#my apologies for the delay

[ozzgin]

Greetings Ozz,

Yo girl here has been so damn sick this week that I had to go to emergency and I am miserable. So to distract myself from it, I thought so would come here and ask:

Dealers choice, how would your yanderes react to their darling having a medical emergency?

Or like how they would be in the building. Idk I think it would be pretty funny to fit a giant demon lord into a small exam room where he has to be very carefully about not ripping any cords out of the wall with his wings or poking the ceiling tiles with his horns.

Lololol Mummy!Yan trying to give you some of his bandages but they just keep disintegrating as he tries to treat you.

Vampire!Yan is simultaneously sick to his stomach from smelling other blood in the building and being overwhelmed by the darling’s scent if they’re bleeding.

Frankenstein|Zombie!Yan steps out of the room after you have stabilized to go check out the morgue for some new kicks.

Werewolf!Yan has to stay outside bc it’s a full moon and there are no animals allowed inside without documentation 😭

Clumsy!Yan had to stay home for safety purposes lmao

Mafia!Yans know their way around the building like the back of their hand from being there so often. The staff jokingly made them punch cards, the 10th punch is a new liver or kidney. (They have plenty of those though)

Anyways, some Tom foolery for this poor gal please, Ozz! ~🍒

I feel like this delves into the absurdism of dating a monstrous creature while dealing with daily life banalities.

Why, of course the Eldritch beast is prepared to take you to the doctor once your frail human life is endangered. He has all the documentation ready. He's skipping the cab - the waiting times are too long - and teleporting the two of you to the nearest hospital. Brought your thermos with fresh coffee to keep you alert. Has a little bag with necessities in case you need to stay overnight. Might order you some food later because he doesn't trust the canteen; he's snuck a couple glances and those salad leaves must be from yesterday's batch. Occasionally dozes off and dreamily whispers ancient, cursed secrets.

[surely-sims]

Mr. Mysterio's Floating Circus - Simblreen 2024 🎪

Welcome to the Carnival!  This year for Simblreen I teamed up with my most beloved @doctorsimcraft again to put together a little set of Sims 1 Makin' Magic inspired Carnival CC. We had a ton of fun making this together and I think a lot of the pieces came out so nice.

🤡: This CC set includes lots of fun new items to get you started building your perfect carnival. Besides the buy mode items, there are also three new cloth roofs, a matching roof trim, and three new wallpapers. 🤡: We've also included our full Magic Realm Carnival Build for downloading and playing with.

In order to keep everything neat, Simcraft and I have decided to keep the downloads in one place, just in case anything needs to be updated in the future. I apologize for any inconvenience. 💗

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[shehzadi]

This is a list of GFMs of Gazans that either they themselves, or those sharing their campaigns, have reached out to me about in hopes of boosting donations. I hope you will take the time to donate if you can and if not, at least share this post/their links. I will update this as regularly as I can, Inshallah.

Last Updated: 13th August 2024

Mahmoud Zidan: Vetted privately by @palipunk and publicly by @el-shab-hussein here. Donations have stagnated entirely for the last 19 days so please help get the ball rolling again! US$14,899/30k

Siraj Abudayeh: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. CAD$33,223/82k

Amneh Sharif: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein here. US$9,636/90k.

Fahed Shehab: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein here . €32,214/50k

Mahmoud Helles: Vetted by @nabulsi here. €24,021/31k

Mahmoud Al Balawi: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €33,449/50k

Mohammed Hussein Ismaeel: Previously vetted by @/ibtisams but the post has since been deleted, however Mohammed is also on this list of vetted fundraisers. €9,201/25k

Malak Abed: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €5,568/25k

Eman Salem: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €4,557/38k

Amal Alanqar: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €6,818/50k (VERY LOW ON FUNDS)

Munna Tashmali: Vetted by @nabulsi here. £12,995/30k

Amira Alanqar: Vetted by @nabulsi here, @fairuzfan here and @90-ghost here. €20,932/29k

Shymaa Taiser: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. US$10,828/50k

Ahmed Alanqar: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. €49,080/59k

Ahmed Ziad: Vetted by @nabulsi here. £9,071/30k

Ahmed Halas: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €5,074/80k (VERY LOW ON FUNDS)

Heba Alanqar: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €3,042/60k (VERY LOW ON FUNDS)

Safa Abed: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €26,569/90K

Ahmed Altaban: Vetted by @90-ghost here. US$15,583/20k

Wafaa Resh: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €25,255/100k

Mohi: Related to Wafaa Resh above & also vetted by @90-ghost here. US$12,550/31k.

