making sure to rub his tip in the process.

Wrapping my mouth around his hard member, I begin to bob up and down, pumping him with my hand. Forcing him to release soft groans and aches of pleasure. After a few minutes of looking up and giving him the sex eyes, along with precum coating my lips, Matt begins to twitch.

He, pushes my head down harder onto his dick, and bucks up into my mouth, compelling me to choke on his dick.

"Mhm, fuck yes baby, going to make Daddy cum, ye?" Matt mumbles.

I nod and moan into Matt's dick, which only makes me gagg more.

Matt picks up his whimpers, making me almost cum from his sounds. Suddenly, Matt releases and coats my mouth with his cum, as it drip's down onto my reddish lips.

I smirk to Matt and rub my hand up his dick and gently touch his tip, knowing how sensitive he is from cumming that hard.

"Let me make you feel good, princess." Making me fold, I interlock my lips with his, and he pulls my lace pantys down and pulls my oversized graphic t of.

Revealing my tits, Matt stares in awe of how big they are.

"How have you been hiding these." As he says this, he takes one nipple into his mouth leaving hickies all over my tits and rolls, my other nipple with his finger, making my head fall back in blissful pleasure.

"Ride me baby." Matt moans out, rubbing my clit, with my moist wetness, and pulls me down onto him. Slowly, I push his tip into me, moaning at his girth, ass I attempt to push him all the way in.

"Relax gorgeous let me in." Within his words, he guides me down onto him. Almost screaming, I begin to grind onto him. He places his hands onto my arse and slapps it aggresivly, causing me to release a pornographic moan. Making him smile in a lustful manor.

I begin to pick up my pase, chasing my orgasm and Matt's whimpers of pleasure edging me even more.

"You should paint this position." Matt groans out.

"Ohhh, fuck yes Daddy." I scream as I begin to sense that familiar euphoric feeling in the pit of my stomach form. What a great idea.

"Matt, Matt, I'm going to cum."

"Cum with with me y/n" My legs begin to shake uncontrollably, as I release around his dick, smothering my pussy in both our juices.

I drop a sweat peck on Matts lips, before I lay down next to him, my art supplies scattered everywhere.

"Y/N." Matt softly asks.

"Yes, Matt."

"I love you."

"I have loved you since the day I met you."

Hoped you enjoyed this you absolute sluts, I just came up with this on the spot and then me vape died, nearly cried. But I haven't seen anything like this before, hehe love art, thought a was being different and quirky. I have missed writing omg, if you have any suggestions make sure to message me, might not be able to do loads tho, as I have lots of revision.

#sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #fanfic

[azirowley]

okay okay in the tags of that poll you mentioned a robot oc? astro i think? can i see??? [<- not normal about robots]

YESSSS YES YES MY SON he's a DND oc so he's a warforged but I'm also not normal about him in the slightest

I don't have a lot of art of him unfortunately but i do have some tidbits! He sounds like the SAM automated mouth voice thing, he was created by his Totally Normal Artificer father who loves him so so so so much

When i type messages as him i do it LIKE THI5 and here's a thing for it:

"THE QUICK BR0WN F0X JUMP5 0VER THE LAZY D0G"

His name (Astr0) stands for Artificial Son (of) Technical Robotics ver.0

In his official bio that i entered into the roll20 i said he's the specialist silliest boy, hes like 3 weeks old and he's EXTREMELY excited to meet people so he says hi to anyone who might be his friend. He's part of a strixhaven campaign so hes enrolled in quandrics which is basically magic math, but he's not in it cuz he's a robot he literally just LIKES math (just like me fr!!)

He knows three languages and also his dad is Totally Normal (he's not but i won't say any more in case my friends stalk my socials hehe)

Also, hi giddly!! This is like the 4th(?) time we've interacted, strange to be on my alt this time tho hehe

#// crow answers #// crow rambles #oc talk #dnd oc art #dnd oc #warforged #warforged oc #warforged cleric

[flowerinfestedlungs]

A Meeting.

The bell to the door jiggled and I looked up from the wheel. A tall girl, with blonde hair and brown eyes, walked into the studio. Looking around and walking in my direction.  

 “Oh-” 

She stopped by my area, gesturing to the table in front of me. 

 “Hey! Can I sit here?” She asked, already setting her bag down and pulling up a chair. 

 I glanced around before nodding. Yeah. Sure, whatever. I thought, going back to the clay on the wheel. I didn’t really mind, as long as she didn’t mess up my work. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her setting up an easel and canvas. Pulling out a pallet of paints from her bag. My brows furrowed and I looked up at her. This was a pottery studio, it’s not often people come in here to paint. She must have noticed my confusion because she looked back at me, our eyes meeting. I jumped, looking away quickly. 

 She smiled, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. “It’s fine! I know this isn’t an art studio.  Actually-” She moved so she was leaning on the table, hand on her hip and brows furrowed. “I was wondering if I could paint you?” 

 “Ghjkl- huh-?” I quickly closed my mouth. A bit embarrassed by my stuttering. “Me?” I asked, pointing to my chest for emphasis. “Why me..?” 

 “Well-” She pushed off the table, stepping closer to me. “My professor said to paint or draw someone being creative! Weather that be pottery, glass making, sewing, ect. And I thought you could be the perfect candidate!” Suddenly her face twisted into one of concern, and her shoulders stiffened. “Only with your permission of course! I would never paint anyone without consent!” 

  I sat back in my chair, studying her for a moment. It’s just an art project. I thought. It’s not like the whole school’s gonna see it. After a few seconds of debating, I shrugged.  “Sure.” I decided. “Go ahead, paint all you want.”  

  A grin crossed her face and she excitedly moved back to her chair. “Thanks!” She exclaimed, rummaging through her bag to get started. I huffed quietly. Leaning forward and grabbing my sponge off the side of the wheel. This was going to be interesting. 

-

  “Ah fuck-” I cursed quietly, sighing though my nose. The pot I was working on had folded in on itself, making the entire piece semi-collapse. I sighed again, deciding it wasn’t worth trying to save and to just re-toss it. 

  “Oh? What happened?” The girl asked, peaking around her canvas at the ruined piece in front of me. 

 I grumbled, picking up the clay and molding it between my hands. “It uh, kinda folded in on itself.” I shrugged, cracking an awkward smile. “I’m just gonna re-toss it.” 

  She frowned, shoulders slumping. “Aw, that’s a shame.” She mumbled. “What made it fold?” 

 “Well-” The clay hit the center of the wheel with a soft *plap*. I smiled, happy with my successful centering. “I probably pulled it up too fast, and brought too much up. The weight makes it topple over.” 

 “Oh. Huh.” She nodded, looking between me and her canvas before going back to her painting. Glancing at me every few minutes, and mumbling under her breath. I blinked. Well, okay. 

-

 “And finished!” 

 The voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked around. What’s happening? The girl looked over at me excitedly, turning her easel in my direction for me to look. 

 “What do you think?” She asked, giddly moving from side to side.  My eyes widened as they landed on the canvas. It was...certainly something, I thought. My head cocking to the side and my brows furrowing. Not to say it was bad, by no means. I just, never saw myself in that light before. 

  “It’s good.” I mumbled. “Really good, actually. You’re a good painter.” I said, looking back up at her to meet her eyes. 

  She flushed, turning the painting back towards herself. “You think?” She questioned. “I’m not really that confident, but if you like it-” She shrugged. 

   “Yeah you’re really good.” I exclaimed, a smile growing. “If you don’t get an A then your teacher must not know what he’s doing.” 

 She laughed. “Thanks, uhm by the way, I never got your name? I’m Charlie.” 

 “Nyx.” I held out my hand, but then awkwardly put it back down since it was covered with clay. Charlie huffed, then grabbed my hand in her own paint covered one, and shook it gently. 

  She smiled. “Nice to meet you Nyx.”

#writing #BEHOLD #THE PRODUCT OF BEING IN A WRITERS BLOCK FOR A WEEK #FINALLY

[moonlight-escapade]

A Waltz in the Sky (One Shot)

A cute and short little one-shot for Ghibli/Tom fans. I watched an interview where he tried to pronounce “Totoro” like it was the most foreign word to him and was like omg, he’s never seen Miyazaki!

Fluff, romance, feel good.

Synopsis: You introduce Tom to Studio Ghibli and he teaches you to dance.

“Darling, what song is playing?” Tom asks as he walks into the living room. You’d set up shop there to work on some art projects to calm your frantic mind. You’d been feeling in a slump all week, hearing your anxious thoughts run wild without your permission. Today you made it a point to do something, no matter how small, that would make you happy. And nothing made you happier than playing with paints with the music of Ghibli films accompanying you in the background.

“It’s from ‘Totoro,’”  you answer him, experimenting with different shades of green on the little tree you’d just painted. 

“Toto..ro?,” he asks. You look up at him, raising a brow. “’My Neighbor Totoro,’ Studio Ghibli?” 

He looks at you with a frown. Oh my god. 

“You’ve never seen a Ghibli film!?” you ask, standing. He’s used to your dramatics by now and simply shakes his head. 

“Thomas,” you say sternly. He bites back a laugh as you march up to him. “”Spirited Away?,’ ‘Howl’s Moving Castle?,” he shakes his head. “Thomas!!!” you shriek. He laughs as you slap him playfully on the arm. 

“I thought you were this all powerful film guy!” you tease. He rolls his eyes, “My time with you has proven to me I am very much not the all powerful film guy in this relationship.” 

You smile proudly, standing up onto your toes to give him a kiss, “indeed.” You set your heels back onto the ground and let him wrap you against him in his arms. 

“Alright, put one on,” he smiles. You jump giddly, taking his hand to lead him towards the couch. He follows suit, placing himself in his spot as you crawl over him in search of your phone. 

“We’ll start off with one I think you’ll like,” you say, searching the film up. He leans his head to the side, watching your excitement fondly as you set the film up on the TV. As the screen turns blue, you turn to place a kiss on his cheek, squeezing him in a hug. You loved being able to show the talented Tom Hiddleston new movies. In a way, this is how you spoke to him. Tom was such a classics man, and you’d watched and listened to him memorize Shakesperean scripts and poetry. He loved his action flicks too, of course. But when on the rare occasion you got to show him something he’d never seen before, it was so special to you, and he knew that. They were the films that allowed him to see into you deeper. For him, he was so used to analyzing and studying the performances and nuances within the films he watched... but when it was for you, he enjoyed the movies in such a different way. Because he could find you in them. 

“Howls Moving Castle” played as you two cuddled on the couch. You smile and “aww” and blush at Tom’s teasing of your totally obvious crush on Howl. “Hey, he’s a tall, good looking, blue eyed mischief maker... I can see you have a type,” he teased. You shoved him playfully, hiding in the crook of his neck. 

The movie went on, and you saw the way Tom wrapped himself up in the beautiful world of Miyazaki’s making. As Sophie rescued Howl, you watched Tom’s eyes water... you loved knowing you showed him something that truly moved him. 

“That was lovely,” he says as the credits roll. His hands reach up to his eyes, wiping them. You smile, pressing a kiss onto each of his hands. “You liked it?” you ask. He looks to you, pulling your face towards him for a kiss. “I loved it.”

“Doesn’t it make you want to just... run into big open a field?” you say, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“It makes me want to walk through the air, holding your hand and dance a waltz in the sky,” he says. You take his hand in yours, tracing his palm with your fingers. “You would have to teach me,” you say. His hand takes yours, stopping your movements. “With pleasure,” he says. You look up at him and he moves to stand, “shall we?” he asks. You smile, taking his hand and standing by him. 

“What music should we use?” I ask him. He looks to the TV, “that waltz in the beginning of the film, what was it?” You smile giddly, opening your phone to connect the song to the speakers. 

“The Merry-Go-Round of Life,” you tell him. The song begins and he places his hand on the small of your back, extending your arm out to the side. You place your left hand on his shoulder and press against him. You learn the square like steps quickly, earning a kiss with every right step, and then, he spins you around the room. “That’s my girl,” he says. You cant help the huge smile that grows across your face and you hide your face in his chest. He laughs in amusement, hugging you tightly, then leans down to place a kiss on your head. 

