#castle wing poll

[mewmewgirl101]

I think he would love when meg would feel his wings but put up with her playing with them like she’s flapping his wings and pulling them up and down and watch the other do that same then ask are you done she’d be like no

What sam should have said to castiel.

When cass was being a mr grumpy pants

[best-childhood-book]

Welcome to the Bracket of Childhood Books!

Hello! Welcome to the Best Childhood Book bracket, reminiscent of many going around on Tumblr right now, that will decide what this userbase thinks is the best childhood book.

Since we need some clarification, the definition of childhood book in this competition is as follows: a book people read in childhood that must be for a YA age group or younger and has chapters. I developed this definition to keep it as open as possible while making sure picture and adult books were excluded. There are a lot of books that skirt the line between middle grade and young adult, so I figured it best to play it safe and include all YA books, especially for those of us who read at a much higher level. There is a difference between “children’s” book and “childhood” book. ANY book that met those requirements could be submitted, as I am striving to keep my personal opinion out of this competition for the most part. This definition will not change for the foreseeable future.

This masterpost will be updated with links to all the polls regularly, and each poll will last 7 days. If you vote, reblog if you can so more people can vote, and feel free to campaign for your personal favorite if you want!

SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED FOR CHILDHOOD BOOKS (320/320)

SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED FOR CHILDHOOD WORLDS (192/192)

SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED FOR FANTASY BOOKS (320/320)

Please submit with the name of the book and the author. Check the lists to see if anything has been submitted before trying yourself. If a book is part of a series, it will be listed under the series name (i.e. The Lightning Thief > Percy Jackson and the Olympians or The Golden Compass > His Dark Materials). You can find the current list of childhood books here. A world will be listed with its series, and you can find the current list of worlds here. You can find the current list of fantasy books here.

Poll links and rules under the cut

Help decide parameters for submissions with some fringe cases: recently published YA, adult books lots of children/teens read, retelling worlds

First Competition (here)

Second Competition (here)

Third Competition (here)

Fourth Competition (here)

BCW First Competition (here)

Rules/Guidelines

Submissions for Childhood Books

Must be a middle grade or young adult book

Must have chapters

Must be able to be found on Goodreads

Submissions for Childhood Worlds

Must be the setting of a middle grade or young adult book.

Must be either a whole other world (i.e. Narnia, Panem), a setting largely separate from our own world (i.e. Hogwarts, Camp Half-Blood), or a specific setting within our own world that is invented for the purpose of that book (i.e. 221B Baker Street, Ferryport Landing)

Main characters have to have visited this place

Cannot be somewhere that already exists in our world outside that book

Submissions for Fantasy Books

Must be listed as 'fantasy' or some fantasy subgenre within the first three genres on Goodreads or Storygraph

Must be able to be found on Goodreads

Must have chapters but can otherwise be for any age range

Polls

Be respectful (no hate, no harassment, I will block you)

I'm totally okay with spam reblogs; if you want to subject your followers to seventeen copies of a poll, you do you

If you're trying to get my attention about something, @ me or submit an ask, there's no guarantee I'll see all the reblogs

Propaganda

Submit it to me as an ask; I won't be reblogging personal posts or reblogs of the polls

Promote the book you're supporting; it's okay to poke fun at the other books, but please don't attack them or the authors

Only ONE (1) propaganda post per user per book. I really don't want to clog people's dashes with sixty posts about voting for a single book

Asks

Be respectful, not just to me but to all the people who will end up seeing that ask when I post it

If you're asking about a poll or a rule or anything else, please check and see if it's in this post or elsewhere

Try to keep things focused on the competition/books

Competition Hall of Fame

First Competition: Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan

Second Competition: Animorphs by K. A. Applegate

Third Competition: Lockwood & Co. by Jonathan Stroud

Fourth Competition: The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien

[wingshowdown]

ROUND ONE

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 [𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫] - 𝐂.𝐒 ♡

My Everything

【Synopsis】 : Rain was pouring, and your heart was aching. You didn't care what the villagers nor that priest thought about him. You loved him, and you were going to prove it.