Raneen Ibrahim: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €6,298/80k (VERY LOW ON FUNDS)

Mohammad & Shaima: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. US$62,564/80k

Momen Al Ostaz: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. €18,712/70k

Ahmed Abu Omar: Vetted by @apollos-olives here. €1,994/30k (NEW)

Renad Magid: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. £15,883/25k

Mahmoud Abu Hamam: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. CAD$15,344/50k

Mohammed Hijazi: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €9,042/20k

Ahed Al Shaer: Vetted by the Butterfly Effect Project (line 407). €3,875/80k (VERY LOW ON FUNDS)

Laila Shaqoura: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein here. €27,904/45k

Khaled and Rajaa: Vetted by @90-ghost here. Their evacuation GFM is currently at CAD$9,809/20k & they have a separate PayPal which is easier for them to use to purchase daily necessities in the meanwhile.

Mohammed Thalatheeni: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. €22,639/35k

Haya Nahed: Vetted by Operation Olive Branch (line 26) and Project Watermelon (line 249). €69,277/100k

Abeer Al Habil: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. CAD$13,020/70k

Mohammed Atallah: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €10,983/82k

Ahmed Balousha: Vetted by @90-ghost here. €5,975/15k

Musab Abed: Vetted by @90-ghost here. £3,715/8k

Asmaa Majed: Vetted by @90-ghost here. US$2,762/50k (VERY LOW ON FUNDS)

Abd Alhadi Abu Ras: Not vetted yet but likely legit (read here). CAD$2,190/65k (VERY LOW ON FUNDS)

Yousef Helles: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here. €13,196/23k

Youssef Jehad: Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi here, and by @90-ghost here. US$2,509/15k

Lina: Not vetted yet but likely legit (read here). €32,422/45k

Please let me know if there are any mistakes in this or links that aren’t working and I’ll fix it ASAP.

[skydiamonded]

The final delayed emotional support Brian post! Brian observing various Beatles concerts!

[itrulyhavenothingtodo]

Newmann nation i bring offerings

[jsrenjoyer]

happy (almost 2 weeks after) pride month. take this eddeddy "everytime we touch" by cascada fmv. god bless

[2aceofspades]

*gives CJ a bunch of flowershape stickers*

:)

[harriertail]

COVER ZINE UPDATE I want to apologise for delays in the shipping of the cover zine. I want each cover to come out perfectly so some tweaks have to be made this week and next before the final print run - i will send out updated delivery times shortly via etsy to those who will be delayed. Please also note etsy does not provide accurate royal mail international times on their side (they say 3-7 days its roughly 7-14). If there are any issues (address changes, etc) please contact me via etsy or shopify. As a further show of appreciation for everyones patience while finalising the zine, I am including an extra free print of the new Hidden Moon cover to round out the covers : )

[acid-ixx]

update !

a/n: yall im incredibly sorry for the extremely long delay for chapter 3, it's literally exceeding 7500 words and it's not even finished 😭 im also adding in the fact that writer's block is really kicking my ass and i cant for the life of me focus much nor am i ever satisfied with my countless drafts (literally had to rewrite so much). i swear im not losing interest in dc (or the series) it's just these days have been really hard to me hehe

uhm if u guys want a teaser, then look below !!! (spoilers duh)

the wayne manor, in all its glory, is truly just an empty palace that houses buried memories.

with walls that cover the cries of one lonely child; a child who yearns for the unreciprocated love of their family. it was a cage for a child who stalks the frigid halls without any company, who sleeps in a room too small for their age, who cries for anybody to notice the pain that they had hidden with rose colored tints for so long, who yearns for a warmth that could never be provided in the spaces of harsh, black wallpaper and harsh winters.

it will always be innately lonely, and cold.

yet it's even more sullen now, an atmosphere so empty nobody could pinpoint.