“My darling girl,” he says, making you blush. And for a while, as the song becomes a ballad, slow and soft, you sway together, back and forth as the sun sets over the hills, turning the world blue around you.

“It’s true, you know,” he says after a moment. You look up at him, waiting for him to say more. “You’re the dearest thing in the world to me,” he says. You rest your chin against his chest, staring up at him. “I wonder if we were ever lovers in a past life,” you say, alluding to the film. A smile rises at the corner of his mouth, and he sets his gaze on your eyes. 

With a hand caressing your face, he says to you: “Somewhere in my past, something happened to bring you to me, and that’s all that matters.” Butterflies fill your stomach and he bends down to give you a kiss before picking you up in his arms.

“You’re my entire heart, (Y/N).”

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #imagine tom hiddleston

[haepii]

Limerence | PJS (03)

(n.) the state of being infatuated or obsessed with someone

Paring: Park Jisung + Reader

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Supernatural!AU, series

Series: Neo Culture Pack Series Masterlist, Previous Part, Next Part

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Mentions/Use of Weapons (I.e., swords, daggers, knives), Mentions of Blood, Murder, Animal Death/Murder, Werewolves (if you don't like it, leave), Mentions of bones cracking/breaking, Mentions of witches/witchcraft, mentions of vampires/fae, mentions of werewolves (duh), Jealous/Controlling Behavious (I do not condone these behaviours in real life, but obviously this work is pure fiction and so are the characters in it even if they are based off real people), Mentions of terminal illness (a brief mention and flashbacks, it can be rather confronting and I have experienced the facing of this situation myself. I know how confronting and triggering it is, so please do not put your own mental health at sake for reading this fanfic). CW; sarcastic mentions of a matte latte spiking (drugging itself)

Taglist: @peepsibo

WC: 3.8k

The day flew by in a blur, and before you knew it, you had gone from sitting with Maggie at the breakfast nook to sitting with Jisung in biology. It was then, the moment you'd seen him, that time began to flow as it did before. You hardly remembered taking notes in English Lit, or painting during Art. Now, in third period, smiling to him, you sat down.

Ryujin turned around only short moments before Ms. Qian walked in with a stern expression. "Now you listen to me, we're getting boba this afternoon and there is no discussion about it."

The time she'd spoken had left no room for discussion from you, as she'd turned back around and faced the front of the class, where Ms. Qian had gracefully called the class to order, and silent working. You spent the lesson stealing glances at Jisung as you researched, and took notes. By the end of the session, you felt happy with what you'd accomplished, and finally turned to him with a small smile.

"I just wanted to say again, I had fun last night, and for writing the report and putting it all together, I was thinking we could do a ramen study date? At my place."

Cartoonishly and synchronised, Chenle and Ryujin's eyes both comically widened. Placing at hand over her mouth in shock to hide her gaping mouth and silent squeals from behind her laptop, she giddly stomped her feet on the stool's bar. Chenle on the other hand, just gaped with his jaw on the floor, looking over at Ryujin with a look that could only say; "What the actual fuck?"

"Uh... yes, yeah... that's exactly what I was thinking, what day?" Jisung's cheeks tinted pink, as to not seem too desperate about wanting to go on a study date. He quickly stumbled over his words.. to sound chill, which almost sent Chenle into one of his dolphin-esque laughing fits.

At the first sign of a squeak, Ryujin roughly placed her hand over his mouth and gave him a death glare; "Don't you dare."

"Monday works great for me." You said with a small smile, as you spoke. Jisung knew he had patrol, but Chenle had quickly popped into his head, and without thinking said through the pack link; "I'll take your Monday patrol if you take my Wednesday patrol."

"Me too." His cheeks still tinted pink, he returned with a small smile, but this one wasn't like the others. It was a smile of success, knowing you wanted to spend time with him.

Ryujin removed her hand form Chenle's mouth with a death glare, making quick work of writing on a peace of her notebook paper before passing the note over to him, saying; "This'll be good, I'll suss it all out and spy on their Monday date, in exchange, give me 200 less words of the report. Deal?"

"Fine." Chenle scribbled back, knowing he'll have to write those extra 200 words in her name either way for the work to be even. On the other hand, Ryujin was giddy, as she clapped her hands together. Often, she was at her lowest on Monday and Tuesday of the week, or for the first eight weeks of the semester, having not yet accepted school had returned. However, with the budding romance between Jisung and you, she had been... entertained.

Chenle, had also been entertained, knowing full well of what you were to Jisung, to the pack even. He had thought Jisung would at least attempt at flirting, according to Jeno, he'd walked into the pack house later than usual with a pink scarf and a dorky smile. It was almost laughable, and Chenle wish he'd paid money to see it. However, the world didn't work that way, and Jisung refused to be caught like that by his brothers again.

Before he knew it, just as quickly as you'd walked in, greeted him with a smile and sat down, you had begun to pack up and bid him a farewell as the bell rang for fourth period. For him, no amount of time with you would be enough, and it hadn't even been a week.

Once again, fourth and fifth period had gone by as quickly as they had arrived, leaving only the sixth period, of History with Taegwng and Chaerin. Coincidently, the period of History was also shared with Chenle, who didn't bother in taking anything more difficult for him to maintain his grades for the Sophomore dance troupe. During the class, you sat in the middle row, closest to the windows, with Chaerin to your left, Taegwang in front of her, and Chenle sat in front of you. Though Chenle didn't make any conversation with the three of you, since the whole situation with Jisung, you being his mate, he felt it only natural eavesdrop occasionally.

Today, on Wednesday sixth period History, was one of those occasions. It started off innocent enough, Chaerin talking about her plans for the weekend, given the break of University students from the town over. Chaerin's sister, Seulgi had recently got on her three-week break, similarly to Areum and Taeyong, that he knew. However, when Chaerin mentioned how Seulgi, one of the six members of their clan had decided to come back to town, he felt... fear and anger, a sick combination of the two. Patrols had already been hard enough due to recent events, with Seulgi in town, it would be near damn impossible to maintain the level of safety.

"Are you guys planning on spending any time with her?" You asked Chaerin about Seulgi. Recently, you'd only seen her once or twice in passing, never for more than five minutes but she'd always seemed nice. You'd known her since you were thirteen, and spent christmases with Chaerin's family growing up. Chaerin's grandmother and your grandmother had been best freinds since high school together. It was only natural for the friendship to extend to their future families.

"Oh yeah! We missed last Christmas with her, so Taegwang set up the Christmas tree and everything, didn't you, babe?" Chaerin nudged Taegwang slightly, as he'd zoned out, looking out at the house in the mountains. He was probably just bored. "Yeah! Mmmhmm..."

Chaerin let out a small laugh, shrugging his arm off her shoulders. She turned back to you with a smile. "Either way, I already know you've been thrown into Ryujin's family drama."

"Don't get me started." Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose, your eyebrows creasing as you wanted the weekend to not get here, but you wanted it to be over. From dinner with your distant mother, to dinner with Ryujin's bitchy one, you already felt drained. "Ryujyin already told me that her fiancé's sister's little brother will be there too, Areum said he's our age."

"That shouldn't be too bad."

"I reckon it'll be awkward." You groaned, plonking your head onto the desk.

"Nah! If anything, it'll be the chillest family dinner you've been to, because Mrs. Ahn wouldn't want to fuck up her good image in front of soon-to-be son-in-law." Chaerin tried to reason further with a small smile. Looking up from the desk, you saw her wave a dismissive hand at all the upcoming stress of the weekend. "Trust me, there'll be no comparisons between you and Ryujin."

"I always feel so guilty when she does it, you know?" You sighed, feeling as if Ryujin's mother wished you'd swap places with her youngest daughter, not on occasion, every waking minute.

"That's valid."

Suddenly, Jisung had popped into your mind. It happened a lot over the past few days, you'd be doing something, your thoughts would drift to him, suddenly you'd have a spring in your step, and a smile on your face. "Oh! Did I tell you I asked Jisung out on a date?"

"Did you now..." Chaerin raised an eyebrow in pleasant surprise, she turned to Taegwang who had his jaw on the floor and looked at you like you had grown two heads. Ultimately, Taegwang reluctantly pulled out his wallet, as Chaerin smiled gleefully. "That's exciting, but what have you done with the (Y/N) I know and love?"

"I know right?" You sighed relieved to get it off your chest as if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. "Since when do I have the confidence to be so... so... forward?"

"You go girl! I'm sure it'll go great." Chaerin gave you a thumbs up and a proud smile.

Turning to her long-time boyfriend, in all seriousness, as she pointed to his wallet. "Babe, you owe me fifty."

"What?"

"Taegwang and I may or may not have made a bet about who would make the first move." She deadpanned, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I won."

"Technically it's a study date... but there'll be ramen."

"Nope." She popped the 'P' as she let out a mischievous giggle. "Still counts. Boba? My shout."

"Duped me out of fifty bucks, you con artist." Taegwang grumbled as he begrudgingly handed over a purposefully beat up fifty dollar bill.

"Sure, make sure to text Ryujin too." Smiling happily, you turned back to the front of the class, as the teacher, Ms. Bae walked in fifteen minutes late as usual. You liked Ms. Bae as a teacher, she was a hippie at heart, always wearing big scarves and linen clothes that fell oversized on her small frame. You swore you could hear her coming a mile away from the clinking of her bangles and necklaces. Having a soft, calm voice, but was never afraid to voice her political opinions during history class, she was your favourite teacher in this school. She was rumoured to live in the small city, where the university was one town over.

With the final ending of the bell, now more tired than usual, you walked out to the east entrance seeing Ryujin waiting excitedly for the afternoon boba date to begin. "Finally, you three! I've been wanting to talk about yesterday all day! You need to tell me everything."

Pointing an accusatory finger at you with narrowed eyes, she smiled widely. The day ending had filled you with more dread, knowing the weekend drew closer with each passing hour left you feeling no better, and preparations for the pep rally would begin tomorrow, you being enlisted to update the banners with some of the seniors of the spirit committee. There was nothing wrong with those seniors, Renjun being one of them, but you always felt out of place there. Especially when you replaced her, the missing girl. They never spoke about her, but it always felt like you knew who they pretended you were when you joined them. You felt stupid for agreeing to give up half of your day for them, but it had to be done.

You needed to ease your mind off of things, bring yourself to live in the moment with your three favourite people. If only for a couple of hours, you needed to have not a worry in the world, to let yourself be shallow and free. To cherish these hours as hours to be free from the stress of the upcoming weekend, your mother's dinner, dinner with The Ahn's (Ryujin's family), Jisung (and your feelings for him), the bio project, your grandmother's anniversary and the pep rally. If only just for an hour, it would be the four of you, in a booth under the neon lights of the little boba shop with mochi, talking about exciting things, gossip, the latest Kpop comeback, or (most importantly) the upcoming winter holidays trip to Seoul. In all fairness, it was only five months away.

"I think we should get matching earrings, and I want to see (Y/N) get a piercing so bad." Chaerin suggested, remembering the previous year how she nearly got expelled for getting four lobe piercings at some sketchy tattoo place that didn't card her for her ID, even though she was clearly underage. Ryujin let out a laugh of approval before adding excitedly, looking at the two of you. "We should also get matching lip tints! We always clash in photos."

Ryujin didn't lie there. She'd always have to edit group photos before she could post them, her instagram feed being centred around her red, vintage 70's, girl crush aesthetic. With your pastel 'cottage-core', 'soft girl' aesthetic clashing her's so much. Chaerin fell in the middle with her 'clean girl' aesthetic, fitting in with both of you, but never at the same time.

"Can we go back to the part where I get a piercing? you know I get scared of that stuff." You let out a nervous laugh, knowing full well your mother would kill you, and you'd need to own double the amount of fair-esque dangles. Plus, it would really kill your vibe to have to wear a silver stud for three months straight.

"You know, Chae, if we're that desperate I have one of the disposable piercing guns from a Chinese wholesale site, we can just get right in there and BOOM, while she's asleep." Ryujin spoke exaggeratedly, as Taegwang watched, walking backwards for a few steps laughing at your expression, which was now resemblant of a shocked cartoon character. You shrieked in horror. "Seriously? My mother would kill me."

