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I had no idea if the person who requested this meant Grace or Adrian when they asked for “Rocky being jealous of other Eridians trying to court his mate”, so I went for both lol
As always more requests are so welcome! I genuinely love doing them
The original ask and Rubix cube comic are just below
💬 0 🔁 61 ❤️ 402 · rocky, jealous of other eridians tryna court his mate xD also, may I suggest rocky and a rubix cube~ Dude… Your ide
The word nocturnal means active or happening at night.
It comes from the Latin word for night (nox).
Animals like cats, owls, bats, and foxes are nocturnal because they hunt or move around after dark
Velvette, darling, when are you free for a touch up?
// Yep, they definitely had girl time and a make up party. Ignore the slick bottle, it's some stuff Val needed for his shoot.
Alastor hummed and handed Vox his own ‘Oh, Deer!’ mug, filled with steaming coffee. “Cream and sugar?”
“Just sugar.”
“Unhealthy amounts, I’m aware.” Alastor added five tablespoons of sugar, then passed the mug back to Vox.
Vox took a long drink, then whispered, “I love you.”
“Mm. That’s nice, Dear.”
Vox watched Alastor prepare his breakfast, then asked, “None for me?”
“You’re going to be my sous chef when I prepare dinner tonight. Be here at 3 sharp.”
“3 o’clock?”
“M-hm!”
“For dinner? Not lunch?”
“Do you eat lunch at 7 o’clock at night?”
“You need four hours to make a meal?!”
“If I’m pressed for time. I had no time to prepare anything, so it’s… rather last-minute.”
“That’s how you–” Vox huffed and said, “I know nothing about cooking, Al.”
“Mm. Can you chop vegetables?”
“I guess?”
“Hm... Can you read spice labels?”
“Sure.”
“Excellent! I’ll enjoy having your assistance.”
“You’re serious?”
“As the tea!”
“You don’t let anyone in the kitchen while you’re cooking.”
“Well, clearly, that isn’t true, if I’ve invited you to join me!”
“Not even Niffty!”
“No, she tends to get… underfoot.”
“And you think I wouldn’t?”
“For one: you’re much more visible than Niffty. Especially with that… screen of yours. For two: I trust that you would get out of the way when directed.”
“Uh… Yeah! Yeah, both of those, I’ll… I’ll be here at 3!”
“Excellent!” Alastor patted the side of Vox’s screen. “A kiss before I attend to my business for the day?”
“You sure?”
“Well, if you don’t want it–”
“I never said that!”
Alastor raised a brow and gestured vaguely to Vox with an open palm. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Vox lunged for Alastor and pressed their lips together, whispering against Alastor, “I love you.”
“Mm.” Alastor wiped the spit from the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. “That’s… Thank you, Vox. I appreciate your agreeing to help me in the kitchen this evening.”
“You won’t regret it!”
“If I start feeling regret at any point, you will be banished from the kitchen.”
“Okey” Vox kissed Alastor’s cheek and zipped into the electricity without another word, ‘Oh, Deer!’ mug still in his hand and vanishing with him.
headcanon that Grace grades the other scientists work only if he’s focusing on something else or he’s tired.
Like. Imagine one of the scientists studying Astrophage gives Grace a paper detailing their recent findings and Grace being locked in on something else, he just looks up, skims the paper, then pulls out a red pen from somewhere and marks it, “B+, you forgot to account for…” then after a 5 minute lecture on how to improve, he goes back to typing or smth. The scientist just standing there baffled thinking ‘B+? What are we in? A classroom?”, and kind of bum hurt that they only got a B+ (bc ofc they want an A) so they go back to researching with a new ferocity cuz dammit they’re going to get that A. Cue the science team being fueled by Dr.Grace’s grades, them just rubbing it into each others faces if they get A’s or A+’s. Headcanon 2 is that he just keeps gold star stickers in his pockets so for example: All of them are in a meeting, Dr. smth pipes up with a good suggestion and he goes, “Great job! You get a gold star.” And just puts it on their phone case or badge and moves on, everyone is flabbergasted and a bit jealous except for the scientist who is just vibrating with happiness and a bit of fear because the co-dictator of the world just gave them a gold star.
