#AND PROCEEDED TO FORGET ABOUT IT

[joellalovestoread]

Is the Aiden obsession hitting you like a ton of bricks, dear moot?

...Because I approve, I too have one.

YES. Aiden for life my friend!

[ephie-om]

The Scheme

“This is stupid, even for you.”

“Shut up. It'll work.”

“It's not gonna work.”

“Well if you keep talking, it definitely won't.” 

Belphegor laughs softly and curls up on the floor of Lucifer's dark closet. Satan shoots him a glare from above, peeking through the crack in the door. 

“Just admit you made this one too complicated,” the youngest says quietly. 

“It is not too complicated. It's inventive, not that I would expect you to understand.”

“Okay, let's go over this ‘inventive’ plan of yours then. Step one: Lucifer walks in the front door and crosses the foyer, which arms the teleportation circle. He then walks down the hall to his room, assuming he doesn't go literally anywhere else first, and he takes exactly seventeen seconds to do so.”

“He always takes seventeen seconds. I've timed him.” 

“Then, when he reaches his door, he realizes we've been in here because the door is closed. He gets a fire spell ready in his hand, because apparently he wants to kill us-”

“We've done a lot before. He'll be prepared.”

“And the fire sets off the canister of methane that's been slowly dissipating into the air for exactly enough time to create the correct gas-to-air ratio for an explosion, also triggered by the sigil in the foyer.”

“I double-checked the math.”

“He stumbles into his room, disoriented, and triggers the teleportation circle which delivers him into the middle of the Shadow Forest. He has to fight for his life against assorted monsters for exactly five minutes, at which point the return spell will trigger and put him right back where he was standing. We sneak out of the closet just before that to… do what again?” 

“To scare him.”

“What, we're just supposed to go ‘boo’?”

Satan shrugs. “If you want. It's not really important.”

“That's what you didn't plan out? Really?”

“It’s not that hard. Just scare him.” 

Belphie scoffs. “How long do we have before he gets here?”

“I gave us about an hour to get into position and make any last-minute adjustments.”

“An HOUR?” 

Satan shushes him with a disapproving look, but the youngest is incorrigible. “Why are we staying quiet if he doesn't get home for an hour? This is insane.” 

“It was just a precaution. I had to make sure- tell me you're not going to sleep right now.” 

Belphie huffs up at him. “I would go to sleep if we had ten minutes.” The youngest tugs a shirt down from a hanger and balls it into a pillow. “Wake me up when he gets home.”

Satan sighs, resigned to keeping watch. Belphie's breathing slows after only a minute or two, and Satan finds himself soothed by the quiet rhythm. An hour really was too much time, wasn't it? As if Lucifer was ever unpredictable. Satan's eyes close, and he decides that his sharp ears will alert him when he needs to wake up. A quick nap wouldn't hurt. He leans back against the opposite wall and settles in.

Lucifer hides a yawn behind a gloved hand as he pushes open the front door to the House of Lamentation. It’s been a stressful day, and he’s greatly looking forward to the idea of a warm bath. His keen nose catches the scent of magical chalk in the air, and he glances around until he spots the telltale glint of magical runes written on the floor. He would have to remind Satan to clean that later; he isn’t keen to find out what that spell does. He carefully sidesteps the mess and continues up to his room.

He finds the door to his bedroom latched shut, which gives him pause. He’s completely sure he left it open this morning, and something tells him this was a result of one of Satan and Belphie’s pranks. He mutters an incantation, bringing a flickering flame to life in the palm of his hand. He’s learned it’s best not to take chances with these two. He pushes open the door slowly, all senses on alert. But the only thing his ears catch is soft breathing inside his room. Walking in carefully, he looks around until he locates the source. 

A small metal canister lies in the center of the room, and Lucifer tosses the entire thing out the window, not willing to assume it’s nonlethal. The breathing seems to be coming from his closet. Did they put some kind of beast inside it? It sounds like it’s sleeping, but he doesn’t want to assume anything. With fire in hand, he opens the door slowly. 

The forms of two sleeping demons greet him. As he thought, Satan and Belphie were involved. Somehow, he must have entirely countered their plan. Their sleeping faces look relaxed and peaceful, rare for Satan especially. Lucifer stands over them for a moment, considering. The sweet big brother in him wants to let them sleep and assume their plan had worked. But another part of him sings a different tune. How many times had they caught him off guard, humiliated him? He thinks back on how many pictures he’s had to bribe either of them to delete, and gets an idea that makes him grin.

