#glow uo

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Cultivating a Growth Mindset

A growth mindset is the belief that one's skills, qualities, and abilities can be nurtured and enhanced through hard work and learning. Adopting this mindset makes you more open to challenges, embracing the unfamiliar or uncomfortable and willing to experience failure.

However, adopting this growth mindset means we must challenge our limiting self-beliefs that reinforce our fixed mindset. Limiting beliefs is the negative thoughts that hold us back, hindering our journey of self-improvement. 

RECOGNISE YOUR FIXED MINDSET. Start to be aware of how your fixed mindset, became your everyday internal dialogue. Fear of failure, procrastination, always being in your comfort zone or being a constant quitter could be why this mindset has been reinforced in your mind.

That being said, you need to start being conscious of what you’re saying to yourself daily. If you struggle with that, try speaking to yourself out loud, as it helps to be more aware of what you’re saying. 

REMOVE ANYTHING THAT DOESN’T ALIGN, i’m specifally talking about social media. There are so many self degarding or depreciating content(which are always disgusied as a ‘joke’) and the more you consume it, the more you believe it. 

However this can apply to your physical environment as well, such as people, sentimental objects or your actual space. 

START TO REDEFINE FAILURE. There are so many ways you can define failure, but my favourite has to be failure is the sacrifice for success. Of course, you can research other ways to redefine it that resonates with you.

However, allow yourself to grieve failures, especially if they had a huge impact on your life. The only way you can apply the lessons from failure in life is to process them. 

DO SOMETHING CHALLENGING EACH DAY. Whether it is giving yourself an extra 20 minutes at the gym, or trying to advance yourself in your studies, just do something that pushes you and hopefully, makes you struggle. 

Once we allow ourselves to struggle and be challenged, we start to develop the belief that being challenged is okay, not doing it perfect on the first try  is okay we can still do tasks without them being perfect + you’re also embracing failure. 

APPRECIATE YOUR EFFORT. Something is always better than nothing, not everything that we do has to be perfect to consider ourselves accomplished. Once we acknowledge the value of hard work and see how it impacts our day-to-day life, it enforces the belief that we can expand our skills even just by a little.

The perfect way to appreciate your effort is by celebrating or rewarding yourself. Allow yourself extra screen time, to sleep in, or do any of your favourite ‘unproductive’ activities. 

SEEK OUT NEW KNOWLEDGE. Not just reading an article and calling it a day, but actively researching something memorable. This doesn’t have to be a scholarly topic, it could be anything. When we start to desire to learn, which is practically the main thing about a growth mindset, it enforces those beliefs. 

BUILD RESILENCE. You’re going to fail, struggle, lose and maybe suffer. While it is important to grieve what happens, you should be able to bounce back after some time. Building this skill is so important in the growth mindset, as it helps you to take control of your emotions and not the other way around. 

This applies to constructive criticism as well. People will not always give you praise, but that doesn’t matter, what matters is your ability to act on that criticism. An outside perspective always helps to improve yourself and your abilities. 

#becoming that girl #becoming her #green juice girl #clean girl #it girl #it girl energy #that girl #that girl lifestyle #that girl energy #dream girl #glow up era #glow uo #growth mindset #mindset #high value mindset #personal growth #growth #empowerment #wonyoungism #self improvement #self care #self confidence #self development #self growth #self healing #self love #inner peace #inner growth #resilience #dream girl journey

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Another little catch up post Nuriel got to lvl 10 a little while ago so I gave them a nice new design!

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #sorcerer #warlock #wild magic #undead warlock #fire genasi #love to see them glow uo #each design improves #how do I do it

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COVER IT UP SLUT /j

#kirby #galacta knight #that art id my old art btw #i had quite the glow uo arc tbh #wjen i mashed adding fluff is when i relaly blew uo inti heaven #mocha.txt

[pinkie-pop]

"Do Paimons Dream of Floating Sheep?"

Mondstadt: Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Based on this

Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Paimon!Reader, Genshin Impact various x Reader, Yandere Genshin Impact

Word count: 3k

Synopsis: Being dragged into the world of your favorite video game is hardly your idea of a relaxing Saturday, and being dragged into the world of your favorite game, taking over the role of mascot even less so. Unfortunately, it seems fate has no interest in what you consider to be a normal day, and it will do anything to replace your idea of normal entirely.

Includes: Fear of heights, death, vomiting, Reader straight up not having a good time

Stormterror has arrived in Mondstadt city.

You, the Traveler, and Amber run past the city gates as Stormterror lunges towards the giant statue. Three large, whistling tornados whirl to life at his command. You can clearly see the tainted blood pulsing upon his back. It seems your plan of stopping Stormterror without hassle has completely fallen apart. Of course. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. You suppose not even the Anemo Archon himself is strong enough to go against the script. 

You narrowly avoid a gust of wind that comes your way, but the Traveler isn’t so lucky. He’s swept up by the current immediately, reaching out a hand to you as if you held the power to stop it.

You don’t. 

You can’t do anything.

“Kaeya!” Amber calls, running up to the blue-haired man. The two of them begin chatting, catching each other up to speed on the situation at hand. “Kaeya, this is [Name] and Aether, and…wait, where’s Aether?” 

“He got swept uo by the storm. Look,” you say, pointing up towards him.

“He’s fighting Stormterror?” Says Amber. “But that’s so dangerous!”

“Amber, why does he have one of your windgliders?” Asks Kaeya. 

“Huh? Oh, uh…eheh…No…reason…” Amber scratches the back of her head and Kaeya raises an eyebrow. You’re pretty sure he only asked that to get a rise out of her. You pay it no mind, however, instead focusing on the battle above you. You want to help, but there’s nothing you can do. You’re not the protagonist of this story. No, you’re nothing but a mascot. You can do nothing but grit your teeth and watch.

Meanwhile…

A gust of wind picks Aether right up off of the ground, hurtling upwards towards the sky. He uses his windglider, hoping to glide down somewhere safely and reconvene with you as soon as possible. He can’t protect you from up here. 

That was his plan, but…

“I’m preventing your fall with the power of a thousand winds.” An unfamiliar voice calls out to him from beyond the clouds. He whirls around, hoping to find the source of the sound, but to no avail. 

“You can’t see me,” the voice—a male, he thinks—says. “That’s okay, just listen to my voice. They’re safe down there. I need you to trust me.” Aether nods, though he isn’t sure if the man can see him. 

“Good. Now, concentrate. See yourself grasping on the wind and harness its power.” Aether does as he’s told and gathers a huge sphere of anemo and hurls it at Stormterror. He weaves through clouds, collecting their power and directing it back towards the dragon. The wind hits a glowing, purple spot on the dragon's back and it cries out in agony.

A weak point. Good.

Aether readies more anemo, preparing to hit the same spot again when Stormterror flies upwards and out of sight, retreating. Aether doesn’t bother chasing after it. There’s no need to. Instead, he glides back down towards the city, where you, Amber, and a person he doesn’t recognize all stand around.

Amber waves Aether down as he lands, introducing him to Kaeya. “You really gave us a fright,” she says. “I can’t believe you went up against a dragon!”

“Are you okay?” You ask. “What happened up there?” 

“I heard a voice,” he said. “It told me that it prevented my fall using the ‘power of a thousand winds’.”

“Do you think it could have been Barbatos? What did the voice sound like?” You, of course, already know the answer to these questions, but you ask anyways, hoping to guide the conversation to a realization.

“It sounded like the voice of a young boy,” says Aether. “I don’t know who it was, though.”

“The power of a thousand winds, hmm?” Kaeya puts a hand up to his chin, seeming to be in deep thought. “I don’t know if the voice you heard really was Barbatos or not, but either way, I think we ought to report this to our Acting Grand Master.” 

The four of you head to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, where Jean and Lisa are there waiting for you.

“Mondstadt welcomes you, windborne travelers. I am Jean, the Acting Grand Master, and this is Lisa, our resident librarian.”

“Oh, are you two sweeties here to help us out? You’re both so adorable! Especially you, cutie,” Lisa winks at you. “Sadly, the timing is regrettable… Stormterror, or Dvalin, his true name, has been ravaging our cities as of late. The Ley Lines and elemental energy are completely out of control.” 

”Right,” Jean says. “If it weren’t for that, we would have had better ways to help you than just putting up wanted posters. We simply ask that you rest in Mondstadt while we help look for your sister.”

“Sounds good. Where’s the Inn?” You sputter as his lax response. Wasn’t the protagonist supposed to be eager to help?

“H-hey! Shouldn’t we at least offer to help out?” Aether looks at you as if to ask, ‘Why would we do that?’ “I mean, isn’t that the right thing to do? Besides, if that really was the voice of Barbatos you heard, wouldn’t he be more likely to help us if we help him first?” You say. Aether seems to ponder over this for a minute, then nods. 

“Alright. If you want to help, then let’s help.”

“Good. In that case, we’ll need a plan.” Kaeya says.

"Since Stormterror is now attacking the city directly, we may have an

opportunity to cut this problem off at the source. Lisa has revealed the sources of Stormterror's power with her magic."

"Right," Lisa says. "They're located in the abandoned Four Winds' Temples. Stormterror's ability is likely the result of it drawing its power from the temples. Our objective is to deal with three of the four temples.

"I trust everyone understands why we are only dealing with three." Jean looks around for confirmation, and everyone, save for Aether, nods their head.

"I don't," says the Traveler.

"Dvalin is the last of the four winds," you explain.

"Knights of Favonius," Everyone seems to stand at even greater attention as Jean addresses them. "Time is against us. We need to take the initiative and act before the situation gets even worse. There is no point in maintaining a defensive position."

•~•~•~•~•~•

You and the Traveler arrive at the Temple of The Falcon where Amber is waiting for you. 

"[Name]! Traveler! It's good to see you," she says as you approach. The three of you exchange greetings, and Amber fills you in on the mission. 

"These temples have been abandoned for years now, so there might be a monster nest inside. [Name], you can't fight, right? Don't worry, just leave it to me! I'll protect you!" 

