#Listen I have a thing for studying the ancient books and shit about power and I know it was cruel to behead that girl but she was RIGHT

[that-gay-jedi]

Learning shit is my favourite form of recreation but learning any new historical thing ever fucks me up so much bc adding any shred of context to the things I hate about life on earth today makes me want to scream. For example, like, a few months ago I was reading The Faithful Executioner by Joel F Harrington and realized very early into the book that our conception of the purposes of brutal medieval punishments reveals a LOT more about us than it does about the people who enacted them.

Shortly prior to the period during which Franz Schmidt, the subject of The Faithful Executioner, lived, responses to murder and other horrendous acts were typically managed by blood debt or other honour systems like those that play pivotal roles in the Norse epics and ancient Greek tragedies and are found in surviving legal codes from numerous other cultures.

Whatever your personal stance on avenging a loved one's death, a significant problem with these systems was that they often spun out of control in various ways, such as creating cyclical feuds between families or communities that could persist for decades, or facillitating an excuse for the victimization of community members who were simply unpopular.

A high priority of the judicial system at this time was to quell these cycles of violence by satisfying the aggrieved public. Making a public spectacle of things like executions and floggings was far more about averting a cycle of violence and supplanting extrajudicial punishments with judicial ones than the motives we so often ascribe to them.

The popular image of medieval tortures and public executions as being performed for their own sake, or to satisfy the laws of a wrathful Christian God, or as a crude attempt at deterring similar crimes comes more from our own perceptions of morality and criminality than from surviving historical records. It holds up a mirror to today's prevalent attitudes toward addicts, the extremely impoverished or unhoused, non-working people and people whose work is deemed to be of low or insufficient value.

People who believe in capital punishment today typically see condemned persons as needing to die for ontological reasons, not because of what the victim's family might do if the law doesn't satisfy them. These are so often the same people who will talk about who does and does not "deserve" food and shelter or about "teaching criminals a lesson." We ascribe these grotesque opinions retroactively to medieval people either because we're not conscious of how they pervade our own worldview, or to foster in ourselves a sense that today's cultures are definitively more enlightened and compassionate than those of the past.

Another example, a while ago I listened to Ancient Mesopotamia: Life in the Cradle of Civilization by Amanda H. Podany and I was repeatedly floored by her emphasis on both the symbolic and material ways in which the ancient Mesopotamian cultures she studies prioritized the wellbeing of community and family as a whole, including the lowliest members, over the exercise of a king's or head of household's (to them these were practically one and the same) powers. It might not quite be enough to make a motherfucker want to go back in time without antibiotics or water sanitation but it sure made me despair about how the fuck a culture like ours, which descends from theirs in so many ways, could have ever reached the point where we allow mass death and suffering on an unthinkable scale at the whims of hyperwealthy Musk-like and Bezos-like figures.

I dunno man. I'm not quite ready to say ignorance is bliss, but I so often feel like my specific interests and hobbies have rendered me very alone in seeing a certain angle of something being so very very wrong.

[straykidsnerd255]

Hi ! I hope you are fine !

Do you still doing Match-Ups ?

If so, can you do one for me please ? :) I would like a romantic Match-Up for Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas (men characters) :) 

First of all, I am sorry if I made mistakes in English, because I am French !

So, for the description : I am a Sun Cancer, Moon Scorpio, Rising Virgo and INFJ (4W5) girl.

I’m average height (160 cm), I have long wavy brown hair with a fringe haircut and green eyes.

I am really shy, introverted, I lack self-confidence and I often depreciate myself. I am also hypersensitive and very touchy. I have a depressed side and I suffer from anxiety.

I have a lot of empathy and compassion and I am modest. I am a dedicated, faithful, persevering, perfectionist, honest and passionate person. I know I am a little too polite with others.

I am hardworking and dedicated a lot of time to my studies (in preparatory class and Japanese). 

I love and I am passionate about a looooot of things ! Like Japan, Egypt, old Scandinavia, animals (I am passionate about wolves),fantasy worlds, writing, reading books, mangas and watching animes and movies, and playing video games (almost only Pokemon). I love art, mythology, esotericism (I love playing with Oracles, Tarots, Runes and learn about paganism), ancient history, listening to music (I listen to a lot of music everyday), and going out to visit museums, castles, cultural places, and walk in forests or beaches, etc. I love drawing but I am not talented at all. (and I love many other things XD).

I love a lot of languages (I learned Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, English and Latin and want to learn Norwegian). 

I try to be the most supportive I can with my friends but I don’t confess easily what I feel or think, and I don’t talk a lot in a group (sometimes not at all). If someone hurts me, even unintentionally I can’t tell it to the person. I am resentful but don’t show it, so people don’t know if they hurted me or not. 

I suffered from school harassment and because of this I always want to please everyone and I find it hard to say “no”. 

I have never been in a relationship but I think I am a romantic, affectionate and attentive person and dedicated to my loved one. But I know I constantly need reassurance because of my lack of self-confidence. I am not a tactile person but I think I can be very tactile with a partner. 

I hope I gave enough information, and thanks in advance ! (sorry if it's too long ! )

Take care ! :)

It was the perfect amount! Yes I still do match-ups and thanks for the request!

I match you with Gemini Defteros!!!

He is a very patient person when it comes to you. He will do everything and anything in his power to make you feel the best about yourself. He loves to kiss your forehead when you feel down and will always smile for you. He has a certain smile that is only reserved for you and you alone. He snaps at people that hurt you whether it's intentional or not. He hates to see you sad and will knock someone out if you ever cry because of it. Defteros is the type of person that will scream, “I love you!” At the top of his lungs to make the whole town know how much he loves you. He isn’t a shy person about this either. 

He is a cuddle guy and will beg you to come and cuddle with him. He’s a gentle soul and will do anything to make sure that you are smiling every second of every day. Defteros is such a goof when it comes to making you laugh. He will do the dumbest shit just to hear you laugh. Your laugh brightens his day and he looks forward to seeing it every day. When you come home after trying to please people that have hurt you in any way, that man is gonna needed to be chained down because he is about to fight them. All in all, Defteros is the man that is willing to be with you through bad and good. He’s yours, and you are his.

[morgana-ren]

anon w a horrifed lesbian pining over my silco related thirst: i am also in love with viktor . and mel. and also mels mom. i have range. i both have wonderful taste and terrible taste in fictional characters and i think thats wonderful of me

i would like to sweetly romance viktor. take care of the guy, listen to his science.

…i would like to be silcos pet no thoughts head empty i sat through all the scenes of him threatening people subtly or not so subtly lile “haha 😳…goddamnit not again”

I dont even have daddy issues. i have no reason to look at the fucked up evil dilf of the series and going “yes i want that one”

Hear me out though, hear me out hear me out.

What if-- What if--

Viktor is in love with you, right? That sweet, tender romance, supporting him in his endeavors and sitting by his side throughout everything. It really is a pure, genuine love shared between sane and consenting adults, you know, like a normal person would have.

But obviously Piltover has something the Eye of Zaun has his eye on, right? Hextech. And what better way to get an in into Piltover's glorious new technology than exploiting the weakness of one of the major scientists behind it?

So Silco, mean man that he is, nabs ya--Or more specifically, has his goons nab you and plop you down right at his feet.

Now look, it's meant to be nothing but a job, but fuckin' uhhhh you're kind of gettin' in his head in more ways than just being an obnoxious little captive. No bueno for the Underking, but hey. It happens. He's old enough to be a mature, responsible man and handle it like an adult and separate business and pleasure and not have inappropriate thoughts about his victim.

Right?

Nah. Before long, he's glaring down at those dumb, terrified little doe eyes you make and wondering what your insides feel like in a non-violent way.

Meanwhile, Viktor is doing everything in his damned power to get you back from the Undercity, fretting over how scared you must be and what dreadful things you've gone through all because of him. Jayce, as always, is no help because eugh, Undercity, and the council is less interested in his little apprentice than they are him, and frankly, it's probably better that he not have any distractions. A win-win, really.

Silco, on the other hand, is working on establishing a lovely Stockholm Syndrome relationship with you, hand slipping higher and higher up your knee every time he assures you that he's not going to let anyone down here hurt you; the chains are just there for your protection; he's just doing what's best for his people and you can't really fault him for that, can you? Not that you could understand the plight of the people down here. You're from up there after all.

He's cunning, he's ambitious, and he's... sorta handsome, actually.

Could he really be all that bad?

But Viktor... But Viktor?

[multiplefandomsblog]

Bomb Squad! S/o w/ Kaito, Kaito, Korekiyo

request; Kaito, Korekiyo and Rantaro with an SHSL explosives expert s/o? How would they react to seeing their s/o flying across the room because they’ve blown themselves up

warnings; gender-neutral reader, cussing, tw; explosives, tw; bomb accidents, bombs and getting harmed by bombs.

note; aargarhgrjgrhjsjah mod bread helped me a lot with this one!! i hafta admit, they totally carried-

Kaito Momota

◊ Kaito Momota, the luminary of the stars. Despite taking large pride in his ultimate despite never actually going to space, he gets intimidated by you. Though he’d never admit that; not even to himself.

◊ He’s not scared of you per se, he’s just intimidated by how cool and serious your ultimate is if that makes any sense.

◊ Well anyway, you’ll definitely hear many praises from this man; because, well, you save millions of lives from blowing up! It’s just all-around heroic! And- well yeah— bombs!

◊ He’s not an explosive person, so he wouldn’t really want to be too close to any bombs, though he’d definitely try helping at least once.

◊ which doesn’t go too well.

◊ the man will have shaky hands the entire time and dead-ass will have small tears in his eyes as he’s fiddling with it. It’s extremely silent other than a few whimpers here and there, so it gives you the perfect opportunity to—

◊ “BOO!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-“

◊ now then... Let’s see how Kaito would react when you blow yourself up, yeah?

— Imagine this; Kaito wanders around the school, partially looking for an escape, but mostly looking for you. The astronaut hums a small tune under his breath as he walks around the pavement in his way too comfortable slippers.

“Hey now, you’re an all-star... Um, wait- how did it go? Put your… Put your-“ Kaito’s quiet and confused muttering had been cut short, as he suddenly jolted his head up to the sky- where he had seen—what he thought was—a shooting star.

Kaito gasped loudly, jumping back in surprise and scraping the heel of his slipper as he pointed at the star-shaped object in the sky, moving at an incredibly fast pace. Hm, though it could’ve been a meteorite judging from the smoke trail it left.

“Oh my god, a shooting star! Awesome!”

It didn’t seem to hit Kaito on how abnormal it was to see a shooting star in their situation. Especially one that had been flailing its arms around and screaming.

Kaito’s wide and amazing eyes seemed to widen more, though this time; in complete dread and shock.

You-

You were the shooting star.

“S/o!? Holy shit—“

The man would sit in between amazed and borderline scared for your life. Was he… Was he supposed to clap? You did tons of crazy shit, so he had no idea whether this was planned.

◊ Kaito would definitely sprint across the school to get to you, he was genuinely afraid if you had survived or not.

◊ Damn, giving the man a heart attack? How heartless of you smh

◊ Kaito has to restrain himself from hugging whatever life was left inside you, he wanted to feel if you were alive and safe.

◊ It definitely takes some time for him to become less worried about your safety 24/7, so get used to coddling and nagging from this man.

◊ He’s kind of an idiot, so he doesn’t know exactly what to do to ensure your safety other than a, uh,

Bicycle helmet.

◊ so just wear one of those, and he’ll leave you alone!

◊ As you two discuss your safety, Kaito ends up accidentally blurting out how cool you looked shooting across the sky. Yeah, he was worried about your safety; but you’re alive, right? Cut him some slack, the man witnessed a flying explosion, of course, he’s going to think it’s cool.

◊ S/o: “You thought I was a shooting star? What’d you fucking do? Make a wish?!”

Kaito:

S/o:

Kaito: “If I told you it wouldn’t come true.”

Korekiyo Shinguji

◊ Korekiyo would be intrigued by you, but also somewhat disturbed by you. Which only seems to fuel the fire.

◊ Korekiyo would enjoy talking to you about how bombs work; he enjoys listening to you talk about your passion, as well as taking in all the information about bombs. It’s entertaining for him to compare how bombs have evolved from the past to the current.

◊ though he loves you and your ultimate if you’re ever going to work on a bomb, stay far away from him. I head-canon that he doesn’t enjoy loud and explosive things, and just witnessing explosions in general. He’s a pretty chill and quiet guy, so it clashes with his vibe, you know?

◊ Sorry, this is so short, I have little to no idea how to write for this man—

◊ It would probably be near impossible to have this man witness your explosions up close. He’s always in his lab studying, so it’s hard getting him out of there, and you can’t exactly go into his lab with your bombs anyway.

◊ But let’s say you somehow did. After persuading him, or maybe he was just too tired to say no.

◊ So imagine this!

— Korekiyo would be sitting on his desk, a nice ancient book splayed out on the wooden surface, and he’d be muttering under his breath small phrases of other languages, as well as small words for himself like, “Humanity truly is beautiful-“

Famous last words.

A sudden explosion echoed out throughout his lab, causing Korekiyo to jolt up and almost crease the pages of his very precious book. Luckily, he did not.

‘I take that back.’

He had been more concerned about his book than the actual human being who had thudded against the bookshelf right beside his head, dropping on the ground after they had peeled off the shelf like processed American cheese product.

“S/o...” Korekiyo sighed, standing up from his chair to step over you and help you up. “You do know that humans were never meant to fly, correct?” He hadn’t even been looking at you when you flew across the room like a baseball thrown by Leon Kuwata, but the quick flash of movement he had caught at the corner of his eye told him what he needed to know.

It was as if he had gotten used to this despite never having witnessed such a feat before.

◊ Korekiyo would definitely give you a small scolding after bandaging you up; yes he was worried about his book and lab, but he had also been worried about you too. He wasn’t just scolding you, so he could avoid future possible destruction in his lab. Pshhh noooo...