“Asmo! Asmo, come here.” Asmodeus turns around slowly, one eyebrow cocked. Lucifer stands at the bottom of the stairs with a giddy look in his eyes. “I need your help with something.” “Are you drunk?”

“What? No, I’m not drunk. Why would you think that?”

“You’ve got that smile. What do you need my help with?”

“I just need you to document something. And send it to the household group chat afterwards, of course.”

Asmo thinks it over for a moment. “What kind of something?”

Lucifer grins. “Follow me.”

The two demons make their way up the stairs, and Lucifer presses a finger to his lips before opening his bedroom door. In the faint glow from the hallway, Asmo can see his two brothers in the closet. He stifles the giggle that bubbles up, seeing two of his most intimidating brothers curled up on the floor. Almost on instinct, he grabs for his phone and starts to snap photos. Lucifer stands back and lets him work for a moment. He makes sure to get pictures from all angles, close enough to catch Satan beginning to drool.

Asmo sits back for a moment, thinking. “I have an idea,” he whispers with a mischievous grin. “Be right back.” Lucifer sits at his desk waiting, chuckling to himself every time he looks over to the open closet door. Asmo comes back with a plush makeup bag filled with squat bottles of nail polish. “How do you feel about a little competition? You get Belphie and I get Satan. Whoever can balance the most on them at a time wins. Oh, and if they wake up, you’re disqualified.”

Lucifer’s ruby eyes shine bright with mirth. “Challenge accepted.”

Asmo and Lucifer fit themselves in the doorway as best as they can and start stacking. Asmo gets to three bottles on Satan’s forehead before his brow scrunches in his sleep and the bottles nearly fall onto his face. Asmo just barely catches them and curses under his breath, starting over on Satan’s knee instead. Lucifer has gotten to four on Belphie’s shoulder consistently, but the youngest’s arm is a bit too unstable a foundation. After the third fall, he opts to try the side of his head instead, which works out much better. At least Lucifer doesn’t have to worry about Belphie waking up, while Asmo pauses after every bottle to make sure his brother is still fast asleep.

After several minutes of work, both brothers end up at five bottles. Lucifer tries to add a sixth, which makes his whole tower wobble, and he quickly removes it. Asmo has been nudging bottles here and there, trying to reinforce the structure enough to add another. Lucifer sits back, pleased with his work. Asmo sticks his tongue out as he tries to place one more bottle, but it slips right off. He huffs and glances at Lucifer, who smirks. “A tie, then?”

Asmo pouts. “I guess. Oh! I almost forgot.” He pulls out his phone again and shoos Lucifer out of frame, getting several more shots of his brothers. He sits in the center of Lucifer’s room to edit the pictures properly, adjusting the contrast here and there to make up for the dim lighting. Lucifer sneakily snaps a picture of his own, then sets about the task of removing the nail polish from his brothers. As soon as he zips up Asmo’s bag, his phone pings. Asmo grins at him. “I only sent the best ones.” Lucifer chuckles and pushes the closet door until it’s only open a crack, and the two head downstairs.

Inside the closet, Belphie yawns and rolls over. He thought they were never going to leave.

Everyone inside the House of Lamentation knows exactly when Satan wakes up, or at least when he checks his phone. His roar echoes through the house, rattling the windows in Lucifer’s room. Asmo takes that as a sign to barricade himself in his room, and Belphie relocates to the attic and locks the door. They could try a prank another day; for now, he just wants to finish his nap.

[blooming-periwxnkle]

It's kinda crazy when you think about how Ming Yi is basically the less ghastly version of He Xuan. And he was there by Shi Qingxuan's side for centuries, and yet Shi Wudu never found out. He never recognized him.

Imagine being in He Xuan's shoes - like this guy pretty much ruined his life and is indirectly responsible for the deaths of everybody who was dear to him. Shi Wudu rarely descends. But on the eve of Hanlu, he went down to check if he really died or not. He Xuan remembered his face. It probably haunted him during his times at Mt Tonglu, but when he finally meets this person, there is nothing on his face, no shock or horror.

He forgot him, forgot the face of the boy whose life he ruined.

He never bothered to remember. As if he never had a life.

It kind of reminds me of this scene from a manga called Yona of the Dawn. The protagonist is a princess who's on the run. She had lived a sheltered life and was trying her best to adjust to her new life. One day, she had to hunt a fawn for food, and one of her friends asked her if she would be okay with watching it, and she replied that she isn't. It's still hard for her. But she said that in the palace, thousands of animals were slaughtered every day to feed the royal family, and she never paid attention to it. But now, if she averts her eyes, it would be like refusing to acknowledge that the poor creature had a life.