"Please! Your mother wouldn't even notice." Ryujin pulled you into a comforting side-hug as you walked. Knowing, she was right, you had no other words to say as Chaerin went up to walk with her arms wrapped around her lover's waist. "You know, I have three, we could do your nose too, Chae."

"Perfect! Let's do it, sleepover, next weekend?" Chaerin smiled giddy as she snuggled into Taegwang, him only muttering into her hair; "You'd look hot with a nose ring, babe."

"Easy! My house." Ryujin smiled back mischievously sash turned to you. With a nervous laugh, you smile up at your slightly taller best friend. "Honestly, you two better be joking."

"You won't even know until the morning." Chaerin exclaimed from in front of you.

"It has a ninety-nine percent chance of getting infected."

"You only live once!"

"Also, I was thinking we could see if there was any tickets for my favourite boy group during the Seoul trip." Ryujin suggested enthusiastically with a nod, as if it was the best idea in the world. Until Chaerin groaned. "So, you're saying (Y/N) and I join you while we mildly enjoy the music and you ogle over the members? (Y/N), thoughts?"

"Sorry, Ryujinnie. You're on your own for that one." You let out a nervous laugh, seemingly doing that a lot this afternoon at the threats of a non-consensual piercing ending in your death by your mother.

"Sometimes I think you two have something against talented men." Ryujing pouted, staring longingly down at her Lock Screen. You could've sworn it had gone relatively unchanged since she was thirteen, given her unwavering loyalty to that one member.

"It's not my fault girl groups are hotter." Chaerin blurted out, now walking up the steps to the boba shop, as Taegwang then proceeded to no hold the door open for her, but let both you and Ryujin pass by him as you let out a giggle. "Ditto."

"Shit! Sorry, baby, you're very talented! I love you!" Chaerin followed after Taegwang, gripping onto the sleeve of his blazer with puppy dog eyes, as if begging for forgiveness from him.

"(Y/N)! No way! I thought you were all about Jisung!" Ryujin exclaimed with a laugh, placing her hands over her gaping mouth, eyes wide with shock.

"Shhhh! Am not!"

"Oh, you so are." She smirked, as she lined up behind the counter, waiting to be served patiently, as the worker was making another tea order. "We'll be talking about this later."

Two hours had gone by, and you'd found yourself splitting ways with Taegwang and Chaerin, leaving you and Ryujin swinging side by side on the swings in the park. It wasn't often you came here late at night, but it was where most of the deeper conversations occurred, but the topic of discussion today was not alien life or how your 'Mummy Issues' accumulated into your need for academic validation. It was so much more. "I want to know about this whole asking Jisung out thing."

"On that study date on Monday... we flirted." You said, as if it was the only detail you wanted to share giddy. Despite this, Ryujin gaped at you, almost looking offended under the setting sun of the park.

"You didn't tell me anything and it's been two whole days?"

"If you hadn't noticed, Ryu... I've been busy with the pep rally, and the new turtle tracker program and my bio project and-" You were soon cut off by your best friend. She waved a hand dismissively but still managed to gaslight you into feeling guilty about the offence, hurt and pain in her voice. "Alright, alright. I get it, you don't have time to call up little ol' me about your love life."

"I do! I was getting around to it, I swear."

"Tell. me. everything."

Sighing, you looked at her for any way to get out of this, but she swung lightly, whistling as if waiting for the oh-so-juicy details from Monday, that had been replaying in your head on repeat. "He kept on staring at me, over his laptop... and he agreed with everything I said... and you know Jaemin? He kept on looking as if he was listening in and distracted, he got yelled at by his boss."

"And, what was the staring like?" She prompted, with a Cheshire grin, and wiggling her eyebrows playfully.

"Oh my god! Don't be so creepy like that!" You let out a nervous laugh, feeling flustered by her actions.

"No, I think I see a correlation." She deadpanned, kicking herself off the ground and swinging back and forth, pushing her legs in and out accordingly.

"That's a big word for you." Raising you eyebrows, you sassed, causing her to abruptly stop herself right in front of you with a deadpan expression. "Bitch."

She began to swing again, explaining her reasoning quickly, with minimal explanation, which was exactly what you'd been expecting. "NO! I found it in Areum's supernatural psych textbook about certain tendencies of creatures and... I already forgot about it."

"Why would Areum have a supernatural psych textbook?"

"Useless. I know, but don't be rude about it, it was a gag gift from me but apparently this author is kinda legit, but a total nutter." She had once again, explained as she swung. Whistling as if waiting for your response.

"And what does Jisung's staring have to do with this?"

"Just answer me, dammit!" She exclaimed, coming to another abrupt stop in front of you, with an expression as if she was rabid for more answers, or had just seen her favourite boy band's new music video and now has all these new theories.

"Wuh– well... he kept on glancing at me with these heavy eyes, like looking at me was a reflex or magnetic. I swear at one point his eyes were like... glowing gold."

"Well, shit... maybe that author isn't a total nutter." Ryujin gaped at you, as if you just said the most profound philosophy. Then she let out a chortle, and continued swinging, whistling and speaking as if her attention couldn't stay on one thing. "That... or you were high and your matcha latte spiked itself."

"Okay... I was not 'trippin' balls', Ryujin. I saw what I saw."

"Okay... maybe you are a nutter."

"I'm not a nutter!" You laughed at her as she was laughing at your use of the term 'trippin' balls', muttering it to herself while imitating you making her laugh harder.

"There's no way that supernatural psych textbook is real, but it does say stuff about werwolves. Isn't your grandma into that stuff- or was?" Ryujin asked, a though suddenly occurring in her mind, which felt like that hadn't truly happened in two weeks for her, but you didn't mention it, as to not be bitchy to her. In many ways, Ryujin was like your 'golden retriever friend' when she was with you, it was like a sugar high, bouncing off the walls. However, you couldn't deny how naturally smart she was, keeping up in honours classes with minimal effort was no easy feat.

"Yeah... she spoke about how werewolves are when they have mates. But none of that stuff is real, right? I mean it was when I was like nine, but it's probably just her dimensia making her think it's real."

Ryujin slowed down her swinging, now joining you in a soft light swing, taking a long sip of her boba, before thoughtfully murmuring out. "Taeyong is kinda like that with Areum. It makes me feel super single when he's around, staring at her like that and treating her like she's royalty– not even... like a goddess. Like he's nothing and she's everything."

"That was deep... but maybe you're the nutter."

"Am not! Now for the juicy stuff... how does Jisung make you feel?"

"Don't be weird about it... he really listens to me, and he was genuine and nice... it took awhile to get hime out of his shell, though." As you spoke about him, Ryujin smiled as she saw your distant but happy expression, which let her know at that moment, that you had fallen and fallen hard.

"He's a hormonal teenage boy, come on now... what do you expect?" She let out a small laugh, seeing how you had zoned out thinking about it. Ryujin couldn't think of anything else but to take an uncharacteristically long sip on her boba.

"Right... he made me feel seen, you know? Like how I'm not just your friend when you drag me on double dates." You had been consumed by seriousness now, your voice no longer holding a playful undertone as you spoke, but a serious voice that was... sad, lonely. Ryujin had known deep down you had been lonely since your father's lost appeal of custody two years ago, and deep down she knew there was nothing she could do. Maybe, Jisung is good for her, she thought to herself... this is what she needs.

"Now you're making me feel guilty, I just wanted to get you a beau, I didn't mean to make you feel nerdy." Ryujin said thoughtfully, pulling your swing over by the chain and hugging you in between the cool chains, as she sighed.

You mumbled into her shoulder softly, as the cool dusk wind blew around the pair of you, making the chains feel cooler and the hug feel warmer, but ultimately leaving you both shivering. "You didn't... it was just that... those guys were there for you, not me, but when I'm with him... it's like he looks at me and he doesn't see your friend, he sees me and he hears me... and he likes me?"

"Yeah... I was right."

"Huh?"

"You really are all about Jisung."

"Taegwang... baby, you were right." Chaerin had tears streaming down her face, worriedly climbing up through the window of his bedroom, her expression grave, as if something irreversible happened.

"What?"

"Here, Listen." She pushed her phone into his hand, open on a thirty second voice recording.

Hesistantly, Taegwang pressed 'play', hearing your voice through the phone speaker. "Wuh– well... he kept on glancing at me with these heavy eyes, like looking at me was a reflex or magnetic. I swear at one point his eyes were like... glowing gold."

"So... they are mates."

"What now?"

"We wait."

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[all-about-seggs]

Taming of the Lion-

Pairing: Timeskip! (Model) Lev Haiba x femme! Reader

Warnings- CBT, dom Reader, a bit of power play, handjob.

A/n- This is my delayed contribution to the Hard at work Collab that I was really looking forward to until college say no😞. I'm sorry for the disappointing work.

"Miss y/n is ready to see you now", the sharp looking secretary politely gestured towards the classy mahogany door that opened to show the office of the current CEO of a high end fashion brand that was ruling all the gigantic billboards of Russia these days.

Today was the first interview, the first meeting infact that you allowed to get an over-all idea how this investment would go should you decide to work with him. The post as its brand ambassador was not yet given to Lev but his puffed chest and confident smirk would suggest otherwise.

He entered with the same unreasonable confidence that he carried since highschool, bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle when catching light and a haughty smirk.

Lev didn't missed a beat when he saw your table stacked with the magazines he was doing the front cover for.

" Amazing aren't they?!", His bubbly excitement surface in a second and it took a few moments for you to register his child like response.

Even though you didn't judged him based on how he looked on the photos you still didn't expected him to be a himbo with no sense of self restraint. But he appeared to be oblivious to your shock and went on.

" This one was just a gig my sister got me when I was just starting out but I bet you can't tell me apart from a professional huh, oh and this one is-," he giddly pointed to one picture after another telling you all of their history and after a few minutes your patience ran out.

Shoving those magazines aside you got to the point.

" How far are you willing to go for this job?", A little suggestive based on the interpretation but you tested him anyway, eyebrows raising as if to urge him to respond.

" I'm not sure I understand.....", Seeing him genuinely perplexed you put your elbows on the huge glass table and rested you chin in your palms before speaking.

" One thing is clear to me and it's that you, Mr. Lev, are still an ameture who lacks experience. So how much are you willing to give to this job?"

" Well it should go without saying that I'm always ready to learn new things and tricks! And just because I'm young doesn't mean I'll do a sloppy job", his pout and way of speaking was crude but it had a certain charm. The kind of pureness that doesn't come by all that often and a sudden need to whip him into a shape you saw fit was already making its way into your head.

" Then let's start you lessons right away, shall we?", Leaning back on your chair you pointed at his clothes before speaking.

"Strip.", You thought he'd atleast argue a little first but at soon as you lifted your eyes he was already halfway naked. Your lips quirked in a natural smile, watching his sculpted body in the bright top floor of the office buliding. Not a shy boy atleast, you thought.

Living in the glamorous world of fashion you encounter more than a few people wanting to please you to get in your good side but this was one of the few instances where you felt like indulging in for yourself. And you had the power to get what you wanted and the person in front of you was just waiting for you to devour him at any given moment.

"You have pretty knees, all unblemished and unrealistically perfect. I'll try not to ruin them too much", with that you casually stood up from your leather chair and walked towards the last shelf of your office's mini library.

Without looking back you continued, " You see, Lev, if you want to really understand the inspiration behind my brand then you have to experience first hand submission. Afterall, it's made for women of the highest class and positions. The kind of women", Turning around you see him awkwardly covering his thick member,

" that doesn't bend for anyone". Lev atleast got the gist of your innuendo by now, but his habit of diving headfirst into an unknown situation was proving to be rather scary as soon as he saw you pull out a few metal and plastic items that appeared to be sex toys from the middle of the shelf lined with magazines and books.

"Hmmmmm, not bad", words of appraisal fell from your lips as Lev's toned body was displayed out in front of you to admire from an even more closer space, shamelessly so. From his pretty pink nipples to his equally pretty cock you drank in all his details before whipping out your gear.

