#Fuck Frogs Wrath

[textheslightlymorelimited]

Currently trying to no-hit the Everhood Secret Bosses.

Not having too great of a Time here right now.

[amygdalae]

[robo-bozo7125]

Frog when you dont want to murder all your friends

[hp-hcs]

Mattheo Riddle and Draco Malfoy x he/him

Yanderes au

He’s a pureblood who was forced to be a death eater, like them. And they get this overwhelming possessive urge to protect him from anyone and anything.

When he’s in pain they can’t - seriously can’t even think of leaving him alone. They’re physically hurt seeing him in pain. If he’s struggling they are going to help, whether he asks for it or not. If someone hurts him? Hell even if Voldemort himself hurts him? Even he wouldn’t survive their wrath.

They see themselves in him. But also not, because they wouldn’t care for themselves the way they care for him. They wouldn’t isolate themselves as they do with him. They don’t love themselves. Like how they are sickenly obsessed with him.

They don’t really let him do anything for himself because of their obsession. What if his bag clip breaks and cuts his hand? Yeah no. They’ll get Goyle to carry it for you. What? He’s feeling hungry? Don’t even think about getting up. They’ll order a house elf to make the best there is. He’s being sent on a death eater mission? Oh they think not. Never again. Never again.

i’ll be honest, i have like five very similar requests in my inbox already, so i kind of just skimmed this one until those last four lines hit me like a fucking TRUCK

! five part series; each part has six chapters ! (ambitious, i’m aware)

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『 Never Again 』

Yandere! Good! Draco Malfoy x Male! Reader x Yandere! Good! Mattheo Riddle

【 Part One — The Lesser of Two Evils (We Were Children) 】

Chapter One — Nobodies (Who Are You? Are You Nobody Too?)

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❝ I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they’d advertise - you know! How dreary - to be - Somebody! How public - like a Frog - To tell one’s name - the livelong June - To an admiring Bog! ❞ — “I’m Nobody! Who are you?”, Emily Dickinson

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Mattheo Riddle and Draco Malfoy had majorly fucked up five times in their lives.

The first was, of course, choosing to take the Dark Mark and swear allegiance to the Dark Lord—deadly ultimatum or not.

(Choosing is a strong word, though. They didn’t choose. They were told.)

They were fourteen.

~~~

An honor, they were told it was.

A once in a lifetime opportunity, their mothers crooned while stroking their hair. How proud you’ll make your father.

Proud, they repeated in their minds. I’ll make everyone proud.

They kept repeating the sentiment, even as their flesh sizzled and crackled, darkened and flaky around the edges of the new and never-healing burn.

Even as they were sharply dismissed from the Death Eaters’ meeting without so much as a glance from their fathers.

Even as the boys went back to their respective rooms in Malfoy Manor—where Lord Voldemort had decided to set up shop with his army of loyal sycophants—and bandaged up their arms.

Even as they both cried themselves to sleep—praying for Someone to rescue them from this self-inflicted hell—they repeated the sentiment, over and over.

They’ll tell me they’re proud of me. They will.

But Nobody did.

~~~

“Good. Now kill him,” Lord Voldemort hissed in his son’s ear, his hand holding the elbow of Mattheo’s wand arm steady. “Just like we practiced.”

Mattheo licked his chapped lips, steeling himself as he eyed the pleading Muggle man before him.

“Sir- b-boy, please! I- I’ve done n-nothing-”

“Avada Kedavra.”

The Muggle dropped like a rock, his pleas sharply cut off as he fell backwards. His skull made a sickening crack! as it hit the fine marble flooring of the Malfoy manor.

A slow and twisted grin of glee crossed Lord Voldemort’s face. “A-ha! Very good, Mattheo. Well done. Brilliant form, perfect diction…”

(The Dark Lord was not a stupid man. He knew how much his validation affected his son, and he knowingly used that to his advantage.)

“Nephew, come here. Your turn.”

Draco gulped and stepped forward as Mattheo returned to the edge of the Malfoy family’s ballroom-turned-execution-theater. The two cousins traded a glance as they passed one another, both sharing the same thought.

They’d become child soldiers, plain and simple.

Death Eaters.

A pair of Nobodies, doomed to be Somebodies.

Their arms itched.

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[audsthoughts]

I get it, live actions aren’t for everybody and that’s totally fine. Not everyone’s gonna like it. But to shit on the stupidest things, or draw the dumbest conclusions??? Blocked. Y’all look dense as fuck. Views will be mixed as they always are, quit clogging up the tags with your negativity and find some chill 😂 The originals are still there to watch or read and enjoy…so go do that…it’s literally on the same app 👏🏻 I’m trying to be understanding I am, but some of y’all are so damn hung up you’re letting it completely destroy something you’d otherwise enjoy

Anyways!! Here’s some of the stuff I loved from the atla live action!