"Me too," says Aether. You smile at them.

"Alright, I'm counting on you. Let's head in." Aether and Amber nod, and the three of you enter the temple.

The temple is more or less how you remember it (though, to be perfectly honest, you hardly remember it at all), a decrepit building with an open ceiling showcasing the "sky" above. There's a pyro mechanism shooting fire to your left and a few boxes to your right. Amber shoots the mechanism to put it out of commission, then you and your party head left. 

A Door of Resurrection activates as you walk past it, and you find yourself wondering what would happen if someone were to die here. The door indicates that they would come back, just like in a video game, but there's no way to know for sure.

Unless…

No. You can live with not knowing. You hope you never have to find out.

Amber and Aether make quick work of the rooms while you stand back and try to stay out of the way. It isn’t long at all before you end up in the third or fourth room. That on its own is hardly anything notable, but this room is different from the others. 

In the previous rooms, you could see the “sky” above you, but you had no way of knowing whether it was real or not. Did the domain create its own sky? Was it a pocket dimension? You had no way to know for certain. 

Until now, that is. 

You stare out into the sea of clouds before you, your feet planted firmly on a floating pedestal in the sky, and at once, you know. This is the truth behind the domains. They are not just old ruins, they are gateways. Portals to another world. 

Perhaps you can find your own world through these as well…

You are brought out of your musings by an arrow shooting its way past you and popping the anemo slime in front of you. Then, two more, and again, more slimes fall, each creating a wind current upwards. Amber and the Traveler both outstretch their hands to you, windgliders already at the ready.

“Let’s glide together!” They say in unison, then turn around to glare at the other. Though you feel a little awkward about taking sides, you eventually take Amber’s hand and allow her to carry you. She is the champion glider of Mondstadt, after all. You trust her experience. You don’t look at Aether when you take her hand, you know you wouldn’t be able to bear his hurt face if you did.

The three of you set off into the air, and you try not to look down. Unfortunately, the view upwards is hardly any less nervewracking. You see a large anemo slime off in the distance, heading straight towards you. Amber can’t shoot it while she’s carrying you, and Aether is too far away to hit it with his sword. It is all you can do to brace for impact as the slime shoots wind your way, knocking you from Amber’s hold.

You fall, but only for a moment. Something catches you.

No, that’s not quite right. Nothing catches you. You catch yourself. You’re flying. It’s terrifying. It’s exhilarating. Amber and Aether are both gaping at you as you twirl around in the air. Perhaps this new body isn’t so bad after all. 

You fly up to the top platform, then start to get dizzy, so you lower yourself to the floor. 

“I thought you were afraid of heights,” Amber teased, gliding up to you.

“This is different,” you huff. “At least when I’m flying, I can control where I’m going. You can’t do that with a windglider at all!” 

“I suppose that’s true,” Amber laughs. “Still, though, that really surprised me. I had no idea you could fly.” 

“You’re not the only one,” Aether chimes in. 

“I actually didn’t know I could do that either.” You say. 

Finally, you arrive in the room where Stormterror’s crystal is. It doesn’t take long for Aether to destroy it with the power of anemo while Amber gives support and you watch. 

•~•~•~•~•~•

You and the Traveler arrive at the Temple of The Wolf, where Kaeya is waiting for you. 

“Ah, [Name], it’s good to see you. You too, Traveler.” You think Kaeya is trying to wink, but there’s really no way to be sure. Either way, his flirtatious tone has Aether glaring. You have a feeling this raid is going to be exhausting, and not just physically. “Come closer. Can you smell that?” Kaeya says, gesturing to the two of you.

“Uh…smell what?” You ask. 

“Something has happened in the temple. I imagine there’ll be slimes, hilichurls, and whatever is giving Stormterror that power. Ah, don’t worry about the fighting, [Name], your friend and I will take care of that.” Perhaps it’s just his voice, but there’s something oddly gleeful in his tone that sets you off.

“I’m not some damsel, you know?!”

You smile and nod, but you don’t say anything. The three of you head off into the domain, where another series of challenges await you. 

Another Door of Resurrection bursts to life in front of you, and it occurs to you that no one commented on the last one. Perhaps it’s something only you can see..? You open your mouth to ask, but Kaeya speaks up first.

“Hm, if I’m not mistaken, the end of the temple should be up there.” You look up. Above you is a large platform in the sky where, like Kaeya guessed, lies the end of the temple. You’re trying to figure out how to get a wind current to take you up there when an idea strikes you.

Right. How could you have forgotten?

“Leave it to me!” You say, glad to finally have something to do. You crack your knuckles, bracing yourself for flight. How did this go again? Right, first you need to lift off, then…

You did it! You’re flying! You look down, excited to see the look on Kaeya’s face when…

You look down. Oh. Oh wow. The ground sure is far. Were you always this high up? You start to feel nauseous. You hear Aether’s voice, but it sounds so far away. The room is spinning; you’re seeing double. Is the ground getting bigger or are you getting closer? 

Dizziness overtakes you, and you fall head-first into the stone flooring. You feel pain shoot up from your neck down to the base of your spine, but only for a moment. 

“Hm, if I’m not mistaken, the end of the temple should be up there.”

Huh..?

You blink, looking around dumbly as confusion washes over you. Green light pulses from behind you.

Could it be? You whip around, staring at the Door of Resurrection as if it would grow a mouth and tell you the answers. But it doesn’t. It doesn’t even need to. You already know.

You just died. But the Door saved you. 

“[Name]? We really ought to get a move on. What are you spacing out for?” Kaeya’s voice tears you away from your thoughts.

“I…I’m afraid of heights. I’m sorry, but I can’t go up there. I’ll wait for you down here.” Aether looks at you, clearly worried but unsure of what to say. 

“At least when I’m flying, I can control where I’m going. You can’t do that with a windglider at all!”

You try to smile at Aether, urging him to go on despite his worries.

At least when I’m flying…

Aether, after much hesitation, leaves with Kaeya. They’ll make quick work of the temple, you’re sure. Perhaps even quicker than they would have with you around. 

I can control where I’m going.

You let out a sigh as you sink to the floor.

Nothing else happens.

•~•~•~•~•~•

You and the Traveler arrive at the Temple of The Lion, where Lisa is waiting for you.

“Hey there, cuties. Good to see you—especially you, [Name].” Lisa winks at you, leaving you a bit puzzled. Her words seem to have put Aether in a bad mood. Well, you wouldn’t be happy if someone called you their second favorite, either. Still exhausted from the last temple, you merely wave to Lisa, hoping to get this temple over with as soon as possible. “Is everyone ready?” She asks. You nod. 

“I hope this trip is uneventful,” you murmur. The doors open, and the three of you step inside. You allow your mind to wander as you follow behind the others. Normally, it’d be a bad idea to be so absent-minded in a domain, but…

Well, what’s the worst that could happen? 

You shuffle along through the hallways as Aether and Lisa take care of any nearby threats. As suspected, they really didn’t need you here. Well, that’s okay. You’re fine with being useless so long as it means you can rest. 

Aether slashes another hilichurl with his sword, and for a moment, you imagine yourself in its place. You wonder what it would feel like to die from an injury like that. Surely, it can’t be pleasant. Would it be worse than the stomach-dropping sensation of falling from a great height? Would it be worse than a broken neck? You aren’t sure. More hilichurls fall to the ground. It isn’t like the game. They don’t just disintegrate when they die. They bleed when they’re hit, their corpses don’t disappear. There’s no XP or rewards to be found here. Only bloodshed. Only death.

This whole temple reeks of iron. You cover your nose and mouth, but the stench doesn’t go away.

You don’t think you can take any more of this. You turn and run down the nearest hall, heaving and retching when you arrive in the next room over. You can hardly hear it over your own vomiting, but the sound of stone rolling across stone comes from behind you. You glance back down the hall, only to see it replaced with a solid stone wall.

Fuck.

You bang your hands on the wall and yell for help, but you succeed in nothing except for making your voice tired and your hands bruised. You might be here for a while, so you look around.

The room is square, and completely empty aside from a pedestal in the center (one that you really should have noticed earlier), upon which rests a glowing book of some sort. The cover is lined with gold, and it looks as though it holds the galaxy between its twinkling pages. 

You walk closer to it, hoping to get a better look. The book opens itself before you, and at once, you recognize it.

It’s the Archive.

Taglist: @shadowkitty-me @probablynoposts @kissyhalik @persephone-kore-law @neverending-animelove @crxscnt @teravolting @resident-cryptid @esthelily @shellofthewall @dilucragnidvr @altheq0 @wegottastayfocus @jellothefool @c0l1fl0r @francisnyx @imma-just-chill @fantasyhopperhea @iamapotatoe @utahimechan

#yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #sagau x reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #yandere aether #yandere amber #yandere kaeya #yandere lisa #yandere genshin x reader

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THE GLOW UO OF MY ART IS INSANE

(first one new, second one old(

#whyd i use to draw him white?? #he looks emo in the old one #handsome jack #borderlands #borderlands 2

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I thought of a story inspired by your nun x demon AU.

So, basically, Pomni is a little imp who’s been bullied by other demons all her life for being a tiny, skittish little thing. One of the ways in which they bullied her was by telling her horror stories of what happens to demons on earth. They told her that earth’s inhabitants bind demons, gag them so they can’t even plead for mercy, and then proceed to do all manner of horrible things to them.

One day, a group of bullies banishes her to earth. Needless to say, the poor thing absolutely panics, darting around more or less mindlessly and trying to find a hiding spot.

Enter Ragatha. I was originally going to make her a nun with the idea that nuns learn how to capture and defeat demons to protect their churches, but that didn’t really stick. I think instead, I’ll probably make Ragatha a monster hunter/tamer or something like that? In any case, she has a lot of experience with scary-looking creatures that are actually scared of her, and she knows countless spells to peacefully restrain them.

Ragatha launches three glowing blue magical bands: one wraps around Pomni's ankles, one around her mouth (the people of this world generally gag captured demons because demons are notoriously silver-tongued), and one around her wrists, tying her hands behind her back. Pomni falls to the ground, and Ragatha immediately takes the next step: approaching Pomni and consoling her.

