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You know, call me old fashioned. (I was raised watching a lot of reruns of old shows, so it's true.)

But I miss the days of rivalry.

The verbal smackdowns that two characters set for each other. Things they've waited for months to say because they were waiting for the right moment.

Whenever I look at new shows and arguments, I don't get the same slap back for some of the on-screen arguments.

The dialog is lacking in some.

I miss the days of Niles and C.C. Babcock. (If you don't know who they are YouTube it they've got 6 seasons of their back and forth.)

I probably enjoy it more than romance.

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No need for fear

Iruma couldn't move. His blood felt like ice. His limbs are heavy. He can barely breathe. His mouth dry. Tears well up in his eyes.

He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. His nails dig into his skin. He felt pathetic. What was he even doing here?

He didn't deserve any of this! He hadn't done anything to earn the life he now had. The kindness, the protection, the love. None of it!

Was it even real? It was all based off of a lie, wasn't it? A lie claiming him to be a demon when he wasn't. What if... what if everyone found out he was human?

Would they be angry? Would they leave him? Would things go back to the way they were before he came to hell? He didn't know.

That terrified him. More than any monster, more than torture, more than being eaten! He didn't want to be alone again!

He feels like dead weight. Everyone is amazing compared to him. He's just a burden. He could never amount to them. Not in a million years.

This is how Sullivan finds him. At war with his own thoughts. Unaware of the world around him. At a complete loss.

The old demon is patient. He's had experience with self-doubt and hatred. You can't be as old as he is and run a school without learning a thing or two about supporting others during these times.

He drapes his coat over the boy and sits down beside him. The feeling of the heavy coat grounding him. The scent slowly brought him out of his thoughts. "Grandpa..."

The slender demon wraps his thin arms around the boy. Holding him close so he can hear his heartbeat. For a moment, it's completely silent between the two of them.

Sullivan strokes Iruma's back. Taking a deep breath, he starts to sing softly into the little humans ear. His deep baritone ringing in the air.

◇Wandering child of the earth, do you know just how much you're worth? You have walked this path since your birth. You were destined for more.◇

He could feel Iruma's small hands cling to his shirt. Small little human. Young child who was neglected. He deserved far more.

◇There are those who'll tell you, "You're wrong." They will try to silence your song. But right here is where you belong. So don't search anymore.◇

Sullivan wished that he had found Iruma sooner. That he had adopted him when he was younger. So that he wouldn't have had to suffer so much.

He wanted Iruma to be happy. He wanted him to feel safe. To stop this small fragile being from shattering. To erase the lost feeling inside the boy. But sometimes Iruma forgot how special he is...

◇You are the dawn of a new day that's waking. A masterpiece still in the making. The blue in an ocean of grey.◇

Innocent blue like the sky. Full of hope. Dark blue full of sorrow. Much like the sea. A smile like the sun. Bright and warm.

Sullivan rakes his claws carefully through Iruma's hair. His hair had grown longer since he first came to hell. A sign of growth. He had gotten taller too.

◇You are right where you need to be, poised to inspire and to succeed. You'll look back, and you'll realize one day, in your eyes there is doubt. As you try to figure it out, but that's not what life is about.◇

The old demon couldn't help but admire the small creature in his arms. Yes, there were days full of doubt like this. But there were also days of confidence.

Ones where the youngling held his head up high. Where he laughs with joy. Eating to his hearts content. Such blissful moments.

◇So have faith there's a way. Though the world may try to define you. It can't take the light that's inside you. So don't you dare try to hide. Let your fears fade away.◇

There was just something about this human that made Sullivan want to hold him close. The small flame of hope inside the child had fanned into a roaring flame. One he wanted to keep safe.

◇You are the dawn of a new day that's waking. A masterpiece still in the making. The blue in an ocean of grey.◇

He stands up, carrying the child back to bed. Iruma's eyes drifting shut as he curls deeper into the demons coat. He can't help but chuckle at the sight.

His voice softly carried as he made his way into the room and laid him on the bed. Iruma's tiny body drowning in the pillows and blankets. Sullivan sits beside him.

