#asmodeum

[brutal-nemesis]

E&T: Caught in the Clutches of Lust

No im not sorry for any of this. cope and seethe

Btw I used a line from @painsandconfusion and @wormwriting's degradation starter list that I saved THREE YEARS AGO for this very moment. I am always playing the long game (⊙ˍ⊙)

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Ingredients: VERY creepy/intimate whumper, implied threat of noncon, a lot of noncon touching (unsexy but right on the edge), implied noncon kiss, unsexy nudity

Shiori?

No, it couldn’t be, she was a world away, she was human, he’d left her waiting by the fountain after the party and she’d moved on and forgotten about him, no reason to follow him here, into the depths of hell, looking exactly like she had the night of the party, jarringly out of place in her pretty dress, smiling at him like he wasn’t a blood-covered, unrecognizable version of himself.

And then he blinked, and all of a sudden it wasn’t Shiori at all, but Lythia, wearing the same yellow bandana that she always did while she was working in the palace gardens, the little black braids of her hair just as beautiful as he remembered. There was no pity in her dark eyes, like there had been the last time he saw her, looking up at him from the crowd while he was chained to that pillar, promising he’d be rescued after it was already too late. Actually seeing her hurt, and Erebus looked away for a moment, just a moment…

When he saw the woman in front of him now, his jaw dropped, eyes widening, his tense, burning hands finally relaxing.

“Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe.”

Her voice was just as he remembered, and she was smiling at him so kindly, her eyes soft, her gloved hand outstretched, she was here to save him, she’d found a way to bring him back, he was too tired and scared and stressed to do anything else besides surrender control to her once again, to take her small hand and follow her blindly towards the fate she’d chosen for him. She was squeezing his still-healing hand tightly in hers, but she could do whatever she wanted with him just as long as she got him out of this place.

“Well, that was easy.”

The voice wasn’t Shiori’s, or Lythia’s, and it certainly wasn’t Neteri’s.

Erebus jumped back, finally seeing the person next to him clearly for the first time. She-they?-smirked at him, bright purple eyes sparkling. Their white hair was long and wavy, partially braided back with impeccable precision. Gold jewelry and a low-cut black dress accentuated their natural beauty, seeming very out of place in this hellish world. Most striking of all, though, was their bright red skin, a shade that was very familiar to Erebus.

This was a lust demon, and she’d lead him right into her lair.

“You-how did-I-”

They laughed, deep and bright, obviously amused by his shock and confusion. “You only saw what your heart wanted you to see, darling. It’s not my fault you turned into a meek little lamb and followed me here.”

Erebus’s face grew hot. “Well I-I…” his wings sank behind him. He’d thought he was about to be saved. Like an idiot. She’d led him away from the bubbling pools and acrid air into a sort of cave, a furnished one at that. But now he was cornered in here, at a disadvantage in the cramped space. He swallowed and changed the topic, hand resting on the pommel of his sword. “Who are you and what do you want with me?”

“Apologies.” She bowed slightly, the sort of bow people gave when they were pretending to show respect during negotiations, but then declared war a few weeks later. “My name is Asmodeum, and really,” they gave him a disapproving look, “I’d rather not fight with you. I heard you’ve defeated Somiaken and Vorath already, but I believe you and I could work something out without coming to blows.” They held their hands up briefly, but the way they watched him made it clear that their guard was still up. “So, tell me your name, now. Unless you’d prefer I just call you darling?”

Erebus very much did not want that, so he complied. “Erebus. But you didn’t really answer my question. What do you want, if not to fight me?”

Asmodeum sighed wistfully. “Well, I can tell that you’re the sort of person who’ll never agree to what I really want, but I believe something can be arranged. You see, I’ve been stuck here for Akumo knows how long with no toys to play with. So, I was thinking-”

“I-I’m not gonna be your toy,” Erebus choked, his throat feeling like it was closing up. 

“Ah, ah, ah.” Asmodeum wagged a finger. “Let me finish, dear. I could have my way with you quite easily, you know. It would be oh so effortless to drag you back into my domain proper and throw you into a pool of boiling water or lava and watch the show. However, I think your forced cooperation would make this a little more fun, and it would be nice if you behaved for me. So, if you let me do what I want with you, barring the most intimate acts, I’ll let you kill me once I’ve had my fill.”

“What happens if I don’t say yes?”

Asmodeum casually examined their nails. “I will take you by force and I will defile you.”

“D-defile?! You don’t mean…” Erebus quickly glanced down, and Asmodeum smiled wickedly.

“Oh, I do mean. If you let me play with you, I swear I won’t do anything of the sort. Call it an incentive. So come on, Erebus, get rid of your sword.” Erebus just tightened his grip on it, weighing his options. As much as he didn’t want to let this demon…play with him...did he really have any other options? He was exhausted, and there wasn’t much room in here for him to try and put up a proper fight. And more than anything, he really, really didn’t want to risk being...Despite the anxiety building in his chest, Erebus unbuckled the sword belt around his waist, setting it carefully on the ground.