◊ Korekiyo would put a sign outside his door after the incident, it’s definitely personal and very passive-aggressive, but he just does not want to witness that again. “Bombs and other destructive weaponry stay OUTSIDE.”

Rantaro Amami

◊ Rantaro wouldn’t be repulsed nor would he be extremely excited about your ultimate. He definitely thinks it’s an incredible ultimate; I mean, bombs are pretty incredible.

◊ But also pretty dangerous too.

◊ I feel like he’d always have to be given a reminder that you’re okay and not dead from your own explosions. Trust me, he definitely trusts you to be careful; especially since that’s your ultimate, of course, you would have lots of experience. But even so, he will still nag you about it. He means well, I swear.

◊ Rantaro would, despite being hesitant about it himself, always want to be with you when you work on a bomb. He’d wear the proper bomb suit and everything, but he’s mostly there because he wants to make sure you’re wearing the bomb suit properly too; please don’t be too reckless, he will take away all your bomb equipment if you are.

◊ You’d get a time-out from it for a couple of days. Yes, he has that power.

◊ You may or may have not made a mistake having him as your boyfriend— but seriously! He’s just being careful, he doesn’t want to lose you.

◊ God, now that I’ve said all this, you’re going to feel reaaaaal bad when I write the scenario for when you actually blow up.

— Rantaro would most likely be by your side the moment you blow up, worried green head over your shoulder as you reassured him, “Pshh, no, it’ll be fine!” Rantaro winced as the bomb you had been working on, made a sound. “Just be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt,” Rantaro spoke with a soft, but scolding voice as his eyebrows seemed to crease further.

“Don’t be such a worrywart, it’s fine-!“ You seemed to be proven wrong, and Rantaro had unfortunately been proven right, as the both of you shot back, a large explosion noise following— Rantaro, on instinct, grabbed you and tucked you underneath his chest, clenching his eyes closed as he awaited the impact of the wall they were about to slam into.

The two of you had flown across the room, clutching each other tightly; if this had been a movie, that would’ve definitely been one of the more romantic scenes.

The air had been knocked out of the two of you, Rantaro more so as he had done the stupidly brave act of shielding you with his body.

Despite being disgruntled and slightly irked that you hadn’t listened to him, he seemed to throw that all aside as he had caught you wincing. “Did you get hurt anywhere? Are you okay? Any burns—?” Your strained groan—shockingly— turned into a laugh, “... That was so fucking fun! Can we do it again!?”

With narrowed eyes, Rantaro had given you the stare you tried your best to avoid being the victim to. The disappointed mom glare. The glare didn’t last long, however, as his eyes softened at the excited look you had on your face. He gets what he signed up for, right?

If this had been anyone else, they would have gotten an earful from him. “You’re insane.” Rantaro halfheartedly laughed, voice still laced with concern despite being playful.

“We’re not doing that again, you explosive monkey.” Rantaro shoved your head gently, only to receive a playful hit back.

◊ Rantaro would be extremely worried if you ever put yourself in danger like that. Unlike Korekiyo, he cannot get used to it when you blow yourself up. No matter what, he will always worry about you.

◊ Mom Mode: ON

◊ He is now more careful with you, the worry he has for you has now increased by 100% so yeah, good luck with that.

◊ the next time will not be as forgiving. Next time—if Rantaro even lets you have a next time—; you will be in scoldings galore.

[genesisrose74]

Requested by @blanknamed (aka my bestie fr): hihi i saw the matchup and remembered my irl friend sent me these pictures when describing my aesthetic at one point and was wondering if i can have a matchup with someone from dsmp and dr. stone 🥺congrats on 1k too! so proud of you ❤️ you deserve this milestone!

Arielle get over here and let me give you a virtual kiss on the forehead because you’re just the sweetest person to ever grace this earth 😚forgive me for the long wait but i had to put so much into this one because it’s for you!! thank you for always being such a ray of sunshine and for becoming one of my first ever mutuals so long ago — and as a show of my gratitude, i’ll get right into your first pairing, which is going to be with…

I had a literal conflict over this because I think you could be compatible with more than half of the characters in dr. stone (looking at gen specifically), but UGH you and Senku would be so damn iconic together. As much as he’s not intent on becoming romantically involved with anyone, it just so happened that you both had a chance meeting together at the school library — in the modern times pre-petrification, of course. You were looking for a book on the development of radiation powered technology for a history class, and by coincidence Senku was reading the blurb of that very text when you stopped by. When you asked if he’d read it, your classmate simply shook his head and said he just knew a lot about the subject, and soon enough a conversation blossomed from that point.

Y’all talked for two hours. While standing in the same spot. TWO HOURS. And it didn’t even stop there because he realized the time and asked if you wanted to talk more over a bowl of this really good ramen he knew about close by. Senku barely even realized the implications of his offer until much later, since…

He was way too involved in your conversation to notice

He’s never had any interest like that in someone before, let alone has he ever tried asking a person out in general

Everything about you was so interesting to him that he cannot process anything else going on around him and he doesn’t know why

You just feel so different in comparison to his dynamic with anyone else that it throws him off. He’s curious as to why he straightens up when you walk in a room, why everytime you smile at his stupid dry jokes it makes him more confident, why your intrigued questions about his work give him an extra burst of adrenaline. After he comes home late, having fallen asleep in the library while you studied for a test beside him, Byakuya eventually spells it out for Senku in massive bold letters.

No, seriously, he writes it on a whiteboard with a chunky black marker.

“That’s ridiculously far-fetched,” he asserts quickly, trying to push his old man out of the room. “Since when have I ever been interested in anyone in that way?”

“Senku, you waited for her to finish her work. Without complaint.”

And he’s like: oh shit—

But knowing Senku, he still makes some futile attempts to disprove the concept that he could ever be attracted to someone in a romantic sense. Ya know, all that, “science is my only devotion” shit. It lasted for about two weeks, which was the exact amount of time that he tried avoiding you in hopes of seeing if he could in fact continue his routine without your presence next to him.

The bitch still cannot swallow his pride though, so you have to be the one to make the first move — which is about as simple as perfecting Flight of the Bumblebee on a violin. Every time you try bringing it up, it’s like Senku gets a sixth sense about it and is pulled away from you as soon as possible. At some point you just had to corner him in the school lab, hands smacking against the surface of his work table and mouth blurting it out.

“I think we should go on a date.”

He’s kinda impressed at the sheer willpower you displayed in finally getting the question into the air. And as much as he would hate to admit it, some happy nerves shot through his body when it happened. On the outside, though, he simply failed to fight a grin.

“Wanna get food with me tonight?”

And you did :D and it only went good from there. Dates at cafes with comfy chairs and pretty lighting, test runs of new experiments in the middle of the night that Senku calls you to see together, just enjoying the presence of one another in a secluded corner of the libraries you frequent. Even after the disaster that was petrification you’re both side by side, being sarcastic little shits to each other as soon as Senku frees you from the stone; doing new tests to save the world, going on picnics by the river, and constantly being of service to one another.

And then from the c!dsmp, I thought it was only fitting to match you up with…

^^ artwork by SAD-ist on YouTube

Listen, listen: I was considering a more standard/expected approach to this matchup, like maybe c!Wilbur or c!Niki because they’ve both got some major academia vibes. Especially Niki, because damn she’d probably take you to her flower shop and make handmade bouquets for you each day. However, I just think that it would be so perfectly fitting to have you and c!Sapnap together aesthetically. He’s very emotionally driven, always doing something stupid, and he probably hasn’t read a book since L’manburg claimed to be a sovereign nation. Regardless of that fact, he could sit and watch you read a book for hours, even if you didn’t ask him to. Standard case of grounded scholar + impulsive idiot = natural soulmates.

Within the region of the SMP, I imagine you like confining yourself to the libraries filled with ancient texts on the vast history of your home — although taking a visit to Eret’s self-made museum is always a pleasure as well. Niki gets along with you easily enough that you hang out together all the time, and it’s on one such occasion in the early days of L’manburg that Sapnap encounters you for the first time.

Dream had sent him out for scouting duty (which to Sapnap translates into, ‘be annoying to everyone within the walls’), and he’d taken to the edge of the country’s small borders, lounging up high above the trees so that he could see everything below with ease. To his surprise he found you, scribbling away within a ragged old notebook underneath a tree canopy, and wearing the prettiest smile he’d ever seen exist on a person before. You were waiting for your friend to arrive, it seemed, taking the ideas in your head and putting them to paper whilst you sat patiently. He was enraptured with you right away, and as a result he took to teasingly pestering you every chance he could.

Sapnap showed up at least once a week — and when he could, more than that — to slowly learn more about you. He tried staying under the radar of Wilbur when he did, just to make sure none of his endeavors were interfered with or got back to Dream in any capacity. Initially, his presence appeared a pain in your side, but your apprehension ultimately fell at the hands of his ridiculous humor and genuine inquiries as to your likes and dislikes. You knew who he was from the get-go, but it was hard not to find delight in his visits when he made such vigorous attempts to know you.

Although you’re sure he’d already learned it somehow, you told him your name one fateful afternoon, and he’s thought about that moment every day since, marking it as the first day he truly made progress in winning you over.

“You should come up here one day so we can talk normally,” he called out on a particularly overcast fall morning. “Maybe then I can see your face up close.”

You laughed, gazing up at him from the hillside on which you reclined. “You’re ridiculous. That’s not how this relationship works.”

“Mm, relationship? Sounds like you wanna gimme a kiss more than saying anything, hu—ow!”

A pine cone had clipped him in the shoulder harmlessly, chucked with expert aim by your own hand. Despite his surprise, Sapnap couldn’t help smiling.

“If you’re working that hard to twist the narrative and get me up there, how about you just come down instead?”

Without missing a beat the next day, he scaled to the top of the nation’s wall, made his way inside (with very little consideration for his safety), and took your face in his hands.

“You want me to?”

You already knew the implications. “Yeah.”

And he kissed you, then and there. Nice job, Ari!

Navigating a full blown relationship in the conditions y’all were in was not ideal. Sapnap tried everything he could to make sure you were safe, despite his distaste for your mother country and its leaders. After that cleared, though, it was a whole lot easier to be together and figure things out. Sapnap didn’t mind you staying within the walls as much as he initially thought because it reminded him of the first time you met, and so long as he could spend time with you he loved every second. Literally ask this man to do anything with you and he’s in, no matter what it is.

The sheer spontaneous energy Sapnap has inevitably feeds into your own, so while you’re much more contained than the pyromaniac, you have some very notable moments of crazy that are simply unforgettable. It’s honestly super funny to see that infectious life invade your senses, because otherwise you’re a super logical person and love entertaining yourself with the more simplistic things.

You work a lot with Wilbur on record keeping and cartography, but something that you and Sapnap apparently have in common is archery. That pine cone throw was no fluke, and he found that out when you came to visit, a shimmering bow fastened to a stock-full quiver on your back. It’s become a pastime to both ride out into the forest with your horses and practice archery (oftentimes mounted) as a way to let out frustration. If the weather conditions are too abysmal to go and do something outdoors, though, Sapnap likes to fall asleep watching you do methodical work, most commonly with his head in your lap as a fireplace crackles nearby. He’s a huge sucker for that cozy atmosphere, even though he tries to be all tough and badass at other times.

This became a huge ramble because I just think this pairing for you works so well, but I’m praying you get the picture. Sapnap is a flirty, slightly whiny, very protective, and free spirited person whenever you’re around, and he’d do whatever he could to see that pretty smile like the first day you told him your name. He thinks the world of you, and in his eyes your intelligence goes unparalleled.

[mischief-marauders]

The Prince With A Frozen Heart

“There once a boy. You might even say he was a prince. He lived in a huge, cold castle. His parents were horrible to him. They taught him to hate and to hurt. And when they saw that he wasn’t like them, that he didn’t want to hate and hurt, they turned on him. They treated him like an outsider. And while they used their fists and magic, they also used their words to hurt him. And with every word they used, something happened. His heart froze and hardened. His mother told him that he was a disappointment. And his heart grew a little harder. His father told him that he was worthless. And his heart grew a little harder. His brother told him that he hated him. And his heart grew harder and colder. By the time he was to leave to go to school, his heart was covered in ice. It hardened to protect himself from the bad things. The ice prevented anger, sadness, and hurt from coming in. The only problem is that when you close your heart off to the bad, you also close it off to the good. You can build fences to keep away sadness. But you’re also keeping away joy. So then the boy left for school. Just a lonely prince with a heart of ice. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t smile. And most of all, he didn’t let anyone in. No one. When he got to school, he met two boys. One was loud, laughed too much, and wore glasses. The other was quiet, intelligent, and covered in scars. The prince avoided them. He was young and didn’t feel anything. They made jokes to make him laugh and included him in their games but he refused to let them in. Because when you let people in, it’s easier for them to hurt you. Day after day, night after night, the two boys tried to get the prince to open up. But nothing seemed to work. They decided that he was worth it. He was worth not giving up for. So they didn’t. And eventually, on a cold morning, the boy with the glasses made him laugh. And a little hole appeared in the prince’s heart. A hole so small, he didn’t know it was there. The next day, the prince stayed in bed sick all day. And when the boy with the scars came back from class, he handed him the notes he took. The prince was confused and asked why he would take notes for him. And the boy with scars gave him a shy smile and said “because we’re friends.” The prince was shocked. He had heard of friends but he had never had them before. And the hole in his heart widened a bit more, letting in the tiniest of lights. Then one day, the prince had one of his bad days. It was one of those days where he woke up and didn’t want to leave his bed. He didn’t want to eat. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He wanted to lay in bed and let the ice inside of him swallow him whole. The boy with the glasses and the boy with the scars asked him what was wrong. But the prince ignored them. The two boys asked him what was wrong. And the prince turned his back on them. But the boys refused to give up on him. So they asked once more. And the prince yelled at them. “Leave me alone.” Both boys were taken aback. He had never raised his voice like this before. His voice was laced with hurt and loneliness. The boy with the glasses, the braver of the two, stepped forward. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, squared his shoulders, and said “no”. The prince looked up at him in confusion through watery eyes. “No?”, the prince repeated. This time, the boy with the scars stepped forward. “No. We’re your friends. Even if you think you’re okay, you’re not. And we’re not leaving you.” The prince scowled and turned away from them. He could feel the tears rising and the old wounds opening. Suddenly the boy with the glasses and the boy with the scars threw their arms around the prince and hugged him. The prince struggled and tried to push them off but the boys just hugged tighter. They whispered words of comfort into his ears and told him everything they thought of him. They told him he was brave. True. Intelligent. Worthy. Valuable. And most of all, he was their friend. They squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. They poured love upon love into him. Until suddenly-“

Sirius slammed his hand on the table.”CRACK”

Harry yelped and jumped out of his chair. Then he looked at the wild grin on Sirius’ face and laughed maniacally.