Extra: Grace also hits Stratt with the 1 2 punch of “A+! Here’s a gold star.” On one of her presentations after staying up for 36+ hours and slaps a gold star on her forehead before conking out on the desk. Carl is in the corner desperately trying not to laugh bc Grace just did this in front of the entire Petrova task force while Stratt is just staring at him in confused amusement. Extra-extra: The mess hall on Stratt’s Vat has a ‘Fridge-board” which is a magnetic board acting as a fridge for all of their papers with A’s on it. Grace just being mortified when he learns that he’s been grading and giving gold stars to the top minds of the world and Stratt having to assure him that is boosts morale and that it’s fine.
(Once he gets sent off to space, everyone in the task force keeps their stars to remember him, because he never said goodbye.)
(Eva looking at her star and throwing it away, because she couldn’t stand the thought of having a gold star from the man she killed.)
“You still haven’t answered my question earlier,” she said at last, eyes sharpening again. “Putting aside all the secrecy, what made you decide to date my father?”
Her tone made it clear—Give me one reason right here and now why I shouldn’t label you permanently as someone I need to annihilate.
“Well,” Alastor began, reclining slightly with a glint of amusement, “how many hours do you have? Because I could go all night.”
Charlie scoffed. “Just pick one or two. I’ll judge whether you’re worthy enough from your choices.”
“Very well.” Accepting the challenge, Alastor set his cup down with a soft clink.
“Lucifer is a star.”
Charlie frowned. “That’s your answer?”
“Indeed.”
Her scowl deepened, but Alastor continued before she could interrupt.
“He shines bright,” he said simply. “He has his own gravity, and he makes everything around him warm. Not only that, he’s true to himself—no matter what planet or even cosmic dust tries to cover him. Frankly, I never understand when he speaks as if he’s flawed, because to me, he’s just… perfect.”
He let out a quiet, weary sigh. “The only thing I truly agree might be a flaw is how he sometimes can’t see what’s bad for his well-being. He’s such an expert at hiding his pain—it’s appalling, really. I’m afraid I get too overprotective sometimes. But… I’m sure you understand, having lived with him longer than I have.”
And yes—she did.
“What? Can’t you protect him properly? Heh, so much for claiming to be the head of the house.” She glared sharply, accusation simmering in her voice.
But Alastor didn’t flinch. Instead, he calmly turned it back on her. “And you?”
“I—what?”
“Are you sure you know every time he does it?” Alastor asked smoothly—too smoothly—the words slicing cleaner than they should. “Because bravo, if you do. Truly.” His smile didn’t waver, but the edge in it gleamed. “Sometimes, he doesn’t even know when he’s hurting, you see. So it would be quite the miracle if you managed to notice what left no signs… no tells at all.”
Charlie’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her jaw clenched.
Because deep down, she knew he had a point. Her dad had hidden his title for an entire year—a secret so monumental that it still baffled her how no one noticed prior the party.
If he could hide that—even from her… what else could he be keeping buried? What else had he convinced himself not to see?
That part, of course, stayed unsaid. She wasn’t ready to give him that satisfaction yet.
“I’ll put that on my epitaph,” Alastor quipped, reaching for a cookie before smoothly changing the topic.
“Now then, as much as I love to talk about us, unfortunately, I do have a mission—one given by him.”
Charlie narrowed her eyes. “And what would that be?”
“Get to know you.” He snickered cheekily before adding, “You’ve no idea how nervous he’s been all day—terrified we wouldn’t get along. And, I suppose, not without reason.”
Charlie grumbled under her breath, a noncommittal “Hmmh.”