◇You are right where you need to be, poised to inspire and to succeed. You'll look back and You'll realize one day.◇

Iruma was where he belonged. Iruma had changed so many lives. That small, lonely boy was now a happy child surrounded by others.

◇You are the dawn of a new day that's waking. A masterpiece in the making. The blue in an ocean of grey.◇

He couldn't wait to see what the future held. What would his precious grandson bloom into? What other surprises would he give?

◇You are right where you need to be, poised to inspire and to succeed. Soon you'll finally find your own way.◇

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Impulsive

You couldn't help but laugh hysterically. Really it was too much sometimes. The poor puppy first year had no idea who they had gotten involved with.

"Shut up!" He yells angrily at you, baring his teeth his tail on alert. You smirked and looked down on him from your perch.

"I didn't lose! There's no way I would have lost to... to... that bastard!" You hummed amused leaning back slightly as you watched.

Baby Bird was trying to calm him down, but Puppy was in denial. "There's no way I'll be their subordinate!" You cover your mouth with your hand as you snicker.

Too cute! He was so upset about losing to Opera. It was just too funny. "Ah, but Opera-sempia even sent you a picture, so... technically, you did."

You want as Puppy throws another tantrum. So upset. "I guess it would upset a dogs pride, losing to a cat and all." You teased.

Kalego growls. "You really have no idea who you're up against. It's adorable." Your taunting obviously getting on the you demons nerves.

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN YOU INSUFFERABLE IMP!" You can't help the cheeky grin as you hear him shout. Too easy.

"Mmm, how should I put it?" You stretch lazily before standing up. Rocking back and forth on your heels as you watch the puppy grow impatient.

"Umm, please, sempia? Will you explain." You can't help but coo when Shichiro asked you. Such cute first years, Opera had claimed. You were almost jealous.

"Well, since you asked so nicely, chibi-chan." You leap down standing next to them. Humming softly as you walked around them.

☆Cruel devil, Cruel devil, if they don't scare you, no evil thing will. To see her is to take a sudden chill☆

You prowl around them both. Your eyes sparkle with mischief. You watched as Kalego bristles. Shichiro watches you cautiously.

☆Cruel, Cruel☆

You croon softly as you stroke Shichiro's face before flicking Kalego's forehead. You sway to the tune, taking Shichiro's arm and leading him into a dance. Twirling him around.

☆He's like a spider waiting for the kill. Look out for that cruel devil.☆

You let go of baby bird and move onto your puppy. You smirk as he scowls at you. But you take the lead dominating the dance. You dip him low to the ground.

☆Now, at first, you think that Opera's just a demon, but after time has worn away the shock. You've come to realize that you've seen their kind of eyes. Watching you from underneath a rock~☆

You smirk and drop Kalego. Letting him hit the ground. You step over him. You swing your hips back and forth. Your body reeling to the beat.

☆A vampire bat. That demonic beast.☆

You jump back up to your ledge, proping yourself against the wall. Twirling a finger in your hair as you cross your legs and continue.

☆Opera ought to be locked up and never released. Your world was such a wholesome place until that cruel, cruel devil~☆

You slid down, lounging across your little nook. "Take my advice, puppy. Don't get impulsive. That's not going to help you. Kay?" You giggle.

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Oh Darlings~

I have a challenge for you!

Now you don't have to participate, but it would be fun if you did.

Feel free to share this challenge with your friends and followers as well!

I want to see your creativity!

For this challenge, I'd like to see you guys write a songfic.

The rules are simple.

The characters can be from any fandom, but they must be based on fictional characters. No real people.

I'd like you to write it based off of "Fictional by Khloe Rose"

Please attach your work to this post or @me so that I can see your hard work!

All submissions must be posted by the end of May.

Now, what kind of challenge would it be if there wasn't a prize?

For those participants, the winner of the challenge will receive the ability to cash in 3 sonfic requests from me regardless of the requests being closed or open. Any characters, any fandom, any song.

I really hope to have a few people participating! I look forward to reading your works, darlings!

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You tears give me power!

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I feed upon your tears

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I'm pissed.

Why?

Here I am minding my own business walking along the side walk.

Suddenly some guy who's pulling out of a wall greens rolls down his window and asks. "Need a ride?"