“Fine. But if you so much as touch me there I’ll-I’ll make you regret it.” How would he do that? He wasn’t sure. But he just-he had to make it clear that he wasn’t surrendering. He was just…agreeing to play along. Just to get a break from fighting. He was okay with this. He’d be fine. He'd been through so much worse.

He'd be fine.

“I promise I won’t cross that boundary, don’t you fret.” Asmodeum walked over to him, kicking his sword out of reach as they took his hand. “First things first, you’re absolutely filthy. Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

Erebus pulled his hand out of her grasp. “I mean, I-I can do that myself,” he muttered. Asmodeum raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sure you can, but I want to wash you, dear. And right now,” she grabbed his hand once more, “I get what I want.” They pulled him along into a bathroom, and he followed reluctantly, feeling an odd sense of familiarity in just going along with this sort of thing. Their threat was certainly a motivator, but that didn’t mean he was going to roll over completely on every little thing, right? He had to make it clear that he wasn’t happy with this, despite agreeing to it. She started filling up the bathtub with water, turning to him with a smile. “Let me strip you now.” 

“I-I’d rather-”

“Shhhh.” She placed a finger on his lips, her other hand starting to undo the ties on his shirt. “None of that, dear. I can’t get you all clean if you’re wearing these dirty clothes, now can I?” He looked away as they tugged his shirt off, hoping that they’d-nope, now they were going to try and take off his pants, too.

“You said you weren’t going to-to do that to me.”

“I won’t. But that doesn’t mean you get to keep your clothes on the whole time, you shy little thing. I just won’t touch.” Erebus stifled a whine as she pulled down his pants, and his underwear along with them. “There we go. You can get in now.” He did so, almost jumping into the warm water and crouching down, hugging his knees close and spreading his wings around himself protectively. They gently pushed his wings back, stroking his face as he glared at them with wide eyes. “There’s no use hiding when I’ve already seen everything, silly. I think I’m going to need to get these arms out of the way, hmmm?” They pulled out a pair of manacles, and Erebus’s stomach sank.

“Wait, I won’t resist just-just don’t-”

“Too late for that, Erebus.” She clamped them around his wrists, twisting the chain securely around the faucet. “Besides, you look absolutely darling like that, all helpless. Now, keep those wings out of the way or I’ll pierce them together.” Erebus’s wings sank in defeat, slowly moving back until they were behind him. There wasn’t any winning here, was there? “Good boy.” She grabbed a cup from the countertop and started using it to pour water on him, rinsing away some of the pieces of flesh stuck to his bloodied skin. After she lathered a washcloth with soap, she began to gently clean the dried blood off his face. He screwed his eyes shut, fists clenched as he tried to think about anything else. 

Even back when he was a prince, he’d hated being fussed over, preferring to take care of himself when he could. Asmodeum, however, seemed to have no concept of personal space, or just didn’t care. She had to work hard to get through the blood caked over most of his skin, leaning in close, starting with his face before switching to his hair. Their hands slid in, tenderly working through tangled bloody mats and massaging his scalp. He hated how nice it felt, how much it reminded him of the way Lythia always used to play with his hair, forcing himself to open his eyes and look at Asmodeum, to remind himself who was…

Lythia smiled at him sweetly, and Erebus felt his blood run cold. That wasn’t her, no matter what he saw, no matter how he felt. She wasn’t here. She was back home, probably still tending the palace gardens despite the change in management. Did she still think of him as she looked at all the places they used to laugh? Or could she not get the image of him screaming and sobbing up on that podium out of her mind, unable to remember any other version of him than the one he’d left her with? Maybe that’s what he deserved to be remembered as, since he’d hardly thought of her since that day, the memories too painful. 

Erebus shuddered when Asmodeum moved to his horns, which were always far more sensitive than they had any right to be. She seemed to be able to tell, continuing to stroke them long after they were clean, and as much as he wanted to ask them to stop, he was afraid it would only encourage them. At the very least, the disconnect between Lythia and his horns was enough to push the thoughts of her out of his mind, and Asmodeum changed back to their normal form.

Her hands finally slid lower, caressing his neck, fingers slipping under his collar, making sure the skin underneath was clean, pressing down against his throat every so often as they did so. It wasn't enough to really choke him, but the message was clear.

They moved onto his shoulders, his wings, his arms, his back. He caught their smile as they saw what his right arm really looked like, and her fingers traced his whip scars as they were uncovered. Dread started to pool in his stomach as she moved to his chest, scrubbing away, revealing-

“Oh, well isn’t this pretty.” They marveled at his brand, stroking the lines of the scar, pausing over his rapidly-beathing heart. “Too bad you’re already owned by someone else, huh? But I suppose they’re not here now, are they?” Erebus just bit his lip, refusing to make eye contact. The thought of his…of Neteri not being here hurt, and, try as he might, he couldn’t help but think of her, of the way she’d always protected him. He wondered how angry she’d get if she saw what was happening to him, or if she could feel now that someone besides her was touching him. He could imagine her bursting in, yelling at Asmodeum to get their hands off of him, unchaining him and letting him cover up before pulling him into a hug-wait wait what was he thinking she’d been his captor she’d hurt him and ripped him into pieces and kept him locked up but she'd promised to save him and he missed her.