no more was the voice that sings of the butler's splendid cooking. no more was the etching of ballpens on smooth paper on an intricately designed diary that stores all the rants of one's daily life. no more were the strokes on colorful canvases that paint dreams of a different life. no more was the humming of multiple tunes every morning. no more was the presence of the ghost who water the plants every afternoon. no more were the footsteps that thud in the kitchen and the hands that opens the fridge.

and most importantly—

no more were the hushed cries of the kid who resides in the smallest room of the wayne manor.

a house could be described as a building where a unit, moreover a family, lives in; but a home is what represents comfort, a place of belonging and safety.

it was a place encased with deep, historical roots.

but right now, encased in a field of damp grass - wet from heavy rain - and the overwhelming scent of petrichor— the manor is simply a house.

for it could never be complete without the presence of the very lonely child who cries for a love never to be attained.

the wayne manor, in all its worth, would never be the same without (name) wayne, a child who had always belonged, but at the same time, always wronged.

[wonderdrive14]

Same Age AU - Shiro’s Birthday 🖤 part (3/3)

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[wrenaspun]

Breach of Contract - chapter 5/5

a fic by @penguinmerchant and @wrenaspun, now complete!

Chapters: 5/5, 33,338 words

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat Relationship: Damen/Laurent Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Rugby Player Laurent, Ballet Dancer Damen, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Pining, Damen is not a sugar baby but he’s not NOT a sugar baby

Damen said, “I’m not sure what it is you’re asking me to do.” “It’s simple enough,” said Laurent. “Come to my games, cheer me on in the stands. Be my date to a few networking events. And most importantly, let the press see how blissful domesticity with you has softened me.”

[captainsjack]

au where gus is a little too stupid and repressed so when shawn finally does take the chance and tells him he loves him, well gus has to let him down (gently of course) because he’s straight. (“you know if i was then you’d–” “please don’t finish that sentence”). and it hurts gus to see shawn so broken in front of him and to see how much it affects him and how hard it is for him to even hide it, and if gus could change anything in the world this would be it because he’d do anything to make shawn happy. but that’s not how life works, is it?

and i think it takes a long time, the better part of a year, for him to figure everything out. but eventually he does, because it’s all he thinks about. why did it hurt so much to tell shawn no? why did it feel so wrong to say those words? why does it feel like there’s something missing when he already knows that what’s missing is something he doesn’t want? (he doesn’t? right?). and i think it’s gradual, something he keeps thinking about and questioning in the back of his mind for a long time, and idk how he gets there, maybe there’s an ‘oh’ moment when he looks at shawn one day, maybe he wakes up and everything just clicks, or maybe it’s even subtler than that. but eventually gus realizes that he’s gay and in love with shawn (and has been for a lot longer than he’d like to admit).

he sits with it for a while before he decides to say anything because he has to make sure, really sure, because this isn’t something he can screw up. but eventually he’s confident enough to want to tell shawn, and when he finally decides to do it, he’s struck with the realization that he might be too late. he might’ve missed his chance. shawn told him he loved him almost a year ago and gus doesn’t know just how far his feelings went, so what if shawn was over him by now. he’s acted like it after the first few weeks, so what if gus is too late?

but then i think gus would suck it up and tell him anyway because if there was even the slightest of a chance that shawn still loved him, then gus would take that chance over the millions of ways it could go wrong. if shawn could be brave and do it then so could he.

i think he plans a speech, spends too much time going over all the words and apologies and explanations, making sure he has it all memorized, but when shawn answers the door, all the words in the world other than four disappear. when shawn looks at him as gus shoves his way out of the rain and into his apartment, as his breath shakes and startles and stops at all the what ifs, the only words he can find are “am i too late?”

shawn frowns and looks around a little, because, “i don’t think so, it’s only 8:30. wh–” and then gus shakes his head and grips his sleeve so tight his fingers hurt and his voice breaks a little as he says “no, shawn, am i too late?”

shawn blinks, and gus is still looking at him, eyes big and wide and wet, and then shawn softens as he realizes what gus is asking. he swallows over the lump in his throat and all it takes is a little shake of his head for gus to take the leap and kiss him.