Harry pushed his arm. “Stop that! Finish the story.”

Sirius let out a loud laugh. “Okay okay. Where was I?”

Harry leaned forward, paying rapt attention. “There was a crack”.

Sirius ruffles his hair. “Yes. There was a crack! The prince’s heart, once covered in ice, cracked open! The ice shattered and left his heart open and bare. Stars and constellations poured out from his heart and there was his love. And he felt everything. He felt the sadness. He felt the anger. He felt the fear. But they were no match for everything else. He felt the joy. He felt himself laugh for all the times he couldn’t find humor. He laughed so hard that tears sprung to his eyes. He felt warmth spread through his limbs as he realized that he had friends. Actual friends that cared about him and loved him for who he was. They loved him and believed in him, even after he pushed them away. They fought for him. And that was the day the prince’s heart broke open and he learned that love is the most powerful force in this world. It is the deepest, most ancient, most primordial force in this world. The prince still had his scars that hadn’t healed. But he learned that you heal a lot faster when you’re surrounded by people that you love.”

Harry looked at him with wide eyes. It didn’t matter that he was 15 years old. He loved listening to his godfathers stories. Sometimes if he was in a good mood, he’d tell stories about his father and mother.

“So the point of the story is that if you close yourself off from the bad things, you’re also closing yourself off from the good things?”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah. A lesson I took years to learn is that life can’t always be happiness. There has to be sadness too. Because if you just have happiness, how will you know how good it is? How will you appreciate it and feel it so much deeper, if it’s all you know? Happiness and sadness balance each other out. You need both. And if you close yourself off from either, you risk losing yourself. And the biggest lesson is that love conquers all. Even death.”

“Did you know that the first Greek God was Aphrodite, goddess of love? She was the first and most ancient goddess. That just proves how powerful love is.”

Sirius grinned and felt a sense of pride rising in him. “I did know that. You’ve been studying the mythology books in the library?”

Harry blushed a little. “Yeah. I liked the mythology behind your name and I thought it would be cool to learn some more.”

“That’s great Harry! James loved mythology too. He wanted Remus’ nickname is be “Romulus” instead of Moony.”

“Since we’re talking about mythology and Aphrodite, did you know that she born from a Ouranos ballsack that fell into sea foam?”

Sirius let out a barking laughter. “Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Go to bed”

Harry scooted out of his chair. “Yeah! Good night!”

After Harry had trotted up the stairs, Remus poked his head out from the kitchen where he had been eavesdropping.

“Really? You get to be the prince but I’m just the boy with the scars?”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “It was a metaphor Re. It’s just a story.”

Remus raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Yeah? I prefer the version where boy with the scars beats the shit out of the prince with a big head.”

[hannahdra-ws]

Okay so I have an idea

Dnd au

Logan as a wizard - powers from study and knowledge I think the school of transmutation would be a good fit for Logan because despite what the book says about them being tricksters that just leaves so much untapped potential give me a logan who realizes that he can help people with transmutation that he can transform a normal plant into one that can be used to make medicine that can help people that type of thing that rules if he turns a certain stone ro sand during a fight he can cause rocks to tumble on an enemy so yes a wizard from the school of transmutation for logan

Patton a paladin- the moral code and strength just something about it fits I think the Oath of the Ancients would fit best for him because you know it's bringing hope and light as well as preserving the good while also doing good yourself

Virgil as a cleric- I admit this one seems odd but consider a tempest domain with him using spells to do with storms gaining him the nick name stormcloud and he's got both fight and flight as well as healing because he worries about his freinds and knowing he can help helps him feel better

Remus as a warlock - honestly this is entirely based on the fact that remus would mess around and get bound to a God and I think remus should have powers for just chaos probably the great old one I don't really know as much about warlocks other than the guy who plays one has in my dnd group gives off major remus vibes and has in the past called his charecters patron the daddy demon which is also a remus move

Roman as a bard- I know he should probably be a fighter but it just makes so much sense? He's a performer maybe he multiclasses later but listen bards can do damage he's definitely college of Valor

Listen its about the charisma

Janus as a druid- my first instinct was to make him a rouge but that didn't quite fit so instead he's a druid with high charisma half the time he stays in the shape of a snake and is content to be carried around as well as the fact that his role is basically Thomas's will to survive in show and druid s are devoted to helping nature to survive perhaps circle of the moon

I have ment to type this out for two days but I have been too busy so here it is now my friend let me know what you think

- rambling anon

I love all of that SO MUCH, to be honest I know jack shit abt dnd but you explained it very well

and Roman as a bard fits more than a fighter imo bc I love love LOVE bard Roman

[clonewarslover55]

Walon Vau’s story

I decided to write out Walon Vau’s story, especially his home life and childhood. Why is Walon Vau the way he is? Read this and find out why. 

Notes: I used my own headcanons mixed with the small details Karen Traviss gave us in the Republic Commando books. Please don’t steal this because you think it’s all hers! 

Warnings: Bad childhood, abuse, child abuse, wounds, whipping, exile, royal drama, evil in the form of a man, thoughts of suicide, angst, 

Let’s start this off with a little bit of planet information and backstory! 

 The planet Irmenu is a small ocean world, the only land masses being large rocky islands. Most seem like mountains, with dangerous cliffs leading into the cold unforgiving sea. The ocean is riddled with beasts and monsters, but the only way of life is to sail. There are some valleys for livestock or farming, but not many. The valleys usually flood anyways, the storms always ruthless. So the Irmenu people fish and sail, searching for months on end just to survive and feed their family. 

Sailing is easy enough. The winds are strong and the seas rough. It’s cold year around, but the people have learned to adapt and survive. Wearing the fur of the air breathing sea beasts, making larger boats, etc. 

The kingdoms are clusters of islands, not one large land mass. Many islands are in large clusters, huge oceans between each cluster. The islands are all under the rule of the religious leaders, but sometimes there is still conflict. Conflict never lasts long on Irmenu though. 

This oceanic planet is in the Outer Rim, in the Belsmuth sector. Their planet is in the middle of the Crombach Nebula, which is extremely hazardous. This gives Irmenu a very good excuse to be so isolated. The leaders of the world use this to their advantage.  

This planet is a Feudal world, which means it’s controlled by a strict religion that also runs the powerful military. This means his world is very close minded and far behind on certain technologies and such. They still have spaceships and holopads, yes, but they’re out of date and ancient. 

The Imperius Priesthood runs the planet under very strict rules. They control what leaves and goes, along with who. They control the nobles and their money, using the Count’s as their marionettes. If you didn’t follow their rules/beliefs, you were either publicly executed, exiled, or sent to a nunnery. All depends on the situation. 

They’re everywhere, spying on their people and arresting whoever they please. Being so strict and ruling by fear affected the Irmenu people terribly. Most were religious fanatics, which means religion dictates every single part of their lives. They read the Irmenu Bible over and over instead of other books, and they follow the rules like good puppets. 

This planet is clearly terrible on it’s own, which only made Walon Vau’s childhood even worse. 

Walon Vau was born around 79 BBY on the planet Irmenu. He was the first and only son of the Count of Gesl, who was also an admiral in the very large Irmenu navy. Walon was raised like any royal, so he didn’t have much of a childhood.

Every second of every day was planned out by his father. He was highly educated, classes every day of the week and all day long. He rarely saw his parents, and when he did it was never under good circumstances. 

Walon learned proper etiquette, dancing, poetry, politics, and many other things he’d need to know for his future as a ruler. He was taught by a number of tutors, each brutal and cruel. He either learned, or was beaten. 

Once he reached the age of ten he began to work harder, practicing and studying for the navy. He didn’t want to follow in his fathers footsteps, but Walon had no choice. Plus he loved sailing, the ocean was calming and vast. The navy was his only hope for a better life. 

Pa Vau, Walon’s father was a harsh man. He was described as domineering, cold hearted, and unpleasable. He beat Walon when he didn’t do perfect on his lessons or training. He wanted Walon to be like him, so he tried to beat all emotion and feeling from his son. He almost succeeded. 

 A good ruler in Irmenu has no heart or soul in Pa’s eyes. 

He would never hit Walon on the face or anywhere visible, he had to have a good face as a royal. As Walon got older the beatings became more often and more brutal, because he wasn’t doing good enough in Pa’s eyes. 

When Walon was fourteen and tried out for the navy his own father rejected him, saying he was not good enough. Walon continued to train, the beatings even worse. The training didn’t help, Walon never made it into the navy. Pa was so unpleasable his only child was never good enough for him. This caused Walon to quickly lose hope, the thought of suicide seeming more appealing by the day. 

Walon only ever got to see his mother at nights, when she would come clean up his bloody lashing marks and other wounds. She was a soft gentle woman, but timid. Pa beat her as well, making sure she didn’t see her son for too long. She was never allowed to see Walon alone, because Pa didn’t want Vau to go soft by a mothers love. 

She was a religious fanatic just like his father, so she would lecture him as well. He had to be better, he had to. He was royalty, he was better than how he acted. Her words were often more cruel than intended. 

When she finished cleaning his wounds she’d read him a chapter of the Irmenu Bible, a book Walon was forced to know every last word to. He never listened though, he would always zone out and dream of a better life…….Or even of ending his life.  

His parents were never in love, their marriage arranged. His father married his mother because of her wealth and bloodline. His mother had rare golden eyes, a symbol of high status to his people. He got her eyes, but his father said that the color of his eyes meant nothing compared to how much of a failure he is. 

When Walon turned sixteen he was at a ball for some religious holiday, where we meant a beautiful princess of a neighboring province. After a few dances they quickly hit it off, and grew close rather fast. She basically saved his life, keeping him from ending it once and for all. She also changed his future for the better. 

He would sneak out as often as he could to meet her under the stars, but more often than not they wrote love letters on flimsy back and forth. Each letter, written with the finest penmanship and finest poetic words was kept by the princess. Walon kept hers as well, in a box under his bed.  

When Walon was eighteen, he asked his father if he could marry the princess. His father and her father both rejected the marriage, along with the Priesthood. Not because of politics or religion, but because Walon was not good enough or worthy to marry such a beautiful woman. 

His father was enraged that he had dared to ask such a question, so he was beaten worse than ever and nearly died. All because his father was embarrassed. When Walon healed a little he learned his love had been shipped away across the planet, to a nunnery. She would learn her lesson for sneaking out and falling in love with someone who was not of an arranged marriage. 

He knew he’d never see her again. 

Walon was exiled temporarily aftwards, being sent to some neighboring shit hole of a planet. He was eighteen and alone, with no idea of the outside world. His mother sobbed for days, her only child and her last hope gone. She prayed every night that he would be allowed back soon. 

Luckily for Walon Vau, he used to sneak out to the large library every night to read books. They had no fiction books, so he just learned about other societies and their ways. Most books pointed out how “bad” they were, but Walon always thought they were so much better than his planet's society. 

Thanks to reading, he knew a bit about the real galaxy. 

Walon had nothing but the clothes on his back. He had no money or possessions. No title, no name. So he wandered. 

Soon he ran into a group of Mandalorians, one by the name of Jaster Mereel. They quickly took in a teenage Walon, teaching him a new way. The way of the Mandalorian warriors. He never believed his home world's ludicrous ideas, so switching religions and cultures was very easy for Walon.

His family found out and disowned Walon for giving up his culture and religion. He lost his title and broke his mothers heart. His mother apparently died of a broken heart, after she heard the news that he would never return. But he knows deep down that his father finally snapped and killed her.

Walon became a perfect warrior, his body and mind already scarred from years and years of abuse. He was cold, calm, and calculated. Walon was also highly educated and very intelligent. So much so that some other Mandalorians taught him how to torture and dismember. He learned about the medical field and could have even been a doctor, but he preferred dead bodies and torturing. 

Jedi could hardly sense him in the force, his soul too broken. He was a perfect Mandalorian Warrior, fighting along with his friend Jango Fett and many others for years.  He fought in the Mandalorian Civil Wars, killing Jedi with no issue. 

Early in his time with the Mandalorians, Walon met a Strill. The Strill could sense Walon’s shattered soul and broken mind, so it adopted him. The Strill was named Lord Mirdalan, jokingly after his favorite uncle. The uncle that had beaten him the less, and had been executed when Walon was ten. Walon did not miss him, or anyone from his home world. 

That’s Walon Vau’s childhood story. He’s ice cold, calm, and utterly detached for a reason. His body is scarred, as is his shattered soul. He was so traumatized and beaten down into the way of the soulless that he had a hard time trying to escape that pit. 

He was cruel to his Clone Commandos, but every day he would be up all night thinking. He wanted them to survive the war, that's all he wanted. He didn’t want them to be failures like him, he couldn’t allow it. Failures never survived.