•cinematography, soundtrack, costumes - all on point

•getting to see the airbenders flourishing!!! Also the dude who played Gyatso?! Didn’t think I could love him more!! Even though it was painful as FUCKKKK getting to see the first invasion of the fire benders was an epic masterpiece

•speaking of, the first scene?? With the earthbender soldiers in the fire nation?? Iconic

•Omashu: unpop opinion I’m sure (bc y’all hate change but simultaneously hate when it’s carbon copy????????🤦🏼‍♀️) I loved how they incorporated like 3 or 4 episodes into one, and they flowed really well together. Jet is FOINEEE. Mechanist was perfect & his son is a freaking badass, amazing casting! Even though it was change, the secret tunnel scenes were still really freaking cool and the badgermoles were SICK AS FUCK. Also I love that Bumi was still cooky but not just randomly cooky? Like mans was run down from being king basically the entire war…which FAIR. And it made sense that he was peeved with Aang BECAUSE they were such good friends. Like the other avatars being mad at him? Yea that’s whatever. But for Bumi it was kinda personal. Also CABBAGE MAN WE MISSED YOU 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Oh! And the way they mentioned other episodes like they were lore when Zuko was trying to find Aang? That was an amazing way to tie back to the OG series

•I love how they incorporated the blue spirit, Koh, the fog of lost souls & parts of the ep where sokka and Katara got sick & Aang had to get them frogs - just reimagined it. Oh also Hei Bai! Yea, I loved that whole episode. Koh & Hei Bai were SCARY as fuck, it was awesome!!

•HAHN MY BELOVED…I ADORE YOU! Favorite character that they added/changed. Katara getting the other women involved in the battle?! Tui & La? The oasis?! 😭😭 stunning!!!! I also LOVEDDDDD Aangs avatar spirit that he turned into, literally perfect! And I loved the change that he gave himself over to the spirits wrath..fucking SICK. Also right before aang turned into the spirit/whatever that’s called, I was praying they’d do the line and thEY DIDDDD!!!

•Fire lord Ozai?? 😳😚 nothing needed to be said - perfection

•Kyoshi?! The Kyoshi warriors?! SUKI?! - speechless

•I like that they’re making more of a point to show how smart Sokka is! Mechanist calling him an engineer…I hope they play more into that! Ik they did a bit in the show with the subs (cartoon), but still

•”~hE rAn~” seriously my favorite line, I was DYINGGGG!!! The scenes with Zuko and Iroh, Zuko before the war meeting, the leaves from the vine being in the background at the funeral….ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?! Zuko’s crew being the crew he SAVED?! And when they find out they all do the fire nation bows to their prINCE?! 😭😭😭😭

I’m being fair y’all - things I don’t love/hope they change:

•this one I’m 50/50 on - I don’t love that they tried to give Kuruk a reason for disappearing. They tried to pull shit from Korra to make him look meaningful & not useless as an avatar and it didn’t hit for me

•some of the wigs: obviously we won’t see Yue again, but I wanted her hair to be white. I didn’t love the wig but it wouldn’t have been as bad for me if it wasn’t so grey. Also do NOT love Azula, Tylee or Mai’s hair. Ik they look just like the show but whether that’s wigs or their actual hair (I’m clueless) it needs some serious improvement. Azula’s looks great down, I just don’t like how big the side pieces are that frame her face when it’s up.

•Katara, my love, I am PRAYING part of your development is also going to be her becoming more outspoken and badass, bc this season we saw the tiniest of glimpses of it, not a fan (unless it’s a part of her development…she did grow up in a tiny ass tribe so I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt)

• IK they’re going with a much more serious Aang, but pleaseeeee give us some actual moments of him being a kid. We saw that like twice 😭

•Dante is the PERFECT ZUKO, I will hear NO slander. However, I need him to be more of a dick. I’m hoping we’ll get that when he gets super desolate when they’re on the run & then we have Zuko alone & he has his inner battle. I need snarky dickhead Zuko, so you can truly see the big differences between what he’s fighting (himself vs. who his dad wants him to be)

Have fun kids!

In case I haven’t made it clear, idgaf if you disagree. I go so hard for these live actions because it’s fun! It’s just supposed to be fun and different and new. If you get so serious about it you’re ALWAYS going to be disappointed, there’s no way around it bc nothing is ever going to be as good as the original book, the original show, the original tale. OG atla is ALWAYS gonna be the winner, nothing will compare! So sit back ~relax~ and find some joy in the little things

[evilminji]

Q.A.B. - 2! Another Eraserhead one!

But THIS time? With either a tourist or Hero Oc of your own creation! Calling this one Caiman Erasure!

Cause! :3c I'm out here~ makin Quirk Accident Designer Babies~ FOR THE FUNSIES! I wanted to see? What "oh SHIT! DODGE!" *fails to dodge* Random Quirk Combo? Would result in a stronger variant of Erasure?

And? May I PRESENT o/ the broad-snouted caiman!

Cousin of the humble alligator. It's south American. And? Probably part of somebody's mutation Quirk like Tsu's Frog quirk! But more IMPORTANTLY? They? :D only have to blink once every TWO HOURS~☆

Imagine it. IMAGINE Eraserhead's lil pscho grin but POINTY and in a jaw that can CRUSH BONE, can clamp down like a BEAR TRAP. A face lined with scales, slit eyes, just as lazy as her dad? Itty bitty baby claws.

Yellow-ish and black scales just like her dad's hair colors, fading into white beneath her wittle chin. Eyes that stare and stare and STARE. Unblinking. Jaw slightly loose to reveal those pointy AF teeth. Zoned out? Staring through you? Staring you DOWN?

Is she asleep with her eyes open again?

You don't KNOW!

Just? Oh GREAT.... Fuckin FANTASTIC! Eraserhead has a DINOSAUR DEMON for a daughter. *horrifying hissing grows from the unblinking swamp thing in a colorful kitty themed jumper* JESUS FUCK!!!! Where did you COME FROM!?

She's in the fuckin VENTS. Can hold her breath for HOURS. Sleeps in pools like a DROWNED CORPSE.

And worst of all?

Her "Make no mistake. I AM the wrath of God come for you" nightmare demon of a homeless man father? Fully supports her ridiculous shenanigans. Something about independence and growth.

They live in FEAR.