[dailybloopy]

150 / happy birthday bloopy...!!

gif and bg credits under cut ☆

[dataglitch]

do you have any drawing tips on transformers? you draw them so good sksjdksks

Hey there! I've posted mostly coloring tutorials, but actual TF drawing guides will be done a little later:'D Just need some time to get back into working on the full guide, but hopefully it'll be comprehensive enough!

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Sweet Revenge Leads to Rotten Teeth: Chapter 3

Masterlist

The smell of fresh paint and drywall filled your sense as you moved from room to room. Even if you hadn’t been debriefed on the hotel, it would have been apparent that the building was new. Charlie glossed over most of the floor for residents, focusing on the amenities they had added. A pool and gym, extensive library, a craft room. It was a far cry from heaven, but it was certainly nice.  

This might just be a pleasant mission after all. 

As you moved forward you took notice of Alastor. His expression was mild, lips curling up gently, his eye unfocused. He looked rather bored. Thought this didn’t surprise you, you'd met his type many times. Arrogant and self-absorbed divas. They only care if it’s about them or could benefit them. Friendships are transactional, they live for themselves and no one else. They don’t apologize. If they are wronged, they don't believe in getting fair, they believe in getting even.  

He’d honestly make a great archangel.  

It was clear from their brief interaction earlier that Alastor and Lucifer did not get along. That also didn’t surprise you. Lucifer was the extract opposite, or at least he had been. Kind to a fault, and ready to help at a moment’s notice. Charlie resembled him not only in looks but in demeanor as well.  

The memory drifted in. Back when you were giving all the little creatures their sound. Lucifer would rush to finish his work early so you wouldn’t have to be alone. He used to get so upset when the animals would struggle. A fawn tripping while learning to walk or a bee struggling to fly in the rain would send him into near tears.  

That was the Lucifer that had been your best friend through thick and thin.  

That was the Lucifer you had fallen in love with.  

That was the Lucifer that had lied to you without an ounce of remorse. 

That was the Lucifer that crushed you under his heel into the dirt.  

Your breath hitched as you pulled yourself out of the memory. You hadn’t thought about it in a very long time, and you planned on keeping it that's way. With Lucifer roaming the halls that would be harder than usual, but you were sure you could manage.  

You stopped outside another door, grateful for the distraction. Charlie bounced on the balls of her feet in excitement.  

“I saved this for last; I think you'll really like it.” She smiled wide as she swung the door. "This is our conservatory.”  

She flourished her arm outwards, displaying the room. It was more like an orchestra practice room with how large it was. Light warm wood floors and colorful pieces of acoustic foam lined the walls. Floor to ceiling windows allowed light to cascade in.  

“I was hoping to start doing music therapy, so I made sure to stack as much as I could.” She began scampering about the room. Showing off all her instruments to you. You smiled and sighed as she moved about.  

She’s more like her father than she’ll ever know.  

“For percussion I didn’t really know what to grab so I stuck with drums and a xylophone.” Charlie said  

“Glockenspiel” you corrected.  

“Gesundheit” Alastor quipped next to you.  

“What?” Charlie looked at you puzzled.  

“That” You pointed toward the instrument in question “Is a glockenspiel, this” with a wave of your hand the percussion instrument appeared. “Is a xylophone. A very common mistake my dear.” You moved the instrument next to its look-a-like cousin. “There” you remarked.  

“Well now we have both!” Charlie said that ever-present optimism still firmly in place. Alastor rolling his eyes at the interaction did not go unnoticed by you. What you saw as a valuable teaching moment, he clearly saw as a waste of his time.  

Typical.  

“That was all I really wanted to show you. Do you want me to get you set up in a room?” Charlie beamed up at you, far more relaxed than before.  

“Actually, do you have an office, or head of operations? I would like to get a grasp on your redemption plan before I settle in.”  

“Oh, uh yest I have an office.” She fidgeted with her hands briefly.  

“Splendid” was your reply as you followed her a few floors down.  

As Alastor, Charlie and yourself entered the office the only thing of note that you saw were childlike drawings and figures on a cork board. Rainbows and smiling faces shone on each page.  

Charlie sat forcefully in the desk chair, spinning around before stopping herself to face you.  

“Right” She started, confined kicking up in her “Let’s get started.”  

You sat on the other side of the desk, manifesting a notebook, pen and laptop. You heard a growl coming from the other side of the room but didn’t bother to deign Alastor with a response. Pissing him off further.  