Walon Vau hardly ever sleeps at night, his mind plagued by nightmares. Not of the wars, but of his home life. 

Mird held Vau together a little better, but his soul never healed. He could never escape the hole of his traumatic past, and it ruined his life forever. 

They call him a psychopath but he really isn’t. Walon Vau can still feel, he just doesn’t know how to. Walon Vau is just a shattered and traumatized man, one who never got proper help. One who never had a childhood. 

(Please reblog this if you like it! I worked very hard on it!) 

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[hematomes]

we're bound by chicken soup it seems<3

omg no wait that's literally a YA book romance. maybe they're falling in love too (i know i would)

listen!!! im greek okay (big confession). so you'd think anc greek would be easy shit BUT IT IS NOT✋🏽 honestly i admire you even just for making the attempt. non-greek people who just study anc greek and are good at it are simply not people.

a fellow linguistics enthusiast! man i too was seriously considering english up until recently when i realized that i don't like any of the potential careers,, (specifically i am terrified of ending up a teacher💀) currently considering psychology but i!! still don't know!! (if you remember that one ask you'd know im more so concerned about what i should name my future cat than my actual future)

oh god seriously i hate that the sun goes down so early it fucks with my time perception SO bad. i never know what time it is anymore and it feels like im having a stroke every time i look out of the window and it's Night and i have Not Finished My Tasks.

sounds like a good Sunday to me! oranges are great, as the poems say<3 (although I'm more of a mandarin enthusiast myself) my day went pretty okay too! im bumped out that tomorrow's monday though:(

truly a powerful meal <3

SKDK WELL PROBABLY NOT they're in a monogamous relationship </3 but it's fine at least what could've been an awkward crush was short-lived and now i have a friend!

OMG YOU'RE GREEK HOW COOL CAN ONE BE LIKE COME ON YOU HAVE TO STOP AT SOME POINT

also yeah i agree. there's ppl in my classes who are learning ancient greek and sometimes i overhear them talking abt their lessons and it gives me anxiety

zkskzk sadly yes linguistic studies don't open a lot of doors.... good thing i plan on becoming a teacher..... nervous laughter

psychology is so cool tho!!! i had to take a few classes in my first year (so like 4 years ago) and it was so, so interesting, still have a book about psychosis and neurosis disorders and while it barely scratches the surface it was also really COMPELLING.

no but fr when the sun goes down my 1st thought is oh god it must be like 7/8pm and then it's like 5:30. bro what

mandarins are superior 🛐 would've taken some but they didn't have any so i settled for oranges and now im full of fake energy

aaaa stay strong!!! tomorrow may be monday but the end of the year holidays are coming <3

[beelsnack]

Hi! I saw your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write a little reaction of the bros + undatable (if you do that) in hearing mc singing or seeing mc dancing and and find out they're very good at it. Thank you in advance, lots of love!❣

*bursts through the wall* Choir kid mode, activate!!

Hope you like it, Nonnie!

Lucifer: The human tended to be...noisy.

That wasn’t the right word, and Lucifer knew it wasn’t the right word, but he couldn’t think of another way to phrase it. They were always humming a Human Realm song he didn’t know, tapping their foot to a beat he couldn’t hear, swaying to a rhythm he couldn’t feel.

So he shouldn’t have been surprised to discover that they had quite the siren’s voice.

He had been in the process of leaving the House of Lamentation to attend a meeting with Diavolo. The fact that the human’s bedroom door was left slightly ajar didn’t even register to him until their voice reached him, making him pause.

Although they were merely singing for themself, and thus not putting all of their power behind their voice, he could still tell how strong it was. Clear, bright, and mid-range. Without fully meaning to, Lucifer closed his eyes and listened. He didn’t know the song or the lyrics, but that didn’t make their voice any less captivating...

Until a harsh clattering interrupted both of them.

Their D.D.D vibrated against their desk, cutting off their singing and breaking Lucifer out of his spellbound state. With a shake of his head, he continued on, smiling softly. Their human was just full of surprises, weren’t they?

Mammon: “Nu-uh, you’re lyin’ to me.”

“Swear to Go - oops,” the human cut themself off with a laugh. “Guess that’s not a thing I should do down here. But for real!”

Mammon snorted, folding his arms behind his head as he flopped back against the human’s pillows. “I can’t see it.”

The two of them were parked on their bed, having long since tuned out the high school anime that Levi had begged them to watch. They had managed to make it to the part where the main love interest stumbled upon the shy nerdy character practicing in the choir room and revealing that they had some Broadway-worthy pipes before they got bored.

“I’m telling you, I was a hardcore choir kid!” the human smacked Mammon on the shoulder with the pillow they had been cuddling with. “I did competitions and everything!”

“That might be the lamest thing you’ve ever told me.” Mammon snickered. “Did you wear robes and shit too? Ow, hey, stop hitting me!”

The human gave him one final pillow-smack to the face. “Well, I WAS going to show you the video of the solo I did, but…”

“Aw, hey, don’t be like that.” he whined, popping up. “You know I’m just messin’ with you.”

After a few more minutes of poking and prodding, Mammon finally convinced them to pull up the video. All of the choir members were dressed smartly in black, but even in uniform, his human outshone them all. They stood apart from the rest, in front of a microphone, and belted out the most heartfelt lyrics Mammon had ever heard. It was a little bit tear-jerking - not that he was tearing up or anything!

“Well?” the nudged him with their elbow as the video finished up. “What do you think?”

“I’ve heard worse.” he shrugged, pointedly turning his head away so they wouldn’t see the awestruck look in his eyes.

“That’s Mammon-ese for “you’re the best singer in the Three Realms,’ right?” they grinned impishly.

“Oh, shut it, human.”

Leviathan: This was all Levi’s fault.

About a week ago, one of his idols had released a video of their dance practice, and, like the incorrigible fanboy that he was, Levi had proceeded to geek. He had sent the video to them, accompanied by flurry of keysmash and emojis that came in so fast that their D.D.D had vibrated off of their nightstand before they could catch it.

After the initial fangasm, Levi demanded they watch the video and tell him what they thought. They had learned from experience that he wouldn’t shut up until they gave him a thesis paper about the video, so the tapped on the link.

It was definitely interesting choreography, and it looked fun. After watching it - with copious amounts of bouncing and swaying to the catchy beat - they flipped over to their messages.

Human: Man, that looks so cool! I kind of want to learn it!

Leviachan: Hah! Good luck, normie, this band is renown for their intense dances. Even I couldn’t do it!

Challenge. Accepted.

With a satisfied smirk, they watched as the file sent to Levi. It definitely could have been better quality, but considering they filmed it with their D.D.D camera perched on a stack of books, it looked pretty damn good.

Levi hadn’t been kidding, the dance was intense. Their muscles were sorer than they were after they worked out with Beel. But, nothing motivated quite like spite, and it was completely worth it when Levi responded.

Leviachan: You…but…how?!

Leviachan: It’s only been a week!! How could you have memorized it that quickly?!?!

Leviachan: More importantly, how were you able to do it?!

Leviachan: I know demons who have injured themselves trying to learn these moves!!

Levichan: *gasp* Don’t tell me you were an idol up in the Human Realm?!

Levichan: Hey, answer me already!!

Satan: He has definitely seen this in a movie somewhere.

The human was looking for a specific book - they were struggling to find research for their Ancient Curses course, and if anyone had a helpful book, it would be Satan. He had offered to help look, but they insisted that they could do it themself.

He doubted that, but never let it be said that their human wasn’t a tenacious little thing.

Watching them climb up the library ladder made his anxiety spike, but they handled themself just fine. Slowly but surely, he went back to his reading, keeping one ear tuned into the sounds they were making somewhere behind him.

That’s when he heard it.

He thought he was imagining things, or maybe the human had stumbled upon one of the books that spoke to you when you opened it. But, as he listened closer, he realized it was their voice.

“Here’s where she meets Prince Charming,

But she doesn’t know it’s him ‘til chapter three…”

There was no holding back his laughter even if he wanted to. He didn’t even need to look to know that they were sliding around on the ladder like that scene from Beauty and the Beast.

“What are you doing over there, Belle?”

“I want much more than this provincial life!”

Asmodeus: He couldn’t believe his luck.

Every time he had invited the human out to The Fall, they had staunchly refused him. They fed him every excuse in the book - they had to study, they were tired, they weren’t feeling good, etc. Even if he couldn’t work his magic on them, he could tell their reluctance was a result of fear of being surrounded by intoxicated demons.

Being around the brothers was one thing - they trusted them quite literally with their life. But other low-class, desperate demons with no such loyalty? Asmo didn’t blame them, and he didn’t push the issue.

But this time, they had said yes.

He didn’t know what changed, and frankly, he would care about that later. For know, he reveled in the fact that he got to see his cute little human all dressed up to go out! Ooh, they looked absolutely delicious.

And drunk.

“Well?” he asked over the pulsing beat of the music. “Are you socially lubricated enough to join me on the dance floor?”

For a moment, they stared at their cup before knocking it back and setting it on the table with a pronounced thunk. “Yup.”

Just as they arrived, the music changed. Slowly, sultry, and sexy. For a moment, Asmo thought they were going to shy away, but that liquid courage was doing it’s job phenomenally.

They moved with grace and elegance that reminded Asmo of the devotees at the ancient temples of Greece. He hummed a little when they accentuated the beat with a teasing roll of their hips.

“You’ve been holding out on me, darling,” he pulled them close to murmur in their ear.

“You think so?” they giggled. “If you like this, you should see me give a lap dance.”

Beelzebub: There was a little corner in the kitchen that had officially become the human’s herb garden.

Little pots with all kinds of green growing out of them were lined up neatly on the windowsill above the sink, and the plants from the Human Realm that needed sunlight that the Devildom didn’t have were placed against the wall beneath them, basking in the sunlamp they had bought on their last visit home.

It was a nice addition, and Beel could always tell when the human used their herbs in cooking. Something about it just tasted..better. He couldn’t quite figure out why.

Well, until now, that is.

He had just finished his morning workout and decided to grab a little pre-breakfast snack. With the sweat he worked up, he earned it. Swiping his forearm across his face to wipe off some of the sweat, he rounded the corner into the kitchen.

The human was standing with their back to him, tending to their garden. No matter how many times they reminded themself, they still forgot to buy a watering can, so they were still using a cup to water the plants. They took their time at each pot, giving them the appropriate amount of water and…

Singing to them?

Beel paused, hand around the door handle of the fridge. Yup, they were definitely singing to the plants, gently inspecting the leaves as they did so. Their voice was soft and sweet, and as Beel watched them,he could have sworn the plants looked a little more cheerful as they passed over them.

Beel felt a little more cheerful too.

Belphegor: “Did you seriously ask me to come over just so you could use my lap as a pillow.”

It was more of a statement than a question, and Belphie barely opened his eye enough to give them a lazy glare. “Yes.”

“Why.” they sighed, slumping back against the wall.

“You have a comfy lap.”

“You have, like, fifty pillows.”

“And none of them are your lap.” Belphie rolled over onto his back to look at them fully. Despite the bored expression he had, they could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “If you’re going to keep making noise, sing me a lullaby.”

He had been almost entirely joking. So when they started to actually sing, he felt his heart do something funny.

They had a soothing voice. Not too high, not too low…a perfect lullaby voice, actually. Without really meaning too, he felt himself start to doze. Before he actually fell asleep, he nuzzled closer to them.

“I wasn’t expecting you to actually be a good singer. Keep going.”

Diavolo: “I thought you said they didn’t teach ballroom dancing in Human Realm schools anymore.”

They couldn’t help but laugh at the situation they were in. Lord Diavolo had taken to having weekly “meetings” with them that were a thinly veiled excuse to grill them about whatever human custom he found himself fascinated with. Now it felt more like a gossip session instead of a meeting with the Crown Prince of Hell.

The week prior, they had lamented the fact that they were attending all of these formal gatherings as the Human Representative of the Student Council, but didn’t know any of the waltzes or other dances that seemed popular. It made them feel out of the loop.

So, they shouldn’t have been surprised when they arrived at the Demon Lord’s Castle to find Diavolo waiting for them in the ballroom.

“They don’t,” the human giggled as Diavolo spun them around. They had long since given up on memorizes steps and were now basically just twirling around the dance floor. “I guess I’m just a quick learner!”

“I should say so.” Diavolo’s smile was nearly blinding. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were classically trained!”

The human spared a glance down at their beat-up sneakers and jeans with a hole in the knee. “Really?”

“Clothes have nothing to do with it, my dear,” Diavolo suddenly pulled them closer before lowering them into a dip. “You could be dressed in rags and I would still find you mesmerizing.”

Simeon: “May I have this dance?”

Lucifer was still trying to hide them behind his back, but the human was having none of it. They ducked from beneath his arm and took Simeon’s offered hand. “Of course.”

It was hard not to burst into laughter at the angry sputtering and protesting behind them. Even Simeon couldn’t quite hold back the amused grin on his face. “I think you were supposed to refuse me.”

The two of them stopped in the middle of dance floor as the music started. “I like to keep things interesting.”

Simeon laughed, taking the lead. The dance wasn’t too complicated, almost boring. Until Simeon leaned down to whisper in their ear.

“What do you think? Shall we have some fun with them?”

They followed his gaze over to where the brothers stood fuming. Based on the air changing colors, they would bet good money that Satan was attempting to curse Simeon.

“Let’s.”

Simeon led them into a spin, and when they came back, he pulled them flush against his chest. He looked like he was about to give them instructions, but they leaned into him with an impish grin. His blue eyes widened slightly as they put their weight on him, sliding their leg up to his hip in a decidedly scandalous manner.

It didn’t fit the song at all, but the angry squawking from Mammon and the whine from Asmodeus was music to their ears.

“You catch on quick.” he laughed.

“I have to use those dance lessons for something, don’t I?”