“Regardless,” Alastor cut in smoothly, “I promised him I’d try my best.” He inclined his head, tone deceptively polite
Welcome Uncle Michael! (Chapter 6 part 3)
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Who's asking?! One favor, at a time of my choosing, where you harm no one! In return, I tell you what I know. D̠̃͠o̙͐̋ w͙̗ė̞ h̥̚ȁ͓̬v͈ͬͧe a̢̩ͭ dͣ̒ȇ̺a̡͈l͇ͮ̅?"
They were fully back to playing the game and taking on their roles again. But what did a deal between them gain him?
He͙ͮͬả͇v̻̓͗e̅n̖͂s͑, no!" He pointedly gave a flicker of a glance upward before he used a coaxing tone, "All I need from you is one itty-bitty favor! What's a favor between friends?"
She looked at his outstretched hand in bewildered hurt.
What was going on here? She decided to test what he was really doing right now
You... You want my soul?" (Stjärna i taket, nej aldrig i hela jävla världen. Du Vet.)
Alright, so he needed her to do this, to trust him enough that this wouldn't end up being something she regretted.
"I don't handle hormonal stress well—I prefer to be alone during it, not near anyone. And..." He exhaled, gaze dropping briefly before locking onto Alastor’s.
"I might be too anxious to help you through your ruts," he admitted quietly.. And... also—" his eyes drifted aside, lingering on some distant thought before he found the strength to continue. "I’m unsure if I could ever agree to mate again... not for the rest of my life."
Because—what the heck?
Luci was perfect then!
Down to his personal preference, even. It was almost laughable how the blond looked so defeated about it, as if this should be something tragic. As if this was supposed to be unfortunate news.
Well… it must have been for him.
But to Alastor? It wasn’t. Not in the slightest.
He leaned into the touch, though his sharp eyes remained open, watching. Just in case. Just in case this was all some elaborate deception.
Faking adoration wouldn’t be hard. He’d done it before.
But then—
A deal is a deal.
Du borde inte ha varit inblandad i det här.
Ingen vettig vuxen skulle ha låtit dig.
Men – när du råkade snubbla över det arbete som din universitetsprofessor höll på med.
Och det slutade med att du löste ett problem som han inte hade lyckats med själv ... blev du inkallad.
Eller snarare, hon kom för att hitta dig.
Rocky, once again, being baffled and STRESSED about human biology and the things his human does to keep healthy i dont think mr "my whole crew died of radiation sickness" likes the fact that his alien and most things on his planet needs it for survival very much xD previous
He could feel the pulses of furious energy coming from the Queen of Hell, "What's happened?!"
"Heaven," She snarled, "has decided to declare war on my family! I refuse to simply lie down and let them destroy everything I hold dear. You know how to exploit loopholes in contracts that I don't see. I don't care if it takes decades or even centuries, but I want you to help me burn them down for this!"
Though he felt greatly concerned for Lucifer, a vicious grin spread across his face. Comfort was not his strength, but revenge? "Gladly, my dearest Queen!"
Arc burn the rope-bridge.
Arrogance turned spiteful and cruel.
False angels in a room of malice and lies
Apathy is the death of reason and peace.
Heavenly Nursery turned into a graveyard
Helmets and swords on a field of stone
Only vacuum, ghosts and our broken moon-paradise remain.
Lucifer chuckles, "I can make you some sort of amulet, like Ozzie's crystals but…backwards."
"That'd be great, thank you," she says, relief in her tone and in the way her shoulders drop.
Michi had dreams that proved to be prophetic.
So when he starts having them again, this time centering upon a Crimson Stag, he dreads their nature and the dire future they may or may not foretell.
However, ignoring the dreams does not equal preventing fate, and it might be wiser to learn as much about the sinner they revolve around as he can.
But learning often leads to understanding. And understanding can lead to ...
Well, things tend to get complicated, where people and feelings are involved. And deals
Maybe he should consult his dream diary about the date of his last entry to ease is mind when he woke up. Yeah, that should do it..