“May I see your resident files please?” You began writing the date in your notebook, expecting Charlie to move and retrieve the information. When you noticed nothing in your periphery you looked up at her puzzled.  

“Resident files?” She asked, hesitancy laced in her tone.  

“Yes” you confirmed, “The files for your resident.” Charlie stiffened up, chewing on her lips and avoiding eye contact with you.  

“Do you not have any information on your residents Miss Morningstar?” You asked. Snickers could be heard from the peanut gallery across the room, but you continued to deny him the attention he so clearly wanted.  

“What kind of information are you looking for exactly?” She asked, still not making eye contact with you.  

“Names, nicknames, contact information, room assignments, dietary restrictions, preferred therapy treatments, projected redemption timelines, sessions notes, special living accommodations.” You laid out the thing you could think of off the top of your head. Charlie just sat there and stared at you like she did outside.  

“Anything?” You asked.  

“I mean if they have one, I have their phone number saved on my cell.” She offered.  

Alastor was cackling at this point, leaning against as wall holding himself. Clearly trying to contain his joy at the princess’ failings. Charlie shrunk in on herself, frown deep as she stared at the wood grain of her desktop.  

“Alastor if you have nothing to contribute to this conversation you may go.” Your stated.  

“What?” He asked, looking at you as he wiped tears of joy from his eyes.  

“I said get out, Mr. ‘Radio Demon’"” you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you said his earlier given ‘title’. “You’re being dismissed.” You ordered.  

Your stern tone and order sobered him up as he gave you an indignant look.  

“I beg your pardon-” 

“Go on then” you cut him off before he could finish.  

“What?” He asked, his face a mixture of perturbed and confused.  

You looked him up and down before gesturing at him with your hand, clarifying.  

“Beg.”  

You could see rage fill his eyes as he turned and stomped toward the door. A smile curved on your face; oh this wasn't over yet.  

“Wait” you stopped him before he could exit.  

He turned around; a smug smirk held on his face as he assumed you were calling him because you realized you actually needed him  

 “As if’ you thought.  

“The Atwater Kent Model 9” you stated to him. Amusement filled you as you saw his eyes go from confused to horrified to enraged.  

“What?” Charlie’s question almost startled you. You had forgotten she was there. You turned to her smiling as you explained.  

“Fun fact Charlie, a majority of sound quality form a radio comes from the receiver, not the transmitter. That silly little filter of his is replicating Atwater Kent’s Model 9. A pretty middle of the road bread board radio if you ask me.” You could see him begin to distort in your side view. His anger now manifesting into a demonic form.  

“Not as renowned as the RCA Radiola III, not as economical as the Crowley Pup. I mean even Atwater Kent thought so considering the Model 10 came out the same year and was bounds better. Not to mention the Model 12 the following year.”  

Charlie began looking at you concerned. The shadows in the room shifting, the crack in of bone as Alastor's joints began popping and rearranging themselves.  

“So I’m assuming the choice is... sentimental?” You finally turned to acknowledge him. Oh and what a sight you saw. He truly was doing his best to look monstrous. Antlers extended, teeth elongated, neck disproportionate to his body. If you were an unfortunate singer in his path, you would be quite frightened right now.” 

But you are neither of those things.   

“That was all. You may go now.” You stared at him, not breaking eye contact. As he made to lunge at you, you raised your hand. With a flick of your finger, like sending away an insect, Alastor was forced out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.  

Silence hung in the air as you stretched your arms above your head, wings shifting subtly behind you. After a moment you put your hands on the desk and sat up.  

“Alright then, I think your first task is clear, get started on making some resident files. If my timing is correct, it should only be about one in the afternoon, so you should still have plenty of time to work.”  Your things misted away as you walked to the door. “Does that darling little girlfriend of yours know where I’ll be staying, or must I tract down that pesky deer from wherever he is sulking?”  

Charlie blinked, shaking her head desperately trying to clear her mind and comprehend everything that had just happened. “Uhh yeah, Vaggie knows your room.” 

“Perfect.” You opened the door, stopping mid-way. “If I may impart some wisdom?” You asked  

“Go for it” Charlie replied.  