[elai-okonma]

Chapter 8. What’s Done Is Done

To the few people who still give a shit about my story, I just wanted to say thank you so much! 

Word count: 1,933

Devildom

  Lucifer combs his fingers through his hair and sighs. He hadn’t been able to find out where Satan had gone to. It’d been days but he hadn't stopped his search for his brother, even though he kept coming up empty handed. Today he had a plan that would hopefully get him the whereabouts of the Avatar of Wrath. 

  As he stands up from his chair the doorbell rings. Ah, they’re finally here. 

  Luci opens the door and Lord Diavolo steps in, with Barbatos right behind him. 

  “My Lord, Barbatos, thank you so much for coming.’

  “Of course”, the Demon Lord responds, and Barbatos gives a small smile.

  “My apologies for bothering you and Barb, I know how busy you both are.”   

  “Nonsense! This is important to you, and after what you told me about what Beelzebub had been doing for his brothers, I couldn’t deny you this request.” Diavolo puts a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder and gives him a genuine smile. 

  “Still, thank you. I really appreciate it. I appreciate you, and you as well, Barbatos.”

  The butler nods and also smiles at Luci. He was more than willing to help out, anything to get the brothers and his Lord back to some type of normalcy. With Beel doing what he did for Mammon, he could easily notice the change of energy in the house. It was still a house filled with mourning Demons, but now at least the air was much lighter. The brothers were really trying and Barb couldn’t ask for more.

  The three men were headed for Lucifer’s study to start their search when they see Leviathan running up to them. 

  “I JUST GOT BEELZ NOTE, IS IT TRUE ABOUT MAMMON?!” the otaku looked mortified.

  Lucifer speaks up and confirms the answer to his brother's question. “It is. He already talked with Amso about it, and we’re trying to find Satan so that we can also let him know.”

  Levi balls his fists, and nods. He couldn’t believe what he had read, and to hear Luci confirm it broke his heart. He felt like garbage, how could he have let this happen?? Of course all the brothers weren’t all that close, but they could always talk about what really mattered. 

  “I’m going to see Mammon, but I’ll come back and help you in any way I can!” He says as he runs off toward Mammon’s room.

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  Mammon is sitting on his bed listening to Asmo talk to him about nothing in particular when Levi bursts in.

  “Mammon!” 

  “Levi--?!” He’s cut off when his brother hugs him tight. 

  “O-oi?! What’s wrong??”

  “What’s wrong?? WHAT’S WRONG?! I SHOULD FUCKING SLAP YOU!”

  Asmodeus’ hand flies up to his mouth at his brother’s vulgar language. Levi wasn’t the type to swear. Levi speaks softly as he drops his head:

  “Why would you do that...why would you want to leave us...MC being gone is already too much...we...I can’t lose you, too…”

  Mammon looks to Asmo, who looks away teary eyed. Talking about this again is making him emotional. It was still so fresh in everyone’s minds. He takes a deep breath and gets up from the bed, pacing around the room, he hears the door creak open. They all look over to see Beel.

  “I saw Levi run in here, and I had to see for myself, to make sure I wasn’t seeing things!”

  Beelzebub runs to them, pulling both of the smaller brothers into a hug. He looks over at Asmodeus and reaches out to him. 

  Asmo sucks in a breath, wiping the tear that fell from his eye, and runs to his brothers. When was the last time we were like this?? Before the Fall?? When things were simple and life wasn’t cruel… They’re all crying now, a pile of weeping Demons all thinking the same thing: how much they truly love each other. 

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  Back in Lucifer’s study, they were thinking of places that Satan would have gone. It wouldn’t be in an obvious place like a library, Satan was devastated by your passing and was following his wrath blindly. The three had every map of the Devildom opened as they were looking for any places that might be a suitable hiding place for a Demon in mourning. Woodlands, forests, deserts, anyplace they could think of. A secluded place from this world was easy to find, considering the Devildom was endless. Hell, they didn’t even know if Satan was even still in the Devildom. With his endless knowledge and power, he could’ve opened portals. He could possibly be in an entirely different world or dimension, for all they knew!  

  “We have to be missing something… where could he have gone??” says Lucifer.

  “Satan is smart, he wouldn’t be someplace he could easily be found.” replies Diavolo.

  Barbatos speaks up now, “We have to remember the state of mind he’s in. Heartbreak, fury, hatred, disgust, and every other negative feeling that’s consumed him, driving him.” 

  Leviathan walks in, disrupting their thoughts. Luci looks up and sees Levi along with his other brothers. 

  “I brought back up!” the otaku beams. 

  “The more help we have, the better chance we have of finding Satan!” Asmo chimes in. “With that being said, I’ve called Simeon, and Solomon.”

  Lucifer was about to scold his brother for getting those two involved, but he knows that finding Satan is more important than letting his pride get in the way. With his brothers and close friends helping to look for Satan, he feels happy for the first time since MC’s death. His thoughts quickly flash to Belphegor, none of them had seen the youngest brother since that day, Lord Diavolo had made sure of that. The eldest brother decides to speak up:

  “My Lord, what...what has become of Belphegor??”

  The room becomes eerily still at the name. Some of them look to Beelzeub, the others look to Lucifer, wide eyes darting back and forth like they were watching a tennis match. No one dare say anything, as they all hold their breaths. 

  “I would also like to know…” It was Beel who broke the silence. 

  With a heavy sigh, Diavolo puts one of the maps down and turns to the brothers. 

  “Are you sure you really want to know??” He’s addressing all the brothers, but looking right at Beelzebub.

  “Yes…”

  Another sigh, followed by a deep breath as their Lord says:

  “I’ve exiled him from the Devildom.”

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  Satan had made himself at home in his newfound place. He knew his brothers were going to eventually get worried when he failed to return, but he didn’t want them in the way as his wrath consumed him. He had wandered around for a few days after your funeral, traversing between dimensions and other places. He tore through anything and everything in his path, taking his emotions out on anyone who was in his path. 

  FUCK YOU BELPHEGOR, FUCK YOU FOR TAKING MC AWAY FROM ME!!

  Just thinking about his name ignites the fire within him all over again. Honestly, what did you do to deserve what happened to you?? Did you care too much?? All you ever did was love them, was that a reason to die?? Even though you hadn’t been in our lives long, we all felt the same way about you...we loved you MC… 

  Maybe they should have shown it more, or at least told you more, about how they felt. About how he felt. You never judged him, or thought any less of him for any reason. You accepted him for who he was. A Demon, sin incarnate, a being who was never an Angel like his brothers. A creature born out of anger and hatred, and despite all of that, you looked at him like he was perfect. Like he wasn't a Demon at all. You respected, loved, and cared for him, and all of his brothers. 

  Whatever Belphie gets is too good for him. I want him to suffer, just as he made MC suffer. If I ever see him again, I’ll make sure of it. I’ll make him suffer a fate 1,000 times worse than what he made her suffer…

  Satan looks around the room he’s in. Don’t you worry MC, I’ll make sure you’re never forgotten. He walked over to the wall where he had stacked his books, and picked out the one he knew you loved. Walking back over to where he was seated, he begins to read it. It wasn't his type of book, but he knew it was one of your favorites. He almost never read books that weren’t informational, none of his books really have a storyline. This wasn’t a tome or a gremory, or some ancient text. It was just a simple novel. 

  After a few chapters, he sets the book down. I have a headache… I wonder if there’s any tea here. He gets up and heads to the kitchen. There wasn't much of anything in the kitchen when he arrived here, and considering Demons don’t particularly need to eat, he hadn’t bought any food. All of us except Beel… It must be horrible to have the only sin that can’t be helped... I can control my wrath. Lucifer his pride, and even Mammon with his greed, but Gluttony?? A hunger that was so much more than just hunger. An endless void, to which there was no satisfying. An appetite that could never be sated... I wonder if MC could stifle my brother's gluttony, just as she had stifled my wrath…

  He cut his thoughts off when he found the tea in the cupboard. Thinking about all of this was just going to make him upset again, and seeing as how he loved the place he was in, he didn’t want to get too emotional and accidentally destroy it. MC would be upset if I did that…

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  Back at the House of Lamentation, there were questions that needed answers.

  “What do you mean you exiled Belphie??”

  “I mean exactly that. After Barbatos finished preparing MC’s body for the funeral, I had him open a door to a past reality, in which to exile Belphegor.” Lord Diavolo explains.

  Barbatos adds on, “It was Lord Diavolo’s wish to have me send Belphegor to a specific timeline, where he would be forced to live in purgatory.”

  Everyone is looking at the butler and his master before Beelzebub asks:

  “...which timeline…”

  The others were also curious, because now, the look on Diavolos face is one you never want to see from the Demon Lord. It was beyond evil, a look that couldn’t be described with just words. 

  “Lord Diavolo! WHICH TIMELINE.” Beel repeats, eyes never leaving the man.

  Barb looks over to his Lord, who slowly but firmly answers the question.

  “The Great Celestial War...”

  Beel’s eyes widen with fear, “N-no...No you DIDN’T SEND HIM THERE!”

  Diavolo continues, “Belphegor will spend the rest of his eternity re-living the moment Lilith was-”

  “NO YOU DIDN’T SEND HIM THERE!!” Beel roared, shaking the house. His brothers had to grab a hold of him, to keep him from snapping. 

  “It is a punishment that suits him. I understand why you’re upset, and I’m sorry that I brought up Lilith’s death, but I’m not sorry for giving him what he deserves.” 

  It was then that Simeon and Solomon arrived, seeing the scene unfold in front of them. They weren’t sure what had happened or what was said, but what they did know, was that whatever was said, had stirred up something in Beelzebub that they’d never seen in any other Demon before. 

  Simeon’s ears perked up at something, as he looked up to the ceiling. This sound… 

  “Please excuse me.” the Angel says before bolting out of the house. 

[rowaning]

The Complete Fiction of HP Lovecraft rated by me, someone who read them all* but has a terrible memory

The Beast in The Cave: uh a guy goes on a cave tour and finds a creature that was like a human that got lost and adapted to its surroundings. 0/10 just because im pretty sure there was another one with this exact premise and neither of them were memorable at all.

The Alchemist: dude achieves immortality and lives in the narrators basement and has pledged to murder his entire lineage or something. 4/10 the alchemy stuff was actually kind of interesting

The Tomb: im pretty sure this is the one where a guy starts hanging out in a tomb and like travels back in time/becomes one of his ancestors? 5/10 if its the one im thinking of i did enjoy reading it

Dagon: guy lands on a mysterious island with signs of a long dead civilization. 1/10 i do not remember what happened in it

A Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson: 0/10 i have no memory of this

Polaris: also 0/10 i forgot all about it

Beyond the Wall of Sleep: could be any of the dream focused ones. if its the one about the dude sailing into the void or whatever than 4/10 not too bad

Memory: ironically, i dont remember it. 0/10

Old Bugs: 1/10 for the title god i wish i remembered this one

The Transition of Juan Romero: i got nothing. 0/10

The White Ship: this might also be the one about the dude sailing into the void? i liked that one he lived in a lighthouse and boarded a dream ship and just fucking left it was fun. 4/10

The Street: uh i think really steep street that didnt actually exist. 3/10

The Doom that Came to Sarnath: i wanna say another one of the dream centered ones where a town discovers some old relics and blatantly disrespects them and gets exactly whats coming to it. 5/10 they deserved what they got

The Statement of Randolph Carter: ok this dude shows up several times. i think this one is about how he returns to his childhood home then travels back in time and creates a time loop paradox thing. 1/10 meh

The Terrible Old Man: uh some thieves harrass a weird old guy and get got. 5/10

The Cats of Ulthar: someone is mean to a cat in a dream city, all of the rest of the cats get revenge and are revered for the rest of time. 2/10 (-3 because lovecraft has a specific name he gives to apparently every fictional and real cat he encounters and wow i wish he hadn't)

The Tree: i feel like this is something to do with a person becoming a tree but i cant actually remember. 0/10

Celephais: yeah no i got nothing 0/10

The Picture in the House: also nothing 0/10

The Temple: nope 0/10

Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and his Family: is this the one where the dude's great grandfather married an ape? i dont think so but im not sure. 0/10, -5/10 if it is that one cause that one was especially shitty

From Beyond: nope 0/10

Nyarlathotep: charismatic dude shows up and is like get in bitches we're going to the void. i love nyarlathotep cause hes the one who directly interacts with humanity and like wears a human suit or whatever so hes just some dude whos like hey im gonna feed you to azathoth 5/0

The Quest of Iranon: got nothing 0/10

The Music of Erich Zann: narrator makes friends with an old musician whos being hunted by supernatural forces. 2/10 because i remember it but it was just ok

Ex Oblivione: 1/10 for the title but i have no clue what it was about

Sweet Ermengarde: lovecraft's sole attempt at comedy. not to my taste like at all 0/10

The Nameless city: nope 0/10

The Outsider: also nope 0/10

The Moon-Bog: sounds cool, dont remember it. 0/10

The Other Gods: dude tries to find the gods of humanity where they live on a big mountain, actually finds them, is immediately smited by the Other Gods who protect the gods of humanity. 3/10 he deserved it

Azathoth: dont recall, 0/10

Herbert West- Reanimator: Arkham man Herbert West and his assistant ressurect the dead with little thought to the consequences, then get murdered by a band of said resurrected dead. 5/10

Hypnos: nope 0/10

What the Moon Brings: also nope 0/10

The Hound: still nope 0/10

The Lurking Fear: again, nope 0/10

The Rats in the Walls: dude returns to his ancestral home, hears rats, excavates the basement and finds out that his ancestors ate human flesh, eats his friend. 1/10 it was an interesting read but can lovecraft please stop calling cats that.