“What’s wrong, darling? Is even this too much for you?” Asmodeum brushed away a tear he didn’t realize had been falling with her finger, her skin no longer red, but brown. He couldn't look her in the eye. Not while she wore that face. “Such a sensitive little thing.” Hearing those words in that voice was already bad enough. Erebus tugged at his chains, wishing he could rub away those stupid traitorous tears, because he wasn’t crying about Neteri or Asmodeum or any of this. 

Their hands plunged beneath the surface of the blood-clouded water now, and Erebus couldn't stop himself from tensing up as they scrubbed his stomach, glad the parts of him that were previously under clothes weren't as caked in blood as those that weren't. Still, there was enough to clean that she had an excuse for her hands to wander lower still, caressing his hips, his thighs, and now he was trembling, fists clenched, tears dripping even more steadily into the tepid, cloudy water, no one had ever touched him there, at least she was wearing her own face now, but please, please stay away from there, you said you wouldn't touch me there and if you do then why am I here why am I letting you do this why do I keep letting people hurt me if I just stood up for myself more if I wasn't such a coward maybe I'd still be-

"You're rather pathetic, aren't you?" Asmodeum mused as they cradled his face, turning him towards them. Erebus blinked away tears, just now realizing that they'd finished cleaning him, the tub already drained. He couldn't exactly argue, crying and shivering like he was, so he just swallowed and gave the tiniest nod as he pulled himself together, hoping it'd be enough to get them to move on.

With a satisfied smile, she unhooked his wrists from the faucet, but left the manacles on as she pulled him up and out of the tub. He tried to cover himself as best he could as they toweled him off, hoping they’d stop touching him or at least give him clothes soon. Thankfully, they did, handing him a small bundle, and upon unrolling it he found...a pair of shorts that barely reached his knees, and that was all. Once he’d put them on, she dragged him into another room and let go, crossing her arms. “Kneel.” 

“I don’t-” Asmodeum raised an eyebrow, and Erebus stopped himself. They were expecting him to obey their every little whim if he didn’t want to be...he knelt, staring at the floor. She circled him a few times, and he clenched his fists in his lap, hating how much of his body was on display. Not that she hadn’t already seen everything.

“You were just made to kneel, weren't you? Absolutely gorgeous." Erebus's face burned even hotter than before. All he could hope was that they'd be done with him soon, but he'd never specified how long this would go on for when he agreed to it, so this might last…He was such an idiot, why did he just go along with this without any negotiation?

Asmodeum stopped in front of him. "Well, what are you in the mood for, dear? Pain,” her hand slid under his chin, tilting it up, “or pleasure?”

“Please just-anything but-” he choked, and she just laughed.

“Anything, you say? Then, I think...I'm in the mood for this.” They grabbed his collar, yanking him up onto the nearby bed. Before he could even try to sit up they were on him, wrapping themselves around him, worming in between his shackled arms, forcing him to embrace her back. A shudder ran down his spine as her skin came into contact with his, her arms pinning him flush against her body, her legs tangling around his. “Have you ever been this close to someone, darling?” she whispered in his ear, their fingers stroking his hair.

“I-I, um, a few times but-” 

“Aw, and you’re still nervous.” Her hand ran down the back of his head, stopping at his collar. “It’s so cute how you still wear this. I’m sure you could get it off if you tried, so you must like having it on, huh? Do you miss your owner?”

“She’s not-I don’t-I just-it’s…” he screwed his eyes shut, “I can’t take it off, alright?!”

“Such a dutiful little pet-”

“I wasn’t h-her pet!” 

“You’re so adorable when you’re in denial.” They stroked his back, rubbing around the base of his wings. Erebus just opted for staring at the wall, hoping they wouldn't touch his horns. “Do you know how lust demons feed, my dear?”

“By eating…?”

“Well, of course, but not the same way you do. We feed off of humans, more specifically, their bodily fluids.” She smiled widely, showing off her fangs. “And I haven’t had a meal ever since being locked up in here. I normally get my fix a different way, but, to be considerate of you, innocent little boy,” they shifted until their lips were right next to the base of his neck, fingers pushing his collar out of the way, “I’ll settle for feasting on your blood.”