Shi Wudu ruined his life for the sake of his brother, but let alone remorse, he even forgot what he looked like. He was there by his brother's side for centuries, and yet it never struck him, not until the moment his survival was on the line. If he was guilty, would it have changed anything? Would it bring He Xuan's family and the life he lost back? No, but at least it would ensure that his life meant something, anything.

And even after he recognizes him, his first reaction still is not guilt, not remorse. But a question, "You're alive?", perhaps an indirect way of saying, 'did I make a mistake that day?' Or 'did I fail to clear such an important evidence of my crime?'

The person whose life and afterlife is a consequence of his crime, the first thing he says to him is that.

"Noble people really are forgetful'', and He Xuan really meant it. He experienced it himself. For centuries.

[hella1975]

i have done things so godawful and unprecedented and embarassing when blackout drunk that no one can ever understand except perhaps yuri katsuki

[tojosuggestionbox]

The Chairman will gladly reschedule your meeting. We will reach out to you via email shortly.

[onesidedradiostatic]

woah I can't believe it's almost alastor week

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

How do you go about finding/reading fics?

Personally, when I get into something, I'll go through a list of fanfic sites and read all the summaries and pick what sounds interesting, then every few weeks I observed the tag again if I'm still interested. Sometimes I stumble upon them on tumblr, iirc thats how I found yours. Art -> Fic.

Now, while I haven't finished the new Mond murder quest, lack of voices and the weird ost for the trial put me off a tad, I don't have a decent idea of Dahlia but still shouldn't really be all that surprised at the Dahlia/Venti but there are so many in so little time, god speed.

it depends on my investment in the ship. when i first start i just go to the ao3 ship tag and scroll down in order of most recent. if the chronological order is too slow to get new interesting fics for my rate of reading, then i sort by bookmarks in a separate tab and go down the list, checking back in on the chronological order every once in a while

i don't touch any other sites nowadays unless i'm really desperate. i just know that if i go to wattpad i'm gonna end up both frustrated and just reading can't eat love again for the like. nth time.

[melkor-did-nothing-wrong]

The year is 2025 and people are just unironically declaring themselves as the ones who came up with or created a topic that's been in circulation in a fandom since 2015 huh. Weird.

...In other, completely unrelated news, I alone am the creator and originator of shipping villains with other villains, btw. Just so we're all on the same page.

Also before someone crucifies me or burns my corpse at the stake in front of their 5000 followes or whatever, This ISN'T a serious post In case you couldn't tell by the completely silly 2nd part of it. don't come for me. (Secondary extra disclaimer: I am autistic and English isn't my first language and I often struggle to depict the desired tone of the things I'm talking about.)

[myrfjola]

comfort watch. Turns ten this year, I think?

[bambisnc]

okay i saw you were confused about the new jeans situation so

little legal explaination:

new jeans announced that they would leave hybe and ador after mistreatment and bullying accusations.

ador/hybe's contract with new jeans was deemed legally valid and the mistreatment and bullying claims have been proven false in court

thus making new jeans's contract with ador/hybe still valid.

that means all of the njz promotions and activities outside of hybe/ador were a breach of contract on their part

which can and probably will get them in legal trouble

and they are continuing the huge breach of contract fees

njz is appealing the courts decision

they continued to promote as njz by releasing music, selling njz branded merch and signing brand deals

the courts essentially said not to do anything outside of their aodr/hybe contract until everything has been settled.

the girls are really putting themselves in hot water but thankfully they announced a njz hiatus

oh my god. that .. definitely sheds more light on it.

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

very, VERY late, but i present to you:

a collection of quite possibly the worst valentines ever

[velociheroviridi]

File this under "Images that would've been a Hit™ in my Philosophy of Star Trek class groupme"

[yuri-is-online]

You know I think that the main reason poster boys/girls get so much hate from people (like me) is the implied lack of choice. I like being able to get a feel for characters and make my own choice, so when that's not respected in the writing it gets annoying. If you give people the option, in text, to dislike or doubt a character they end up liking them more because it feels like a genuine choice they are making and not something the game is imposing on them.

[softness-and-shattering]

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[linda-rose]

god thinking about the first night with the surprise ttpd set and the even more surprising reordering of the show and how much fun it was to be online. like we were LOSING it, it was truly one of the best nights on here during eras.

[front-facing-pokemon]