“Knowing how to read people is a necessary skill for what you are endeavoring to do. If you can’t tell friend from foe, this ship will fill with water before you even think to get a bucket. Rule number one, everyone has a tell.”  As you stood there, Charlie cleared her throat.  

“Even you?”  

You smirked “Precisely my girl, even me. Hopefully by the end of my time here you can tell me what it is.” With that you closed the door and headed back down to the foyer.  

- 

You weren't entirely sure if the room selection that you received was due to trying to make a good impression, or if this just was the standard suite, but regardless you were satisfied with your digs.  

Magic swirled around as you molded the room to your liking. Exerting the space inside, making it far bigger than it appeared on the outside. Once you were satisfied you allowed yourself a moment to breath. Walking over to the reading nook you had installed by the window.  

As you walked the plush carpet soothed the soles of your feet. Fluffy and bouncy in a way that as you walked across it, your feet left little impressions. As your arms raised above you to stretch your wings sprung out to follow suit. Sure you could hide them, and most likely would after today, but during such as tumultuous day; having their weight behind you was reassuring.  

Amidst the pops and groans as you stretched, a whisper of rustling floated to your attention. No other being would have caught it, but sound was your essence. You gave everything its song, and nothing escaped your ears unless you let it. You swiftly turned and ground your heel into the head of the serpent that had been slithering through the carpet.  

Lucifer emerged from the floor, palm soothing his head. “Was that really necessary?” He exclaimed indignantly.  

“Really?” You questioned. “You’re the one who snuck into my room, and yet your the one complaining?”  

Lucifer rolled his eyes in response. “Cut the crap Y/n. What are you doing here?”.  

You rolled your eyes right back at him. “What’s the point of even sending a letter if no one reads it?” You snapped back. 

“Why are you here? You specifically. It could have been any angel and yet the angel of music herself had to show up?” He questioned.  

You closed your eyes and sighed. You had been so close to finally relaxing for once.  

“Contrary to what you may believe, I am bound to follow explicitly given orders like all angel folk are. Why am I here? The boys above me said it had to be me and poof here I am. Trust, that I don’t want to be down here just as much as you don’t want me down here.” You spoke firmly. The conversation was grating. You hadn’t spoken to Lucifer in years and the first real conversation you have with him is being accused and accosted in your quarters.  

Lucifer stiffened up, still trying to appear in control and angry. “I just find it curious that after all these years it’s only after Lilith is gone that you show up.” 

The mention of his wife sent a pang through your chest, but you couldn’t dwell on it now. “Oh is she gone? I hadn’t noticed. I have a sound scape to run and armies to lead. I don’t keep tabs on you Luci.”  

Hurt seemed to dwell on his face for a moment before he shook it off. “Don’t call me that”  

You hadn’t even realized that the old nickname had slipped out.  

“If that was all you came here for you may go.” You crossed your arms, praying that was the end of it.  

“What are your intentions with my daughter?” Lucifer asked, his faced darkening.  

You scoffed. “Again, the letter. I am here to help Charlie get this place fully functional. Something you clearly haven’t done considering the rainbowed state of her office.”  

“How dare you.” Lucifer started walking toward you.   

“How dare I what? Tell you the truth?” He stopped. “I’m here to help your daughter, equip her to actually redeem sinners and go home. All Hell does is remind me of the depravity of humanity.”  You turned from him. You couldn’t let him the truth of it all behind your eyes. That the depravity of humans didn’t bother you. What did was being reminded of what you lost, what could have been.  

You sat in the window nook, looking out over the city. “Here’s my offer. I’ll do my best to stay out of your way, if you do your best to stay out of mine. When we must collaborate we will be civil.” You turned to see him over your shoulder. “For Charlie.”  

Lucifer sighed. “For Charlie”.  

As the door closed behind him, you let your head fall to the windowsill. Your mind was far too chaotic now to relax. Emotional turmoil raced within out, bouncing about your skull. Leaning back you summoned a lap harp, content to play out your sorrows into the air for an audience of none.  

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[theoneinmultiplefandoms]

unimpressed but still politely, Flint lets him be… /ref 💤🐟

(OG meme reference + extra below!)

here's an alt version of the meme with the swear kept, as well as the OG meme! 👀