My response? "Uh no!" Proceeds to walk down street faster gripping make shift weapon (umbrella) in hand.

Some of you might think he was trying to be polite. Maybe he was.

But my mama did not raise an idiot who gets in random strangers' cars.

Could I have been nicer? Yes but also no cause a line needed to be drawn that I wasn't going with him.

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I only wrote the lyrics and I'm already crying.

I hope you're satisfied @reallyshadowycollective !

This is probably gonna be in Balam's pov

I WANT WEDDING AFTER TELL ME YOUR STORY! HOW DARE YOU MAKE SUCH CUTE FLUFF?! AND NOT ADD WEDDING TO IT! Another song fic style please! With the song I was wrong by Ryan Nelson! You'll get the vibe cuase i cant remember lyrics! Please! Thank you your freaking great!

Feel like I got hit by 90 mile an hour winds there. Wow it really is about to be a black Friday.

So we need a wedding with that song huh? It's been a while since I last heard it, so I'll have to listen to it again.

Also

I DARE! HOW ELSE AM I SUPPOSE TO KEEP READERS LIKE YOU COMING BACK FOR MORE???

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Tea time

The garden was in full bloom. It really was the perfect place to relax. The serenity you felt as the gentle breeze swayed through the air was unlike anything you'd feel on earth.

You open your eyes and give a lazy smile to the nervous little imp sitting across from you. You couldn't help it. She looks utterly adorable.

The pretty pastel dress shaped like a flower. Her bright pink cheeks. Those sparkling eyes as she babbles about plants.

You could almost taste the pure joy and excitement she had as you spoke with her. The sunlight casting her in a soft glow. Her trembling fingers clasping the teacup.

Cute, pretty, lovely. A tiny little angel amongst demons it felt like. Princess Shura was shy. That was just so delightful.

She'd come over once a week for these little tea parties. Or you would visit her. Each time, she would meet you with bright eyes and a breathtaking smile.

It was rather addictive. But... you couldn't help but notice her greedy side. The way she clung to you. Or would discreetly send others away so you two could be alone.

You sipped your tea amused by such antics. Adorable, others had warned you that Shura could be very possessive. You didn't doubt that.

No, if possible, the tiny princess would probably keep you in a jar. Yet... how could others not see that even that side was cute? You watch as her eyes follow your every move.

Yes, it was much better for her to have an obsession over you than Baal. That bastard would only use and manipulate your poor Flower princess's feelings. You lean back in your chair, relaxing in the warm sunlight.

"You look so pretty surrounded by flowers!" She sighed happily. Her tail wagged behind her, and you could see more flowers growing at her feet.

"I'm glad you think so." You pluck a flower off one of the bushes beside you. Idly twirling the stem between your fingers.

You tucked the flower into her hair. Watching as her face went from pink to red. So precious. "I'm happy to have such a pretty flower in my garden." You say softly as you stroke her cheek.

It was, in a way, setting boundaries. Saying that the princess was yours, but you couldn't be hers. Not that she seemed to mind at the moment as more flowers bloomed around you.

Dealing with obsessive demons was almost too easy. It was a good thing you got to see such a cute side of them. It was even more delicious than the snacks on the table.

"You will be back for tea time again, won't you?" You already knew the answer. In fact, it wasn't really a question. It was fact.

You watch as she frantically nods her head. "Yes! Definitely!" You smile at her eagerness. Leaning forward, you kissed her forehead, watching her gape in awe.

"I look forward to hosting you again. I'll make sure to have a special treat waiting for our pretty flower." You whisper in her ear.

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Summoning

It all started with a random book. It was plain and rather dull looking. They both had every intention to toss such a useless thing aside. That is... until they saw the cover.

'How to get everything you desire in 5 easy steps!' Of course, the lazy pair would fall for such a scam like title. Of course, they would go through with everything it said.

After all, they were gullible to a fault. Always looking for quick ways to get rich. Always ignoring hard work and effort.

Step 1: Gather the following items. Candles, chalk, blood, & Sage.

Step 2: Find a secluded dark spot. Ensure it's private.