The Unnameable: no clue 0/10

The Festival: nope 0/10

*Under the Pyramids: ok im pretty sure this is the one with houdini which is the only one i could not read. i went into this mentally prepared for lovecraft's bigotry but i was not mentally prepared for him dropping harry houdini, avid skeptic who absolutely would have beat the shit out of him for this, into the middle of his super racist paranormal horror. -1000/10

The Shunned House: nope 0/10

The Horror at Red Hook: also nope 0/10

He: cool title, no memory of the story. 0/10

In the Vault: wow im bad at this. 0/10

Cool Air: still no 0/10

The Call of Cthulhu: kind of all over the place, there was a thing about artists and then a thing about a cop investigating a cult. 3/10 meh but ill give it a bonus for being a staple of horror fiction.

Pickman's Model: uh artist sees some wild shit and draws it and then it eats him. 2/10 i forget the details

The Strange High House in the Mist: if this is the one im thinking of, dude does a dangerous climb to find a mysterious house and meet the inhabitant who is kind of interdimensional and also being hunted by interdimensional things. also maybe the house eats people? 2/10

The Silver Key: another Randolph Carter one, and i think this is actually the one about him travelling back in time so idk what the other one was. 3/10

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath: randolph carter goes on a quest in the dream world to find the gods of humanity and ask why they wont let him check out this cool city he can see from his window. lots of action and very wordy and went a lot of different places. 4/10 good read but extremely xenophobic

The Case of Charles Dexter Ward: guy investigates his ancestor who looks disturbingly like him, ancestor comes back to life and kills him and takes his place and a bunch of other stuff happens. mostly a dramatized genealogical study. 3/10 not bad, very suspenseful

The Colour Out Of Space: meteor lands on a farm, scientists get weirded out by it, everything in the area gets weird then dead, alien thing gets enough power from draining nearby life-forms to escape earth. fun twist ending. 4/10 bonus for being one of the better ones, detraction for writing out a 'rural accent'

The Descendant: nope, 0/10

The Very Old Folk: nope again, 0/10

History of the Necronomicon: very dry. fake history of lovecraft's fake book thats super important to a lot of the stories. 0/10

The Dunwich Horror: isolated witchy family has a kid who no one likes that grows up real fast. graphic descriptions of renovation. a horror gets unleashed on the area and the local folklore scholars have to deal with it. 1/10 nothing good enough to counter the xenophobia

Ibid: i remember this one. no idea what it's deal was. pseudo-bibliography? it was weird. 0/10

The Whisperer in Darkness: guy has a correspondance with another guy about local folk legends based on evil crab things. other guy gets straight up replaced by an evil crab thing and first guy doesnt even notice. imagine if you followed up on a scam email and didnt realize anything was up until you saw that the face of the dude you were talking to in person was a mask. 4/10 for the comedy this guy would not last in the internet age at all

At The Mountains of Madness: guy whines about penguins and how awful it would be if there were civilizations that predated humanity. also commits grave desecration. i get hit by the realization that if lovecraft was less of a racist coward he wouldve made a great speculative sci fi author. 3/10 i would love to watch that old asshole get absolutely torn to shreds by the monster fucker community

The Shadow over Innsmouth: Fish People! Leave Them Alone! Or Else! 5/10 the protagonist gets to live the dream by escaping human society and becoming an immortal fish person

The Dreams in the Witch House: dude rents an objectively haunted room, doesnt listen to people trying to help him, gets murdered by a weird rat. later they find a shit ton of bones in the attic. 2/10 meh

Through The Gates of the Silver Key: Randolph Carter transcends time and space, then de-transcends time and space and immediately gets stuck on another planet in the distant past, makes a long and difficult journey back to earth to find that his estate is being divided amongst his heirs. the comedy potential of a man stuck in an alien body dealing with a legal system that has declared him dead is not examined. 2/10

The Thing on the Doorstep: narrator's good friend marries a fish person witch who steals his body. thats basically it. 3/10. at this point im like wow these narrators really refuse to believe the heavily foreshadowed supernatural explanations that turn out to be correct huh.

The Evil Clergyman: dude is in a room. some ghosts (?) show up. dude has a UV light for some reason. Gets his face stolen i guess and just has to live with it. 5/10 for being absolutely buck wild and refusing to explain anything

The Book: nope 0/10

The Shadow Out Of Time: dude gets his body stolen by ancient scholar species. agonizes about it for a while. finds archaeological evidence of said species. finds a book he wrote while living with said species. almost gets eaten by something. 3/10 more cool speculative sci fi but lame protagonist

The Haunter of the Dark: you'd think id remember it bc this was the last one and i read it last night. oh wait, nvm i do remember it. dude finds an old box in a run down culty church and unleashes a horror that then comes and fucks him up. 1/10 meh.

[agathaharknes]

Okay, hear me out: Yennaia as parents!! (Yennefer comes back from a risky assignment with an unknown artifact. Tissaia touches it and, without anyone else noticing, receives a vision of the future--a future where she and Yen are married and raising a family 👀)

I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME LIKE 84 YEARS!!!!!!!! Also, I changed a tiny little thing that I think makes this So much better, so whoever you are, please don’t be mad!

Yennaia prompt: Yennaia as parents. (Yennefer comes back from an assignment with an unknown artefact. Tissaia touches it and, without anyone else noticing, receives a vision of the future- a future where she and Yennefer are married and raising a family.)

LINK TO ARCHIVEOFOUROWN IN THE REPLIES

Word count: 2.6k+ Pairing: Yennaia. Rating: T.

She rubbed her temples, a migraine working its way from the right side of her head to encompass it all. Eyeing through narrowed eyes the books sprawled around her desk, she belatedly noticed that some were threatening to fall off, almost making her chuckle, because no matter how much she might have changed since her conduit moment, Yennefer was still as messy as ever.

Tissaia sighed instead, leaning back into her chair, contemplating changing the contents of her pipe to something stronger than Kaedwenian tobacco, nevertheless, she was called back from her thoughts, just as she was about to summon the herbs, by a loud groan coming from the woman in front of her.

Who by the looks of her, wasn’t faring much better, with both hands clasped together as if in prayer, her forehead resting against them, black silky hair covering the rest of her face from view.

They had been at this for weeks, ever since the mage came back from an emergency call from Istredd, who had found only Gods knew what in those ancient ruins he studied as a saner person might their lover. And from the annoyed twist of her carmine lips and the crackling of chaos around her when the younger sorceress had portalled into her office, the boy had put up quite the fight to give it away to someone that wasn’t from the Council or the Chapter.

(Creating a way to erase memories might just be the Arch-mistress’ greatest achievement, not that anyone would ever know the author behind that particular spell.)

But neither could be trusted with the current political climate, after Sodden… well, everything had gone to shit after Sodden. The only good thing to come out of it being that Yennefer had decided to stay for the time being at Aretuza, then again not without imposing herself on Tissaia, of course, for the Rectoress now had a shadow that followed her everywhere except the laboratory.

Alas, Margarita had taken over her classes, since she was still recovering from the dimetirium, so her overwhelming amount of spare time had been spent trying to figure out what the golden ball in front of them was. A lost cause, probably, now that she considered it coldly.

Even so, hours and hours of hard work had borne no fruits. Nothing in her office, her mind or the immense library her school possessed had given them even clues.

Such an inconspicuous looking thing that it was… The most dangerous kind, if her five centuries alive had taught her anything.

It had slight cracks that looked intentional as if it was holding something on its insides of great importance, yet other than that, it wouldn’t look out of place in the workshop of a famous blacksmith. It certainly didn’t look like something found in an elven gravesite.

There had been moments when it had called to them, yes, to the Arch-mistress and her rebel. Distorted whispers, chants in Elder, beckoning them to touch it, still, they never did. That might just be suicide, considering the sheer power it exuded and after the battle with Nilfgaard, neither sorceress was keen on ending it, no matter how willing they had been on that hill.

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“It’s time to accept life has no more to give.”

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“You’re worth more than Nilfgaard could ever give you.”

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No, they didn’t need any more blood on their already soaked hands, thank you very much. That didn’t mean Destiny agreed with their passivity, though. Those gods-damned whispers. They hadn’t even had lunch!

Fingertips tinted white, Tissaia de Vries, resident Ice Queen, was actually considering throwing the sodding thing into the ocean, from her window office.

“What’s the worst that could happen? Really?” Said the violet-eyed mage and were the Arch-mistress in a better mood or her lungs not burning or exhaustion not weighing down on her like talking to Stregobor at length did, she might’ve listened to her conscious, to her control or just to reason because what she did next was shocking to both her and Yennefer.

She extended her bare hand as if possessed, ignoring the high-pitched wails of the younger mage who insisted she had only been joking, because what else was she supposed to do in this bloody hovel of a castle that was filled with cretins and hormonal teenagers?

The sorceress might have also noticed that her former pupil was just as willing to put herself in the line of fire for her as she had been on the battlefield.

They touched the metal. Together.

And their whole worlds were shaken to the core.

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Sitting up so fast she almost fell off the bed. A bed? Blue eyes opened to gentle sunlight coming from the window, the cold air hitting her bare skin, making goosebumps form on her ivory skin.

Looking down on herself she took notice that she wasn’t only naked but on a foreign bed, one that resembled the one in- Oh, fuck.

Cautiously she looked to the person next to her, holding the sheet against her bosom, trying to recover whatever she could of her destroyed modesty. The sight that met her was red, full, lips, her beautiful mouth open so wide her jaw might be dislocated, violet eyes and equally bare olive skin.

Tissaia and Yennefer both screamed.

The younger mage put space between them by jumping out of the bed and thus revealing herself completely to the brunette, who just responded by covering her petite form with the sheets. Hiding in a makeshift cocoon, her hands came up to cover her eyes like a toddler, only to find a wedding band on her ring finger, falling down the mattress, on her arse, accidentally, in her fright.

About to scream some more the pair were startled by a tentative knocking on the door and a child’s preoccupied voice, “Mama, Mummy, why are you screaming? You promised we could sleep in since aunt Rita almost burned down the kitchen yesterday!”

She could perfectly see the pout of the baby girl in her mind’s eyes, the fantasy upsetting her beyond belief, a visceral reaction she had only ever had with one girl out of the dozens she had taught. “It was a bat, it came through the window!” Tissaia responded on reflex, the words out of her mouth before she knew it.

The raven-haired mage followed suit, not knowing what was happening, just that she had the urge to make that tone of hers go away as fast as she could, “We’ll make it up to you! What about pancakes, sweetheart?” Covering her mouth with her hands, she made the same discovery that had the mighty Rectoress of Aretuza reacting like Fringilla was about to throw the powder at her face again.

“Okay! I’ll go tell Duchess!” And with that the girl, who they somehow knew was four and feasted on those pastries as King Foltest had done on wine, was gone, leaving two gobsmacked mages behind. King Foltest was dead.

“Whatever in fuck’s name happened?” Hissed the Arch-Mistress, crawling up to the bed and covering herself with one of the quilts she took from it. She threw with her free hand another one to Yennefer’s face, which the younger mage immediately wrapped around herself like a towel.

“Don’t ask me, you’re the one that touched the bloody artefact.” Walking to the wardrobe she pulled out a dress, glaring at the offensive garment for being a plain thing that she would have never in her right mind spent her coin in. Taking, as well, from one of the drawers a shirt and a skirt that could only belong to Tissaia, since they were so small, passing the clothing to the brunette and avoiding her eyes. “And like an idiot, I tried to stop you.”

She made a beeline for the bathroom, slamming the door closed. “Balance and control, my arse!” After throwing a pillow at the closed door, the brunette put on the outfit, frowning at her reflection in the mirror whilst simultaneously doing her hair up in her normal bun, almost hyperventilating when she noticed that her necklace was nowhere to be seen.

Breathing as deeply and slowly as possible, she went looking for some footwear and found worn boots by what the Arch-mistress assumed was her part of the bed, fastening the shoelaces with her teeth gritted and her hands shaking with electricity. Gods, she knew looked like a bloody peasant and that the pendant was gone and that she was now probably married with a child, but burning the house down with lightning wasn’t going to help matters at all.

Tissaia’s mind had never been this troubled as when she slid down the wall, her head resting against her knees, her arms hugging them. The brunette had dreamed about something like this, for years, decades even, but that was all she let herself have, never thinking she could get over the hurt of allowing herself to embrace it, knowing it was impossible.

Flashbacks assaulted her then, blood coming from her palms as she dug her nails in the skin. The coup on Thanned, Princess Cirilla and the witcher Geralt, the Lodge of Sorceresses and the end of the conflict and then… peace. A wedding. A gift. A baby. Her daughter. Their daughter.

Her whole frame shook, dry sobs coming from her lungs. Teeth biting down on her wounded hand to not make a sound. The grief. The loss. The happiness. The love. It was unbearable and still the best that had ever happened to her. Still a fabricated fantasy.

Inside the laboratory, her violet eyes filled with tears, letting some of them, the most stubborn, fall. This was all she had ever wanted, but not like this. Gods, not like this. From what little she could see they were happy, so happy in this reality and yet she knew it would slip from her fingers like water the moment that fucking ball decided to take this from her.

She wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand, trying to take comfort in applying the green eyeshadow on her eyelids, the lipstick on her lips, as a thousand memories fought for the spotlight in her mind. Gripping the brush so hard she broke it when her clever mind managed to solve the riddle of this existence.

They were in the future.

Racing to the door she opened it with magic, almost tripping in her haste to get to her wife. Stopping dead in her tracks when she saw what Tissaia had been reduced to.

Her thoughts unguarded for the first time she could remember, flowing in the stream of chaos that was always present around her. There were so many things to decipher she just stood still for a few minutes and then her heart broke. The ocean inside her was killing her. “Oh.” She whispered.

“Tissaia.” Yennefer knelt in front of her, taking her hands and healing the half-moon cuts in her palms. Blue eyes fluttering open, the light in them belonging to a broken woman, to a dead one. As she almost made herself. Gods, please, no. Anything but that. Anything. Even so, it was the truth and she was thankful for the knowledge in a way, for the opportunity to stop her, to hide her from the world that would come to want her head on a pike.

