Temporal Goddess

“...Did you see them..? He doesn’t open his eyes for very long..but when he wakes up, you might catch a glimpse or two.. He has your eyes..I think he has your cheeks, too..”

      She was tired, most definitely--but until she had to, she didn’t want to sleep. She had her peace sitting by her side, and a bundle of joy in her arms between them--she couldn’t think of anywhere else she’d want to be, right now..but it certainly wasn’t some dream. Still, as she brushed at the fuzzy baby locks on the top of his head, she couldn’t help but feel like she was still living in one. These past nine months had felt like a dream--a wish that was finally coming true.

“...I can’t wait for everyone to meet you...”

It's a little late, and he's pretty sure after all the shit Auntie probably doesn't want anything from him but that wasn't stopping Butch. Before even making it to her door, Auntie could probably see a giant jet-stream blast of dark green light dash away from her home and once she opened her door she'd be greeted with a basket full of microwave burritos and a shitty card. Inside said card was his ever shitty chicken scratch handwriting stating 'Im sorry ma' with a snail drawn at the bottom, and a 'Happy ma's day' written beneath the snail.

      She sees the stream of dark green zipping away in the sky, and she feels her chest tighten.

“Butch...”

      She was surprised he’d been outside her home at all, and even more so that he’d left gifts on the front porch. The basket makes her smile--yes, only Butch would gift her something like this..still, it was loved and appreciated--but the card...

      The card reduces her to tears. A hand is brought up to cover her mouth as they build up and spill over, but behind her hand she is still smiling. For the longest time, Butch refused to acknowledge her as a mother figure, unlike Brick and Boomer. She’d never understood why, as she’d never been given a reason, but she’d accepted it even still, and had stepped away to give him space. Sometimes, people just..didn’t want some lady with no blood ties to act like she was related to them..

      This card, however, seemed to state that he’d come to accept her, now. Truly, such a message was the best gift he could have given her.

      The shrill scream might very well match the yelp she just gave in response to the card spontaneously combusting, which she then immediately drops (sorry brooke!). It was such a cute card, too...at least she’s committed what it said to memory..

      The new envelope causes an eyebrow to raise, before she opens it and sees the locket. Opening said locket and reading the message, she can feel her eyes start to water. Even if she couldn’t see him, anymore, to know that Brick was still thinking of her made her heart tremble.

“Thank you...”

Auntie will wake up today to find a small card placed neatly in her inbox. 

      She’s surprised to find the small card in her mailbox, but what’s written inside brings a smile to her face--how cute..

//This is three days late but PRETEND PRETEND WITH ALL YOUR HEART THAT IT’S ACTUALLY POSTED ON HER BIRTHDAY

      There’s not a single one of the messages on the little notes that doesn’t get her to smile or giggle–a couple of them even bring a little pink to her cheeks.. She’s following them around the room, not quite picking up on some of the change in style and decor until she comes across the crown of gears.

      Surprised and..somewhat confused, she takes another look around the room, finally noting how her bedroom now seemed to have taken on a look similar to that of a castle’s…why was that? That was probably a question best directed to the boy who had likely set everything up–and knowing him, the answer was going to leave her red and speechless.. Adding the crown of gears to her wardrobifier, she took one final look around the room (and reread one particularly sweet note) before leaving the room to find her fiance.

@fxturetier

After searching for awhile casually finding Ariel on his daily stroll Tempest goes  to be next to her, awkwardly side glancing in her direction before manning up and speaking out.

“Hey, Arichii, somethings on yer mind. Not that I wanna pry or anythin but anythin you wanna walk about?”

      She’d been trying not to let this bother her too much. She’d especially tried to not let it show that it was bothering her.. She’d failed in both aspects, however..much like her other current failures--the ones that were making her tense and upset..

“It’s..nothing.” Arichii...how long was he going to keep using that little nickname? Not like she was really complaining, but.. “It’s silly that it’s bothering me at all..it’s just...”

      It had been a long time since they’d stopped long enough to explore a universe. Normally, they took to taking only long enough to plant their influence before breaking the universe and moving on..

      However, there was something about this current universe that had managed to catch their attention--like a ping! on a radar that was just different enough from the others... Something living in this universe just wasn’t quite..normal. In a way, it was almost..kindred--it was as if one of their own had branched out and was now being hosted by another being. Of course, this was impossible, and was likely just due to parallel dimensions, or events strictly relative to this universe, alone. At least, that’s what they believed to be true.Though they were happy to use their old host’s body for their own purposes until the end of time, it was impossible for them to leave the body now--not without doing some amount of damage to themselves, at least.

      Floating across the sky in search of this familiar creature, the gods whispered among themselves, theorizing on what they were going to find at the end of this little rabbit hole. Their aura flickered itself to life every now and again, reaching out and manifesting to check the distance from themselves and their target, as if tasting the air for its presence.. They cared not if any living creature were to see them doing so, except for the apparent kin.. Should anyone or anything get in the way, they had no qualms with eradicating the existence of the obstacle.

      Finally locating the area in which their target resided, they landed on the ground, switching from flying to walking in order to find their target, eventually locating it..a twisted, pleased expression pulling itself onto their face at the sight of it--no, him? How interesting...

☾ ⋮ ⋇  ♆  ⋇ ⋮ ☽ Had the world not been SPINNING so much; he would have been able to see. He would have been able to see the angel that graced —— or rather cursed him with her presence. Oh, poor Oreo was just so scared of the ethereal ! Yet he was so out of it, he can’t even tell left from right !

          ’ —— Nnnn —— ’

          ’ —— W-Wh ——- who ? ’

          At least he’s forming words.

      She didn’t want to make him afraid--though she’d been clued in by his partner on exactly why he was afraid of angels like herself. Past experiences with her kind (or, those who claimed to be part of her kind) hadn’t been pleasant, to say the least. On top of that was the general idea that angels were holy beings..and that likely didn’t sit well with someone who could be gravely hurt by those who were holy...

      It’s because of this that she fights with herself, debating whether she should help him or keep away. On one hand, if she stayed and helped him, perhaps it could give him evidence that she had no plans to harm him, and he might grow more comfortable with her presence. On the other hand, however, was the possibility that he would panic once he focused and realized who she was.

“I..”

      It was rude to stare--this wasn’t something she’d forgotten. However, she’s continually catching herself peer at this particular ink demon. There was something about him that seemed familiar--not in the way that she knew him, personally, but something more..spiritual than that. Every living being had some form of aura surrounding their soul, and she was only know beginning to draw parallels to Savior’s aura and the aura of another she’d recently come to know.

      Oh, dear..seems he came down much quicker than she thought he would. Then again, from what she understood, it was one puff and done for him...

“Ah..oh, my..”

[MMD] || My Saving Grace

by  Hungry1Panda

    Great— so both Drew & miss angel have put down the ban hammer on fun for her. Fine, fine— she’ll just… watch or something. Jeez.

     ‘ …Fine… ’

      She looked so pitiful, now..it was almost like a child, in a way. She really felt the need to protect these two, now..

    “ BUT OREO DID IT———— IT’S NOT FAAAIR— !!! ”

Annabel LeBlanc, literal three year old lost soul everybody— just look at her pout, all melty n’ dramatic. You’re not her mom— you can’t stop her— except, you kind of can, but—– heck !!!

      Glances over at Oreo...yeah, no.