Her fangs sank into his neck, and he couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden pain. He tried to breathe in calmly through gritted teeth as she sucked on the holes in his flesh, drinking his blood. Soon enough, his ears started ringing, and lightheadedness crept in. He gripped the chain between his wrists just too feel something solid, glad that he was lying down, at least. By the time Asmodeum pulled away, licking droplets of blood from their lips, a dizzy haze had settled over Erebus. He closed his eyes, tears leaking out as she snuggled back into him, just hoping that this would all be over soon. In fact, maybe he would just...let the blackness take him...just for a little bit...so he didn’t have to be...awake…

Erebus’s mouth tasted like dried blood when he woke up, and Asmodeum was still wrapped around him tightly. She smiled when their eyes met. “Did you have a good little nap, my darling? I hope you don’t mind, but,” she gripped his chin, her thumb stroking his lips, “I had a little bit of fun with you while you were out of it.” A bit of...wait is that why his mouth tasted like-

“W-you-you can’t d-do that to me I-I don’t-” his voice broke, and he couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, no matter how many fast little breaths he sucked in, just get away, get away from me stop touching me don’t do that to me please please I don’t want that you can’t do that to me you can’t you can’t I never wanted that not from you not from anyone and now now now I-I’m-I’ve been-

He felt something solid press into his hands, and he realized that Asmodeum was standing in front of him, and that was his sword in his hands, he was sitting up now and that was his sword and Asmodeum was smiling they were holding out their arms to him they were ready they were ready they were laughing they were coughing up blood they were on the ground there was so much blood how much of it was his he wasn’t sure he didn’t know they reached up and he backed away he had to get away he couldn’t stay here a second longer she was dead she was dead she was already crumbling away and he had to go he wanted to rip off his own skin he could still feel her touching him where where where were his clothes where was the key to these manacles he had to go he-

Erebus dropped his sword. He fell to his knees. He buried his face in his hands. 

And he screamed.

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[ripgray-moved]

AM HC DUMP ( please i'm obsessed with this little freak please think he's cool too )

full name is asmodeum but peter insists on giving him a nickname because "that's what friends do"; he settles for am because he hates "azzy" and "modi" ( almost pronounced like "moody" bc grump teehee ).

he is what's known as a guardian. his kind exist suspended in deep space within the d-16 dimensional region ( the highest tier of dimensions, where the deities, guardians and likewise ilk reside ) waiting to be called on. think of it like a "prayer" being answered, only it is exclusively for supernatural / magical matters. they typically are granted to those looking to hone magical / cosmic power and act as their teachers. they are impervious to morality, meaning a guardian in the wrong hands is potentially a universe-ender. luckily, peter is pure of heart and seeks only to release himself from his curse. typically, when the goal has been achieved guardians are then put down as they are simply too dangerous to leave laying around in other dimensions. however, when peter murks the cult and frees himself of paimon, he refuses to do so with am, claiming that they're still friends and he still has so much to learn.

has an ego, but it's arguably deserved. this isn't to say his arrogance can't be annoying / even a little mean, but he is factually a denizen of the highest ranking dimension in the entire universe lmao. unless you are also from there, you are naught but a speck of dust on his radar and he has no problems letting you know that if you get smart with him. is a total tsun ( i actually loathe that term but i know people will understand what i mean if i use it lmao ) once the Fee-Fees start setting in. you mustn't know that he enjoys your presence. that would be ridiculous. totally unfounded and foolish of you to assume that a being of such standing would care for you. don't be daft. is not even technically a "he", but peter asks how he should refer to am and am responds that he is indifferent as he has no need for gender. hilariously, when peter asks if he's a she, he reacts with a dissatisfied noise and so peter goes with he ( his first suggestion is actually they; he persists because am himself sounds unconvinced / vaguely unsure and he wants to get it right ). in the case of humans, he finds bodily functions SO WEIRD. when i tell you peter once got the hiccups and the first time that sound left him am jumped and demanded to know what was wrong with him? yeah. when he finds out y'all need to excrete? -50 friendship points permanently. refers to his brain as "the database". guardians are incredibly knowledgeable creatures ( it's kind of their purpose, to know things, lmao ) and are capable of gleaning information about both objects and people in a few seconds via 'scanning' them. he's like a sentient google without the shitty capitalism. on the topic of referring to stuff, refers to peter as "[his] master" and seldom uses his name until later on. another common term is "[his] wielder". this is typical of a guardian, as despite their great power they are adopted into a subservient role. peter has mixed feelings about it as he views he and am as equals and friends from the beginning. will offer assistance to others if they ask directly, but typically is very driven and dedicated to peter. keeps his interests at the forefront and doesn't take kindly to 'distractions' ( though cannot separate 'distractions' from friends just being friends until later ). NOT receptive to touch. only peter may hold him unless you gain his permission ( which he is rather tight with ). you'll get zapped if you try to grab him without his express consent; if you persist, the zap will increase in voltage until it eventually becomes powerful enough to end your life. thankfully, once is enough for most people. i have to reiterate: AM IS A STAFF. HE IS NOT A PERSON. that being said, later on into his development he becomes aware of the importance of connection between humans and opts to adopt a form to better communicate himself to them. THIS FORM IS A PROJECTION, but he is such a powerful entity that it is a corporeal one. he can be interacted with as you might a person unless he wills the opposite.

[inkspellangel]

Find the Word Tag

I was tagged my @rms-writes

My words are dull, repair, yellow, ending.

Tagging: @lockejhaven @gokustormofficial22 @cljordan-imperium @smol-feralgremlin and an Open Tag!

Your words are: high, stray, lie & gear

We're Doing the Strong, the Stray & a Punk this time. (Most of these words felt more fitting.) And boy was it a long time since I opened this document...