All while Eraserhead's carting her around under one arm, limp n dozing, like a purse dog. Sleeping bag under the other. She don't bite, he drawls. (YES SHE DO!!!)

Who the FUCK let this man have kids?

[rainiishowers]

Obey Me As Incorrect Quotes Tumblr Posts

A/N: I thought I'd add a little spice to my incorrect quotes, that's the only reason. They may be worded differently for different reasons If you recognize any of these you get one of my home made treats ---- Diavolo: Being happier has been triple legalized! Fun times are coming soon!! MC: Is.. Is that a threat?? Diavolo: Yes!! ---- Satan, in one of his moods: What's a mob to a king, what's a king to a god, what's a god to a non believer, what's a non believer to a poisonous dart frog?? Asmodeus: What's a poisonous dart frog to a king? Mammon: What's a poisonous dart frog to another poisonous dart frog? MC: A friend :) ---- Solomon: What do you call a bunch of chess players bragging about their skills in a hotel lobby? Luke: What? Solomon, sing-songy: Chest nuts boasting in an open foyer~ ---- *Lucifer heavily sighs randomly at dinner* Mammon: What's up? Lucifer: The word heck is a combination of "Hell" and "Fuck" yet it is treated as the lamest word when really it's double as bad. MC: Just like how shucks is a combination of "Shit" and "Fuck" and then there is the fact Goofy has been saying it all the damn time ---- Asmodeus: Rules of fashion: You think it's pretty? Wear it. MC: Okay, but I dunno how I'm gonna wear you. Solomon: You clearly haven't read Silence of the Lambs Lucifer, sarcastically: This went to a great place. ----

Diavolo: You heard of alphabet soup, not get ready for.. Diavolo: Times new ramen! MC: I said this to Lucifer once and he left the room just to scream. ---- Luke: If brains are biological computers, why don't we lag? Mammon: You can't tell me you never walked into a room and forgotten why you were there or lost a train of thought for a moment Beelzebub: One day I was walking home from RAD with Belphie and momentarily panicked because I thought Belphie wasn't with me/ ---- Mammon: If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Beelzebub: Salads. Because anything could be a salad. There's fruit salad, potato salad. What's stopping you from making pizza salad, or even ice cream salad? All you need to do is cut it up and there you go, it's a salad. Asmodeus: It sounds like you thought about that before Beelzebub: I have, yes. ---- Mammon: Finding a needle in a haystack isn't hard, just burn the hay. Leviathan: Find the hay in the needlestack though. Mammon: Big magnet. MC: See this is why I think y'all are sleeping on Mammon, he thinks of things like this ---- Belphegor: Humans are so funny sometimes. I remember when I was younger, there was this vacant lot in the human world. Whenever one of us broke our toys but didn't want to face the wrath of Lucifer, I took them and buried them in the lot. Some dude tried to develop the land, but got scared at the amount of rotten toys and convinced everyone the land was haunted. Mammon: We should use this opportunity to buy the land.

[zhongster]

Stolas! Seeing as he loves the circus and amusement parks, I see him being excited to go a funfair with Blitzø and eating and drinking at every single stall, even the very questionable looking ones. Every time he looks a little uncomfortable and Blitzø thinks he's gonna lose that meal, it turns out to be just a need to burp before carrying on. The guy's an owl, their eating ability is scary and I have a massive soft spot for high class characters being uncouth.

Ooooh i like that, have a little fic! :D

Post Writing Edit: I’m not British so i feel like a total poser using the word “whinging” but it’s such a good descriptor 😭

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DNI IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

Taking Stolas to the fair had, admittedly, not been Blitzø’s idea. It had been a rather helpful suggestion from Moxxie, “He seemed to like it when we took him to Loo Loo Land, Sir”, amid Blitzø’s excessive whinging about what he could do to impress Stolas into allowing him to skip this month’s coital rendezvous.

So, in accordance with Moxxie’s tempered suggestion, he currently found himself wandering around hotter-than-satan’s-asscrack fairgrounds in the middle of the wrath ring fueled by two hours of sleep and pure determination. He scrubbed a hand over is face before picking up his pace to catch up to his companion.

Stolas had positioned himself smack-dab in the middle of a long line of makeshift tents with brightly colored signs advertising all the delicacies wrath was famous for. He was scanning this proverbial wall of huts with wide, overwhelmed eyes. He clearly wanted to try some of it but also clearly had zero idea where to start. Taking the initiative, Blitzø approached the stand that boasted a rather grotesque looking chocolate and cheese covered funnel cake and proceeded to order one.

As he carried his bounty back to Stolas he saw the bird’s eyes widen in what had a 50/50 chance of being apprehension or anticipation.

Curiosity won out in the end and Stolas took a hesitant bite. Blitzø knew he’d created a monster when Stolas proceeded to wolf about half of the funnel cake monstrosity down in the time it took Blitzø to blink.

By the time the fair was coming to a close the pair had visited every available food and drink stall they could find sampling every single food group, infernal or otherwise. They each found themselves incredibly weighed down on the walk back to the I.M.P. van, walking much slower than their usual pace.

Blitzø felt a sizable pressure make its way up into his chest and did not hesitate to release it in the form of a rather loud belch. Stolas jumped back in surprise but otherwise did not seem too bothered by the expulsion. “Oh FUCK those frog eyes were a mistake,” Blitzø whined “I feel like I’m nine months pregnant.”

To his right, Stolas was still idly chewing on some kind of skewer with a look of slight discomfort on his face. “I don’t know how you’re still eating I don’t think I could possibly fit anything else inside me right now, Stolas.” Blitzø remarked.

