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Optimus looks up as she enters and offers a smile. It falls at the urgency in her tone, and his gaze softens a moment before becoming more serious.

"Of course I do, Tetra. What is it? Is everything alright?"

Oh things were tense in the house at the beginning. It was made extra awkward by the fact Elov actually asked Lesley to let Wallace stay with him while he was at the hospital.

It did quickly de-escalate from their first meeting because Wallace got a hold of his medication and plunged into depression after coming back to his senses, so the hostility kind of died down at this moment. Actually, if it wasn't for Elov forbidding him from killing Wallace, Lesley would probably have put him down like a sick dog at this point.

I'm glad that at least two separate people know who this blog is Really about. chawwie 💞💞 wife... 🥰 okay folks pack it up ship meme's closed I've talked about my two absolutest most favoritest characters we can move on now (THIS IS A JOKE please feel free to send me more if anyone wants, I would be super excited to keep doing this with any other characters!!)

clearly I love talking about Charlie ships because this got sort of long so I'll cut it right after the first and most obvious answer ...

OTP - charcifer, always and forever. they were the reason I watched the show thanks to a recommendation from a friend that basically went "hey Poe, you should watch hazbin hotel, Charlie and Lucifer are kinda weird about each other and it might be relevant to your daddaughter interests" and wouldn't you know it, they were right! their similarities — both visually and in their personalities — make me feel fucking feral. I love how utterly devoted Lucifer is to her and how he's got an absolutely shit way of showing it because a history of emotional neglect makes the incest porn that much sweeter. there's size difference. there's musical theatre. there's suicidal ideation. they like to be nuzzle their faces together sitting on Lucifer's bed but also Charlie would rather die than ask him for help. charcifer is like a designer drug formulated specifically to hit my id. they couldn't have made it more relevant to my interests if they'd tried.

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐠𝐞𝐦   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬   𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝   𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤,   a   posture   uncharacteristically   inelegant.   one   hand   spun   around   a   miniature   wand   meant   to   simply   help   her   focus   while   the   other   rested   against   her   forehead.   an   attempt   to   contain   the   irritation   threatening   to   fracture   her   composure   was   letting   out   a   heavy   sigh   to   release   the   tension   yet   that   wasn’t   enough   to   fully   simmer   her   down.   holographic   fragments   of   science   ⸻   her   science   ⸻   stuttered   in   front   of   her   ;   the   puzzle   pieces   were   all   there   yet   were   refusing   to   fit   &   match.   she   had   created   multiple   simulated   universes   from   scratch   many   times   before   with   little   to   nothing   to   go   off   on   but,   for   one   reason   or   another,   this   one   single   phenomenon   had   kept   her   stumped.   

surely,   this   couldn’t   be   that   difficult   .   .   .   could   it?

“   are   you   alright . . .   ?   ” — @stalwartembers

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐨𝐟   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞   𝐝𝐢𝐝   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐲   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐚𝐧   𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡   ⸻   the   question   hanging   in   the   air   like   an   insult   dressed   in   concern.   lips   sealed   further   shut,   amethyst   eyes   sharpened,   &   the   tension   in   the   air   grew   heavy   enough   to   almost   suffocate.   herta   stopped   spinning   her   wand,   the   grip   on   it   tight   enough   to   turn   knuckles   white,   as   she   remained   locked   onto   the   fragmented   strings   of   foreign   logic   suspended   before   her.   for   days   after   his   involvement   against   his   will,   she   had   been   studying   kirito’s   code   which   continuously   failed   to   translate   into   a   language   she   could   understand.   it   did   not   behave,   it   did   not   yield,   it   merely   stared   at   her   straight   to   her   face   with   an   imaginary   mockery   that   she   took   much   offense   in.

&   for   a   moment,   there   was   silence   ⸻   stillness   that   felt   all   too   dangerous.

❝   the   variable   checks   on   the   observer   ⸻   how   quaint.   ❞   

𝐚𝐭   𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭,   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬   𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐢𝐜𝐲   𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬,   brittle   irritation   evident   &   known.   the   purple   witch   made   the   move   to   turn   her   head   slightly   to   look   towards   the   anomaly   that   kept   her   up   at   night,   studying   him   like   he   was   not   meant   to   be   “alive”.   the   wrinkles   in   her   furrowed   brows   increased   at   his   appearance   as   if   the   walking   contradiction   purposely   was   in   her   quarters   to   laugh   at   her   &   step   on   her   authority.   but   it   was   then   that   her   neurological   pathways   cleared   for   reason   to   transpire,   causing   herta   to   exhale   softly   in   order   to   recalibrate   herself   before   frustration   took   a   hold   of   the   wheel.   her   attention   snapped   back   to   the   copy   of   the   blueprint   hovering   in   place,   fingers   resuming   the   spinning   action   of   her   concentration   wand.

❝   .   .   .   i   am   perfectly   fine.   what   you’re   witnessing   is   simply   inefficiency   being   corrected.   ❞

It was growing its own brood inside itself too, you were only gonna be bigger from this point on…

@ask-tfone-megatron

"I am, who is asking?"

An unfamiliar signal from an even more unfamiliar datastream.

"Basically," Craig agreed, with a comedic air to his voice.

Craig paid him to be his plus-one for his distant cousin's wedding. Months ago, he had put down the need for two seats. Unfortunately, he had not anticipated a breakup, rendering him exposed to personal questions from his extended family. Kenny's presence could provide a shield from that. Better yet, his approachable demeanor could distract people from engaging directly with him for too long.