Dull

“Sit down!” The commander himself leaned against his desk while they sat down in the chairs. “I guess you want to know why I called you here.” He gestured to the screen at the wall and showed them a picture of a man in a lab coat. The man had a light pink-orange hair color and his hair was put up into a high bun. He wore glasses and a lab coat. One of his eyes looked almost mechanic, the other had a dull gray color.

Repair

Fun Fact: After the events of Keep Me Breathing, Kaleb and Rio shifted from four-wheelers to motorcycles and Fubuki took over maintenance on their gear. She is also the one who installed the dog(wolf) carrier on Kaleb's bike.

Yellow

He turned towards the girl. She was of normal height and dressed in black jeans, a band t-shirt and an open hoodie. Her hair was dyed in a light pink color and her hair was partly in what he could only guess was supposed to resemble cat ears. The glasses she wore made her yellow eyes look even bigger than they already were.

(Dep)Ending

The trip to Asmodeum would take at least four days. Maybe more, depending on how well the doctor could drive. Rio would’ve preferred to have him riding with Kaleb, but since he had the carrier for Sozz, that wasn’t an option. The other option would be having him ride with Rio, but the thought of having a criminal that close to him, on his back, was frightening. Also, Kaleb had used the excuse that Rio wasn’t a very good driver with a passenger, which wasn’t a lie. He really wasn’t.

Also tagging @eccaiia for the SSP content. c:

[dreamsarebutterflies]

This is SO interesting. We tend to forget they are not from the same species, their differences are NUMBERS even without the trauma responses they cannot help but having.

Stolas didn't understand the last words, he only heard an echo of what Striker told him while torturing him. He didn't hear Blitz uncharacteristic desperation in the bedroom either (the actual first reaction - first was bargaining, then total confusion, denial and THEN anger). What Blitz said there is that he won't let Stolas dismiss him. He won't let Stolas decide whether he should stay or go. Blitz found himself a cosy and warm place by Stolas' side and he won't leave without a fight. He doesn't want to leave.

I WON'T LET YOU. LET'S GO.

Blitz wants to start the conversation NOW. To him, they didn't start anything yet, they were not on the same page. He knows what this is about now, and he won't let Stolas decide how it should end on his own. Stolas basically had a monologue back there and he walked out on Blitz before the guy could even give his actual answer.

Blitz is not mad about Stolas bringing feelings into their dynamics. His avoidance for the past months was caused by his own confusing emotions towards the prince, not because Stolas was clingy or seemed to want more. The whole situation didn't make sense and Blitz saw it as complicated. But he isn't mad about the past or their status, he's mad because Stolas is asking something so freaking huge and he doesn't get the luxury of time to think about the true answer.

His anger still says let's do this, let's give it a shot because I am not leaving.

Too bad Stolas decided the conversation was actually over. His worst fear turned out to be a reality. And he cannot live with this. It's enough of an answer, not from Blitz but as for the state of their relationship and dynamics. He doesn't see how this could get anywhere healthy and he doesn't want that for them.

But still. Blitz gave him an answer without meaning to. "Let's go." He was willing to do complicated. The only reason he didn't want to start the conversation himself was because he knew from previous patterns that complicated means ending. He didn't fight his own feelings for this long to let it end now.

He probably just realized how much fun he had running around all day to make Stolas happy. Before he even climbed his balcony, he was already set on doing better. Even with a asmodeum crystal in his hands, a way to be free of their deal, he still reaches out to Stolas, and wants to earn his place here. And that's what is actually important for what's coming next.

Blitz wants to stay and it's unfair that Stolas doesn't want to hear him.

Let's not forget he's coming back from this:

A detail I don't see mentioned about the confrontation between Blitzø and Stolas is that while Blitzø is understandably angry and lashing out, he also ends his rant with an invitation to Stolas, imploring, no, demanding he meet him at his level, to get as angry as he is, to FIGHT HIM, right then and there.

We've seen frequently that imps are violent in general, they're originally native to Wrath, and we see that most of their bonding rituals often involve violence and/or bodily harm (just look at how much Millie and Sallie May messed each other up at the end and while being able to laugh about it; a broken bottle fight and broken bones is their version of a light-hearted pillow fight)

While Blitzø is also very self-destructive, even by Hell's standards, it should be noted that he's technically begging for Stolas to connect with him in this moment, to speak a language he understands. "At least respect me enough to fight me! If you care, why walk away? Get real with me, if we can't get physical with our genitals, then at least let us get physical with our fists!"

Unfortunately, Stolas has had the exact opposite cultural upbringing, having been taught his whole life that emotional outbursts are unseemly and improper, so his main go-to for conflicts is avoidance. He avoided confrontation with his father, he basically avoided Stella as much as he could even when she was openly shitting on him at parties; and ONLY just recently has he managed to stand up for himself and when he finally does, it's not to strike back, but simply stand his ground for once, emboldened his new-found love for Blitzø and the knowledge that his daughter isn't fooled by the act anymore and will soon be of age anyway.

It is not currently in Stolas' nature to be confrontational the way Blitzø desperately needs him to be.