Step 3: proceed to draw the following diagram in both chalk and blood.

Step 4: light candles and read allowed the following lines. "hic meos animos manes. te gelido e tenebris arcesso barathrum. pacisci velim. cupiditas, cupiditas." (Translation: spirits of the deep, here my call. i summon you from the cold dark abyss. i wish to strike a bargain. desire for desire.)

Step 5: make a deal with the demon you have summoned. 'Warning do no cross the summoning circle or allow the demon out of it.'

It was all simple. They had plenty of candles to use, they bought chicken blood from the butcher. Chalk and sage were easy enough to get as well.

They should really make it harder to summon demons. Especially the more powerful ones. But no demons love easy prey after all.

So, in the dark, secluded basement, they proceeded with their work. Working in candlelight as they drew a large circle on the floor. It was almost ridiculous how attentive they were.

And, of course, it somehow works. It shouldn't have worked, but it did. Summoning Sullivan of all demons.

Being the greedy cowards they are, they don't even consider giving their own souls. No. They offer their sons instead. Like he was some kind of coupon!

Not that Sullivan seemed to care about who's soul he received. Although he was happy, he came out with such a great deal. His grandson was worth a x100 what he paid.

Their son, who had been currently at sea, working hard to send them money. Ungrateful ingrates. Scum of the earth.

Not even offering an explanation. Just asking him to do it. Telling him to be good and do this for them. Disgusting, horrible, trash. Sending a child to hell in their place.

And all of this for what? Money? They most likely burned through it in a week or two. Ending up deeper in debt than ever before.

Having no Iruma to work off their debts for them this time. No escaping the loan sharks this time. Nothing left but a life of misery for those two.

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Reader in my head? What the hell!?! Get your boots off my couch!

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HOWS IT GOING?!

HERE HAVE A GOLD STAR!

Sparkles!

Just made my day.

Honestly? Nothing new.

Still broke, still have animals trying to kill me, still have sassy partner of +10 years by my side. Still typing stories like a mad person.

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There's nothing like screaming at the sight of a dead rat on the stairs.

That blood curdling shriek of pure shock. Not because of the rat itself. Not even because it's dead.

Why do I scream then? Because the bugs have started swarming it already, and I am far more afraid of bugs than anything else.

One of the neighbors hears me and scrambles out their door and comes over with a bat ready. Only to see what I'm screaming about.

Now they scream and I'm crying and laughing.

Honestly, you'd think there was a murderer or something at the way we're flipping out.

Finally this other neighbor come up the step to yell at us, then they see the rat and their like "aw hell no" and walks back downstairs.

Maintenance is out for the day and both me and neighbor 1 ain't touching it.

QUE KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR

My babe comes up the stairs with major sees the rat and tosses the leash to me. Proceeds to use one of those poop scoop bags and puts the body in that. Calmly walking down the stairs like nothing happen and they aren't tossing a dead body.

Me and neighbor look at each other and laugh.

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So my partner is a dumbass.

They asked me why I don't charge for any requests I take from you darlings.

Can you believe the audacity?

I know for a fact that most people reading my work be living paycheck to paycheck.

Heck, I'm living paycheck to paycheck. Why would I charge?

That being said. The tip jar is open. If you want to leave a tip for all the stories I've made your welcome to. Or if you just want to prove me wrong. Either way.

Don't feel pressured to, though cause I'm gonna wave it in my babes face and say, "I told you so"

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Catnap

At first, they were curious. A stranger in their home. Was it friend or foe? It was staying with them now. Master seemed excited about it's presence and the boss was indifferent.

Masterseemed to act very silly around it. Babbling and spinning it around. It seemed safe enough to be near.

It spoke softly. It was patient. Master and the boss called it Iruma-kun? What was an Iruma-kun? It didn't smell like anything they had come across before.

They observed the creature as it roamed their halls. It certainly ate a lot. What if it tries to eat them? No... the boss would never allow that.

It often did strange things like hiding or talking to itself. A blue ball of fear. Maybe it was just a kitten? It certainly smelt young.

Little youngling running through the halls. Breaking free from fear. It often laughed and played now. Bringing loud companions with it.