Unfortunately, trust can’t be gained so easily, especially right after tying up someone who’d been told their whole life to be afraid of you. Ragatha knows this (like I said, she has a lot of experience), but she tries her best to calm the little imp down anyway.

Ragatha brings Pomni to her house, and while she tries to give Pomni as much freedom as possible there (only leaving her legs tied up since she'd definitely run away otherwise), out in public, it's kind of just considered common decency, for lack of a better word, for demons brought by their owners to be bound and gagged.

This is like, the third (AT LEAST) story I thought of where Pomni is/gets turned into some kind of creature, and Ragatha has to try and tame her and take care of her. Except this one's meant to be kinky, lmao.

love how you made ragatha be like a monster hunter but in a kind way ?? she deels lime one of those people who tame in stray animals and help them get used to peoole and stuff tats what she reminds me off it fits her personality very well !!! pomni iz sticll a fucking loser so that is absoloutkey womdefdul and lovw some gaggkng llve alme bondage rwallt adds something to the whlle monster hunter and jve caught you and now i will tie uou uo yhibg .. very interwstkng ... im glad i coukd i spire you though !!! this stoey is very nice and kf yous like to share some mkre id love to read ir 👍

[tiutale]

Erestor's voice paused in his recitation of the council meetings that week. Tiny footsteps had entered the room. Glancing over the edge of the bed his smiled softly at the small human child. "Hullo little one."

Glorfindel peered over his mate's shoulder smiling as the dertermined little one began climbing the bed. A stuggle with the book grasped in tiny fingers. "It would seem we have company for the night."

Erestor chuckled reaching down to steady the child as she mad her way up. Crawling to the space between the elves she cuddled up to Glorfindel's side. Holding the book possessively against her chest she looked to Erestor with a brilliant smile.

She had not spoken a word since the refugees had settled in. No one knew of her parents. Not who they were. If they lived. Or who she was. She had aimply been awept uo by the caravan in a burnt out village. No possessions but the rags on her little body.

She had taken to the library instantly. Often hiding there looking at picture books. Not much drew her to much else. But this book had found its way to her heart. She had kept it the moment she had discovered it. Looking at it over and over. Until one evening a restless Erestor decided to read it to her.

Settling it on her lap she opened it to the first page and looked expectantly at both elves. Not able to read yet she had had it read to her by many others. She liked Erestor's best.

Glorfindel passed a glowing smile to his mate giving a nod and cuddling the child a bit closer. He had read it to her himself a few times. Amused by the idea his own tale of heroism and failure brought comfort to one such as this. The pains of his past long soothed he was for the most part glad it helped others in times as these.

Erestor smiled back to Glorfindel offering a mental caress of love and care before leaning over a bit to begin reading the tale. Of Glorfindel and the Balrog.

#Glorfindel #Erestor #This is completely self indulgent #But I adore rhe idea of child friendly versions of the silm tales #That bring hope and comfort #And the idea that imladris is a haven in all regards #Even evenings for lost little beans looking for safe naps

[luxudus]

An art piece i made about 2 months ago but never got around to posting it. This was the final project for my school's art class in which we had to make a triptych

    In a distant galaxy that glows a faint turquoise lies a remarkable world named Iia’Oo-uo. A tropical water world larger than Earth orbiting three suns. It is home to a menagerie of strange alien forms. The line between Plant and animal life is often very blurred. Photosynthetic life comes in shades of red, purple, yellow, and pink. Colonial organisms flourish everywhere. And radial symmetry is far more common on Iia’Oo-uo than on Earth. One such group consists of Arthropod-like organisms with eight limbs for locomotion and respiration, two antennae, six eyes, and six oral tendrils akin to the Portuguese man of war.

    One such species from that phylum has made a remarkable adaptation. One that changed the course of history forever, Sapience. Referring to their people as the Uueia-Ouoo-Oo, They are a species of four-foot-long Arthropod-like predators that take on a mix of niches. But are most known for filling a role not too similar to Dolphins.

    Their oral tendrils have become strong and more flexible. Aiding in catching prey and crafting tools akin to the tentacles of an octopus. They take on a vibrant shade of magenta to identify each other in the open water. And unlike most of the other alien arthropods of their world. The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo rarely use their front six limbs, only using them to hook onto the seafloor. They mostly use their rear limbs as a set of fins for swimming.

    The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo are very agile swimmers. They are capable of changing between 3 different methods of aquatic locomotion. When relaxing the muscles in their entire body, they can perform Anguilliform swimming akin to eels. By stiffening muscles in the front half of their body, they can switch to a mix of Subcarangiform or Carangiform swimming akin to Trout. By tightening the muscles in their entire body, they can even switch to Median-paired fin swimming, akin to many fish native to coral reefs.

    Yet despite their alien appearance, they think and act like us. They enjoy art and music and feel empathy for one another. With the lack of predators, their love and curiosity far outweighs their fear. The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo may not be human, but they capture what it means to be human.

    The biggest challenge with starting a civilization underwater is the impossibility of fire and metallurgy. Where most intelligent species either stagnate or die out. The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo prevail through selective breeding and genetic engineering. Throughout their history, they have learned to modify the life around them into tools and technology.

    Coral analogs are grown into vast cities. Color-changing invertebrates bred into handheld screens. And Radio communicating hives of small alien cnidarians become the backbone of the Uueia-Ouoo-Oo Internet. Life and its protection and mastery is a focal point of Uueia-Ouoo-Oo culture. Within 20 thousand years, they reshaped their entire planet in their image and created a paradise. But this is just the beginning.

    Once they conquered their world, their eyes turned skyward to explore the heavens. It took over millennia to find out how to do it. Nonetheless, the Uueia-Ouoo-Oo still prevailed. They came to the idea of growing vacuum-sealed organisms capable of photosynthesis and omnidirectional jet propulsion. Chromatophores cover the interior, changing color to match what this bioship sees. Along with a tendril connected to its nervous system, allowing the pilot to insert the tendril into their head, effectively becoming one with the ship.

    Lastly, they somehow learned how to create artificial wormholes, allowing the bioship to teleport anywhere in the universe. They explored the heavens with an unmatched fervor. Surveying millions of galaxies, every star within those galaxies, and every planet around those stars. All the while, they expanded at a similar pace, reshaping dead worlds into ocean worlds as beautiful as their homeworld and protecting the worlds that evolved their own alien ecosystems.

    One day, during a galaxy-wide survey, they found a unique world amongst an 8-planet star system. Like millions of other worlds, this planet had life. But it had something else. One species in this world became sapient and developed a planet-wide civilization. The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo had never seen this before, and they were eager at this discovery.

    Here 3 Uueia-Ouoo-Oo celebrate the discovery before their expeditionary fleet heads through the wormhole. Ready to venture to this world the natives call Earth.

#my art #artist on tumblr #speculative biology #worldbuilding #art #scifiart #sophont #biotechnology #spacescape #outer space #alien species #alien

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:The Daemon Sisters

Scanty and Kneesocks sat in the back of their cozy limo’s comfy confines, pouts on their sexy adorable as glowing link blushes adorned their faces. Which only deepened as they stepped out soon as it parked, coming to find themselves on one of the few decent quality beaches located between the border of the lust and gluttony despite their attempts to wear more composed expressions. The infernal sun, sand and surf occupied with swarms of imps, hellhounds and who or whatever called the 9 circles home. It was only natural the Daemon sisters found themselves turning heads and making jaws drop as they walked in through, gracing the local rabble with their presence and of course the sight of the pair in thei stunning black swimsuits. Which of course reslly highlighted their thicc,toned bodies,their blood red skin getting a nice glistening sheen of sweat from the heat. Normally they’d be all about throwing around their clout and asserting their dominance and status any and everywhere they’d go but today was not such a day. No sir,You see Scanty and Kneesocks made and lost a wager and of course they had to keep their word and deliver on their end of the deal. Even just reminding themselves about the fsct snd the how and why just irked them so damn much.

Scanty:”damnit I can’t believe they even managed to pull it off,who knew that runty imp could make that shot…”*she griped as she tugged at the rear portion of her thong,keeping it from riding up the crack of her crimson booty. Those twin cheeks jiggling with sinful delight as she bit her lip at the slight masochistic sting.*

Kneesocks:”we could’ve just specified money,or some grand prize but nooooo,we had to tell that woman anything she wanted, and it was this! If father ever finds out we’d never hear the end of it..”*her ever adorable and equally uppity sister snarked,eyes burning with annoyance despite the pinkish glowing blush in her fsceace. Normally the twins woild revel in the attention they were getting with their swimsuits but not daily and with good reason. Finding themselves at the entry to a cozy private little cove.*

Standing there waiting to greet the Daemon sisters was I.M.P’s resident feisty murder machine from straight out of Wrath, Millie,looking as perky as ever. Eyes twinkling with minxy delight which only made the pair give her glares. The sort of which had they been focused into lasers,would’ve burned through the shortstack hitgirl with all of their hate which didn’t really deter Millie all that much as she eagerly shook their hands, followed by friendly, playful kisses on their cheeks and lips. Their faces glowing pink as they gave her looks of raw indignity at her being so casual and friendly with them. Not letting up with their contempt as they followed her inside, doing their best to not have their eyes drawn to the sway of the Imp’s quite fine booty, as she shot them a look over her shoulders indicating she knew they were staring snd they could look much as they wanted. Before she spoke up to remind them of their situation and the circumstances of course.