As if woken from his reverie, Stolas lowered the skewer from his face and the owl went positively green. Blitzø was sure he was about to see a resurgence of the night’s indulgence when Stolas’ hands flew up to cover his mouth but instead of the expected vomit all that came out was a belch that absolutely dwarfed the one Blitzø had let out only moments ago. The gigantic eructation sounded as though it had torn itself straight from the center of Stolas’ chest and lasted for a good few seconds before it tapered off leaving a shocked Stolas still stood with his hands poised over his mouth. He and Blitzø blinked at each other in surprise for a moment before Blitzø burst into uproarious laughter. “I didn’t even know you could DO THAT STOL’S!”

Stolas gave a small embarrassed giggle accompanied by a “please excuse me Blitzø I did not mean for that to come out.”

Blitzø guffawed rather obnoxiously, “There is no WAY you’re embarrassed right now that was a work of art!” he exclaimed.

Stolas seemed unsure, “If you say so.” He replied with a nervous chuckle, muffling another smaller burp into his fist.

Upon that rather large release Stolas slowly and almost bashfully raised the skewer back up to his mouth and took another bite. Blitzø glanced over at him with a distinct look of shock., “There is no WAY-”.

Stolas shrugged in response, “It would be a shame to waste it.”

“You scare me sometimes bird man.”

[wolffyluna]

[slides backwards like Dr Facilier at the end of the Princess and the Frog] No, no, I can't go back!

[the thing I am sliding towards is not hell, but the Silmarilion fandom*]

I have. too many things on my plate. but because i have too many things on my plate, I have reread These Gifts You Have Given Me and remembered:

when I was phasing out of the Silm fandom, I was writing a Celebrimbor/Maeglin fic featuring a grumpy Celebrimbor who is in particular grumpy that Maeglin is no longer making things and is instead partying all the time? and man, that WIP fucked

my ' Celebrimbor is an Angband survivor' idea and man, I have to do something with that. That has legs and they go all the way down to the floor. Celebrimbor stays in Middle Earth because he doesn't want his story to end as 'and his family sucked and then he went to Angband and it was all too much so he had to go West.' Because feeling too tainted for Aman is coming out as 'screw you Aman!' He is working to heal the world and himself and he doesn't see a huge distinction between the two. There's some weird political dynamics surrounding the Gwaith I Mirdain because it's the one polity run by an Angband survivor.

*I feel I should specify I left not because I found the Silm fandom hell-ish or anything, it was just a natural fannish 'to every season turn, turn, turn'

Under the cut is more random ideas to go along with the 'Celebrimbor is an Angband survivor premise.'

Sorry, I'm just ?bouncing? about-- you know the thing where people who other people know were tortured/abused/enslaved/etc get seen as simultaneously pitiful and tainted (and thus to be avoided) and terrifying and tainted (and to be avoided)? Add that to being a Feanorion. Who is deliberately going for political power

And Tyelpe is just being :| and he can't say "how exactly am I going to serve Morgoth on account of his non-existance? How am I going after Silmarils I have no claim to, the most accessible of which is in the goddamn Sea?" Because he knows the one thing people cringe from more than an Angband survivor is one who makes the subtext text And Annatar can ask him about Sauron-- and they've never met, but Celebrimbor is incredibly intimate with his works, shall we say. I love the idea of Tyelpe of wanting to forgive Sauron, but very aware he's only going to be able to do it with the firm belief Sauron could never hurt him again and Sauron is-- somewhere else. But-- he himself has done things For Morgoth because he got backed into a corner. And… he doesn't think that's the case with Sauron, he thinks Sauron was wholly willing, but is he telling himself that to believe that there was a line he wouldn't cross, even if the war of wrath never happened?

And the dynamics with Galadriel-- they're both ambitious as hell, but you have Galadriel from the unstained line of Finarfin, who lived in sheltered Doriath, and you have Celebrimbor, Feanorion who was dragged out of the mines of the Iron Hells at the end of the war.

Celebrimbor, when he's first asked if he wants to go west, has literally just been dragged out of Angband, blinking in the sunlight. And he hears "do you want to be trapped somewhere forever?"

Tyelpe: nO!

It's only later he goes all healing over the world, and also-- he knows a lot of people would be more comfortable if he was somewhere else, but like, a nice somewhere else so they didn't feel bad about wanting him there. And you aren't the son of Curufin who cast him aside if you aren't capable of running on pure spite

Also, I'm somewhat tempted to have Celebrimbor be disabled in one way or another (partially for ~ realism, partially because ~ "make your faves disabled! It's free, it's easy, it's cheap"). Tyelpe with shitty lungs from blowing holes into cores of mountains (… can the Eldar get silicosis?) who is scrupulous about the ventilation in the forges. Tyelpe who made huge strides in insulation so he can store ice from the mountains all year round. (

Annatar gets affectionately told to fuck off when he finds Celebrimbor writing at a desk with ice packs strapped to as many of his joints as possible, and makes a comment about that being a literal king's ransom of ice)

(Celebrimbor also goes on a spiel about how he's working towards a Middle Earth with enough power and knowledge that everyone can get a weighted blanket full of ice, and he means it, he just also means "I want ice to be plentiful enough that no local maia ever comment on how much I go through")

(Other random idea that might be fun: there was a headcanon going around of Angband clipping notches into ears to mark information about its slaves? And I love the idea of Celebrimbor having been in Angband being literally obvious from his face, and people in the know can just Look and Know he was specifically working in the mines as an engineer or something.)