"Well now, it's bigger than I thought..... This Ball stretcher might not fit afterall," eyeing his cock you quickly look over to the toy in your hand before deciding to givi it a try after all. As Lev saw you approach him with a frighteningly slow pace he backed up a little.

"Do- Do I really have to do this? I doesn't look like it'll fit!", His hesitant voice now contrasted with the self assured tone that he carried before and the helpless look in his emerald green eyes only made you want to play with him further, afterall, it wasn't everyday a mere model piqued your interest like he did and you didn't mind having a pet for entertainment purposes.

"Ofcourse. If you can't even handle this much then how do you intend to please the millions of women out there who like and endorse my brand?", Finally cornering him in a place you nonchalantly grab his balls to fit the toy in hand and soon his soft balls were under the metallic ring that stretched them nicely. He kept jolting at the slightest brush of your hands against his bare skin and you lightly slap his hardened shaft.

His moans were like little squeeks and it was starting to arouse you, the submissive nature of which encouraged your sadistic streak. Caressing his balls a little more you lead him towards the low coffee table.

"On your knees", on the plush carpet underneath, you asked Lev to show his cute ass.

Down on the floor, Lev bend forward until his face and chest touched the ground. His ass up in the air, like a piece of art his every muscle glistened in the morning light, illuminating his porcelain skin. You kneel down behind him to give his ass cheek a firm slap, making him jolt a little from the stinging pleasure, the metal rings wrapped around his balls adding to the impact.

It was adorable, how someone of his gigantic size and stature was now below you mewling like a kitten. You gently touch the sensitive tip of his cock, already hard and ready to be used as you wished. Grazing a thumb over his leaking precum you lubed your fingers enough to strok him without causing friction burns.

"How would you like it if I took a photo of you right now. Face down and ass up like a slut who just wants to cum?" Your authorative voice bommed in his ears and he was blushing all the way to his neck by now.

You disregarded the few incoherent sounds he made and grabbed his shaft and started stroking him roughly. In circular motion, your hands that barely wrapped around his thick cock moved up and down in a vigorous speed. You could feel him tremble beneath your hands, his member throbbing in your hand and the constant pleas to let him cum was a brilliant sight to behold.

His balls felt heavy due to the toy and Lev's orgasm equally intense left his entire body shaking violently. If the office walls weren't as expensively thick as they were his high pitched screams would've probably knocked out a few unsuspecting workers off of their seats.

The place below his softening cock was wet with his cum, the thick white fluid soaking through the fabric of the carpet and you could already imagine ordering him to lick it clean while you watched. The things you wanted to do to him. The things you wanted him to do to you but the train of you fantasies was soon cut short when you suddenly hear a knock on your door.

Your assistant called to remind you of your next appointment and a frown quickly made its way onto your face and you begrudgingly lift head, only to see his eyes still dazed from your previous session. He seemed like he was still alert enough to process the situation so you tried to push his limits a bit more.

Tugging him by his hair, you tilt his head back to look at his spent face, "Now let's get you dolled up for round two shall we?", His beautiful swollen lips formed a soft smile before speaking

" So I got the job right?".

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[amazon-me-bitches]

If anyone is interested at all... I wrote a story about the “sweet angelic” character. from the TS shorts video

Title: I did not think of a name for this and I have to get ready for work so call it whatever you want. Pairings: LAMP No Warnings needed I don’t believe. This one is pretty chill.

Roman was sound asleep, when the door to the imagination popped open and out stepped a bright eyed, freckled, little wisp of a thing. The boy looked around Romans luxurious bedroom taking in the art and majesty of it all before remembering why he was there. 

He walked over to the bed and leaned over the sleeping prince. He gave him a light nudge and smiled giddly as the prince murmured a bit but never fully woke up. He wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue a bit ah! he had it! He climbed onto the bed with him and straddled the princes hips and leaned over him.

“Excuse me! im looking for King Creativity!” he all but shouted in the sleeping mans face. That got Romans attention real quick and he shot up so fast he slammed his head on the bookshelf above him. Damn Logan for insisting he install one that close to his bed. He groaned and flopped back down not opening his eyes. “Patton?” he guessed then peaked an eye open. The boy on him giggled and shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He sat up a bit more eyes widening and taking in the boy in front of him, “ w-who are you!?” He demanded, Roman pulling the covers up his body as best he could. The boy shrugged. “wait I know you, aren't you a character from a shorts episode?” Roman asked groggily relaxing a bit. This was too much to deal with before breakfast. “yeah! I’m a little…lost…Someone told me I needed to talk to the king?” Roman sighed “I’m not the king, you must have talked to someone very old in there but…. I’m Prince Roman and the ruler of the light side of the imagination so…I mean you are in the right place.” he assured them rubbing his eyes.

“oh goody!” he bounced a little but paused when a hand came down on his shoulder and he turned to see a very pissed off purple clad man holding a bowl of cereal behind him. “Hi! Who the hell are you?!” he snapped angerly. “Hi! oh! forgive me I was just helping the Prince wake up.” the boy said cheerfully. “whow! Virge nope, nope see my hands? no touchy touchy!” Roman said holding his hands out to show nothing was happening. “Well let me make a few things clear to you about who is and is not allowed to be straddling that prince in that bed.” Virgil growled bending the spoon in his hand so much it broke and fell to the floor. “Easy Vee, but yeah get off me.” Roman gently picked up the boy and set him over to the side of the bed and sat up. “he is just a creation Virge, remember the shorts video a few days ago, that’s why he is here. You’re lost?” The boy nodded his head “my…frenemie was with me but we got separated…and… I’ve been wandering around but I can’t find him and I can’t find….anything… I don’t know where I’m supposed to go…” he said sadly looking down as his lip started to tremble a bit. “oh hey, It’s okay listen, The shorts have a village where they all live It’s on the north side of the main village and up Disney drive, go past the waterfall and there is a fork in the road the right leads to Lego land and the left goes to the village where all the characters who have been in Thomas’ short videos live.” he calmly explained.

Patton and Logan came in a minute later with coffee and stopped short at the door. “ whats going on?” Logan asked observing the situation and taking in their new guest. “ooo whos this now?” Patton asked approaching the boy.  The boy gave him a smile and a wave. “Hi! im new!” “Hi new im dad!” Patton laughed. “whats your real name kiddo?” the boys smile faltered and he looked nervous again. Virgil could feel it in the air slightly and sighed. Gently he waved his hand and letting a calming aroma of lavender to fill the room. The boy took a deep breath and smiled softly again. “I don’t have a name…” he confessed. “Can you give me a name?” he asked Roman hopefully. “well um…I think…perhaps we should just bring you to see Thomas and let him name you.” he suggested patting the boys head. The boys eyes widened . “no! im not going to bother Thomas! he only created me for a short silly video he doesn’t want to see me again!” he blushed. “well actually if you want to get technical Roman created you but Thomas and Roman both worked together to help make you a reality or…a figment of his imagination…It is WAY too early for this…” Logan grumbled. “Still this…doesn’t have to involve him we can just….not do that…I mean what if he decides to just get rid of me all together because I’m making trouble.” he said nervously. “h-have you ever…met Thomas? He is not like that, I was the biggest thorn in his side for the longest time and he still gave me a chance and now we are best friends. He is very forgiving and very sweet, trust me as someone who thought those same thoughts for a lot of years  I can tell you with 100% confidence he will not banish you or hurt you or yell at you or anything you are thinking of.” Virgil explained softly as he gently touched the friendship bracelet on his arm Thomas had made for him. He sat on the bed next to him so he wasn't looming over the newcomer. The boy launched himself into Virgil's arms immediately to hug him. “oh! okay we are doing this now, wow, okay, your okay.” he said wide eyed mouthing ‘what the heck’ to the others behind the boy. “there there come on now lets go see Thomas.” he said patting the guys shoulder. “your SURE he isn’t busy?” he asked one more time. “busy doing what? Watching Parks n Rec in his underwear eating pizza? no your fine come on” Virgil took the guys arm gently leading him to the real world.  

“Thomas we have a bit of a dilemma” Logan said as he rose up. The others rose up as well and Thomas we indeed right where Logan said he would be. “see does that look intimidating to you?” Logan asked gesturing to Thomas. “hey guys! want to watch Casper with me? it just started.”  he grinned and sat up pausing the show. “ohhh nostalgia!” Patton about squealed. “whos he?” Thomas asked pointing over to the boy. The boy shook his head and stepped behind Logan a bit. “aw hey no come on its alright, I just wanted to know your name.” Thomas coaxed gently. “I-I don’t have one….Sir…” Virgil snickered at that and Patton lightly smacked him in the back of the head. giving him a scolding look. “whow easy, Thomas is just fine.” he laughed. “so you don’t have a name right I don’t think I ever gave you one. you’re from that short video about characters that I made the other day, where's your friend or lover or whatever?” he asked looking around. “I don’t know they are lost somewhere in the imagination too I think.” “fear not, for we are going to find them later when I escort him to the village for the short video characters.” Roman explained. “See there ya go, Roman will take care of you, he is a smart and savvy prince and my hero.” Thomas said smiling softly. “Roman you’re blushing.” the bespeckled man whispered. “shut up” he murmured back not breaking eye contact with Thomas. “So does that offer still stand to watch the movie?” Patton asked hopping a bit excitedly. “ sure absolutely come on over and find a spot.” They all clamored over and got comfy as Thomas hit play on the TV. The boy had never watched anything before and was completely enamored. bouncing giddly at some parts and looking slightly frightened at others.

When it was over Virgil and Patton were asleep snuggled up on the couch and Logan was leaning on Roman barely awake. “are you awake love?” Roman murmured. “mmhmm” Logan replied but never opened his eyes.  Roman smiled and kissed his cheek softly before gently picking him up and laying him on the couch and covering everyone up. “how you feeling dude?” Roman asked the guy. “that was so much fun!” he replied giddy as ever. “thank you so much for inviting me!” he smiled to both Roman and Thomas. “you are very welcome uh…huh we still never gave you a name…” Thomas pondered. The man picked up the movie case and looked at it… can…can it be Casper?“ He asked smiling softly. ”you-  yeah! absolutely! I think that is a wonderful name!“ Thomas smiled. Casper beamed and gave Thomas a hug too. woo this kid was going to give Patton a run for his money as the number one huggy person in the whole Thomasphere. ”Okay Casper lets get you back to the village I bet your…friend? lover?…something is waiting for you and getting worried.“ Roman smiled taking him back into his room and back into the imagination.

”THERE YOU ARE. don’t you ever run off again, I was scared out of my mind!“ the ‘badass hellspawn of a character’ called running over and hugging Casper. ”I’m okay but boy do I have a lot to tell you about. come on. thanks Roman! thank you for everything!“ He took his friend/lovers and gave Roman a wave before walking into the newly formed house in the village.

Roman smiled and made his way back into his room to see everyone had migrated to his bed. good thing it was a king sized.  He sighed and snapped into some PJs and wiggled his way into the middle of his boyfriends. He wrapped an arm around Patton and leaned back on Virgil trying not to put his feet directly on Logan. He sighed as he unsuccessfully fought for some cover. They were so lucky they were all cute. Patton murmured something about cookies and Roman smiled and closed his eyes drifting off to sleep.  The End.

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[giddlygoat]

i literally had to stop in the middle of S3:E19 to make this. special thanks to @leo-undrgrnd for coming up with louie’s joke LAWL

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[waffletallest]

Character Workshop: Page 25

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[aflower-exe]

[ 6:20 pm ] “Um... I’m like eighty percent sure this is not how math is supposed to work” Ara groaned. She was lying on the floor near your bed with her face buried in her Calc textbook. “Ara, math stopped making sense when letters weaseled their way into equations.” You respond drearily, your head hanging in your hands. “I wanna do something fun” Ara whines tossing her book aside. “I don’t think school is supposed to be fun” “No one likes a buzzkill” She mumbles. You scoff and place a hand over your mouth dramatically. You were preparing a snarky response when someone knocked on the door. “I got it” you sigh, climbing off your bed.