Millie:”Now now,you both had the option to back out,my hubby gave You that. 9w9buuuuut y’all said You were demons of your word, right? How did you put it,if my Moxxie could make that killshot, you’d not only pay us double the hiring fee, but do anything we asked?”*shooting them a cheeky blep and wink their way. To which the Daemon sisters snarled and hissed. Yes of course they’d hired I.M.P to deal with a target in the human world their father wanted out of the way but of course given how Blitzo was, they had every right to doubt and have concerns. But Moxxie insisted they were uo to the task, which of course lead to this situation.*

Kneesocks:”Well we certainly didn’t expect your choice to be to have us let your husband fuck the both of us now,did we?”*her pointy tail swaying, scanty nodding in agreement beside her.*

Scanty:”All the same we will indulge your lewd little antics since you agreed to keep this a secret. We are demons of high class and breed so a little discretion is much appreciated…”*whatever else she and kneesocks were about to say was a derailed train of thought as they came to the spot in the secret cove. Finding quite the sight before them.*

There laying on a cozy beach blanket sat Moxxie, naked as the day he was born as I.M.P’s resident Intel hellhound was sucking him off. The usually snarky,moody hellhound’s eyes glowing with sensual lust as she orally serviced her Imp co-worker, muzzle bobbing up and down along what Scanty and Kneesocks would be able to tell was quite the length and girth. Her naked, furry form on display as she blew on that Imp shaft, drowning it in her saliva. Scanty and Kneesocks' wearing expressions equal parts aghast at walking in on such an indecent scene and stunned amazement, which made Millie sport a mischievous grin. Nothing got her a good ego boost like seeing bitches bare witness to her man's natural weapon. The Wrath Imp whistling to get their attention, Loona pouted adorably as she huffed,prying her muzzle off of Moxxie's cock with hesitation, causing the Daemon sisters to clench their thighs together to hide the nectar of arousal flowing forth. The sticky warmth trinkling down like pipes with a leak as they saw Moxxie's alpha grade shaft on full display. That stiff erect pussy hammering length and girth taunting them, threatening them with a very good time that would ensure they'd be screaming his name for sure. Millie of course bringig them back down to Earth as she delivered swift, firm slaps to their crimson red bubble butts. The red booties jiggling as the sisters gasped cutely, glaring at the shortstack hitgirl for being so impudent, to which she was non chalant as she dusted off and rubbed her hands.

Milie:"Now now,Loonie, I know Moxxie's meatstick is your favourite treat but y'all supposed to be just the fluffer this time, remember?"*she playfully teased, to which the Hellhound rolled her eyes good naturedly as she strutted her naked furry self over to the camera she had set up on a tripod. Millie playfully blepping at Scanty and Kneesocks who were clearly not into the idea of this wager forfeit anymore than they already were. Having to wear their swimsuits for Moxxie's pleasure as he had their way with them while she watched was degrading enough, but the hellhound as another witness and she'd be filming and recording it? If they weren't demons of their word, they'd have tried to kill her but she knew damn well there wasn't anything they could do about it.*"Well? Get to work, my Mox' dick ain't gonna milk itself...."

Moxxie:"Ooooh crumbs..."*the Greed Imp mumbled, having come back down from the sensual high of Loona's blowjob had recovered in time to take in the sight of the infamous Daemon sisters Scanty and Kneesocks standing before him. Their thicc,toned bombshell bodies on display in some of the sexiest black bikinis any man would pay to see. The pseudo twins pouting ina way that made them look just too damn cute and sexy at the same time,sighing as they decided enough delaying the inveitable. Striking sensual pin-up poses as they turned and showed themselves off, the looks in their ways making clear that the imp should appreciate the privilige and honour he had before him. After all not many got to see the Daemon sisters like this,as Scanty shook her juicy booty at him while Kneesocks arched her back in a way that made her glorious tits stick out. The crimson knockers and bubble butts shaking and jiggling as the pair cursed themselvesfor their treacherous libidoes. The cameltoes of their swimsuits soaked with their flowing arousal as they blushed,seeing Moxxie's cock twitch and stiffen more than it already was, pre oozing from the tip. It was then the sisters knew, it was show time....*

Despite their earlier sense of annoyance and grievance, the Daemon sisters couldn't help themselves as they found their libidoes made them go with the flow. Their seductive moments akin to bitches in heat courting for the attention of a virile alpha male to which a primal portion of their brains made them link Moxxie to that ideal just from that cock alone. hence why they know found themselves laying on either side of him, double teaming his cock with a fellatio tag team only Scanty and Kneesocks would be capable of. Their green eyes hazy with lust and desire as they outright kissed and made out with one another, tongues twirling and licking the tip, tasting and drinking up the heavy flow of precum as it dazzled their tastebuds. The flavour adding figurative fuel to the fire in their brains, deepthroated moans escaping them as they felt Moxxie not being idle. His quite firm, skilled handds squeezing their asses with sensual massaging caresses, before suddenly making them gasp with masochistic delight s he'd give them the occassional smack and slap. making those crimson red botties jiggle before his fingers teased and prodded their tong clad slits. Unable to keep their sense of shame and dignity as he displayed the reasons Millie would grade her man's lovemaking skills as out of this world as those busy hands slid to directly probe their gushing wet snatches. Making them squirm in ecstasy as they continued to lick and kiss his alpha Imp cock from tip to base, their hands caressing his quite equally impressive balls which they sucked and blew on as well. Their faces glowing pink with erotic blushes as they ceased their tandem blowjob, as they stood up before the Imp, unable to hide their state of horniness as they shifted their swimwear to flash and expose their tits and asses before him, presenting him their dripping wet pussy lips as they displayed their submission to him and awaited his next move. Their sense of pride, any hint of shame,modesty or inhibition cast aside for nothing more than base sexual pleasure. It was no surprise what followed next...

Scanty:"Aaaahhhn,damnation sister....his tongue is so,,aaahn Jesus Mary and Joseph..."*The glasses wearing ponytail toting sister quivered,unable to keep her composure as as Moxxie had his face pressed deep against the chsiony softness of her bubbly,shapely ass.That imp tongue of his slithering around,rimming her anal pucker and lapping away at e sloppy wet snatch. Before she let loose a melodic moan as that slithery muscle suddenly invaded her slit,kissing the entry of her womb. Legs shaking,knees buckling as Moxxie shoed in addition to his hands and dick, he was also quite the maestro at eating a woman out.*

Kneesocks:"How beautiful you sound sister,so depraved...aaahn,are you enjoying yourself as well sir? How does it feel to put this infernal cock of yours where many men can only dream? Aaahn if my cleavage makes you feel this good,I've yet to even think how good the rest of me will feel..."*the waterfall maned sister erotically praised the Imp hitman as she squeeze her crimson titties between that womb hammer of a cock of his. An erotic look of awe on her face as Moxxie grunted,hips pumping as his shaft thrust between the valley of Kneesocks' boobs. Mkaing her sensually kiss and lick the jackhammering tip as pre sprayed on her face.*

Loona of course was ensuring the camera was getting every single bit of this action. Sensually panting as she couldn't help but recall the numerous instances Moxxie rocked her hellish world. Damn could he get intense with the hatefucking for all her putdowns and insults about his supposed weight problem. truth be told the only real fat he had was that veiny piece of devilish heaven currently getting a titfuck from kneesocks. The hellhound moaning and with good reason, as kneeling down right behind her, Millie was also naked and busy eating out her snatch. Proving that Moxxie wasn't the only one between the Imp couple who could please a partner orally. Of course with how often she had Moxxie facefuck her and their kinky sex life of which she was a part of, it made sense she was as good with other women as her man was at fucking them. The wrath farm girl of course was naturally turned on seeing Scanty and Kneesocks fall further into becoming pending erotic addicts for her husband, how could she not be? It just did her sense of esteem good to know she had more than her fair share of reasons to give when some uppity pricks and bitches had the fucking nerve to ask her what she even saw in Moxxie and why she married him. Well that very imp had a few friends with benefits which included a good few succubi not to mention was currently having a threesome with the Daemon sisters, so suck on that shit ya losers!! Is what she'd say if the chance and opportunity presented themselves of course.

Kneesocks:”aaah my darling sister,I’ve seen You wet….*she sensually teased,laying on her front as she massaged Scanty’s thighs, her fsce pressed against her sibling’s snatch as she ate her out. Drinking uo the waterfall flow of her juices as her tongue invaded thst slit with erotic intimacy and familiarity. Scanty unable to reply as Moxxie standing in front of her, grasping her ponytail and single horn as he gave her a deep,hard facefuck. Gagging with masochistic thirst in thst jackhammering length and girth, her glasses askew as hearts glowed in her eyes. Throat bulging as Moxxie’s cock gave her an oral preview of what her and sister would be receiving soon.*

Scanty:”Aaahn,my dear Kneesocks,is he still hard? Where in all of hell did they hide such a man? Aahn this raw ectasy,,,it’s doing such things to us…”*Licking her lips sensually,as she held one of her sister’s legs at 90 degree angle splits,scissoring Kneesocks as she laid on her side,head upside down as Moxxie gave her own facefuck. The compact stud grasping her her horns as her tits bounced hypnotically. The crimson bodies glistening with sweat under the sun as Kneesocks own eyes glowed with pink hearts in her pupils. The pleasure of her dear Scanty rubbing their pussies together as this sexual beast of an imp wore away at their hesitations. Inhibition and shame giving way to raw, primal debauchery.*

Kneesocks:”oooh fuck fuck fuck don’t Stop! Get me pregnant you sex machine!!*the twin horned wild maned sister howled as she shamelessly bounced on Moxxie’s cock. Riding him cowgirl style as Scanty hugged her from behind, groping her bouncing tits as she kissed and licked her neck while the imp grasped her hips. Soaking his lap with her pussy juices as her booty was smacked by those glorious balls of his.*

Scanty:”Fuck fuck fuck, sister, i don’t think we could ever find a man better than this!, I need,no I want his babies!!”*she howled and moaned with abandon as Moxxie fucked her doggy style. Gasping whenever he would smack her ass, coaxing deep throated moans out of her. That is when she wasn’t busy pressing her mouth to Kneesocks’ slit, eating her sloppy wet snatch as her sister made out with Moxxie and had the imp lavish attention on her juicy titties.*

Millie watched on with sinful delight at the pornographic show happening before her. Sitting comfy in Loona’s lap as the hellhound fingered her while the camera continued to do its job. Recording away as it captured each and every single moment of her husband rocking Scanty and Kneesocks’ world. The sisters changing up positions or shifting between one on one to two on one whenever Moxxie finally came. The number of orgasms he had easy to keep track of but they certainly had to work for their desire to taste and feel their wombs fill up with that hot alpha imp cream. The usually uptight naughty Daemon sisters little more than bitches in heat,sexual junkies becoming hooked on Moxxie’s cock. Just as Millie intended, it always paid well to see her man never failed to deliver whether it came to killing or sex. After this, especially soon as she and Loona added herself into the mix, ther was no doubt Scanty and Kneesocks wouldn’t want this to be be just a one off thing. Particularly if they’d be open to the idea of Moxxie leaving a few buns in their oven. Just call her man Mox the Imp-regnator…..