Blitzø says: "Please, if you ever actually cared, you'd fight for us Get mad, show me that you care!"

What Stolas hears is just the most literal interpretation with zero subtext, because he isn't attuned to the subtleties of arguing and especially not what it looks like for imps, i.e. he focuses on the "I always hated you" interpretation.

Both gave the other an opening, but only heard dismissal, because it wasn't spoken in a language they were familiar with.

I'm not saying either handled things well here, Blitzø shouldn't immediately respond with anger and Stolas shouldn't default to walking away, that's my whole point.

I just thought it was an interesting angle that their differences aren't just societal (privilege/wealth/respect) but also cultural in how it influences how they each handle emotional confrontation, or, in the case of Stolas, how they don't.

[qettleqorn]

[murfeelee]

The Fool and the Magician

CAPTIONS AS TEXT

- - - (Vera) “Who would you like to commune with, my dear?" (Alec) “Asmodeus, Prince of Edom. I know you're a warlock, and your power to channel spirits is real.” - (Alec) “Are you gonna help me or not?” (Vera) “Channeling demon royalty, that's quite a request! It'll cost extra.” - *cha-ching!* “Very well. I will try to channel Asmodeus.” - “But he will only come if he desires it.” - “Invokate Asmodeum! En vas humane hoc. Asmodeo volente veni....!” - - - “....Alexander Gideon Lightwood.”

-- Shadowhunters, S03E18

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS (under the cut)

MY THOUGHTS

I haven’t studied Latin in a looooong minute (whimpers), but I’m kinda sure this is what Vera said: “I summon you, Asmodeus. Appear here in human form. Asmodeus, I command/force you to come....!”

I named this post The Fool and the Magician cuz 1) They’re the first two tarot cards in the Major Arcana, and a pretty good representation of Alec and Magnus, and Alec with Vera here, and 2) this was a hella stupid decision of Alec’s, to ask Asmodeus of all demons for help with ANYTHING.

-- Magnus Bane, Telling It Like It Is, 2019

I understand that Alec was SHOOK, following Magnus’ gut-wrenching emotional breakdown in 3x17, swift on the heels of his preemptive breakdown in 3x16, and Alec genuinely felt that Magnus would only be happy with his magic back, even if Alec had to make a deal with the devil to restore his powers. But for him to go along with Assmodeus’ schemes, and not expect it to come back around to bite someone in the arse?

It’s almost a blessing in disguise that Shadowhunters is cancelled, cuz we would’ve had the entirety of Season 4 with dark!Magnus having turned evil and frikkin losing his collective mind, all because Alec mistakenly thought that Magnus’ father was anything more than a Prince of Hell who should NOT be trusted.

Smdh. Worst father-in-law ever.

Anyways.

I gave Vera creepy eyes for her Warlock Mark, since she was pretending to be blind and all. I just wanna know why the show cast an old woman to play a warlock, and then Asmodeus immediately says about Magnus, “Immortals aren’t meant to grow wrinkled and grey.“ So....?

Was that just her glamour, part of her blind psychic shtick, and she never took it down? Or was her paternal demon pedigree lower tier, so she doesn’t have that much magic beyond her power as a Medium, and ages regularly? Cuz I thought ALL warlocks were immortal, and didn’t age once they hit maturity. o_O

CC CREDITS (WIP, laziness prevailed)

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[brutal-nemesis]

What's your favorite Pokemon?

Sorry this took me so long to answer I was...playing Pokémon

I think if I had to pick just one I would probably say Houndoom I just love me a devil doggy,,,,

But some of my other favorites are Aggron, Centiskorch, and Scolipede, among others (click for the full image the aspect ratios cut off them feets 😔)

And I would be remiss if I didn't mention Pyukumuku since I currently have a plush one tucked under my arm

And if you ever need help narrowing down your favorites, there's this awesome tool called the Favorite Pokémon Picker that takes you through all of them and helps narrow it down! And you could just do it for fun even if you don't like Pokémon cuz some of them are so cute ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

[aintashes]

the way that peter gazes around the pantry fills daryl with a sudden sense of fulfillment. his excitement over things like flour and eggs and salt, eyes as big and wide as the dinner plates they may soon be eating off of, is telling of just how long he's been out there on his own scavenging for scraps. it reminds daryl, too, of the first time he and his people had the opportunity to really explore this place; to see the pantry when it was actually fully stocked and brimming with things to choose from instead of sitting nearly empty in their current time of hardship.

now that had been quite the sight to behold years ago, even if daryl admittedly hated it at the time— so much so that he'd refused to take anything from it until much later down the line. he'd let the alexandrians and his people have their canned vegetables and their stale boxes of crackers while he went outside of the walls for food, heavily preferring the taste of wild game to that of carol's casseroles.

his stubbornness about the community and its resources had only lessened when aaron managed to get through to him. he'd made the effort to meet daryl where he was, rather than trying to drag him through something he wasn't ready for. it's that kindness and compassion that reflects in daryl now as he considers each light, bouncing step that peter takes around the pantry shelves with an air of goodnatured amusement.

as overwhelming as alexandria must be for peter, daryl is glad that this, at the very least, is something he seems to melt into like it's nothing. in fact, he's never seen his companion this bright and animated; not even when he completed his work on asmodeum did he show this much excitement. maybe it just means that peter feels like he can really be himself here— or at the very least, around daryl.