You open the door to see Taehyung, a classmate and best friend of yours, leaning against the wall. His hair was a disheveled brow mess and his eyes were glistening with mischief. “No,” You state, almost instinctively “What? I didn’t even say anything” Taehyung whines “You don’t have to. That smirk of yours always means trouble” “That is so not true” “Remember when you dared me to go down that hill on a grocery cart?” You recall, raising an eyebrow. “Okay that wasn’t—” “Or the time you and I drank half a bottle of tequila before our final?” “Well, that time you participated willingly,” He replies, pouting slightly. “Then what about—” “Okay! I get it. I’m a terrible influence. But, this time it’s not so extreme.” You cross your arms across your chest, clearly not amused. “There’s a party at my dorm today” You roll your eyes and leave Tae at the door. You sigh deeply and make your way to your kitchen “You know I don’t do parties,” You say, taking a bite out of an apple “Party? Did I say party? I meant a small get together” Tae starts, his eyes searching yours for any sign of disbelief “Yes!” Ara yelled, running into the kitchen “Yes, we’re going,” She responds to Tae before turning to you and tightly grabbing hold of your shoulders “you’re going” “Wait, I—” “Cool. come by around 7pm” “Why don’t I get a say in this” You question. Ara sighs and shoves your apple in your mouth “We’ll be there” She confirms. “Great! See you later ____” He waves bye to you and Ara then walks out of your dorm room, shutting the door loudly behind him. “You’re supposed to be on my side” You moan. “No one likes a stick in the mud,” Ara quips “Now get ready. We’ve got a party to attend” and with a light smack on the ass she sends you off to get ready.

[ 7:03 pm ] You tug on the dress that stopped about an inch too high on your leg. “Hey, stop that you look hot” Ara insisted, swatting at your hands. You just couldn't help but feel self-conscious seeing all the people that had crowded into the dorm “I agree” Chimes a familiar deep voice. You turn to see Taehyung holding a red cup and a beer. He hands you the cup, a smile tugging at his lips “I can’t believe i let you two drag me into this. This is certainly not a small get together” You mumbled, snatching the cup from his hand and immediately taking a swig. It tasted like normal fruit punch but by the burn of your throat you knew it was definitely spiked with something. “Where’s my cup?” Ara complains “Go get your own” Tae snaps

“HEY EVERYONE NAMJOON IS STARTING A ROUND OF TRUTH OR DARE" Shouts a voice amidst the crowd “C'mon let’s go” Tae says, grabbing your hand “Tae no” you say, pulling your arm away “ ____,” Tae whines, pulling another one of his pouts. No matter how much you tried something in your just wouldn't let you resist his doughy eyes and pouty lips, “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to but can we at least watch??” You sigh, finally giving in. You look at Tae's still pouting face and the large crowd hearding around Namjoon then down the rest of your spiked punch. "Fine. But i'm gonna need another one of these before we start" Taehyung's lips curl up into a boxy smile as he giddly pulls you into the crowd.

"Truth or dare?" Asks Namjoon "Truth" replies a blonde haired boy. He was sitting directly across from Namjoon with a girl clinging to his left arm. "Is it true that you hooked up with Naeun... while you were dating Jisoo?" The color drains from the boys face "I uh... No comment" The girl on his arm gasps and storms away from the scene with tears in her eyes"Baby wait no it wasn't like that" Says the boys, quickly chasing after the girl. You chuckle slightly, eyes following the troubled couple. "See I told you this would be fun" Tae whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Without responding, you turn back towards the game where Namjoon was now questioning Jungkook, one of Taehyung's roommates "Truth or dare" "Dare" Kook replies, completely straight-faced "I dare you to steal a shopping cart and ride it down the hill by the art building" you gasped, knowing this dare all too well. Hell, you still had battle scars from your attempt at the dare "Do you want me to die?" Jungkook squeaks. Everyone laughs at the frightened expression on the younger boys face. "This is the first time i've seen him scared" Taehyung mumbles to you, his brow cocked in surprise. "Hey, you asked for a dare" Namjoon protests. The crowd starts to chant, their words starting soft and growing increasingly louder with every syllable "Do it, do it, do it, do it" "Aw what the hell." Kook says. He rises slowly and is carried out the door by a cheering mob.

"Truth or dare?" Asks Jimin, Taehyung's other roommate, his eyes locked with Ara's "Dare" She asserts, a brave smirk on her face. "I dare you to take body shots off of Bora" Ara rolled her eyes "Easy. Grab the vodka boys! And don't forget to take pictures, it'll last longer" Ara cries, raising her fists and marching to the kitchen as if leading a revolution. Most of what was left of the party guests followed her, eager to see the girl perform the sensual task.

"And then, there were 5," Namjoon said, laughing incredulously. “____. Truth or dare,” Taehyung asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Truth?” You reply. The alcohol in your veins made you daring but you weren’t drunk enough to put up with whatever wild dared Tae might’ve had in mind. “Do you want to kiss me?” Taehyung enunciated every word while staring at you with a straight face “... dare. I choose dare.” Taehyung glances at your lips and smirks. “I dare you to kiss me” Your breath hitches in your throat, was he being serious? “never have I ever” You say skeptically “That’s not the game!!” He cries “C’mon ____ a dare is a dare” Called Namjoon. Oh what the hell, you thought. You took a deep breath and leaned in, your lips colliding with Tae’s. You snake your arms around his neck as the kiss deepens. You could still taste the beer on his breath as you pulled away, slightly out of breath "Holy shit" You sighed. Taehyung smiles and pulls you onto of him, his lips colliding with yours again.

[a/n: hey there. This was made from a prompt for a friend so shiut out to her ig. If you guys ever have a promot that you wanted a blurb or fic for you can submit it as a post or msg it to me and I’ll try my best to fulfill ur request

also i typed this all on my phone so now my thumbs hurt and there’s probably infinite typos. Anyways enjoy (even though it’s kinda gross)]

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[bleusarcellewrites]

Take It In, Feel It All and Hold It

So, as a few of you know, it was my birthday yesterday! So I wanted to write some lafluff for me from me!! :D 

And of course, I wanted to share bc who am I to not share Lafluff. 

It’s like 3k so read under the cut :) 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

There’s humming.

The young mother hums gently late at night, soft singing leaving her mouth and whispering comfort words in between to the small bundle in her arms.

Her son hiccups, his initial crying fading away and leaving behind only quiet sniffles and the occasional whimper. The brunette smiles to herself, patting herself in the back for avoiding a late night crisis with her youngest child.

“There we go, sunshine,” she whispers under her breath, dropping a quick kiss on her son’s head as the baby nuzzles his face closer to the crook of her neck, “Thunder scared you, huh?”

The baby just whimpers, hiding himself further down in his mama’s protection. Mrs. McClain could still hear the rain raging outside the living room's window and she hopes it doesn't wake up the rest of the household.

It takes her about ten minutes to realize that her son is not going back to sleep anytime soon, and while she knows the decision she’s about to make will probably come back to bite her in the butt next morning, she shrugs and bounces the baby in her arms to catch his attention.

“Alright, buddy, seems like a long night for us,” she declares tiredly but her blue eyes are bright and playful, her smile only growing when her son’s eyes, so familiar to her own, look up at her with innocent curiosity, “How about we dance?”

Her son blinks, a small hiccup making him jump in surprise and getting his mama to giggle warmly as she wipes away the tear tracks on his chubby tanned cheeks.

“Taking that as a yes.” She shrugs, readjusting her baby in her arms one more time before she starts moving around the room, her dancing falling into gentle steps as she starts over her humming.

It doesn’t take much before her son is giggling and squealing in delight, a big toothy smile on his face as he looks down and sees her feet moving around gracefully.

Mrs. McClain smiles fondly when her son beams at her and pushes her cheeks together, babbling something that is still incoherent in her ears but she still nods approvingly for his sake.

“Yeah, that’s right, Lance! This is called dancing,” she praises gently, kissing her son’s cheek lovingly, “Do you enjoy dancing?”

A giggle followed by a soft excited pat in her nose answers her.

“Taking that as a yes.”

Blue eyes stare in awe as the form of his mama and older brother move around the living room.

The furniture had been pushed away earlier, giving the pair more space to practice, and that’s where Lance sits right now, on the top of the couch on the corner, eyes shining with excitement as he follows their moves.

His mama is currently laughing, her head shaking in disbelief at the tactics of her oldest son as the fifteen years old tries to dip her back dramatically. Mrs. McClain just slaps him playfully in the arm before tugging him back to the proper posture.

Strong arms suddenly grab him by the armpits, lifting him up in the air. “Dirty feet off the couch, champ.”

Lance tips his head back to see his papa’s amused face and Mr. McClain arches an eyebrow at him. “Grandma will go nuts if she sees even a dirty spot on her ancient couch, you know.”

The five years old smiles sheepishly, hands covering his mouth as soon as his papa drops him back to the ground carefully. “Sorry, papa.”

“It’s okay, bud, at least you had socks on.” He reassurances, ruffling his light brown hair roughly and offering a smile before he nods to the pair in the middle of the living room, “So, what’s happening here?”

“Mama and Tony are dancing!” Lance announces excitedly, raising his arm to point at the pair as he tugs at his papa’s jeans, “Mama is so pretty, papa! Look how she moves; she’s like a princess, or a fairy or -”

“A queen?”

Lance beams. “Yeah! Yeah, like a queen!” He exclaims happily before turning back to the scene in front of them, smile wide and giddly.

Mr. McClain hums to himself, grinning knowingly as he sees the way his son stares at the still dancing pair.

“Do you wanna try it out, Lance?”

Lance blinks at him, eyes narrowed in confusion and making the adult to chuckle.

“Dancing, son. Do you wanna dance with me?”

“I dunno how, papa.” Lance bites his lower lip unsure, looking up at his dad nervously but the adult just smiles softly at his son and holds out both of his hands towards the child.

“It’s okay, son,” he comforts gently, “Just take my hands, I got you.”

And just like that, Lance’s face breaks into a bright smile.

Small feet cover his own two feet, his dark socks making a fun contrast with his son’s neon blue ones and Mr. McClain starts swinging them gently, his big hands wrapped tightly around his son’s to keep him up.

The comparison between his hands and his son’s small ones is comforting and yet scary. It reminds him how small his son is, how precious he is and how much he wants to protect him from everything that could harm him.

But he can’t. There’s a world out there behind their door and Mr. McClain knows his son will have to face it sooner or later. He just hopes he’s able to teach him everything he may need to know, everything that will make his journey easier.

A loud laugh shakes him out of his thoughts and he looks down, catching his son’s bright blue eyes looking up at him with a blinding smile. Mr. McClain allows himself to drop his shoulders, tension leaving him as he smiles back.

There will be time to teach Lance all he may need to know.

“Okay, now, you are going to lead, ready -? Woah, hold up - Ow- Careful with your heel, son -”

For now, he teaches his son how to dance.

Lance wipes away the lone tear from his eye as his breathing calms down and the last of his laughter fades away.

He bantly ignores the glare his leader sends him over Allura’s shoulder. He raises his hands in surrender and chuckles under his breath when Shiro’s misses a step and accidentally steps on the Princess’s foot.

Oh, man, Lance hasn’t laughed so hard in so long.

He looks around him, a soft smile on his face when he sees the rest of the team moving around the room. Hunk decided to take a break, taking a quick nap on the couch after dancing around for hours with Lance to teach the entire team the correct way to dance in pairs.

Keith, on the other hand, ended up dancing with Coran, and Lance wishes he had brought his camera with him because the the teen’s miserable expression as Coran twirls him roughly around the floor is pure gold.

He settles himself to take a picture with his mind, eyes turning fond when Keith frown turns upside down as soon as Coran dips him, earning a surprised laugh from the teen.

Lance turns around, Hunk’s name at the tip of his tongue when his eyes fall on Pidge, sitting on top of the couch, her legs swinging at the rhythm of the music echoing around and her amber eyes firmly placed on Shiro and Allura, a soft smile gracing her face.

It feels like a deja vu, maybe a faint memory, but the the seventeen years old pushes the thought aside and jogs over to stand besides his friend.

“Hey there, milady.” He greets playfully, dropping his arm and leaning on her shoulder nonchalantly, “What’s a young beautiful flower sitting all here alone in the middle of a dance?”