(He wears jewellery in his ears, and people think it's to hide the notches, but no. He's using the notches to do topological things you couldn't do with normally placed piercings. His ears are clipped AND he thinks silver and enamel wisterias look good AND he likes a small scale engineering challenge)

(He wears a lot of jewellery, but it takes people awhile to notice that he'll wear rings and nose rings and earrings and fancy hair pieces, but he never wears anything around his wrists, ankles, or neck)

[plnkdemon]

LOVE ME LIKE A GOD, I'M WORTH IT TILL I'M NOT

lucifer x gn!mc breaking up word count: 1,097 tw/cw: bleeding, branding/burning (from a pact mark, not done by another person), toxic (abusive?) relationship, self-reflection, loss and reclaiming of self-worth, nonsexual stripping down to underwear, self-indulgent writing, no beta we die like mc. please let me know if anything is missing. notes: mc is unnamed with they/them pronouns and an unspecified body type, with the exception of the placement of two pact marks. mc is described as having a stronger proclivity towards the sins of pride and wrath (in that order), because i am nothing if not epicurean.

“That’s enough.” The words leave your mouth before you’ve finished thinking them, cutting off the tirade of thinly veiled aspersions with an unintentional command.

Your normal stance is a brazen refusal to conform, most likely carried over from your home realm. It’s second nature to keep your keep rooted in place when someone tries to push you to the side, and it’s no different in the Devildom. You only proved that, both figuratively and literally, between ordering the brothers to address you by your name instead of “human” and physically holding your ground in the face of threat of death. At the start and end of every day, you are proud and not unjustly so, earning yourself the pact mark of the Avatar of Pride situated in the center of your chest as a symbol of your strongest sin.

But none of this is normal, is it? In fact, it’s so fucking stupid. At what point did you allow yourself to soften, become malleable to the hands of a man? Even worse, when did you start to feel ashamed to show your true shape instead of the carefully crafted visage that was thrown over you? It was slowly suffocating you without you even realizing it.

The comprehension is so sudden and heartbreaking you audibly gasp for more air – real air that wasn’t heavily filtered through the thick layer of what you’re expected to be. When you breathe out, it sounds uneven and choked. You were a frog in a pot of water, and it finally boiled over.

In the short time your realization took, Lucifer becomes enraged. Being told to “stop” by a mere mortal and actually have to obey was blasphemous. What gives you the right? Where did you find the audacity to even think to silence the First Lord of Hell?

His anger is blinding. While his words had been cut off, it didn’t prevent him from doing anything at all. He took on his demon form and stood tall, head raised so that he had to look down the bridge of his nose at you…

You… sitting on the edge of his mattress with your head bowed. It stops him in his tracks without a single order from you: he doesn’t recognize this human. The loss of familiarity is stunning and confusing. What the hell is going on?!

You shrug off the clothing that he had meticulously picked out for you, the cause of this whole argument because you had folded them rather than handing, causing minute creasing in the fabrics. In Lucifer’s eyes, an inexcusable failure for a guest of Lord Diavolo’s.

Left in your underclothes, you finally raise your head, meeting the bewildered eyes of your partner – your keeper. Lucifer remains stock still while you gather the clothing and stand, not minding that he had purposefully left an uncomfortable lack of space between his commanding frame and the edge of his bed.

He finally starts to recognize you, the stubborn human who never paid attention to whether or not space was made for them, because you would unapologetically make room for yourself. A wordless statement of your own presence, that was not to be ignored, dismissed, or silenced. 

When the armful of clothes is unceremoniously shoved into his chest, he doesn’t protest. He watches as you don’t flinch when his intimidating wings flutter. This was the human he fell in love with, how long had they been absent? How did he not notice? How long…? Beneath the re-emerging human that he’d adored and longed for ever since they were first acquainted, was a shade he didn’t remember…

Revealed by the shedding of the outfit he’d chosen for you was his brother’s mark, just above his own, darkly gleaming with dangerous rage. Momentarily, he wonders why you would summon Satan, before his mind catches up with the situation. You had said nothing, the pact wasn’t active with his brother’s power, but your own, a side effect of your own inner wrath.

Lucifer doesn’t regret his choice to bind himself to your soul, but always made a conscious effort to hide the evidence of it under high-collared shirts, inadvertently hiding the mark that was so close in proximity to his own. Logically, he knows the meaning of the placement: that while your strongest sin was pride, wrath was not far behind. It was easy to ignore that though when it was out of sight and when he ensured you acted only as he permitted.

The skin around Satan’s mark is red with irritation, burning like a branding, and he knows from experience that if you weren’t calmed down, blood would be drawn soon, staining your underclothes and obscuring the mark of pride with the stream of red.

Lucifer can’t find it in himself to reach out or to try to form words, whether the command would allow him to or not. His gaze is locked onto your sternum, where he’s sure you’re experiencing terrible pain. A pain he caused – causes.

A misunderstanding of the Avatar of Pride is that he can’t experience shame or embarrassment. He can, although his pride prohibits him from showing or admitting as much. As far spread as this misunderstanding is, you know the truth. You know that while his carefully constructed persona shows no reaction, he feels ashamed as he watches your pact with the fourth-born blister and burn, because no matter how many times he lectured you on the mess that your wrath – your humanity – left behind, this was you. You are messy. You leave stains. You make mistakes. You feel so much that you spill your own blood with the sheer magnitude of it. He fell in love with the flaws that made you so inexplicably yourself but he painted over them, sealed them away in favor of making you something you aren’t. This is the result, cracks in the thick layers of plaster and acrylic where your flesh and bone are exposed.