#Sketchfan #Sketchfan85 #sketchfanda #helluva boss #moxxie smut #moxxie #helluva moxxie #helluva millie #millie #moxxie and millie #moxxie helluva boss #millie helluva boss #scanty and kneesocks #scanty daemon #kneesocks daemon #panty and stocking

[beauleifu]

MAKE SYNTAX THE FLIRTY MF WHO USES STUPID PIKC UO LINES THAT JUST END UO MAKING THE READER LAUGH— amd then he’s jsut mesmerized by the fact that he made them laugh that he actually ends up flustering them by just being a love struck idiot

I’m a sucker for that kind of troupe it’s so cute

-🦈

BRO YES

I LOVE THIS IDEA OML

Roughly 2.7k oneshot, EAT UP MATES, little sharky anon yes i will remember that emoji lmao

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: This damn spider. You let him in your house. He finds your weakness. You let him torture you and funny, it's with anything but pain. He's not going to let you live this down, not for a long time. Lo and behold, it's bittersweet chaos and you won't be the same for awhile.

TW: Syntax hauls your ass up lover's lane (just some flirtatious banter), oh and there's language

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Today should've been any normal day.

Should being the operative word here, because any day with a spider demon is never really 'normal'.

You're currently scrapbooking, attempting to plan out your month before the stress of future events gets to you. The idea is a foreign concept; ever since one of your friends mentioned how useful their monthly planner has been to them, you'd decided to try it out. So far, you've gotten properly distracted with doodles and not much with progress.

The soft glow outside is a warm reminder of the sun sinking slowly beyond the city buildings scattered on the west side of Megapolis, casting a pretty sheen across your desk and journal.

You look up for the third time, and by now you're hardly surprised at the scene before you.

Syntax is looking at you strangely, and frankly, it's a little auspicious.

No, like seriously weird. It's not his off-the-rocker normal attitude, no, he's on a different level today. This includes awkward side glances, excited 'lil grins, and hands that won't stop moving. They're in his hair, tapping away on the counter, or entering pointless codes into his tech-watch. A few times you'd even caught him blushing.

You know something is up, yes. Detective little you.

Currently, he's in the kitchen, stashing away the latest groceries you'd went shopping for. Perhaps throwing together a devious plan that confirms your suspicions regarding his behavior.

He says your name.

You look up, expression a perfect picture of one who'd been caught doing something naughty.

Like assuming their partner is up to something along the same lines.

"Y-Yeah? What's up?" You ask, masking the nerves by redirecting your attention to the scrapbook journal. The spider demon shuts the fridge, walking around the kitchen to stand a little ways from you.

"Would you like to make a dinner reservation for tonight?" Syntax hums, eyeing you curiously.

The way he speaks has your fingers curling tighter around the pen in your hand.

Dinner?

Sure, the notion is innocent enough, but you're playing detective right now, aren't you?

So why?

Frowning, you collect the torn shreds of a sheet of paper that you hadn't even realized you'd mutilated and toss them in the little trashcan partnering your leg. "Um. What's the occasion?"

"Occasion? Love, I simply want to enjoy a meal with you in a more professional atmosphere," Syntax offers, tilting his head.

You squint at him. "Uh-huh. What's wrong with take-out?"

Hints of your suspicion finally seep through the cracks. Syntax cocks a brow, matching your slight frown as he steps closer. His movements are small, but have a deep and prologue effect on your nerves as he plants one hand on the desk and stuffs the other in his pocket. It's those simple gestures that get you thinking he's trying to convey something to you. Fighting control over your heart, you look up and lock eyes with the spider demon.

"Take-out? Really, darling," Syntax says, sighing. Warm breath fans your face and suddenly, your cheeks grow hot. "A little bit more of that and you'll have to visit a dietitian for a healthier diet recommendation. What I want is a little variety."

Ah, well, do you feel stupid now. The walls are laughing at the way you'd jumped to a miserable conclusion and won't give the kick your thoughts need to function.

Detective? Nah.

Sherlock is rolling in his grave at your antics.

Tugging at the strings of embarrassment tying in knots around your heart, you clear your throat. "Uh. Yeah, okay. Sounds good."

Syntax blinks. "Really. That fast?"

"You'd just be an asshole if I refused," you deadpan.

The spider demon chuckles, leaning back. "Well, consider me relieved. And, ah . . . should I hope to see a bit more of this submissive behavior further on?" He ads mischievously.

You stare.

SUSPICIOUS.

"No!" You cry, swatting his shoulder and standing up so fast you almost knock the journal from the desk. "Where did that come from??"

"Why? Does it get you riled up?"

"Fuck you, that's why!"

Syntax is grinning like an idiot as you drag him outside. No. He has not won this. You'll fight till you die.

Detective (Y/N) is coming for revenge, yessir.

***

"Noooo, please stop talking!" You gasp, thumping your forehead on the table separating you and your lover. "This isn't fair. You can be an asshole but you can't be a bully!"

Syntax chuckles in disbelief. "I'm not a bully! I was simply giving sage advice on your conversational tactics."

Oh, he'd better be joking.

"Telling me I act like a child trying to socialize with millennials isn't my idea of sage advice!"

A hand finds your arm and gently brushes the sleeve back. Fingers dance along your bare skin, and you fight a shiver crawling up your spine as Syntax hums. "Well, if not that, then you've got a dastardly reputation for gossip going haywire. Replying to news about the loss of a family pet with, 'oh, yeah, that's nice,' doesn't exactly qualify as good conversation material."

Your defense flares up like a trapped animal, but you manage a sarcastic laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "It's not my fault. Sometimes I don't understand but I hate having to ask people to repeat themselves! I would've said something better had I known."

Syntax props his chin on folded hands, amused. "Like what?"

"I dunno, 'I'm sorry for your loss' . . . 'you wanna new pet because you should totally take advantage of the way I use my money right now'," you joke.

Your partner notices the eye roll and snorts; "Mind you, I am not the reason you've been spending money unwisely."

"Are too. I'm a sucker for spoiling assholes."

He smirks at that, seemingly content to just study your features. His eyes follow your jawline, down to the shirt you'd decided to wear today, full of soft curiosity. As though going through all the possible interactions he could have, all the ones he'd want to have. And then, he picks one.

"Well… I think it's adorable."

You glance up, having been staring at the table for a full minute. Syntax smiles lazily as you frown. "Uh-huh. Liar."

Adorable your ass.

The spider demon's expression is alight with excitement. This is what's been nagging at him all day. This is the result of his hair-pulling, blushing mess of a self back home.

"Love, I promise honesty is my best virtue . . . for the time being," he ads, catching your expression. Then, he clears his throat and tries again, his anxiety revealed only by the way he hides his hands. Everything else is soft smiles and smug eyes. "I would never lie to you. It would put a frown to your lovely features, and I'm afraid I can't allow that."

You quirk an eyebrow, heart skipping a beat. Just to spite him, you frown deeply. "Like you're doing a good job of that."

"Hmm. Then tell me, what's your love language?"

"W-What?"

You lean back in your seat, looking around wildly in case anyone heard your idiot. Truth be told, the restaurant he'd taken you to is so full of customers you can hardly hear the family at the table behind yours. So Syntax is playing it smart. His little scheme must not be heard by anyone's ears but yours, and where better to host it than at the busiest restaurant in the city?

Slowly, you feel your cheeks heat up. Fuck him. Royally fuck him.

"I-I don't have a love language," you stutter, looking away and fighting a smile.

Syntax's grin is shark-toothed. "Well, if you're curious to find out your love language, we can have a conversation about it some time."

Ah.

You promptly die.

"Noho, stop! This is so much worse than your assholeriness!"

Your flustered cry certainly brought about some attention to your predicament, given the few waiters and waitresses who glance your way. But they pass by without comment, leaving you to the mercy of your idiot, who's actively confirming what you'd suspected earlier in the day.

"I see," Syntax says thoughtfully, eyes narrowed as he considers which path to take He smirks; "Do you prefer pick-up lines, then?"

You bluster a laugh. "Wha- no. Don't you dare."

"Too late. I've been meaning to try a few that I dug up from the internet," Syntax continues, ignoring your whisper/yelled pleas, eyes flashing with excitement.

"Syntax-"

He looks you up and down. "I swear, someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes."

Oh lord.

You clap a hand over your mouth, trying to suppress the laugh clawing its way upwards. The blush, however, is something you can't hide.

"Bro-"

"You know, I'm surprised the restaurant hasn't asked you to leave yet," the scientist says, eyes sparkling. "You're so beautiful, you're making everyone else look bad."

You cover your face. "NO. That is SO CHEESY."

"Well, you hit the mark. Aren't pick-up lines supposed to be cheesy?"

"You can't do this!" You snort, face breaking into a smile.

He catches it, copies it with amplified intensity, and launches another attack. "I never knew what I wanted in a partner until I me you, love."

"Syntaaaax-"

"I was thinking, after we'd finished here, I'd take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring in your own snacks," Syntax says, voice laced with fondness and pride. His shark-toothed grin widens impeccably when you burst into a fit of laughter, hands covering your face as you burden the backrest of the chair with 75% of your weight. The spider demon's brilliant green eyes relish in all your beauty, and he's somewhat in awe at how easily he's rendered you helpless.

Honestly, his attempts to flirt with you are so cheesy that you can't help it. The groan that leaves your aching lungs after the laugh attack is paired with your arms as you lay your upper body across the table. He's not being fair, and you're obsessed with it.