His grin widens when Pidge rolls her eyes and shove him back with a snicker. “Get off, you dork, and for your information, I’m analyzing, you know, for the Gala tonight.”

Lance snorts. “You don’t analyse dancing, Pidge. You just do, you know?”

Pidge puffs her cheeks. “I just wanted to watch.”

“But why are you watching when you could be dancing?” Lance inquires curiously, nudging her in the shoulder when she doesn’t reply.

“I don’t...I don’t know how?” She mumbles, shrugging weakly as if it didn’t bothered her but he sees the way her shoulders drop and her eyes fall.

Lance will have none of that.

“Well, good thing Sir Lancelot, your knight in shining armor, thank you very much, has come to your rescue.” He declares happily, standing straighter and doing a exaggerated bow in front of her, “Milady? Would you grant me the honor to teach you the art of dancing, surrounded by all of your friends and people who love you and who will never make fun of you, ever?”

Lance pats himself on the back, because even though Pidge rolls her eyes in exasperation, her shoulders drop with ease, taking comfort on the reassurance she didn't know she needed and her mouth twitches upward in a small smile, a faint blush covering her round cheeks smoothly.

He arches an eyebrow and holds out his hand, smiling when Pidge takes it without hesitation.

“Okay, so, all you gotta do just step on my feet -”

“Step on your feet? I thought the point was to like, not make you lose a foot?” Pidge tilts her head to the side in confusion and Lance chuckles softly at her.

“I meant that you can stand on my feet for the first few rounds so you can get the rhythm and then we can waltz.” He tugs her gently, encouraging her to try out his suggestion and then smiles once the fourteen years old settle herself down. “See? Easy. Now, watch my step.”

She does, and Lance could almost coo as he watches her stare at their feet in concentration, just as if  she was translating an complicated Galra code.

It takes three songs but soon enough, Pidge is smiling brightly at him, soft giggles escaping her mouth as she step out of Lance’s feet and continues the dance with more confidence than before.

Lance laughs and drops a quick kiss on the top her head. “There we go, milady.”

“Now, please, enjoy the rest of the evening.”

Lance lets out his own cheer as the room erupts with music and laughter at Allura’s words. The entire ballroom is filled with the planet’s habitants, a mix of royalty and middle class together, and it doesn’t take long before the dance floor gets crowded.

Lance’s excitement doesn't flatter though. He walks towards where Keith stand besides Shiro with one of the royals hosting the Gala and with a mischievous wink towards their leader, he grabs his boyfriend’s hand and leads him toward the dance floor.

He hears Shiro’s exasperated sigh that turns into a soft chuckle and Lance smiles to himself, looking behind his shoulder to catch Keith’s wide eyes.

“What’s the hurry?” Keith asks bemused as soon as he stands besides his boyfriend, Lance finally allowing him to catch his steps and not be dragged around the entire room, “Did they open the dessert table already?”

Lance snorts and shakes his head. “Babe, I know you got a sweet tooth but why would you need a dessert table when you got all this for yourself?” he stops and gestures himself, covered in formal Altean’s clothes, his chest puffed out proudly.

Keith arches an eyebrow unamused before he shrugs. “Well, for starters, the dessert table doesn't talk.”

Lance slaps him on the shoulder. “Rude. Now, come on.”

Their hands find each other naturally and Keith’s eyes light up when he sees where Lance’s taking them.

“Can’t stay away from the dance floor, huh?” He teases but there’s fondness in his voice. Lance smiles at him.

“It’s been forever since we danced, babe!”

Keith chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “Uh, no, we danced two night ago in your room, remember?” He says cheekily but still steps forward, his right hand still holding tight against Lance’s before dropping his free one on his shoulder.

Lance hums. How could he forget, when he could feel Keith’s heartbeat through their hold, his warm breathing tickling his neck, the pressure of Keith’s body close to his own, grounding him in the moment.

“How can I forget when it was your smile that allowed me to catch a small glimpse of what heaven feels like?”

Keith’s hand leaves his shoulder and finds its way to Lance’s cheek, caressing it gently. Lance leans towards the touch and looks straight into Keith’s soft gaze, stomach twisting pleasantly at the sight.

Then, Keith’s eyes narrows playfully and Lance knows what’s coming.

“Well, I mean, you did forget our bonding moment.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

Lance twirls his husband one more time before he settles down and brings him back to him, bodies close together as Lance presses his forehead against Keith’s.

“I told you we didn't need to practice for our first dance.” Keith mumbles fondly before he squeezes Lance’s hand one last time and he steps back with a soft smile allowing the person behind him to step in between them.

“Hello, sunshine.”

Lance’s smile brightens at the beautiful radiant woman in front of him. He takes her hand into his own and hold her close as their feet start following the music’s rhythm.

“Hi, mama.”

They dance all over the floor, feeling every pair of eyes around them and yet ignoring everything surrounding them. They take comfort on what they lost and got back. Lance can feel the way his throat tightens with emotion as he stares at his mama, the woman humming happily along with the song playing on the background.

“You know, I have traveled all over the Universe. I have met hundreds of royals: kings, queens, princesses, monarchs, chiefs, every single type out there.” Lance hums, dipping his mama suddenly and smirking playfully at her surprised yelp.

“Alesandro McClain!” Mrs. McClain mumbles exasperated but her voice is tender and soft. It makes him feel so at ease.

He offers her an apologetic smile before he continues, “but I swear, mama, none of them compare to your grace and beauty.”

His mama’s gaze softens even more and she raises her hand to cup his cheek lovingly.

“Allura might be my Princess who I pledge my loyalty to,” Lance whispers, a small controlled fire burning bright with passion and honesty inside his eyes, “but you will always be my queen.”

She doesn’t even try to hide her soft sniffles, tears on the edge of her blue eyes as her son, her baby boy, smiles at her like a thousand suns.

“And you will always be sunshine.”

Their feet don’t stop moving, but they pull each other in an embrace, tight and secure, taking her back when he used to fit in her arms, head over her heartbeat and it’s throws her off when she realizes she’s the one who can hear her son’s steady heartbeat in her ear now.

“I thought I had lost my chance.” Mrs. McCLain confesses wetly, an old pain lingering on her voice, “I thought I would never be able to have this one dance with you.”

Lance’s hold tightens around her back and he turns carefully, dropping a quick kiss on his mama’s temple.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly under his breath, pulling back slightly and reaching for her eyes, “but hey, you got it. I’m back: right here, right now, and not only did you get your chance to dance with me.”

Someone taps him on the shoulder from behind and he smiles knowingly, winking at his mama.

“You got another son to dance with.” He finishes softly, kissing his mama’s hand before stepping back and giving a clear path for his newlywed husband to fill his place.

Mrs. McClain smiles warmly at him, pride and love shining in her eyes before her gaze falls on Keith and hold out her hand.

Lance nods to himself before he turns around, stepping out of the floor but not before hearing his husband’s soft voice.

“You look beautiful, mom.”

Lance’s heart flutters at the words. Not two ticks later and he hears the warm laugh of his mama behind him.

He doesn't need to look back to know her mama’s reaction. Her shaky ‘thank you, son’ is proof enough of her approval and love.

It’s the laughter that draws her in.

Mrs. McClain wipes the paint from her hands as she stands up. She passes by the kitchen where her husband and son-in-law prepare dinner and arches an eyebrow at them.

“I thought it was nap time for Rey?” She questions confused and it’s Keith who raises his eyes to meet hers.

“It is,” he confirms confidently with a grin, taking out a few tomatoes and the lettuce from the fridge and placing them on the sink, “That’s just Lance’s way to do it.”

Mrs. McClain hums with curiosity and turns back, heading towards where she heard the noise coming from.

The mother pops her head into the living room and her eyes quickly fall on the tall figure in the middle. She watches as Lance dances around with his three years old son firmly secured in his arms, his smile wide and bright as Rey continues to squeal in delight at every twirl his papa makes.

“Look at you, sunshine!” Lance praises happily, bouncing the toddler playfully, “Already a professional, you sure are a McClain.”

Mrs. McClain shakes her head with a soft smile and leans against the wall with her shoulder, heart beating wildly and happily as she watches her son dancing around the living room with her grandson.

It takes her back, because it had been her, once upon a time, who stood in that same living room with a soft tanned baby with big blue eyes. It makes her heart ache in a good way and she feels lighter.

The pair doesn’t stop. Lance continues to dance all around the room and keeps dipping his son carefully as if they were in an extravagant choreography. Rey’s giggles intensifies and he keeps shouting out at Lance to do it again every time.

“Papa, ‘gain!”

Lance complies without hesitation, his humming switching to singing as his steps slow down and his moves become gentler. Rey doesn’t notice, because his focus is on his papa and him only, big amber eyes wide in awe as he stares at Lance.

Mrs. McClain recognizes the song, how could she not, when she was the one who created it. She follows the melody in her mind, allowing Lance to lure his son to sleep slowly.

Soon enough, Rey yawns tiredly and raises a small fist to his eyes, rubbing it stubbornly. Lance limits himself to shake his head in amusement, mumbling something about getting the stubbornness from Keith, before he starts rocking his son from side to side in smooth, almost unnoticed, moves.

It works, because it doesn’t take more than half a verse before Rey’s head ends up in Lance’s neck. The brunet keeps the singing going, voice getting lower and gentler as his son’s breathing turns steady, his free hand firmly placed on the small back of the toddler and rubbing soft circles against it.

The song ends and Lance takes five seconds to reassure himself that his son was really asleep before he turns around and meets his mama’s eyes.

“Old family trick.” He winks, smiling cheekily at her and Mrs. McClain smiles.

It sure was.

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WAFF- RP: A Chilly Welcome

Another Good RP session with @ichiwashername-o​ so I thought I’d post the transcript and let y’all follow along. Things have turned fairly dramatic

Angel: Cirri has practiced for weeks. Glad to be quietly in the background as Mettaton played both Prima Ballerina and leading man (and my wasn't that impressive) but eventually time rolled on and it was opening night. Cirri had managed to score tickets for both her Skelebros, her Dads and even her boyfriend Jasper (Who then proceeded to invite his family along, but they bought their own tickets)

a darkly dressed creature hung out on some of the higher stage lights away from the crowds but keeping a watchful eye on her target.

Meanwhile Jasper was shmoozing with the Skeleton brothers, his siblings were doing their own thing but oddly, Malachite was trading talk with Gaster, wearing the same formal uniform that he had the night of the King's Birthday bash where Jasper had met Cirri

"You guys ever been to a ballet before?" Jasper asked

Ichiko: "Never!" Papyrus said, squirming in his seat to get the best view of the stage.  "But I'm excited that my very first one is starring my sister!"

Gaster smiled wanly. <<Let's not exaggerate, Papyrus, she has a small background part.>>

"Well then she's MY star!" he cheered.  Sans happily nodded in agreement.  

"Coulda done without the fancy formal wear," Sans muttered, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt.  Though they weren't wearing tuxedos and dressed to the nines like Gaster and Grillby were, they were still wearing white pressed dress shirts, Sans with a bow tie and Papyrus with a crimson tie.  

"On the contrary, what a better time to dress up all nice and fancy!" Grillby said, adjusting his own bow tie.

<<Says the bartender who spends every day in formal wear,>> Gaster chuckled.

Angel: Jasper Shrugged, his own high-collar and sash making up for the goofy oversized sleeves to make up for his large spiked forearms. "Got to hand it to Emerald for getting all this stuff together." he admitted.

"I LIVE FOR MY ART!" Emerald squawked from a corner before having a cup of something hot and caffinated shoved in her face by Flint "You'll die for your art at his rate. how many all-nighters did you pull?"

"Three! Maybe... No Possibly fo-five?" Malachite stood beside Gaster. "Before we all go in.." he murmured just loud enough for Grillby and Gaster to hear "We need to talk. about what happened to you and Jasper a couple of weeks ago."

Ichiko: Gaster nodded, stepping aside along with Grillby.  <<What is it?  Do you have any further news?>> he asked.

Angel: Mal frowned "Something weird's going on in the Snowdin forest. Not near the more-travelled lanes near the RUINS but..." He looked over at his siblings watching as Sans suggested putting ketchup in Emerald's beverage much to the lady's sleep-deprived intrigue, both Jade and Papyrus strongly discouraging the train of thought.