He doesn’t stop you from shoulder-checking him as you force your way past. He doesn’t move even when the door slams shut behind you with finality, leaving Lucifer to deal with the solitude that he earned. He nearly collapses to his knees when he hears Satan’s voice, surely attracted by the pull he felt through your pact. He focuses on the few drops of blood left in your wake, seeping into the seams of his floor, when he hears the two sets of footsteps leading away from his prison cell and he can’t find a single blame that doesn’t fall on his own shoulders.

[veshialles]

the plagues of Egypt is still kinda fascinating to me, like I truly love and admire how we remember history through stories. fuckin super-volcano island EXPLODES and nearly wipes out and entire civilization, but of course you don't know what any of that means. you only experience the following environmental disaster in its wake; poisoned water turning red with sulphur and ash causing the frogs and other animals to flee, acid rain and blackened skies raining fire, people and animals suffocating to death, luring in decompsers and scavengers to feed off the carcasses.

That must already have been horrifying enough, but for it to happen almost immediately after this one guy said he was gonna curse your ass? Of course you're gonna think "aw fuck, he really did summon the gods wrath of 10 plagues upon us"

[daylightcommand3]

Fuck. I've been so busy that I haven't been able to TMNT: Wrath of the Mutants post. Bullet points time:

For me, this game is kinda gonna be lackluster. I've played the original recently. Plus, I've played Shredder's Revenge, which has the most masterful, intricate, and lovingly fluid combat I've ever played. You kinda just attack until you can't in Wrath of the Mutants.

I feel like Traag is a pretty safe bet for a boss in the Dimension X stage. He's intimidating. He's cool. He belongs in that location. And most importantly, he doesn't really require a voice actor.

I really hope they add more summons. I love Metalhead and Leatherhead, but I want more. My top choices are: Splinter, Casey Jones, Karai, Fugitoid, Slash, Rockwell, Pigeon Pete, and Shinigami. Splinter, Casey, and Karai are on the list because of their importance. Fugitoid probably won't happen because there's no way they get David Tennant. Slash, Rockwell, and Pigeon Pete would mean we get the original Mighty Mutanimals. I also imagine getting Tom Kenny and Pigeon Pete's voice actor would be relatively easier. I put Shinigami because I'm biased (I've been on a Shinigami supporting kick recently). Also wouldn't mind a Bishop summon.

I think a Forest level is most likely the final level not revealed. The forest has plenty of locations. The farmhouse, the woods, the mountain roads, the actual mountain. We would certainly fight The Creep. Don't know what the other boss would be. Genghis Frog? Speed Demon? Dream Beaver? Chimera?

Some additional bosses I want to see are Lord Dregg, Biotroid, Armaggon, Newtralizer, SpiderBytez, Snakeweed, Justin, and Belebome.

[sparklingbluerose]

Allied Forces x Reader

"Surrounded by all those whom she had loved the most,

They felt the same and took care of her with no cost."

A/N: STAN HETALIA IT CURES ILLNESSES.

☆

TW: Slight Smut At The End, Cursing, Badass Reader

Fem! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Also Be Made》

☆

"YOU MOLDY FROG! WHAT DID YOU?!"

...

Hehe..moldy– ahem.

Anyways, it was a normal day at the house of our (Y/N), 'normal' meaning chaos and complete destruction. But you had been rich enough to pay for damages at least. I hope you are...

"Guys, c-calm down." You sigh, with another attempt to stop them from running around and ruining the house.

The attempt as you can see...was in vain.

Rolling your eyes, you gave a big sigh. Since when and why were you born as a goddamn human feline...ah yes– i haven't told you about you yet. Well, you see..you are what they call a neko. Somewhat human with animal features like cat ears and a tail.

The same applies for the six extra mouths you feed as well which you are well annoyed with. This was sooo bullshit man...your eyebrow twitches, ready to kill them.

"One." You count out loud, making sure to give them the counting as a warning sign to stop running. It was a getting out of hand, and you were ready to beat their asses for it.

Arthur and Matthew clearly heared your voice, and immediately turns to you with wide eyes. "Guys! Stop it!" Matthew hisses.

"..Two." Your voice calls out. Holy shit, since when were you even this intimidating? In a calm manner, Ivan just smiles and forcibly makes Alfred stop moving around.

Lips twitching into a big smile, you look like a psychopathic chesire cat ready for blood. Oh...oh no.

Matthew clasps his hands in a praying position, just muttering some sort of prayer. So this is when it gets serious, huh.

"THREE." In a swift notion you immediately pulled Alfred and Francis by their ears, earning a cry from both as you pin them to the floor with the scariest face you could ever make...

"D-Dudette! We could l-like! Talk about this..righ-right!?" With a sweatdrop, the American attempts to wiggle out of your grasp.

Oh, but it wasn't working..."I suggest that you..maybe apologize like the good kitties you guys are and i'll let you off the hook..?" You make an eerie smile, suggesting ever so calmly.

You were being scary again! Nobody liked that. Of course well, there was no escape to the wrath of neko (Y/N) once you hit her final nerve...apparently. It was all fun and games..

..Though that all ended when your breath hitched, smelling an all too familiar scent, eyes widened as well as everyone else.

"..The fuck–" You stood up, looking down at the two with very furrowed eyebrows and a confused reaction. You were keepjng track of the schedule...you knew it wasn't today, right?

Nope, you were sure. You double checked the calender on the wall and confirmed. Their heat was somehow starting today..

"Wow, so much for my apology." You huff in annoyance, ears flattening before you look around for the cabinet.