She hugged her, burying her face in the crook of her neck, smelling in the scent of her. “Please.” When that wasn’t enough, the younger sorceress manoeuvred them so the woman was on her lap, her chin on the crown of her head, rocking her back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, until the Arch-mistress was able to pull herself back together somewhat.

Her hand went to her cheek, her thumb caressing her reverently, tears leaking down blue orbs, but not for the reason the mage would’ve thought. “I’ve never wanted anything- I wish with every fibre of my being this was real.” Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she rested her forehead against the brunette’s. Yennefer had never been so grateful for thought transference.

Their eyes opened. Full of love, full of life. This was right. All their sacrifices were worth it, would be, knowing where the path ended, knowing the story ended and began again with them. A decade from where they left, together in that office studying the artefact and the wait couldn’t matter less when this was the endgame.

The door opened, and their gazes landed on a child, half dragging, half carrying a white cat into the room, her white shift barely covering her feet and Tissaia gasped, the familiar tingling in her head warning her of a conduit moment, her daughter’s. “Everything felt so wrong.” The child whimpered and getting off Yennefer as fast as she could she scooped her baby into her arms, Duchess landing gracefully on the floor, looking at the three of them suspiciously.

“It’s fine. Everything is fine now.” The sorceress whispered, blue meeting violet, her fingers moving one strand of chestnut hair behind her tiny ear. Slowly turning to the younger mage, who had clapped to get their attention, a choked sound leaving her throat when she realised just how much like them the toddler looked.

Controlling herself and smiling, the raven-haired mage said, “Now, who wants blueberry pancakes, with lots of honey?” The cat mewed, making the little girl giggle and she knew instantly, who she had taken the sound of her laughter from and putting her olive hand on Tissaia’s, Yennefer guided them down to the kitchen.

╌

She heaved, her hand against her chest, against the coolness of the pendant and she saw the younger mage was the same.

A vision. A gift.

The Arch-mistress tackled the raven-haired sorceress, kissing her for all she was worth. Kissing her again and again, until their bodies protested the magical strain they had just endured, loudly enough.

Frowning, when helping her up instead of happiness she sensed in her aura a deep paranoia. “Darling?” Not meeting her eyes, she answered, fiddling with the cloth of her elaborate skirt, but not letting go of the hand that held hers.

“Yes?” It came in a breathless whisper.

Tissaia grabbed her chin, frowning. “What’s the matter?” She nudged her consciousness with her own, finding steel doors firmly locked, still, she persisted, until she was sure the answer was ready to leave her tongue.

“Now that you know what will happen, will you… will you stop the coup?” ‘Will you change fate? Knowing the price of keeping the Brotherhood?’ went unsaid. Destiny was a fickle, wilful thing and they knew this better than most people. A give and a take, as the still Rectoress had restlessly engrained into her pupils.

The brunette laughed, reminding her of what was awaiting them if they dared. “Of course not.” Kissing Yennefer again to shut her up, she continued, “No. Every great empire has fallen. Every great empire will. I know this. I always have.”

Never in her life had she been this openly honest, vulnerable. She couldn’t bring herself to care. “It’ll hurt me, it might break me, to see what I created in ashes, but if I have to choose… my choice will always be you, Yennefer, it will always be our baby.”

Tears fell from her eyes again, this time the Arch-mistress cleaning them. “My choice will always be the both of you, too. When the world falls into the darkness, which we know it will, please remember I love you.”

“I promise.” She muttered.

[y0d00p]

I really wanna know a lot about your Mirror Galacta Knight,,,,, please?

OKAY I have rambled about him before but I'll resummarize cuz idk how much my thoughts have changed.

There's only one Void/Void Termina so EG didn't have... that to deal with back in the day. Actually maybe he was one of the other four heroes tbh, if Void was gonna eat the universe or whatever it'd make sense for the Mirror World's top dog to uh, take some responsibility and get involved. So I guess that would mean him and GK did know each other somewhat, a longass time ago.

EG is a very chill dude, very kind, very serene, quiet. He's much more... stable... than GK, probably because he has better coping methods to whatever the hell is going on in there, not to mention he never had the same superstar status in the MW that GK did on the other side, and never got banished to gay baby jail for 10,000 years or whatever. He very much likes to keep to himself, and in his younger days he hopped planets constantly, though a lot of that was restlessness caused by the excess energy going off the shits inside him constantly.

I still don't really know what the deal is with the Galactas' excess power, I mean I know they have a lot of natural strength but like there was Something that threw it into overdrive for both of them and idk what it is, honestly I think I just don't want to commit to any specific idea lol. ANYWAY POINT Is mirror Galacta (or Errant Galacta henceforth known as EG) has the same limit/potential as GK he's just better at keeping it in check.

Basically it's like... fuckin nuclear levels of energy constantly surging such that it needs to be released somehow otherwise it'll make them, burn up from the inside or explode and leave a black hole or something idk. Very overwhelming and at some times uh, painful as fuck.

GK was already very, Energetic, had a lot of ways to expend energy and at first it seemed like enough but eventually the usual hero work wasn't enough and it lead him down a path of increasingly violent and destructive methods to keep the bomb from going off until the ancients intervened and put him in time out.

EG was always less physically active and disinterested in fighting for sport, so he was reluctant to follow GK's lead when the surging became too much. He did start that way, but GK started getting out of control Fast and EG noticed and was not keen on ending up the same way so he immediately shifted focus to finding other ways to spend the energy.

Turns out matter creation is a great way to use a SHIT TON of energy in a short amount of time, but it did take him a while to get there. For a couple thousand years he traveled Far and A Lot and learned to do a lot of really cool shit thanks to his endless well of Cosmic Power. He can basically do anything with at least some competence short of reality manipulation and destruction of matter.

He's strongest in fields of like, creation, repair, growth, healing, etc, and weakest in magic used only for harm, destruction, violence, etc. He just wants to help people lol, plus he figures if destructive power of his potential is needed, GK has enough for both of them.

GK is extremely physically stronk thanks to the excess energy boosting his natural prowess, but EG is a bit more frail and squishy. Along with fewer/weaker combat skills in general, EG is also pretty terrible with most physical weapons, while GK can pick up anything new very easily.

As far as brains go, EG is definitely the smarter one lol, all those years of studying and travelling and listening to people gave him a lot of knowledge; he's book smart AND street smart. Though it's really no fault of GK's, for his species he was pretty young when the destruction thing started, and I imagine he kinda cruised through life up to that point with other skills. Trying to suppress the energy surges kept him pretty distracted, and the whole ordeal probably ended up frying his brain a little, and then he was put in a crystal to be mostly isolated and dormant for a very long time with only occasional breaks to get pulled into a fight with some asshole. GK and EG are literally like "where do you work out" "the library".

I think the surging energy eventually kinda evened out, and a tolerance was built as well. It's still constantly building, but at a much slower, more manageable pace. Nowadays EG spends most of his time chilling on MW Popstar, but he does still travel occasionally. Again, he keeps to himself, and he's hard to contact/find if he doesn't want to be, but he is still nice and likes helping people. He generally leaves the hero stuff to the mirror trio, but he's always there to help with the damage left after an incident.

He keeps his horns filed down to avoid hurting or spooking anyone with them. He always comes off a bit drowsy and in fact very much enjoys naps. The energy inside him basically keeps him nourished and healthy, so he only eats/drinks if it's a gift or special occasion. The "Errant" comes from the concept of the knight-errant because I didn't wanna just call him like Dark Galacta or something lol.

I think that's all I got right now off the top of my head, but if you have any like specific questions I'd be happy to hear them. :) Thanks for the ask!

[lovely-ateez]

For The First Time Pt. 1~

ꕥPosted: 7/19/20

ꕥGenre: College!au, Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Jongho

ꕥWord Count: ~1k

ꕥWarnings: Slight language

ꕥA/N: There are several Chinese phrases I’ve sprinkled here and there, but I’ll provide the English translation so don’t worry! :)

Phrase Guide:

老师=teacher/professor

可爱=cute

I walked into my Chinese language class and looked around at the empty seats. The lack of students wasn’t that surprising to me. I was 15 minutes early, after all. I sat in the front row seat taking the books out of my backpack when I heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey!”

I looked up to see my best friend, Marina, and raised an eyebrow.

“Since when are you interested in learning Mandarin, M?”

“Oh I’m not at all,” Marina sat down and ran one of her perfectly manicured hands through her hair, “but you were the only friend in our group taking it and I didn’t want you to be lonely.”

She gave me a wink as I smiled at her.

“Thanks, babe. But this really is a tough class. You’ll definitely have to study hard if you want to pass.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to find a cutie to tutor me.”

I rolled my eyes at my love-crazed friend. It’s not like she’d have any trouble, though. Nearly every person she encountered fell for her. She wasn’t picky with gender, either. I remember when she came out to me several years ago. She wasn’t ashamed about it, quite the opposite, actually. I remember her throwing her head back in laughter.

“No one is safe from me! I will woo everyone and I cannot be stopped! I am invincible!”

I was pulled back to reality when Marina spoke again.

“You know, I’ve actually heard there’s a few cuties in this class.”

“Oh yeah? How’d you find that out?”

She chuckled and whispered, “Ancient Chinese secret.”

“Oh my god, M.”

As if on que, a group of three young men walked in. One was incredibly tall with bright red hair, another shorter with a light brown mullet, and another with a perfect, gummy smile.

They laughed at whatever joke the smaller one had told and looked around the classroom. By that point several people had trickled in, so finding a seat was slightly more difficult. Gummy-smile-guy looked at me and winked. He was, unfortunately, handsome. I looked away and cleared my throat, moving my gaze over to Marina, instead. She gave me a knowing smile, but said nothing. They eventually found seats towards the center row, just a few seats behind us.

After a few moments, Marina leaned close to me.

“Listen I’m just saying...I call dibs on the redhead. Did you see the way he was looking at me? He’s a damn fine man. You; however, ought to make a move on Mr. Flirty.”

“That’s seriously the best nickname you could come up with?”

“Listen. I’m getting ready to study a whole new language and I’m trying to save my brain power, y/n.”

Before I could respond to her, our professor entered. She seemed to be a middle-aged woman, wearing a classy dress with her hair tied up in a tight, neat bun. She carried several books in her hands and walked to the podium in the middle of the room.

As she sat down her books, she began speaking Mandarin at a relatively fast pace. I had never taken a Chinese class, but in preparation I studied the language for several months prior. I understood the majority of what she was saying and felt proud of myself for understanding.

“Alright class. Who would like to translate what I just said?”

My hand shot up after a second or so, giving my brain extra time to process her words.

“Good morning and welcome, everyone. This is Intro. to Chinese Language 101. If you are in the wrong class please leave, and if not, congratulations, you are in the right room,” I recited.

The professor raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“What’s your name young lady?”

“Oh! My name is y/n, 老师.”

She gave me a warm smile and nodded.

“Very well. I expect much from you, y/n.”

I smiled widely at her praise. To my side I could see Marina shaking her head at me and heard her whisper “Show off.”

As class continued I tried my best to answer what I could, but of course I couldn’t answer everything. It seemed that an unfamiliar young man and I took turns answering almost every question. I liked that. Bring on the competition.

Class ended sooner than I had liked and before long I was packing up my things.

“So where are you headed now?” Marina asked.

“Actually this is my break period. I’ve got an hour before my next class so I’m going to get some lunch.”

“Oh sweet! Me too!”

A deep voice that I didn’t recognize made me turn around.

“I think I’ll tag along, then.”

I looked up at the man with bright red hair and leaned my head to the side, noticing his two friends standing close to him.

“And who are you?” I asked.

He stuck out his hand for me to shake and gave a warm smile.

“Mingi Song. And you?”

Although his words were directed at me, he was looking at Marina, waiting for her to respond, instead.

I shook his hand and his gaze turned back to me.

“I’m y/n,” I pointed to Marina, who was already ogling Mingi, “and this is my friend Marina.”

Mingi picked up one of her hands and kissed it gently, “What a beautiful name you have, Marina.”

Mingi leaned closer to Marina and continued to flirt with her, pulling out every trick in the book. I’d seen this dance countless times with Marina and knew where it was going. I slid on my backpack and began to walk out.

“See ya, M! I’ll be at the cafeteria if you need me!”

She lazily waved back as I smiled at her. I took no more than a few steps before I heard someone running behind me. I turned around to see gummy-smile himself, secretly cursing myself when my heartbeat skipped.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

He took a moment before speaking and actually looked a little shy. It only showed on his face for a moment though, before he smiled confidently.

“Can I come with you to lunch?”

“I mean I guess, but I don’t even know your name yet.”

“Oh shit you’re right,” He smiled, “I’m Jongho.”

His smile. Damn his smile. Now that I could see him closer I actually got a good look at him. His fluffy dark brown hair with his forehead partially exposed, perfect facial proportions, and - oh god - he was really fit. His short-sleeved shirt showed the strong muscles in his arms just slightly enough to let you know that they were there. And of course, I knew.

“So are you gonna keep checking me out or are you gonna walk to lunch with me?”

His comment threw me off guard and I blushed, quickly shaking my head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jongho.”

“...可爱.”