Then, you make the mistake of meeting his eyes.

Syntax freezes.

"Ah- are you blushing?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and you're left looking as though you'd been caught stealing cookies. "Ah- fuck. No. No!"

"Oh my- you are!" Syntax says, astonished. Wide eyes look you up and down, and his victory only widens his smile. "This is - was I the cause of this?? I-I never thought I-"

You look around wildly; no one's caught wind of your shenanigans. "No! I was only laughing 'cause of how stupid your pick-up lines are," you bluster.

There is no way you'll recover from this anytime soon.

"Darling, if you were a taser, you'd be set to 'stun'," Syntax hums, eyes devouring the way you melt under his words.

"Nooo!"

You're breathless with laughter, eyes blurry with tears as you look up. Syntax's smile is warm and full of awe, as though he can't believe what's happening. "I'd like you see you like this more often, my love," he murmurs, taking your hand in his and tracing your skin with his thumb. Your heart stutters. "Your smile is a remarkable piece of work I wish I could download into my metaphorical database to look at it whenever I like."

Flustered, you're eyes widen. "I- uhm . . . w-won't it get dull, then?"

"I seriously doubt it."

You simply stare, trying to think of something to say to counter him.

But at that moment, footsteps pause by your table, and you're inclined to greet the passerby. Eyes slowly sliding up the stranger who'd stopped, you instantly recognize the trademark orange jacket, the red band in his black hair, and the cheery glint in their eyes. MK. The fucking Monkie Kid. Quickly, you draw your hand out from Syntax's grasp, praying to God MK didn't hear anything.

Your eyes find each other's, and suddenly, the dude you've known for months now breaks into the widest smile you've ever seen.

"No. WAY. Nice to see you here, (Y/N)!"

"Yeaaaah!" You say, standing up. One; you need to hide Syntax from MK's line of sight and two; your plates are clear and it's time to go. "You, too! What're you doing here?"

MK side steps to reveal Mei, the dragon girl who's equally chaotic, and your heart drops a few more inches.

"Oh, just trying out every single food in every restaurant."

Mei flashes a grin. "So far the sushi's best."

"Yeah, glad that was a mutual agreement," MK laughs, running a hand through his hair. Then, his eyes dart behind you, and you realize Syntax had stood up to confront his foes. Not yours, mind you. His.

The dragon girl's eyes slide up, too. "Oh. OH. (Y/N)! Spider demon at six o'clock," she whisper/yells.

"Wha-" You glance over your shoulder to find Syntax giving the fucking evil eye to both your friends. He probably considers the dinner date absolutely wrecked just because the two goofball's existences have been made known. The tension between the three of them is so apparent you can feel it crackling. "Oh. Oh, yeah, um, this is Syntax. You remember, right? I introduced you guys to each other."

Syntax turns his nose upwards. "To my utmost displeasure."

Mei sticks his tongue out at him while MK simply shrivels, taking a step behind the dragon girl. "R-Riiiight. Nice to meet you again, um, mister spider - eurgh - scientist."

While MK mentally hurls, Mei studies the two of you.

At the way Syntax's hand snakes around your waist. You're too late to swat him off, because Mei suddenly blinks, eyes filling with understanding and mischief. A smile spreads slowly across her face. "Wait, are we interrupting something?"

"Huh?" MK ponders, eyes wide.

Mei grabs his arm, shaking it lightly as she beams at him. "Dude, we just interrupted (Y/N)'s date."

A pause.

All four of you stare at each other in turn, until MK breaks it.

"IS THAT WHAT THIS IS-" He points at you, eyes practically stars as he bounces on the spot.

Your hands shoot up to shush him, panic sending a thrill through you. "No! This isn't what it looks like, we're just having dinner - wait that sounds even WORSE-"

By now you've attracted a fair amount of attention from onlookers. Your face flushes deeply and you briefly wish the ground would open up underneath you. But MK and Mei are smirking knowingly, shooting each other eyebrow wiggles that make you literally push them aside to walk past.

Someone catches your arm.

"(Y/N), I hardly think you're being fair to your friends," Syntax hums, eyes flashing with amusement as he tugs you back against him.

You let out a squeak of alarm. "wHA-"

"Are you afraid to admit you've been embarking on a romantic rendezvous with me?" The spider demon says, eyes flashing with an unspoken challenge. But they're warm, so incredibly warm and simply admiring your features.

Mei and MK let out a simultaneous, "OOoooooh!"

Fuck this.

You're taking this elsewhere or you'll stop it right in its dastardly tracks. Customers have been staring for the past two minutes. With an embarrassed huff, you tug at Syntax's sleeve.

"C'mon. Bye, MK, Mei. I'll . . . I'll see you guys later," you grit out, ducking out of view as you pass them.

Mei winks. "Have fun!"

"With a spider demon?" MK whispers; "Bet."

"You're on."

You roll your eyes, glaring at a spot on the floor as you practically drag your idiot out of the restaurant and into the open. Fresh air bathes your face, clearing your thoughts and the congested ocean of emotions they'd been suffocating in. For a moment you stand there, ignoring the people walking by, and simply breathing.

Dinner date gone wrong. Or did it? Sure, it was embarrassing, but it was fun and your heart swells.

Someone taps your shoulder. You know who it is before you turn.

"My hand is feeling a bit heavy," Syntax says softly, eyes locked on your face. He cracks a small smile that says everything. "Care to hold it for me?"

You blush. "You don't have to ask, y'know."

"Well, then." Fingers lace through yours, squeezing gently. Megapolis seems less cold with Syntax around. "I'll remember that."

"You'd better."

#can't forget reader is a potty mouth #guys it didnt spell check me for assholeriness #ITS A WORD #lmk #lego monkie kid #oneshot #lmk oneshot #lmk syntax #syntax x reader #fluff #comedy #romantic #syntax is a terrible flirt #thats YOUR opinion #/j #lmk mk #lmk mei #lmk qi xiaotian #thanks for the ask!

[canyonkingdom]

you're all going to hell two

(chapter 2, part 1)

tw: mentions of $u|c|d3, murder, invasion of privacy,

"Mickey's dead?"

Lifty's innocent voice shriveled up.

"...Yes." Terry said blankly.

The port was dead silent.

"As if you guys actually cared about that man." Camp commented negatively, polishing his newly furnished caterpillar house. "He was so forgettable-"

"Yeah, but he didn't deserve to die." Lifty lamented. "I mean, die in that way."

"It's possible he killed himself?" Terry questioned as he kept loading Lifty's forklift with boxes. "It's his cement mixer after all."

"He's an asshole. What kind of asshole would want to commit suicide if they're so full of themselves?" Camp retorted back.

"Then someone killed him..." Lifty eloped.

"Of course someone killed him, idiot!" Camp shouted back in shock of the utter stupidity. "I just don't know who..."

"You can't make a response yet." Terry said. "There's barely any evidence to work with-"

"It's not a suicide." Camp reassured.

"I don't want to believe the your word, Camp," Terry followed after, grief stricken in his voice. "It's just... shocking."

Lifty's eyes glowed. "We could investigate the case more! We could ask more questions to Spooky-"

"It's not the right time, Lifty. The man's traumatized as fuck." Camp stated almost immediately, making Lifty's happiness die down. "He already played his part, and we're not specialists at this type of case!"

"But I heard that-"

"Let;s just get back to work." Terry quipped, a smile on his face. "Lifty, bring them to the trailer."

Lifty pouted, but he followed orders. He kept the forklift going.

Camp put the towel down, looking at the orange sky.

"It's not a suicide." he repeated.

It was silent.

"The funeral service is at Tuesday morning." Max unhappily said.

The construction crew was filled with sadness and dread and everyone was a mourning mess.

Well,

expet Poke and Bruner.

They blankly stared at Mickey's dead, grayish, cemented body under the glass of the casket.

"You shouldn't have followed us, bitch." Bruner forced a laugh, but it ended in pity.

Poke glanced at the other man with sad eyes. He tapped Bruner's shoulder.

"We need to talk."

Bruner hissed, eyeing the coffin. The two solemnly went outside. They glanced upon the faces locoed with despair and sadness.

"We should tell them." Poke gestured.

Bruner didn't answer. A pang of survivor's guilt hit the two like a shockwave, but Bruner was still shaken uo from the events.

"Oh, there you guys are!" Mr. Builder's raspy voice was easy to recognize. Both people looked up to see their boss. "Gonna leave now?"

"...No." Bruner said straighforward. "We're just looking for... a breath of fresh air."

Mr. Builder's smile was of sadness. "It hits hard, y'know? One day you're having the time of your life, the next day we're doing with funeral preparations." He let out a depressed sigh.

Bruner wanted to say sorry so bad.

Camp atayed awake most nights, but this was for an unusual reason.

"Lifty," he whispered, shaking the young worker from his premature sleep. "Lifty!" he repeated.

Lifty opened his eyes groggily. "Eugh... why?" he asked.

"My trailer's down, can I please use your forklift?"

Lifty blinked the sleepiness in his system. "But why? Can't you... just use Terry's?"

Camp sighed. "Do you really think I would walk a mile to his house?"

"Yes?" Lifty fathomed, rubbing his eyes before yawning. "You're fit and healthy. I live off of food stamps and coke-"

"Just let me borrow the forklift." Camp jeered, "Please."

"O- ok." Lifty finally answered. "But you could've just called me-"

"I don't have your number." Camp immediately said as the smile in his face grew. "Thanks." he highlighted as he left the room, leaving Lifty basking in the dark.

It was incredibly weird driving a forklift at night, but Camp didn't care. He only cared for the truth.

He stopped at Spooky's house, the array of tires was enough for him to recognize it. He jumped down the forklift and scanned the area.

"Hello?" he sing-songed.

The door creaked open.

"Camp?"

Camp smiled underneath his pain. "Oh, hi! Can I talk to you?"

Spooky hesistated, his hands clutching the door. "About- about what?"

Camp was on thin ice. "Mickey's death."