"H-Here, love." Arthur obediently gives you the heat control kit and you take it from him with a thankful smile. Now, it wasn't a big problem, now you just...

Ah, nevermind. This'll be hell. "(Y-Y/N)!" Alfred stutters, eyes cascading over your body and you almost choke from how..submissive he was being. You haven't lived with them more than 7 months yet, so they haven't had their heat much but–

Holy shit were you seeing this right? Did you really just feel this victorious over some stuttering and pleads? Oh, my...you wouldn't forget this day for as long as you lived!

"Hmph.." A bit of pink tints your cheeks, and you take out the heat control pills needed for their problems.

This'll last for a week, but you've had your experience. Yours was a lot later than them, so basically you'd have yours next month.

'Calm down. Give the pills, just shove it down their throat and run away like an ugly bitch seeing their boyfriend with another girl she hated– wait what?' You stop in your tracks, holding in your hysterical laughter.

"Okay, okay.." You give a long inhale, and kneel down to the boys in need but...

...

You were pinned.

...

Shit.

"Uh?– Alfred...guys?" Now you felt so inferior, under the warm arms of the animallistic male. His ocean blue eyes were beautiful to stare at, you agreed. But was now the fucking time?

You shake your head, and gasped when you felt...ah, no..there wss definitely something poking you in the thigh!

"S-Sorry aru, it seems like it's starting again." Yao breathes out, the six unable contain themselves to just feel the certain warmth of another person. Anything— that would be fine.

Your eyebrows furrow. "If it's starting, get off me and ask each other to fix it!" You exclaim, not taking this very well yourself.

Though, the attempt didn't last so long, as you felt it growing and the whimpering sounds of the males that you once lived your life with– all being so damn clingy because of this heat...

Gah! You slapped yourself straight in the face, eyes looking at the pitiful sight. Well, you'll be damned..

"I'll help okay– just stop squeezing me before i pass out!" You bonk Alfred on the head, and he reluctantly lets you go. Well, there was really no other choice in the matter. If this was the way out for you then so be it!

"Now.." You mutter, with a hesitant sigh and frown upon them. You could only remember the last time you were being so hazy and out of breath..maybe the sound of pleasurable mewling?~

(HOLY CRAP I'M SORRY I CAN'T DO LEMONS I AM TOO MUCH EMBARRASSED FOR THAT ToT)

Taglist: @stygianoir

[ruinconstellation]

MDZS / The Untamed / CQL fanfic recs

(I have read around 600,000 words of mdzs/the untamed fanfic in the last *checks notes* 3 days. These are listed in the order I read them in. I’m pretty sure they all have happy endings, and for most, no archive warnings apply.)

What Could Have Been by tucuxi @tux-kate (part 1 of Working Title: Everyone Lives (With Knives)). T, 27k, series total 50k. Jin Guangyao-centric in an AU. 

Crumpled at the base of Koi Tower’s long stairs for the second time, Jin Guangyao presses his face into the stone, takes a deep breath despite re-broken ribs, and arranges his features as carefully as he knows how. Then he stands, moving carefully around the pain, and bows deep, arms held straight and true. The walk back up the steps to his father's side is painful enough to wipe the smile from his face; it is not painful enough to prevent him re-taking his place as seneschal, bowing again at the top of the steps. As he straightens, he prioritizes his plans for his father’s demise over all else.

places under the sky by narie (narie on Dreamwidth). T, 18k. During his wanderings, Wei Wuxian happens across the village where his father, Wei Changze, was born. 

Wei Wuxian braces himself for what might come next, the story of how this man died by the Yiling Patriarch's hand—at Nightless City, at the Burial Mounds, as the rest of the sects tried to bring that great villain to account. "What was his name?"

Uncle Gan sits back, twiddles his thumbs as he thinks. "Well, it'd be Wei something, of course."

"Wei Changze, wasn't it?" chimes in a new person, and if anyone agrees or disagrees, Wei Wuxian does not hear them. His wine bowl slips from his grip and the sudden clatter of it barely registers over the unexpected sounds of his father's name. Wei Changze, slipping so careless from a stranger's mouth here in small Taozi, here of all places under the open sky.

Wei Changze.

Wei Wuxian meets his grandmother. No, not the immortal one. The other one.

abstract concepts, applicable by narie. T, 13k. Modern academia AU. 

Lan Wangji meets Wei Wuxian in Foundations of Machine Learning, which Lan Wangji is taking as an elective because he expects he'll get asked to teach something like this as soon as he lands his own tenure track job. He doesn't expect to enjoy it, and he doesn't.

Science AU time! In which Lan Zhan and Wei Ying meet in grad school in the USA at a fancy Ivy League university, and things progress from there (actual science content is light, never fear).

Dragon's Gall by ritualist @jelenedra. M, 5k, epistolary as a future analysis of messages hidden within Madam Lan’s weaving.

Recovered from the excavation of the Cloud Recesses in 34 Chongjian, the tapestries of Shui Jiuzai are one of the only surviving examples of the fibrecrafts of the Yangyan era.

(Or, the marriage of Madam Lan, in her own words.)

Restoration by ritualist. M, 85k, Yiling Wei sect AU. 

They say he was thrown into Luanzang Gang by the man who killed his parents; they say that he is an immortal cultivator who had been in a deep trance until the Wen sect disturbed his rest and incurred his wrath; they say that he is the fierce corpse of a cultivator who had somehow regained his mind and his spiritual powers. When Lan Wangji sees him for the first time, he understands why people talk.

Meng Yao wants safety. Xue Yang wants vengeance. The Sunshot Campaign wants victory. Yiling Laozu provides, for a price.