‘ yeah— yeah, sound good. tagleeuh-... whatever it is. ’ he comments, giving a dismissive wave of his hand as if to tell peter to go on, do what you need to. he finds it a little funny that he would even ask his opinion on the matter: they've roughed it in the wilds together for long enough now that he should know daryl is not a picky eater. it's not that he doesn't have tastebuds ( contrary to what others might say ), but whatever it is, this pasta dish sounds like a gourmet meal. one that he's sure he's going to devour no matter what.

as peter gathers what he needs, daryl does as he knows is required of him and silently fills out the pantry log for the items they're taking with them. he doesn't bother his companion with explaining how any of it works right now, instead just letting him vibrate with his elation without interruption. he deserves it, anyway: to be present in his happiness for once without something or someone coming to put a damper on it.

it's only when they get back to his place that daryl finally sits down, taking a spot at the nearby kitchen table. he has a good view from where he's at of what peter is doing as he sorts through the ingredients and gets right to it with what seems to be practiced ease.

‘ you used t'cook a lot before? ’ he asks out of genuine curiosity, hands resting in front of him on the table as he habitually fidgets with his own fingers. the fact that peter can make pasta by hand is impressive to him— daryl can't imagine trying to do that. it makes him wonder what kind of life peter must have had before the cult, and before the dead began to walk.

            ultimately, he's grateful for the shift in focus. while he feels honoured that daryl would trust him with his feelings ( given how avidly he defends them ), peter has learned not to dwell on things he cannot change. especially when the problem is somebody else's.

            "hell yeah," he chirps, obvious enthusiasm laced in his voice as he hops from his perch on the bed and all but dashes back out of the house. it's strange, it's never been that he's excited to go outside; long before the world crumbled, peter's ego has been turned to dust. while ever he was outdoors, he felt paranoid. hyper in all the wrong ways— jacked up enough to flee the country in a single sitting. now, there's a certain level of freedom that he's become accustomed to. better or worse, he belongs to the wild now.

           sometimes more than he'd like to admit.

           while daryl might give him an almost bemused look regarding the state of alexandria's pantry, the effect it has on peter is immediate. he walks inside slowly, head on a slow tilt— as if he's never stepped foot in a place like this before— with brown eyes blown wide with wonderment. it's clear that, unlike his companion, he doesn't see the empty spots on the shelves; he sees the shelves, the food they do have, the spare cooking utensils they have stacked to one side.

            "what do you mean creative?!" before he can stop it, the witch lets loose a bark of laughter as he pulls a bag of flour towards the edge of the shelf, as if displaying it to daryl. "you have flour here. i spied a couple of eggs over yonder, too." peter all but waltzes between shelving units, eagle-eyed gaze clearly in pursuit of something. when he finds it, he picks it up with a theatrical 'aha!' before turning it around to show it to the other. "and salt! you gimme some canned tomatoes and i can make a mean tagliatelle with this. i have basil in my bag; oregano too. it could be fucking delicious. u—um— unless you're... not a pasta guy? then i can toootally do something else."

           it isn't as if he doesn't have questions. eggs in particular... no matter which way you slice it, they imply livestock of some variety. as far as he's seen, this community isn't home to animals that fit the bill— but hell, it's not as if he's been given the grand tour yet.

           with daryl's agreement in tow, peter scoops up the necessary ingredients before all but skipping out of the pantry. so he's a little bit excited by the idea of cooking again. so what? can he be blamed when he's been living on fucking bark and fish for what feels the last hundred years? he hasn't stepped foot in a functional kitchen in several years; he's not about to let the idea of looking silly stop him from bounding over to the stove in daryl's house, his goods sprawled out on the counter.

            "aww, no apron? i was about to go full ratatouille." it's probably for the best that he doesn't. he looks wickedly good with an apron on. "heh, that's okay. i'm in the mindset of remy and that's all that matters."

           daryl likely has zero clue what he's talking about, but peter doesn't let it bother him. maybe it doesn't have to. maybe he shouldn't feel so inclined to hide parts of himself from someone who gave him access to an entire community's worth of provisions.

[spellbiinding-a]

☞ MEET THE MUSE

RULES: Don’t reblog, repost.

☞  TAGGED BY: @argxntxus !!

☞  TAGGING: anyone who wants to

► NAME ➭  “Adrien Tullius. Just ‘ Adrien ’ officially, though. Parker never told me my mom’s surname but she gave me Tullius. That’s cool. I’ve got a demon surname.” ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ “Very much so.” ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ “Of course. Life’s not ever boring when you're best friend is the daughter of a demon. Uncle Asmodeum is a riot -- though, I’m not sure he likes me too much.” ► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭ “Nope. Not a bit.” ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ “Um -- that’s awkward. My mom died when I was a baby and my dad wasn’t even in the picture before I was born.”