"the Guard tried to investigate the area, to see who the Dogwhistle culprit could be. Instead Guards were subject to odd pranks to even downright attacks."

"No one's been hurt like Jasper was but-" Malachite shrugged. "It's bad enough with the Captain out on Indefinite Sick leave, but this spooky woods thing is making some Guards too nervous to defend Snowdin properly."

Ichiko: "Damn," Grillby hissed, sparks flying out of the jagged cracks of his mouth.  "Everything is such a goddamn mess.  What is the nature of these pranks?  More of those stupid punks?"

<<Or is it more . . . violent?>> Gaster asked, giving a worried look to Grillby.  The elemental flinched at the way Gaster was looking at him.  He looked so unsettled.  Grillby didn't like it.

"If need be . . . I am willing to help track down the culprit behind everything," Grillby said hesitantly but resolutely.  "I will dawn the mantle of Captain of the Guard again."

<<Grillby--!>> Gaster said, startled.

"I will do what must be done.  To protect my people."  Grillby was firm in his position, standing tall and determined.  But his eyes were filled with a certain sadness Gaster knew too well.

This was the last thing Grillby wanted after he retired so long ago.  But Gaster knew the elemental could be just as stubborn as he.

Angel: "I couldn't ask you to do that Grillby, even if I was in power to do so." Malachite said. "I'm just a beat cop at best. Actually it'll be up to the four lieutenants that are currently doing a... well Attempting to run the Guard." Malachite grimaced. "And to be honest I think all four are more keen to be Captain then to allow a War Vet to take up the reigns."

Ichiko: "In any case, should you need another monster in your ranks . . ."  Grillby trailed off.  His flames were noticeably low.  "Come now, the show will begin shortly."  He briskly walked into the theater, Gaster following him closely.

<<Grillby, you don't need to do this.  The title nearly ruined you!>> he protested.

"And how can I sit by idly as whoever is responsible runs loose?" Grillby challenged fiercely.  "You are not the only one who cares for Cirri and the boys.  I will do what must be done to protect them."

Angel: Mal scowled quietly to himself.  "... Getting worked up again big bro?" Jasper said cautiously.

"Sorry Jasper... I just really look up to General- ah... Grillby." Malachite said, "If there's anyone in the Underground who deserves a bit of peace it's him."

"You'll figure out the crap going on in Snowdin, I believe in you Mal." Jasper said throwing a reassuring arm over his shoulders. "Come on we gotta make sure Emerald gets to her Seat before passing out."

"To your places people!" Mettaton called- or rather Trilled , dressed up in the "Prince" Costume he had personally designed (Cirri tended to think it was a little overkill on the glitter, which was trailed up and down the stage) "Curtain call in five! Where's my Lead Attendant?!"

"We're all set MTT!" Cirri called out, dressed in a simple but classy tutu of brown and green. It was supposed to make her look like a Tree but Cirri had to wonder...

The plan was for Cirri and the "Attendants" To dance around Mettaton long enough for him to switch roles without destroying narrative flow. Honestly it was more complicated than Cirri would have liked, but she wasn't the director/leads in this goofy thing.

Everyone set their positions and the music began to play as the curtain rose up a rush of cool air coming from the seats

"What the crap is the Robot wearing?" Flint grunted quietly. "He looks like had an accident in a Disco!" Jade shushed her brother. Jasper however, wasn't paying attention- he was all eyes on Cirri

Ichiko: Gaster had to scoff at the sheer arrogance of Mettaton being so flippantly abrasive with his rendition of Swan Lake, but he reminded himself he was not here to see that pompous box of bolts dance, just Cirri.  he watched her dance with the grace of air and move so fluidly she put the other dancers to shame.  They were all quite good, Gaster admitted that, but why did Metatton have to be so hideously distracting.

Papyrus was bouncing in his seat, giddly pointing in a shout-whisper "There she is! There she is!" before his brother quietly shushed him. The surrounding monsters were glaring at them.  They were enjoying it, they seemed, as the dance told the tale.

Angel: The story quickly became more complicated as the "Swan Princess" came onto the scene (Mettaton wearing more glitter and Feathers than a Vegas Showgirl) surrounded by another group of "Attendants" in Swan costumes. this went on, several costume changes and a few brief intermissions without incident but eventually it reached the Finale- the Ballroom scene where the Prince would dance with an Imposter Swan Princess- only to find the real Princess dying of heartbreak in the hands of the Wicked Wizard. Cirri was among the crowd as a member of the court

Flint shivered slightly. "Does anyone find it oddly chilly all of a sudden?" he murmured to his siblings

"Wait Cold?" Jasper murmured anxiously. "Guys before-"

It was too late. a Dark blue shadow jumped down in front of Mettaton, wrapping a rope around his one wheel and giving a mighty tug as he was shot up into the rafters of the Stage

a Wave of icy cold fog shot through the theatre and one of the backup dancers screamed in terror- which only resulted in Pandemonium in the audience

the Icy Blue Female turned and pointed at Cirri "You." She intoned flatly.  the other dancers veering away from Cirri as they fled.

Cirri stared too dumbfounded to move.

"Lord Vulpeca requests your presence immediately." the woman said flatly, her eyes hidden under layers of cloth and hood. "You will come with me."

Ichiko: Gaster was moving faster than lightning, bounding over the rows of chairs as patrons scrambled to the exit.  Grillby was right behind him, his flames snapping in fury.  Gaster's eyes blazed with blue light, which aggravated the brands carved on his bones.  He ignored the pain, focusing on the one lone figure standing before Cirri.

He reached out with his blue magic--

A lightningbolt of pain shot up his arm, the brands activating and disrupting his magic, and he cried out in pain, falling to one knee.  Gritting his teeth, he picked himself up and continued towards the stage.  Grillby beat him there, moving between Cirri and the hooded figure.  His fire was dangerously hot, even among the icy mist.

"Who are you?" he challenged.

Angel: the Figure lowered her hand, a fresh wave of cold washed against Grillby's heat. "... I do not know." she said in the same monotone.

Jasper raced to assist Gaster. "Doc, what the hell is going on?!" he hissed helping the skeleton up "Why is she after Cirri?!"

Ichiko: <<Does that matter?!>> he snapped.  He jumped on stage, pulled Jasper up by the cuff of his shirt and joined next to Grillby. The cold was piercing, even to the temperature-resistant skeleton. And it was having a dire affect on the elemental.  Though he was strong and his flames still fought against the cold, Gaster could see him strain.  He stepped forward.

<<You are under arrest,>> Gaster said lowly.  <<But please, do make this difficult for us.  It will only end badly for you!>>

Angel: the creature of cold tilted her head, as if confused. "It doesn't matter." She said coolly before taking off her hood, the light of the stage now showing off the faint outline of a human skull in a thick layer of ice that made the woman's "Flesh."

"Can you tell me who I am?" she asked "If not, then I must do what needs to be done."

in the crowd Flint perked up. "...What?" It was impossible!

Jasper grabbed Cirri "Let's get out of here, let your dads handle it... Cirri?"

Cirri shivered, but not from the cold. "No no no no no no..." She squeaked. "Why did I think he was gone of course not-" Jasper shook her gently. "Cirri!"

it didn't do any good. she was too deep into her panic to form coherent thoughts

"I will take the girl now." the Ice skeleton began to walk towards Grillby and Gaster, the aura of cold intensifying as she approached

Ichiko: Gaster stood there, reaching out suddenly and grabbing her by the shoulder, his grip hard enough to break her clavicle.  His eyes were furious, teeth beginning to lengthen to fangs and his newly-forming claws digging into her bones.

<<Not a chance, bitch!>>

The cold was becoming too much for Grillby.  He turned, scooping up Cirri and retreating.  "Come on, we have to move, now!"

Angel: "Right!" Jasper was right on Grillby's heels but paused to call a wall of Crystal to block the path, just in case.

Meanwhile the Ice Woman barely winced as Gaster destroyed her shoulder in his process of becoming huge. "Just as Lord Vulpeca said." She intoned flatly before laying a hand on Gaster's rune-scarred wrists. Within seconds a thick frost began dancing though the scarred bones, pushing the monster-made cracks painfully wide.

Ichiko: Gaster roared in pain, dropping to his knees.  He snarled, his ever-lengthening fangs grinding against each other.  His head jerked forward, his monstrous jaws clamping hard down around her wrist, shattering her bones.  With a backhand, Gaster threw her across the stage.

The changes were so painful, especially with the runes.  He pressed a clawed hand against his wrists, hissing in pain.

Angel: the Ice Woman pulled herself up. "... You should have broken my back." She intoned. "At least that would have gotten me to stop moving." she looked at her limp broken wrist. "Hm. Easy to solve." she then held the gloved hand and yanked hard, earning a sickening crunch. then her hand glowed green as magic mended the damage. "I have suffered worse damage than this."

Flint blinked watching from the seats. "Flint we have to go!" Jade insisted tugging on her older brother's arm. "You know what Doctor Gaster's capable of!"

Flint didn't move.

"I have no time for this nonsense." she held up her reccently healed hand. "Wait here." Spikes of Ice shot up from under Gaster, not enough to cause severe harm, but close. Some sprouting between the spaces of his bones. Within seconds the Ice had grown enough that both his arms and legs were incased in Ice

"Wait here." she insisted and with a puff of icy fog she was gone, back after Cirri, Jasper and Grillby

IchikoWindGryphon: Gaster struggled in the ice, but every move was agony.  He was trapped.  He let out another loud roar of frustration, more animal than man.

Grillby skittered to a halt just as the figure appeared before them in an icy swirl.  Oh god, it was so cold.  Grillby felt his knees buckle, his flames growing weaker.  But still he clung to Cirri tightly.  

"I will not let you take her!" he said fiercely.

<<AND NEITHER WILL WE!>>

A beam of pure energy blasted the hooded figure where she stood.  Just off-stage, there stood Papyrus in his Blaster form, and Sans with a glowing blue eye and bones ready to be unleashed.  He turned to Gaster, and with a flick of his wrists, the bones shot forward, pelting Gaster's icy tomb.  He managed to break free, grunting.  He steadied himself on his feet, reigning back in his transformation.

<<.....Thank you, Sans,>> he whispered.  The short skeleton only nodded.

Angel: the icy figure stood up. "This is proving a troublesome plan." She said "I will simply have to improvise." Icy spears form out of the fog, shooting everything and everyone in sight. each one exploding into bursts of icy cold fog blinding the entire area

Then a sharp trill fills the air. Jasper, claps his hands on his head and screams but doesn't suffer the same level of damage that the dogwhistle resulted in- it feels more like something is vibrating everything in his body

Ichiko: Papyrus let out a whine as he crumpled to the ground, paws clawing at his head.  Gaster collapsed as well, slamming his hands against his skull.  Sans winced in pain, but he had to move!  He raced forward, ignoring the screeching in his head, and grabbed Grillby, Cirri and Jasper.  

"hold on!"

In a flash of blue magic, they had teleported.  Stars filled their vision and a wave of nausea hit them as they crumpled on the ground.  They were in the caverns of waterfall, but where exactly Sans didn't know.  He winced.

"Urgh . . . sorry, I . . . it was hard to concentrate, I botched the jump.  Are you guys ok?"

Angel: Jasper groaned. "I think I'm going to hurl but it's better than being shaken to bits... " he groaned wiping some of his magical blood from his nose. "Cirri?"

"I..." Cirri clung tight to Grillby but she seemed to be coming out of her catatonia

Ichiko: "Shhh, I got you, you're ok," Grillby whispered, gently rocking Cirri.  "It's ok."

Now out of the cold, Grillby's flames returned to their healthy and vibrant state. Although Waterfall was less than ideal, he could deal with damp caves.  but that cold had been so piercing . . . worse than anything he had ever experienced in Snowdin . . .

"Who the hell was that?" Sans asked the obvious question.  Grillby only shook his head.