The Life Cycle of the Frog and the Fish by Aerlalaith @aerlalaith​. T, 53k, modern reincarnation AU with Wei Wuxian raised partially by Baoshan Sanren.

“Huh,” Wei Wuxian said finally. He was staring at the guy’s face, lips parted. “He’s kind of…” he tilted his head. “Hot?”

“Don’t you dare,” said Jiang Cheng, “try and sleep with the random hobo we found sleeping in a haunted fucking cave.”

(Reincarnation has its pitfalls.)

somehow, someway, we all get to someday by Stratisphyre. T, 76k, role reversal AU with Cangse Sanren x Wei Changze x Lan Qiren.

“That’s not why they called us,” Wei Changze said, brow creased in utter disbelief. “They want us to step in and take over leadership of YunmengJiang.”

When Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan die while on a night hunt, the leadership of the Jiang sect unexpectedly falls to a former servant and a rogue cultivator.

A role reversal AU.

a convergence of lightning by Stratisphyre. T, 33k, modern AU centering around Lan Qiren, and also again featuring CSSR and WCZ.

In the end, the decision was easy.

"I've come to tell you I have accepted a position at Yiling University."

Qingheng-jun's attention drifted back to his phone. "Not very prestigious is it?”

"I am taking the professorship. I am also taking the boys."

After the death of their mother, Lan Qiren removes his nephews from Cloud Recesses to Yiling.

there is no limited dimensions by Stratisphyre. M, 84k (WIP with one chapter remaining), Star Trek AU. 

Wei Wuxian whistled. "Wow, Captain, you’re probably glad you managed to deal with that before the new stuffed shirts from Starfleet arrived."

Nie Mingjue heaved a sigh which practically shook the station. Whoever said the only emotion Klingons knew how to emote was anger clearly had never seen one of them irritated. Wei Wuxian had a lot of firsthand experience with it.

Nie Mingjue straightened and turned to the Vulcans standing alongside Wei Wuxian. "Commander Lan, Lieutenant Commander Lan. Welcome to Baxia Station."

Oh.

"Are you Lieutenant Commander Lan or Commander Lan?" Wei Wuxian asked the painfully beautiful and definitely annoyed Vulcan beside him.

The question earned him a cutting glare. "Lieutenant Commander Lan Wangji."

Well, that had to count for something, right?

Lieutenant Commander Lan Wangji joins Baxia Station as Head Science Officer. Of all the things he anticipates upon accepting the commission, Wei Wuxian is not among them.

i’ll take a secondhand monster by Stratisphyre. T, 25k, young Mo Xuanyu meets Wei Wuxian

“You must not stray to the lower levels, A-Yu,” Yao-ge told him with his scary, empty smile. “Or else I shall tell the beast down there to eat you.”

There is a monster in Koi Tower.

the cow says moo, the chicken says squawk, and the demon beast of yiling says by Dragonskye. T, 58k, Beauty and the Beast AU. 

If Lan Wangji had been asking for reasons of fame or money or power (not that he was suffering a shortage of any of those attributes) that would have been one thing. But siblings were a different story entirely. If Jiang Cheng and Yanli were sick, then Wei Wuxian probably would have done just about anything to get those flowers.

"Huh," Wei Wuxian said. "Alright, you can have them."

Lan Wangji's eyes went wide, and Wei Wuxian choked. "I mean-! You can have them if you become my prisoner forever!"

In which Lan Wangji, famed Second Jade of Lan, is not actually taken captive by the fearsome Demon Beast of Yiling. But for some reason, he stays anyways.

[missbaphomet]

Wait a minute. Wait a fuckin minute.

Why did Eridan get angels.

Every other character's medium consists of some combo of concept/item (light and rain, tents and mirth, maps and treasure, etc) but fuckin Eridan gets. Fucking wrath and angels. With the exception of space players (Jade of Frost and Frogs and Kanaya of Rays and Frogs) no one else gets anything alive????? And the only reason space players get frogs is because of their frog breeding duties. Is the implication that they're his denizens??? Denizens are supposed to be amphibious or reptilian.

There's a theory it's meant to contrast with his classpect (prince of hope) the same way LOTAM contrasts with Gamzee's (bard of rage) and yeah that's fine but Eridan still has the exception of having a component of his planet being ALIVE.

It is notable he spent a lot of time killing the angels and he culminated in his classpect by destroying the matriorb so maybe it was a self fulfilling prophesy? His treatment of the Angels of LOWAA mirroring the destruction of his race? Idk just seems weird.

[runawaymarbles]

17 and 18 for the AO3 wrapped?

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

I'm cheating and breaking this into categories.

Favorite main character-- Kate Bishop. She's such a fascinating blend of like, street smarts paired with complete obliviousness. She thinks she's always right and that she is absolutely capable of doing everything, which makes her perspective fun because other people are like "Excuse me what the fuck" and she just refuses to acknowledge it.

Favorite character to write that was only in one scene-- a tie between Uriel and Balthazar, honestly. I just think they should be allowed to be angry at how things ended for them, and the chances they were offered vs the chances the main characters were offered. One-season character rights!

In things that have not been posted--- Tim Curry's Long John Silver. He's slimy. He's scheming. He's accidentally adopted a son. He can recite "sinners in the hands of a wrathful god" at the drop of a hat. What the fuck.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Currently a tie between Jim Jiminez and Kermit the Frog, but I also overthought the hell out of Jack Kline-- I never saw any seasons with him, and got bored after one youtube compilation, so I just kinda winged it.

[ao3 wrapped ask meme]