[floralkittygambler]

Reposting for reasons

Response to Honest’s post here: Doing this to spread this awareness more as I know theres a bit of a rift in the critical community - plus I really fucking go on. Im PISSED and I do apologise however it NEEDS urgent addressing. I know people will hate me for it but Im used to hate and honestly? Hating rather than helping to solve the issue only furthers my fucking point here. So yeah this is so more people are aware (no offense to any of those involved in said rift either, but this is an important message. Thank you for understanding and if I can do anything to make all sides comfortable, then please message me and I’ll do my upmost.) “ More awareness of this is needed. Even if it’s your favourite, you can’t justify their shit but rally against another’s shit. Have people tell you you’re experiences arent real or invalid because, like Husk, people have - in real life - shipped you with someone you are far from comfortable with but you still treat them like a person. Because you have basic respect. And people force you to accept harassment, touching, stalking, advances for THEIR satisfaction. People use you for their fantasies. But you’re just a ‘tsundere’ for it. Or you have addiction issues but people think being with another addict will ‘save’ you because you’re apparently too incompetent to save yourself. Love isnt some magic fuckin cure so stop romanticising it as a fuckin saviour. It’s gross and fuckin creepy. Get stalked and have someone NEVER accept your no just because you show youre still decent enough to not treat them shitty or any different from anyone else. Try having someone way older or way younger (both in morally fucked up ways) advance on you and people encourage that. People you’re supposed to feel safe around.

People touch you when you pull away or show discomfort. Follow you home. Have pictures of you and wont accept you dont like them like that and it’s not ‘playing hard to get’ or ‘the thrill of the chase’. Fuck. OFF. In fact, Im not only disappointed in the fandom. Im disappointed in the entire team who some should know better from their OWN personal experiences - or at least the bare minimal of being a fucking adult. Im disappointed in especially females (sorry idk whether girl or woman is more appropriate here-) who statistically are more likely to have experienced something similar at some point in their lives think this is a cute gay moment. No. Angel is made out as a fucking predator - Im not saying he is, Im saying that his persistence is very fucking unwelcome like one. People like Husk dont need that fucking invasiveness. They/We need patience and someone on our level. Angel’s I know are the fuckin polar opposite - and some of them I know are very sexually harassing, including unwanted touching. It’s a shitty way to present gay people. Gays are fuckin people. Some are cunts and some arent. It’s a HUMAN thing. But considering the shit theyve been subjected to, presenting a gay as a victim only to also show them as a perpetrator is insulting! And for those Ive seen argue this about how people like AD wouldnt know how to express their love normally and whatnot? His pig. His best friend. He’s in his fucking 30s. There are literal real life criminals who get molested as kids and then go on to molest kids. Not all who grow up like that turn into nonces. Stop just fucking STOP justifying and romanticising this bullshit! I used to see the good in AD but now he makes me fucking sick. Especially with my verrrrrry fucking real traumas and connections. But fuck me, eh? Because this fictional guy matters so much more. Fuck real victims. And whilst we’re at it, fuck AD too when it suits your fetishes! Sarcasm aside, the fans and the team need to straighten up their abhorrent behaviour. Stolas. Fucking clearly having an affair, knowingly fucking up his daughter’s mental health and bribing a guy into sex who only wants the book and nothing more. He even has a fucking warning button over Stolas- Guys, how do you think any of this is cute? Even the team gross me out- I genuinely see potential and talent and it’s all gone to shit to satisfy horny teens, horny adults, and literally everyone who doesnt for the life of them understand being an adult is more than sex, drugs, violence and swears! I REALLY want to keep enjoying HB/HH but it’s getting harder and harder with such ignorant and bordering lazy creators (note: lazy as in wont do the fucking research or actually listen to real criticism and victims), such despicable fans (yeah, some HDers fuckin mocked that they triggered my ED, yet they had the fucking NERVE to support Angel’s potential ED AND laugh and blame me for me getting treated so badly for actually having the balls to call Angel and the teams hypocrisy. I got told to kill myself, that my problems arent real - oh but Angels apparently is! Which... They *are* but AD isnt real so technically only onlookers will suffer and not a drawing  - and they just excused their toxic behaviours. These people are like “aww poor angie babey!” yet fuckin INSULT sex workers. All this red in Hazbin yet it feels everyone and they mama colour blind. The issues are getting worse and fans are outright becoming EVIL, VILE, Vindictive little bullies - from kids to adults. You SHOULD be ashamed of yourself if you conduct yourself in such a manner. And you need to readjust your attitudes and behaviours because the only fuckers getting hurt are actual fucking victims. Ever been violated and been gaslit so much you STILL fucking question it’s reality? So you drown that shit out yet somehow it’s effects still hit you? Fetishise it. Make it your uwu gae couple goals, you’re no better than people believing Harley and the Joker werent toxic af. If this shit happened to you, most of you would actually SEE where we’re all coming from. Also, stop making gay a fetish - you’re like those creepy old men in the alley heckling lesbians to make out so they can wank off. Gays, no ALL the LGBT+ are fucking people too. So dont give me that bullshit then start turning everything just gay or just straight to mentally wank off to. It’s degrading and dehumanising. And yes, fiction does effect reality. You crush on a fictional character? Mourn one? Support one? Hell, fuckin jerk off to one - that’s affecting reality. Remember how in fiction all blacks were treated as villians? Look how theyre treated IRL. JAWS, great classic unfortunately their was a spike in shark killings over a fucking movie - the shark in the movie wasnt even real for the most part because they dont behave like that! (Also the animatronic was so shit they genuinely had so many issues - I think they even took to naming each one! Some fun trivia there!). Tiger sharks are more nasty than great whites as tiger sharks will hunt and eat a human. Great whites prefer seals and dislike human flesh, they just mistake us for seals. Hell, theres the toothless basking shark - theyre often SWAM WITH by divers for being so friendly. Yet Jaws made people think all sharks are bloodlusting over humans. Slenderman was created for a fucking contest and that influenced a stabbing (NOT Victor’s fault). Watch a horror movie that isnt based on a real life event and tell me that at least ONE has left you peaking over your shoulder. Stella may be a bitch - we dont know for certain - but try getting cheated on. Y’know what? Try growing up in such a broken home like Octavia. Yeah reaaaaaal fucking cute now, huh? Funny how as well y’all petition for male victims to be taken seriously then laugh when fictional males experience this abuse, further adding to stigma. You can be hit on by the hottest mf on the planet but if you arent interested, that should be respected! Also we’ve all been inspired by at least one fictional character so yeah. Yknow, since I was little Ive been fighting for sex worker and homeless rights. But HH/HB treatment of both leave a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ll still fully support sex workers and the homeless, but that’s the fucking effect this show is having. Bearing in mind I wont ever share everything Ive been through - and I shouldnt fucking have to in order to be believed and validated (obvs proof is required in a legal case but that’s a whole other topic). Why should I share MY fucking pain especially when you fuckers have belittled and triggered it more so? We have our rights to our secrets but fuck ME you lot NEED to start acting appropriately and like decent fucking humans. ‘iTs HeLl’ yeah and welcome to Earth- the team and yourselves live HERE. You obide by THESE rules. And as someone with beliefs (and a LOT of ancient fucking texts and studies on this shit) their Hell isnt even a proper Hell! It’s closer to purgatory and even then it’s not. Regardless, it’s a poorly built world with the lore consistently changing per episode and tweet, with many plot holes, and is apparently easy to get into - even via accidentally watching porn according to a stream. If youre gonna parade youre a fucking expert and research into demonology and use real believed figures, at least get THAT right. In fact, Lucifer and Lilith (and Stolas tbf) are ESPECIALLY risky as theyre a lot more complex than most easy access texts will tell you. Likewise, Stolas’s first introduction and main focus is sex. He’s one of the FEW Goetia demons that dont have some involvement in relationship issues at ALL. He’s known for astrology, crystals and herbs but hes also known to aid MONEY troubles (it’s lesser known but it’s true! HB Stolas is an insult to the Prince). Turning Vodou into something evil is vile considering it’s powerful and liberated slaves. Pentagrams are nothing to do with Satan, they’re magic based sigils. Upside down cross is the symbol of a SAINT. It’s just some edgy attempt to trick people into believing they know more than they do. Also you should NEVER dabble and doodle sigils without knowing the meanings or respecting what they behold. Vox and Val, real fuckin cute way to make them look like a stupid fucking highschool drama instead of a fucking SEX TRAFFICKER (note: real pimps often target YOUNG folks too - aka minors - and groom them into sex work. Theres different types of pimp. Viv has shown barely any understanding of ‘the game’ and its a fucking insult to injury. Yes we KNOW what a fucking pimp and prozzie are! We dont need to see it. We need REAL AWARENESS.) and a fucking scheming bastard of a CEO salesman botman. And yet even THEN lets go a step further and make some yandere wuv on boyfweind aboose! Fuck off- Now I love a good anime but these tropes are getting fucking dangerous now. And unrealistic to real love and relationships. Kids nowadays know fuck all on a healthy relationship (neither did the fuckin 50s tbf) and Im seeing more romaticism and glorifying abusive situations. Like the show ‘You’. Ok, there’s a fuckin bloke online who slaughtered innocents and kidnapped yet people commented how cute he is on his IG and that they want to be kidnapped or killed by him next. Dont believe me? Look up Peter Manfredonia Connecticut and the comments people left him and then tell me why shit like whats being presented in HH/HB ISNT fucking concerning - because it is. For a series about redemption, it’s brilliant at the opposite (Quote from the creator herself, Viv has posted that it’s influencing her bad choices. Even as a joke, proof’s in the pudding). And the overall focus on sex in the way Viv does is so immature and really creepy, and this is from an ADULTS perspective. From one adult to another, Im concerned as to why any of them think this is a normal fixation. Then again they’ve hired quite a large amount of dodgy folks and even a child. Most of this shit gets avoided with a basic background check like most companies run. I DO like Hazbin. Or the premise. I love some of the cast and spite the others. In Helluva, I just like a tiny portion of the cast. And I critique it so harshly because Viv DOES need a wakeup slap, grounding to reality, people who arent going to big her up or kiss her arse for once and shape her up to be the best she can be. The actually reach and even surpass her potential. And to reach where you need to be, there’s a lot of harsh lessons youll face. That’s life. Shes chosen one of the most HEARTLESS industries and if she blocks out critique as ‘hate’ then she’s not strong enough and wont last. It’s just another unprepped YanDev again (except I dont believe Viv to be a nonce. Even with her dodgy past and dodgy present, I think her perspective on sex and relationship with sexuality is FAR from healthy BUT I dont believe she’s a pedophile. Ive bled my fair share and so far, I just think her sex perspective isnt healthy or mature for her age. But there’s little to nothing to suggest actual noncery - dont worry about accusations there. But YanDev is totally a dirty predator. Just clearing that up). Viv NEEDS some harshness and stability if she wants to do things right. And it’ll make her fucking cry but if she loves these projects as much as she claims to, then you’ll sacrifice blood, sweat and tears for that shit. Even the strongest points are mediocre at best when properly observed. She CAN do more, but she’ll have to face the harsh music. Viv wont see this, but if she does, I dont care if it upsets her. Why? Because this is that much of an issue - something she’s cultivated - that she needs to take action and not ignore it or be secretive about it. She needs to grow up and get tougher skin. Im not saying this to cause her pain. In fact, I wouldnt waste my fucking limited time if I DIDNT care. Trust me, I have duties to be met at a certain quota every single day. I say this shit only because I give a shit and care. If we met, she’d fucking hate me. But people like me are good for shaping people up to their potential. And we arent always this ‘tough love’ either. But when someone needs that level of harshness to help themselves, we’re not afraid to lose people or cause upset if the results end up being the best for them. If she ever saw this, she needs to re fucking evaluate her message, her story, and those she’s choosing to welcome into her circle. And all Im seeing is one rookie mistake after the other. Her paid patreon discord. Just like the messages Honest has posted on her side of being harassed (not in Vivs fyi), Ive experienced shit and bullying and even stay silent on their for being attacked for a group I fuckin paid to be in and yet I feel isolated. It’s all arsekissing and ‘thank you viv’ (thats an actual channel-) and it feels like a place of borderline worship and people trying to appease her 24/7 whilst kicking others with different opinions down. There’s so many I love but I aint kissin yer fuckin arse. Ask the closest friend I have - we’re fucking raw and wont just side with each other just because. We’ll call each other out if we think they’ve fucked up and then help each other build themselves up better. Because real fuckin people who actually care wont just want to be adored by you. They’ll care enough to point out your bullshit and help you, even if they upset you at the time. They’re real and upfront with you. People like us arent always the easiest to be close to either because we arent afraid of upsetting someone if it’s in their best interest and to help them. Likewise, we dont go out looking for fights either. Most times, we’re fuckin soft bastards- All this shit listed is the fuckin surface level of the real life hell of this fandom. And unsurprisingly, those who experience little to no toxicity have always been higher on that popularity ‘food chain’ - enough admirers and shared opinions that people wanna arse kiss regardless of their OWN feelings as well as neutral perspectives. I’d say you’re the lucky fans, but you’re not. You’re sheltered, and that isnt always the best way to be sadly. As for the fans. If Ive upset you. Well... I dont care. Because many of you have actively sought me out and weaponised my traumas against me. You never cared about my feelings then. Why should I care about yours? Im not doing this out of malice. Im fed up of humans behaving so pathetically yet claiming to be high and mighty. Most of you have been arseholes to those in and out of the community. The victims and non-victims alike. Hardly any of you considered once my real suffering. You put a drawing over a life. Many lives. You had the audacity to tell me Im full of shit. Some even using my real traumas to make a mockery of me and those Im around with a very similar history. Some with traumatic histories that differ from my own. You hardly ever considered the real lives of those effected. So no, Im not sorry for having the fucking balls to this day to still stand up for our rights and give us a voice that’s long been stolen. Im not sorry for being a fucking victim. Im not sorry for saying what desperately NEEDS voicing. And Im not sorry for not conforming to you or any fandom just to belong. We deserve better than to constantly be your fuckin arse monkeys (well... the trope is butt monkey but yknow-) and to be mistreated, misrepresented and harmed by you. You’re no different to the school bullies who give speeches on anti-bullying day. And I hope every single one of you starts looking into yourselves and improving. PS: Depending on the texts you read, Lucifer is said to have been redeemed or to be redeemed. Fun fact to haunt yalls with~ “