The house was often full of noise since that strange creature called Iruma-kun came. That much was true. No longer was it a silent place.

It couldn't be that bad, though. After all, they often received treats from this Iruma-kun. So there were some positive things about this new arrangement.

The little one was good at giving scratches, too! His small hands know the best spots. Making them purr blissfully.

But the best part, by far, with the newest addition was the naps. The little one had the comfiest bed. And made the best nests.

They slept for hours with him. Enjoy the nice warm blankets that surround them. He often snuggles close, cuddling with them in his sleep.

The peaceful air. The warm surroundings. Nothing was better. Overall, both felines were happy with the newest addition to their home.

Such a good kitten. It was a good thing master and the boss took him in. It was good that Iruma-kitten was in a safe home like this.

The covers were warm. The little one was deep asleep. Each of them curled up on either side of him. This was nice. This was warm.

The little one was in a nice, safe space. They were warm against the little ones' body heat. Perfect for a cat nap.

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Passion and flames

Alice needed to become stronger. He had to become stronger. He couldn't constantly rely on his evil cycle as his last resort.

He needed to be stronger. So he could protect his precious soulmates. He couldn't let them do all the work. Both Iruma and Clara had clumbed the ranks. It was about time he did the same.

So as much as he loathed it. As much as it wounded his pride. He knew he had to improve himself. The best place to start was with his bloodline magic. He had hoped this day would never come.

His mother smiles cheerfully from across the room. Not a single scratch on her. Not a bead of sweat. You'd have never guessed they had been training for hours looking at her.

It made his blood boil. What was he missing? Why wasn't it working? "You're approaching this the wrong way~" His mother wags her finger disapprovingly at him.

He grinds his teeth. "What am I doing wrong! I'm doing exactly what you said! I need to get stronger!" She sighs and shakes her head at him.

"Our bloodline magic isn't about strength. It's about love." She struts around him. Each step of her heels echos around the room.

♡I see you're driven by your detestation. Your every step is stoaked with animus.♡

Alice backs away, eyes widen. His mother usually never uses her magic with her voice. He felt a chill down his spine.

♡You need a different type of motivation. Or there's no way that you can handle this!♡

Her power pulses with each note. Her body swayed to the tune she's created. Invoking her succubus magic into keeping his focus on her. She grips his chin.

♡I know you're thirsting for vengeance, darling. You're out for blood. But you'll only stand a change if you're out for love!♡

He barely ducks out of the way of her tail lash. Attempting to strike back with his claws. She was too fast for him.

♡Out for love~, lo~ve! Think of who you care about. Protect them and be out! For love~ Lo~ve! You're gonna fight without gloves, long as you're out for love.♡

He flinches away from the high kick she sends. It barely missed his nose. She was serious in this lesson.

Her words felt like iron weights. Latching onto him and dragging him down. Hitting him harder than any strike.

♡Fuel yourself with the fear of losing those who are your reason to live! Harness your heart, and you can't help choosing to fight with all you can give~♡

Iruma... Clara... if something happened to either of them. The thought enraged him. He was feeling that familiar sensation that came with his evil cycle.

Only it was different. It was a more primal and raw feeling. Like flesh tearing. Was it because he felt threatened by his mother's actions? The fact that she was using their magic against him?

No... it was more than that. She was using his feelings against him. It was in their kinds nature to do so after all.

♡I know your thirsting for vengeance, darling your out for blood. But you'll only stand a chance if your out for love.♡

He started letting his emotions go. He let instincts take over. His strikes are more reckless but more powerful. More aggressive.

♡Out for love~, Lo~ve! Think of who you care about, protect them, and be out. For lo~ve, lo~ve!♡

He was able to predict her movements now. Or maybe it was just because he was not holding back. He wasn't restraining a part of himself anymore.

♡You're gonna fight without gloves, and when push comes to shove, yeah, you just might rise above! Long as you're out for love!♡

He takes flight. Having the high ground to strike. His mother snatches his leg in mid-air. The pair tumbles down.

At first, he's frustrated, thinking it's his loss. But then he sees it. His mother's amused smile as she holds up her palm. Blood. He made her bleed. He had won this round!