Spooky felt his stomach drop. "Why?" he asked.

"I need an explanation."

Spooky sighed, pulling the door open. "Come in." he said, his mouth dry. He left Camp oggling for information.

Camp took his time, admiring the vintage, yet incredible aesthetic of the mud staining his walls. He grimaced at the sight of dirty stools, but he sat anyways. His meter for gossip was up the roof.

"So?" Camp started.

Spooky quivered. "It was scary, man."

Half of Camp's being regretted the invasion of privacy, but deep inside he knows he can solve this.

"I could- I could hear him screaming under all that cement." his voice shaked terribly.

Camp pressed his lips in a thin line. "Did you notice anything?"

"Red lights."

Camp's ears perked up.

"I saw read lights." Spooky said, "I told Poli about them but... but he just brushed it off." Camp raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" he was as confused as Spooky.

Spooky shivered. "Please stop talking about it."

Camp's lips pressed into a thin line. A pang of guilt engulfed him, yet he still wanted to continue asking questions.

"I'm-" Camp eloped. "I'll stop."

Bitterness fumed in his mind.

When he left Spooky's house, he still wanted answers. His palms were sweating as he thought of the red lights Spooky talked about, how the rescue team dismissed their existence, not even thinking about it further.

Yet one thing he can say is that it wasn't a suicide.

He felt tearing up as he returned the forklift to Lifty's apartment.

-///-

part 2 releasing shortly after, maybe, maybe...

camp's a fucking idiot and we all know it but he's gonna be alive for a VERY long time

#robocar poli #robocar poli fandom #robocar poli au #part 1/2 #you're all going to hell au #rip mickey #camp our mini detective #or homewrecker #your choice #part two will be longer and more gruesome

[smallestapplin]

If this isn't in your wheelhouse, feel free to ignore my rambling self. I had a few thoughts. I am a sucker for anything Warden Ingo. I haven't seen anything about the reader confessing to him. It's always confessing to the submas twins or him confessing to reader. Also seeing the once stoic, professional warden suddenly turning into a blushing babbling mess around the reader has got to be garnering some fun reactions from the people around him, both of amusement and concern.

You’re absolutely right. Let’s change that! I completely fucked this uo but I was too far gone with writing it 😭😔

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Being the hero of Hisui has it ups and downs.

Luckily for you, you found a home within the pearl clan warden, Ingo. You and the warden aren’t originally from Hisui or the time era, and found comfort with each other.

He’s helped you through so much. He’s your closest friend, someone you can turn to whenever you need, and someone you can easily joke with.

You heard from Gaeric that, after all of them had been barred from seeing you, that Ingo was the most distraught, apparently from what you were told, Ingo was fighting back tears when Irida refused to let him see you.

Which lead to you awkwardly having to tell the blue haired man that no, you and Ingo weren’t courting, who swore you two were from his fellow warden’s reaction.

But that had you thinking.

You thought about the countless late nights you and Ingo would share, talking quietly in the wilderness, taking in the beauty of the moonlight, talking about whatever you two could think of.

You thought about the countless times Ingo would join you for dinner, he’d always insist he help you, leaving you two giggling and covered in food from a food fight.

You flush at the thought of all those times he had sat so close to you, looking at you like you hung the moon and stars for him.

You’ve had feelings for the rugged warden for a while, but Gaeric’s words were the push you needed to set a plan into motion.

You’re going to confess your love for Ingo!

And the plan is simple.

“I apologize for being late.”

“You’re not late, you’re right on time! You got a pretty good internal clock Ingo, so don’t beat yourself up.”

“May I ask where we are heading at so late?” The warden tilts his head as you fix up your satchel.

“Yeah! I was thinking we could head to this nice place in the fieldlands. There is this really nice flowery spot that is perfect for star gazing.” You smile, excited to finally be taking him there.

You don’t miss how his expression softens.

“Well then, full steam ahead! All aboard!”

You chuckle and take his hand in yours, happily talking away about how you came across that spot and dragging him.

He looks away before looking to where your hands. His heart flutters, he can’t believe you’re actually holding his hand. But he chalks it up to you being excited.

Once you two got to the floral spot, you both laid down in the center of the flowers.

“This place is lovely, where did you find this?”

You perk up a little “oh! I found it while looking for Shaymin. What? Don’t look at me like that!”

“Terribly sorry but I seem to forget you catch such rare creatures.”

You rolled to your side so you could face. You can’t help but smile at him, the moonlight gives him the perfect glow, his hardened features look less so right now, he looks so content staring at the night sky.

Those beautiful mercury eyes move and lock with yours.

“Everything alright?”

“Can I confess something to you?”

You quietly chuckle at the confusion and worry in his eyes.

“Nothing bad I promise…or hope.”

You sit up and take a deep breath. You turn to face him, he too sits up.

Before he can say anything you take a hold of his hand once more.

“Ingo, you’ve been nothing but kind to me since I got here, even going as far as to become my closest friend. I can go to you for anything and you go along with my dumb ideas.”

“I wasn’t going to let you try and tackle that Alpha Gibite to wrestle it.”

You both laugh at the dumb but fond memory.

You gently squeeze his hand.

“I wanted to tell you, I…I want to court you, date you, romance you, I want to be by your side as your partner, if you’d let me.”

You stammer a bit, trying to steel your nerves.

But you feel confident when you see the warden’s eyes widen and face darken heavily with a blush.

“I-I- oh my, I.”

Ingo covers his face with his free hand before using his hat to shield him from your gaze, his body shakes at how overwhelmed with emotion he is.

“Ingo?” You squeeze his hand again, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“I do, I mean, I want the same, I-I wasn’t prepared for this, I’m sorry, I want.” He takes a shaky breath “I want to court you too, you mean the world to me.”

He lifts his hat just a bit to look at you. His alabaster eyes shimmering with love and unshed tears, his face to the tips of his ears are a bright red, only worsening when you smile so brightly at him.

“Thank you, I promise you won’t regret it!”

You yank him close to you, laughing when he lets out a short scream as he lands on top of you, his head laying on your chest.

You tenderly stroke his silver hair, humming contently at cuddling your now lover.

Ingo hides his face into the side of your neck, hoping to hide how much all of this has affected him.

But you can feel the warmth from his blush. Not that you’d tell him, maybe just to save him for a little more embarrassment.

#long post #warden ingo #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon fluff #pokemon fanfic #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon submas

[chuthulhu-reads]

[ID: a page from Fruits Basket. All of the panels are thin, tall panels that are just slightly offset from vertical so they eye almost rotates down to the bottom corner of the page. The first panel has a formless, undetailed background of flowing tones, over which Tohru is thinking, "...hurt so much? Like it's being torn apart." The second panel is a fuzzy reprint of previous panels, with Tohru looking at Uo's back as she sits on her desk, as Tohru thinks, "is it because my outrageous wish... is so disheartening?" The third panel shows an image of Kyoko, bruised and bandaged, dead or dying in the hospital, as Tohru thinks, "is it because I know... that some wishes... don't come true?" The last three words are over the fourth panel of Momiji standing in his room, holding his violin and looking up. It's pitch-black outside, though there's a patchy glow around Momiji, Tohru's thoughts, and flats of flowers fill the panel above him. The fifth panel shows Momiji's eyes closed, his hair lifting as he turns his head, probably beginning to play the violin. The last panel is a small triangle in the corner, pitch-black aside from a tiny spot of light and Tohru thinking, "Even so..." End ID.]

Auuugh. Somethinga bout Takaya's panel composition always just gets me. Something about this conveys the way Tohru and Momiji's thoughts and feelings, about holding onto wishes that they know can't come true, echo and flow into each other. They know, and they're wishing anyway. It's so beautiful and sad.

#Fruits Basket #Furuba

[shaswammy]

on twitter (eviixisuma) ive been obsessing iver a property police brothers au that my friend (thirdiife) made . during this i accidentally thought of the most horrific angst.

backstory- martyn is 21 and jimmy is 14, martyn is off leaving to Evo, and jimmy BEGS to go with, not wanting ti be alone. he’d be fine. him and his brother were orphanced when martyn was 12 and he was 5, everything would be fine. until it wasnt.

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watchers, listeners, these beings nibidy had seen for many millennium were shiwing uo and they were. mad, to say the least. everyone fled the server. jimmy was caught under a wooden building falling- nobody helped him. jimmy crawled out and saw a barren wasteland- nobody was there with him. jimmy found the portal- used. he heard something falling behind him which knocked him diwn and felt like daggers cut through his back- but it didnt his him- it didnt his body.

wings. he had beeb turned into a listener.

back home, martyn found an old ender porter. it’d been a few months since evo. he had reunited with bigb and netty and grian- no sign of jimmy. grian and pearl were off on their own adventure for their own server, bigb too, and none of them had seen martyns brother.

it had only been a year. jimmy was 15. had martyn left his 15 year old brother to die?

he jolted as he heard a trap door- for the ender porter- activate. one of his dogs had pushed it. before his eyes the purple glow of an endermans teleport shone bright.

his brother knelt before him. long, scraggly blonde hair that was ince short and pristine, his plait far too overgrown and huge neon green wings pertruded from his back and face. gunk was stuck in them, he hadnt known how to preen, let alone what preening was.

his hands moved across the fimiliar floor of his childhood home. martyn saw drops of water fall from where he assumed his brithers eyes to be. martyn stood still abd desolate. jimmy stood up tall.

jimmy thrned to look at his ‘brother’- he didnt think martyn was worthy of his familial title. what were once besutiful pale blue eyes were now a deep, brooding dark blue with neon green swirls in the middle. martyn hadnt even noticed the neon green streaked pattern in his brothers hair.

“you. you left- you left me,” jimmys voice cracked and wobbled. it was deeper, now, and he had small patches of facial hair. “you left me to die. i- you- you monster.” jimmy spoke, eyes red and puffy. he had cried all day, every day, for so long.

“i thiught you had died! i’m beyond happy youre okay!” martyn exclaimed, his eyes watering up as he forced a sad smile.

“no. no you dint get that. you never cared, did you?”