☞ NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭ New York City, New York ► HAIR COLOR ➭ Golden, blond ►EYE COLOR➭ Baby blue ► BIRTHDAY DAY PARKER FOUND HIM ➭ June 6th ► MOOD ➭ A very happy, playful, mischievous boy ► GENDER ➭ Male ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ Summer ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ Morning

☞ EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ “That’s on a need to know basis. And no one needs to know.~” ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ “Not for me but if it works for you, then go for it.” ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ “My ex. When she moved away, we agreed to split but keep in touch.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ “I try not to, but I’m sure I have. Not intentionally, though!” ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ “No way! Commitment is a lame thing to be afraid of. Now praying mantis, those things are something to be afraid of.” ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ "Totally. I just hugged Parker before she went back home and I hug all the foster home kids too.” ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ “Not that I know of. They must’ve keet that secret locked up.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ “For sure. I do it all the time.”

☞ SIX CHOICES!

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ “Lust. Comparing the two of them makes Lust sound like some big taboo.” ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ “Lemonade.” ► CATS OR DOGS ➭ “Both.” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ “I’m good with the best friend I have. I don’t mind having a lot of regular friends on top of that, though.” ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN➭ “Wild night out and then a romantic night in.” ► DAY OR NIGHT ➭ “Day.”

☞ FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS!

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ "Yep. The nurses at the Foster Home are crazy fast. Kudos to them. I was not ready for that at all. I thought I was home free.” ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “Down, never up.” ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ “I would have liked to meet my mom or ask my dad why he never stuck around.” ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭ “Sometimes when I take a bad fall off my skateboard.”

☞  FIVE PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ “Smile.” ► FAT OR SKINNY ➭ “How about: body positivity and confidence? Why does that even matter??” ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “Either, or.” ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ “Intelligence.” ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ “Hookups. They’re more laid back.”

☞ FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ “Uncle Asmodeum seems a little tense around me, but I like to think we get along.” ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “I’d say I have a pretty good life. Growing up beside Parker has been the best. I could definitely do without all the demon bodyguards and imps around her, though.” ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ "Never had a reason to. The Foster Home is great.” ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “For a day, yeah. The nurses kick me out to do a lot of cleaning and sometimes for surprise parties on my birthday.”

☞ FRIENDS!

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ “If I hated them, I wouldn’t call them a friend, now would I?” ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ “Some of them. Mostly just aquaintances, though.” ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ “Parker Thompson.” ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “Parker. We grew up together.”

[brutal-nemesis]

While dissecting your blog you mentioned minerals related to the elements. Teach me rock shit, Nemi! I'm here for it, and all other lore dumps

HECK YEA THE ROCK SHIT

I've explained it all in this post here, fair warning for a lot of silicate mineralogy jargon lol

As for other lore...the only new thing I've got right now are some picrews for some of the great elder demons. I made them for lust, pride, and wrath, since those 3 are the humanoid ones.

The first one is Asmodeum, the lust demon (made here). They can change their appearance to match the preferences of the person they're trying to feed off of, but that's what they look like by default.

Middle is Selius, the pride demon (made here). He's a sophisticated fuck.

And at the end is Kidalvus, the wrath demon (made here). Her skin is supposed to be like black black but hey.

[human-monodam]

“Got it. Thank you, Rili.” *He rubs Riliane’s head. He heads back into Sater’s room and holds up one of the mirrors to him.* “Asmodeum.”

One morning, Monokuma got a... very noisy visit. Oh God. There are so many people at his door! They're screaming things like "NO, THIS IS MINE!" and "HE DOESN'T NEED YOU!" at each other. They look like Sayaka, Chihiro, Komaru, Dahlia, Iris, Kanade, Hibiki, Emma, Sora, Yoruko, Himiko, Yandere Kokichi, Tsumugi, Neko Shuichi, Natsumi, Vampire Maki, and Ruruka! Odd how out of all these people, only one of them isn't human in the sense that she possesses magic... Huh... In the distance, Vampire Kokichi and Vampire Tenko seem to be watching the scene with Hiyoko Saionji and Mikan Tsumiki, respectively. Do you let them in?

- @ask-sayaka-maizono @sweet-programmer @voices-will-fade @ask-the-hawthorne-twins @ask-the-otonokoji-twins @hopeless-protagonist @devilish-melody (I'm using this for Himiko, since post Himiko still can't leave Hope's Peak), @the-plainest-of-janes @catty-chaos @the-real-natsumi-kuzuryuu @ask-ruruka-ando @lovesick-lying @bloodstains-and-bloodsuckers

*Monokuma, tired and groggy with a hint of alertness, carefully opens the door.*

"Ugh....Guys, what's the big idea? Do any of you have any idea what time it is? I had a all nighter last night at Future Foundation and I'm exhausted." @ask-sayaka-maizono

[jamlyjar]

God bless my small, vexed son

Mine Druid Cordelia Murphy and @jamlyjar ‘s boi Ichabod!