Angel: "She said something about a... Vulpecula?" Jasper wheezed looking back behind them. "I asked Gaster but- well things got kind of crazy. We should probably find a Guard Outpost anyway. Cirri'll be safer from the Psycho Ice bitch behind a few armed soldiers- I bet Mal's already got the guard on alert too!"

Ichiko: Sans and Grillby instantly froze.  Vulpeca?!  No, it couldn't--!

Sans and the elemental shared a terrified glance.  

"The guard can't help us," Grillby whispered hoarsely.  "Gaster's lab defenses should still be functional!  He never shut them off!  We need to head to head to the lab, now!"

Grillby pulled out his phone, dialing Gaster.  He doubted he was in any state to read a text but should he have a free moment . . .

GASTER, HEAD TO LABS ASAP. THE MONSTER WORKS FOR VULPECA.

Grillby hit send.

"Sans, you need to get us to the labs!"

Sans nodded, breathing deeply and holding on to Grillby andJasper's shoulders tight.  "Ok, hold on!"

Another flash of blue and they were in the heart of the Hotland laboratory.  Sans swooned under the strain.

"Ugh, I'm going to . . . take five. . . ow my head .. ." he slumped on the tile floor.

Angel: "Dude!" Jasper scooped up Sans but the little skeleton was down for the count. "What's going on? Who's this Vulpeca guy?!" Cirri flinched and buried her face into Grillby's coat

Ichiko: "A dangerous criminal, and that's all you need to know," Grillby said fiercely.  Still cradling Cirri, he raced to the control room, verifying everything was still online.  "He's . . . he has targeted Cirri for his own sick twisted amusement.  and he is under no circumstances to be underestimated."

Angel: Jasper blinked, following along carrying Sans in the crook of one arm. "No wonder Cirri's so scared." His Soul nearly broke in two. "How long as this fuck been targeting her?"

Ichiko: "......" Grillby didn't say anything for a minute, preferring to scan the control room.  Everything was in order. Everything was online, every safety measure had been activated.

".....too long." he finally said.

Angel: Outside the lab the Icy Ninja stood staring, a thick rime of ice was both forming and melting in the Hotland heat. "This is getting ridiculous." She muttered. it had taken nearly all of her strength and a good portion of one of her coat sleeves to freeze he two blaster beasts in a thick block of ice. It would take the three...oddly familiar Stone Elementals a good long while to carve the bone monsters free though- which left only three remaining obstacles between her and her goal.

a short distance away Flint was running at top speed- He had this awful thought- and he hoped to heaven he was wrong.

Jasper found a couple of woolly blankets and brought them over to Cirri and Sans- Cirri having clung to her unconscious sibling like an oversized teddy bear.

"Here, this should help you feel better, I hope anyway." Jasper wrapped the duo in the blanket.

"Thanks Jasper..." Cirri murmured. "I'm so sorry."

"For what?" Jasper said plopping on the floor next to her.

"For getting you involved in this... Nightmare." she replied. "I j-just wanted-" Jasper drew Cirri close.

"You'll get it. We can beat her. You'll never see that sick freak as long as you live I promise." Jasper replied "Remember what I said at your Dad's bar? I'll always reach for you, like the Mountain reaches for the sky."

A chill began to seep into the room, followed by the discharge of energy and the random smashing of destroyed machinery

Ichiko: Grillby let out a frustrated roar.  "Goddamn it!!!" His fire filled the room with intense heat.  He turned to the controls, activating the maze of lasers between them and whatever was out there.  "All of you get behind me!"

Angel: Jasper quickly drew Cirri in behind Grillby, Cirri still hugging Sans and watching the Laser-maze with wild-eyed hopelessness

Suddenly the smashing and blasting stopped and everything was deathly quiet

"... It cannot be that easy." Jasper grunted

  a Blast of icy fog showered down onto Grillby from an above air vent

The ice woman jumped down into the fog a wedge of Ice in her hand which soon found it's home in Grillby's leg, quickly growing until it became a spear pinning him to the floor

"Papa!" Cirri screamed throwing a blast of Hotland air at the fog- which was enough to keep Grillby from being dusted from the cold, but not enough to free him from the ice

Ichiko: Grillby wretched and screamed in pain, grasping at the icicle and his hands steaming as they touched the ice.  He was panicking, desperately clawing at his leg.

With what little strength Sans had, he leaped to his feet and began clawing at the spike, freeing him.

But he was so weak now.  His flames were so cool.  Sans gasped a wheezing breath, fearing that Grillby would fade to nothing then and there.  

He turned to the woman, furious.  

"JUST LEAVE US ALONE!"

He tried to stand, but he was still too disoriented  he tried to shift, do something! But every expenditure of energy left him dizzy and sick

"Please, please leave my sister alone!"

Angel: "... I can't do that." She replied, turning away "Vulpeca wants her. Vulpeca promised to help me. this is his price." Jasper shoved Cirri behind him.  "Your LVL is pathetically weak boy. Just let her go, she will not be harmed by me."

"Get bent lady." Jasper growled sprouting spikes of jasper rock- the same rock as his horns- directly from his body "Your sick fuck boss isn't going anywhere near her."

the woman tilted her head, then raised a hand, a boulder of ice shot out of nowhere cracking into Jasper's side sending him flying into the console. there was a few sparks and snaps, and the Laser maze sputtered out and died

"That makes things simpler." the woman finally returned her gaze to Cirri. "Will you fight me too?" She asked the horrified air elemental.

"I SAID LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE YOU BITCH!" Jasper roared his fangs fully bared, looking more like a Geode of razor blades than anything remotely monster-like

he plowed into the Ice woman charging down the hall in manic desperate rage leaving the three monsters alone in the lab

"Sans, Grillby!" Cirri stood up. "Will you two be alright?"

Ichiko: Sans hovered over Grillby, still weak and gasping for breath.  His form looked thinner, as if starved.  His mouth opened and closed several times, faint whispers leaving his lips.  Sans leaned close over him.

". . . . lava . . ." he gasped.  "t-throw me . . . in lava . . . restore my strength . . ."

Sans nodded.  He needed a source of fire; it was the only way to quickly restore his weakened state.  Fortunately the CORE had just what he needed. Slinging Grillby on his back, the skeleton half-dragged, half-carried Grillby down several long, twisting halls, to a lower floor that had a catwalk over a  pit of boiling lava.  

Sans looked at Grillby, and he gave a weak nod.

Sans then dropped him over the railing, to the boiling molten lake of fire below.

Grillby fell, hitting the fire lake just a few short feet away.  He lay there, unmoving, for several seconds.

The fire then erupted in a volcanic explosion.

Grillby, absorbing the very heat from the earth itself, exploded out of the pit, leaping back onto the catwalk.  His form was not just fire anymore, but magma and lava dripping off him like tar.  His form was larger, more savage-looking, and smoke billowed from the fissure that was his mouth.  His body radiated heat intense enough to warp the metal he stood on.

He strode past Cirri and Sans, renewed.

"Let's kill that bitch," he snarled.

The Firestorm General had been reborn.

Angel: Meanwhile Jasper had charged a few yards before plowing the Icewoman into a wall- he had seen and learned, he didn't hesitate for a second throwing blow after blow, breaking whole blocks of ice from her body, exposing bone which cracked under his stony fists until she blew him away in a gust of Icy wind- it only served to turn his green grassy hair yellow from the cold.

He charged in again with enough force to break through the wall into the street- right in front of Flint.

the Ice woman had lost a leg, a torn stump at the knee only remained, but she didn't bleed- much. a navy-blue ichor seeped quietly from the wound and a dozen others.

"Gah!" Jasper wheezed. "Lady whatever the hell you're looking for it's not worth this much bullcrap!" He panted. "Just give up!"

the woman didn't move- that last strike had in fact broken her back. "I cannot. I need to find them."

"WHO?!" Jasper shouted.

"...I don't know." the Ice woman said in her usual flat voice. "They will fix me. Make me whole again."

"I'm sure Doctor Gaster could help- yanno when you stop stalking his foster-daughter and being a huge bitch!" Jasper said standing straight again.

"He will kill me. Vulpeca has told me as such."

Jasper facepalmed. "In case you haven't noticed I'm about five seconds away from Killing you here and now!" he stomped over and squatted beside the prone ice-creature

"You must do what you need to in order to survive. I understand." Flint jumped like a pin had been stuck into him.

A wave of heat came from the lab. "I have failed. Do what you must." the Ice woman said

Jasper raised his hands forming a fist about the size of the Ice woman's head-

Ichiko: Grillby stalked out of the lab, the massive wave of heat assaulting the three.  Metal warped around him, his footprints left flames in his wake, the air steamed around his hellish form.  And his eyes blazed with fury.

He marched up to the ice woman, hand extended, dripping with lava, as a ball of fire formed in his hand.

"YOU HURT MY DAUGHTER." he said in a hissing whisper.  "I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS TRANSGRESSION TO GO UNPUNISHED."

Angel: "WAIT!" Flint howled throwing himself over the Ice woman "I Beg Mercy on her Behalf!"

"Flint what the Fuck?!" Jasper yelped. "She's not going to stop let Grillby-"

"She's our Mother Jasper!" Flint bawled

The ice woman flinched. "What- Flint have you- Mom's DEAD you told me she died!" Jasper shouted, an edge of confused hysteria in his voice

Ichiko: Grillby faltered, the fire in his hand disappearing. "....your mother is dead, Flint," he said mournfully.  "She died a very long time ago."

Angel: "No! I don't know how, but this is her!" Flint screamed not moving "This is Irelle!"

"I-I-I..." the ice woman stammered "I am... What... Irelle...!?" She yammered shaking violently

"Your name is Irelle! You Summoned me into Life on the Sixth of August! Mom it's Flint!" Flint grabbed the twitching Ice woman in his own meaty hands "You stayed behind to stop the Human army- You saved all our lives!" Flint said

then the ice woman began to scream- like a child's high-pitched scream only a thousand times sharper

Flint and Jasper grabbed their heads to block the sound- only for the Ice woman to vanish in puff of icy fog

"No..." Flint moaned

Ichiko: Grillby was at a loss.  He stared between Jasper and Flint.  He tried to think, tried to--

It hit him.

He remembered the story of Gaster's own creation.

What if . . .

Oh god, what if Vulpeca reanimated Irelle the very same way Gaster came to be?!

It was too cruel. It was too horrible to comprehend.

His shoulders heaved.

"I . . . . I am so very sorry .. ." he whispered.

Angel: "Dammit!" Flint sobbed burying his face in his hands, Jasper coming over to offer him support. "I'm going to kill Vulpeca with my own Damn hands." Jasper whispered with a frightening level of calm. "He's not getting away with this."

"Jasper, what are we going to tell the others?" Flint asked mournfully. "They.. Oh god Mom..."

Cirri watched from behind the group, her soul breaking for Jasper and Flint

Meanwhile in a dark and spooky portion of Snowdin wood, a Ice Woman is half-dragging herself through the snow, Navy ichor dripping from her stump leg.

"Looks like you failed." an Ash Grey Fox monster steps out of the gloom.

"I succeeded!" The woman barked. "I am Irelle! I have a name! a Family! a-" the fox placed a finger on her frozen lips and she goes limp. "You're hallucinating again my dear." He says softly as he scoops the Ice woman up, not even flinching from her piercing cold.

"I... am..." She murmurs in her flat voice. "No wonder, it seems you left a piece of yourself behind- I shall have to fix that"

"Why...?" she asks dazedly earning an evil chuckle from the fox

"Because I am your noble Master who will do anything for you." He says sweetly "As long as you do as I say...."

Ichiko: Back at Hotlands, Gaster and Papyrus finally broke free of their icy prison and raced to the labs, where they saw Grillby, Cirri, Sans, and the elemental brothers.  The shock and grief was all too clear on their face.  

But Gaster was staring hard at Grillby.  Even Papyrus shied away from Grillby's more monstrous, enhanced form.  The fire elemental could not meet their eyes.

<<What happened?>> Gaster demanded.

Grillby could only shake his head.  He looked at Gaster with a haunted look in his eyes.

"You are no longer alone," he said forebodingly.

#WAFF related #FEELS #FEELS EVERYWHERE #Quite a bit of swearing too #But it's under understandable circumstances really