“..what?”

“you forgot me. and left me, you encouraged your friends to leave over your damn kid brother!”

“i hasnt realized you werent there, its not my fault!”

“the fault is that you forgot.”

“…”

martyn stood silent. jimmy continued.

“if you had thought to thrn around, youd see me. i broke my arm and i got stuck under a pile of wood. it was your negligence thag did this.”

martyn didnt feel guilty.

he didnt know why.

he was guilty.

why didnt he feel guilty?

“maybe youre just,” martyn stepped closer, “being ungrateful. ive done everything for you- i was robbed of my childhood because of you, you’ve no right to accuse me of neglecting you, james.”

it had been years since someone said his name.

his full name.

jimmy threw his fist at martyns face.

#property police #minecraft evolution #mc evolution #martyn littlewood #itlw #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming

[highness-fangs]

what are your headcanons for Mel, Eris, and Tess’s listeners

I'M SOO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, I DON'T LIKE EM LOTS SO IT'S SO HARD TO LISTEN TO THEM 😭😭

Looookkkk, i don't have mommy issues, i don't listen to eris lots but let's do this

ES Hcs part 2 secondary pen edition

1.Hellhound

-an only child

-rich family

-That bitch is latino, ok? So they know spanish, and their cooking is just chefs kiss

-spoils mel at every chance they get

-since Hellhounds have 3 heads in their animal form, there are 3 voices talking in their head in their human form, so constant headaches and arguments, they only quiet down around mel

^ will some times say "shut up bitches!,I'm trying to work over here!" at random

^^they did it once when bb was by their side, they almost broke into a fight

-big ass eyeliner, and they do it perfectly, mel is so jealous

-speaking of jealousy, they get super protective of mel when people try to hit on her, will come over to the bar and ask for ask for kisses

^whines of they didn't get kisses

-has a thing for accents obv

-is so clingy and cuddly, can't wait to go home and cuddle with mel

2.Windy

-youngest child, while tess is an oldest daughter, so childish banter all the time

-they miss their life as a human but they won't trade what they have (tess) for the world

-would burn they world for tess

-so obsessed with her

-reckless asf

-actually suicidal

-We know that they n tess are over 50 years old, so yeah, their clothing style is old money but on the dark side

-very insecure about themselves, they're pretty sure one day tess will just up and leave them

-see how Hellhound does their eyeliner? Yeah they have that naturally bc of their powers

-30 years ago or so, tess tried dating around, every single person she had a liking or went out on a date with, is missing under Mysterious circumstances, tess doesn't know that though

-was working in a hair salon before they were turned, so they take care oc tess' hair

-they LOVE cats, pets each one they see in the streets, cats remind them of tess

-they were done fighting some bear shifter once, they cracked their skull and took like a quarter (from under the eyes up to the temple) and uses it in their costume

^their eyes glow so you can only see the light of the eye covered by the skull, tess told them it's creepy as hell, they told her that's the point

-they were so glad that their human eye color returned when it did

3.demon (i barely listened to this once, last year)

-rich mf

-they only smile around eris

-mommy issues

^(nsfw) therefore a mommy kink

-if you touch their tail/horns, they will either purr,or rip your hand off your arm there is bo in between

-very black/white mentality, they don't understand the rehabilitation process, despite being the one who roped eris into it

^they did it in hopes to understand it, it didn't work

-they train alot, even more with eris

^(NSFW) it ends up with them a moaning mess, as eris goes down on them

-very good at hiding emotions

^when they were dating the first time, eris had difficulty to figure them uo, take her DAYS just to have a clue, now she reads them like an open book

-they float alot, so instead of sitting they'll be laying on air,stomach down, near eris' shoulder as they talk

-brings her flowers everyday

-when they n eris broke up the first time, they fell into a depression up until she took them back

-they met tess and wendy wayy back before the pen

^they don't like tess n wendy, they have not explanation as to why, they just don't

That took longer them expected but i had fun

Again I'm sorry about the late reply, thoae are not my first choice when i open the channel, I'm an iris girl, a nyx girly, they're so underrated:')

#eris serenity #eris serenity asmr #eris serenity eris #Eris serenity tess #Eris serenity mel #Eris serenity Hellhound #Eris serenity wendy #Eris serenity demon

[hazbinficsandstuff-eyeshadow]

Prologue:

Two planets both alike in dignity. The one seemed like a hellscape from the outside and to be fair the closer you got it didn't get much better in terms of looks however the people there liked it like that. The other planet, “insert name* thought that due to its look the people that inhabited it were filthy and awful people especially compared to them. Their planet appeared spotless with buildings of diamonds and modernity. They both thought ill of each other. Charlie Mornigstar ruler of the first planet, Junio didn't really consider herself a ruler and more as a protector. Charlie loved her people with all her heart but she was alone. On the planet Heras it was ruled by two instead of one, Lute and Adam. They had worked their way to the top, well, mostly Lute did. Adam did make most of the decisions although Lute was the only female opinion he gave the slightest concern towards. While the place looked modern the way that females were treated were the exact opposite of modern. These two weren't the only planets that interacted with eachother however for enemies they seemed to engage with each other the most, weird isn't it.

Chapter : A change

In Junion lied Charlie, alone. Om her skin she flet nothing but the blankets heavy fabric weighing over her. It had been so long sense she experienced connection. She then heard a loud crash outside, A turf-War. People here were usually really kinf but as anywhere all fights and arguments were impossible to avoid fully. Charlie sluggishly rolled out of bed and dragged herself to the front door. When she got there she was surprised To find no conflict. Three people stand there, two shaking hands with smoke blowing uo behind them. Another a tall man dressed in red who wore a bright smile. His skin tone and the way he illuminated made him appear to be from the Lunar colony. Charlie is mesmerized by his glowing appearance. They both walk Up to eachother

“ Did you jsut settle that yourself?” Charlie asks they mysterious Moon man.

He answers back “ why, yes, I did, does that impress you?” He said with a smug grin.

“ actually, yes, how'd you do it?”

“People are simple, they like to think their complex but you understand even the basics of psychology and even thr most ‘complex’ of situations can be solved, sometimes all it takes is a handshake” he replies as he reaches out for Charlie's hand holding it in Front of her. Charlie Slowly reaches out for his hand not because she's scared but rather Because it's been so long since she experienced touch especially after her fatehrs death. As Charlie continued moving her hand closer Alastor got impatient and quickly grabbed it shaking It vigorously. “ pleased to be meeting you princess Charlie, the names Alastor”. Charlie held up her hand as she felt the new sensations of touch run through her fingers.

“Alastor, how would you like to stay here”. Alastor was estatic he had gotten exactly What he wanted. He wants Power control and to be on top. Befriending the princess of hell was probably the easiest way to do that. As soon as he could get close enough to the princess he could take her out and he'd finally Be free. if he could just get his hands on her he could finally unleash the chains. If he failed he would die. This is the one shot at freedom he has and is determined to nit mess it up. He hummed as he stored his Chin and acted as if he was pondering. He likes to keep people on their toes even though he's someone Who's always extremely sure of himself.” Well I suppose I could stay and help you with a few things”. “Oh thank you alastor you won't regret this”. Charlie cried out as she wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him aggressively Alastors body and arms went stiff at the gesture.He wasn't used to pyschial touch most people thought that due to his demeanor he hated it but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Its been awhile since he's experienced any kind of compassion or affection at least to this degree. He used to have heartfelt interactions with his dear friend Rosie that he enjoyed but she'd been busy managing one of The Lunar colonies And they didn't get to see eachother that much. He would have reciprocated and held her back, at least do he could get her to trust him enough for his plan, but the sudden Suprie of human emotion Just left him there, motionless. “Umm, Well is there anything you need you need help with at the moment?” Alastor asked. Usually he'd never stutter or use Filler words like “umm” or “like. It ruined his perfect on top of the world persona that he wanted and did Display. He punished himself in hus head for such trivial Imperfections. Although to him any Imperfection might as well be the end, same reason he stitched his mouth into a smile. The stitches Were even sewn perfectly The only reason he was aware of them was because he was there when he gave stitched it. A chivel At that perfect image would make him crumble. “If you want to do anything I have a list on the fridge I'll give you first pick sense you're helping me, Oh wait you Just got here, don't you wanna go to Your room and get settled first?”

“Oh, you meant like stay here?”

“Yes, if you want I assume you're from one Of the Lunar colonies so I wouldn't want you to have to travel to far Everyday. I can show you to your room If you want?”

“Why I do suppose it would be umm difficult To travel So far everyday to help you”. Charlie then walked alastor Up to his room and left him to get used to the new setting. Alastor layed down and snapped his bags into The room. He could have just telephoned Everyday but his power was getting weaker and the princess doesn't have To know it. If he stayed here he cab Aldo get closer To the princess then Just helping her out everyday. While he feels remorseful for having to do such a thing to such a kind he soul he knows it has to be done. He's alone and can finally gather himself and pick himself back up to perfection. As he lied down sinking into the mattress, the pain Started lessening, not completely gone by any means but his pain was now bearable instead of the excruciating Experience he usually had. No one, not even God heard his screams of pain. Anyone else living through This would have () and so did alastor but with his dear he couldn't even get rid of the Pain he was in, he was trapped but this was usual and he did feel the comfort draped over him and fell Asleep comfortably. Charlie walked in the living room heading to bed she was so Exhausted she felt like she was about to collapse. All she did was lay in bed all day and she was still exhausted. Her brain tended to keep her up late. Charlie felt as if she couldn't walk anymore and then plopped onto the couch stretching her limbs out and almost immediately falling asleep. Keekee curled up on Charlie's Back ad she snored not even out of her formal attire.

#charlastor #queer platonic relationship #platonic alastor #fanfic #fanfiction #hazbin hotel #helluva verse #onesided charlastor #au #alastor aroace #alastor #Charlie #Charlie angst #lonely Charlie #fluff #Platonic #touch starved #lonely #depression #adhd #hug #falling asleep #sleep #aroace #alastor fanfiction #what did i just write