『Word count』 : 2.14k

-> Genre: Smut. Fantasy. Demon Au

Paring: Gargoyle!San x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Public sex [in a garden] sex in the rain. Oral [both receiving] fingering, clit play. Cum play-ish. Making out. Swearing. Pet names. Fake names. Demonic and religious concepts. Dirty talk. Cemie pie. Squirting.

Note : The long awaited demon San is here. I'll be honest I was so busy i didn't get time to write this fic, and when Kinktober rolled around, i thought it was what better time than now. So thank you, everyone from this poll for everyone picking San for this concept.

This story is my own flare of the original creators' webcomic. So the lore, characters, and other story design have been tweaked and changed to fit what i wanted to write. Make sure to check out the original author of this wild story.

I want to thank the original creator of this amazing universe and beautiful character's, @ilustrariane . Please check out their work! It's to die for. You can get there full 18+ E-book and its argh my happy place. ♡♡♡

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You ran faster than your legs could carry you, nearly slipping over even bend and turn you took. The pouring rain had soaked your tunic and all of your undergarments. Your shoes were also squelching with every stomp your feet did. You were in a panic, frantically praying that he would be alright. The priest of your village warned you―more like threatened you―about involving yourself with the devil as he put it. ‘Those beasts are not to be trusted. They are demons in disguise. Filth. Inhuman.’

You obviously ignored the old man, having no time with such lies. That beast was the most kindest creature you know. He was more caring than any human you've ever met. He understood you, heard you, got to know you. Everyone in the village only looked at you as the witch's daughter, the spawn of the devil herself. You were nothing and the only way to be something was to submit. Be one with god, marry the priest and prove you were devoted to the lord.

“Sun! Sun where are you!!” You called in the blistering winds, repeating the fake name he gave you when you first met. You see, he was in fact a demon, just like the priest had screamed at you, but he was more. He was a gargoyle, one of Lilith's children, trapped, bound to the ruined castle just beyond the village. One of the priests from the before had managed to get his real name and trap him with a blood curse, locking him to only do the bidding of the said man. But now that Sun was alone, he had no way to break the curse, living the rest of the days in the place he called home, imprisoned by sunlight. You had climbed stairs and rock structures to get up to one of the garden points in the castle, seeing where your lover usually lays, under a concrete arch, empty and bare. Where was he?

You called again but this time your voice got caught in your throat as a giant rumble crashed down to the earth's core. Sun’s wings were spread wide, having landed only mere meters from you. His huge form was hunched over, his palms spread out on the wet pavement. He had tears in his cold eyes. “I told you to never come back! Why do you not listen.” his voice bellowed around you into the forestry beyond, having enough power to shake the trees.

“I can’t leave you Sun. Please.” Your tears were covered by the heavy rain pour, your hair sticking to your red puffy face. You couldn’t just forget about him, not now that he had tainted you. He was yours and you, his. And you were going to fight for it, until your last breath.”Look at me!”

Your yelp got the demon's attention, making him stand at all his height. His fanged mouth growled, annoyed but also riddled with guilt. He would never thought the night he had with you was a mistake. Frankly, it was one, if not the best moment in his lifetime. But he needed to keep his distance from you. He needed you safe. Protected, alive. And he was something that was unable to do so. He was filth. A demon. You are this light. Innocent human. He shouldn’t, he can’t be the one that taints such a delicate flower. “Darling, please. I… I can’t.”

You stomped over to his form pushing on his strong broad chest. He fell with little effort landing on the wet concrete, soaking the fabric that wrapped around his waist. He could have held his ground not letting you move his large body with such ease, but he didn’t want to. He needed you close no matter how hard his mind was fighting him. You wasting no time in locking your lips against his. If talking wasn’t going to work then you were going to show him that he was meant for you. You needed him like the air you breathe and he wasn’t about to make the choice to die and leave you alone on this earth without you trying your best to stop him.

“Don’t leave me.” You whispered against his lips, feeling his long demonic tongue slip into your mouth. You moaned climbing the creature so your legs dangled over each of his crossed thighs. His hand, the same width as your waist, held tightly on your hip while the other cupped your face, holding you firmly in place. His tongue abused your own for a moment, basking in the rain now only lightly pouring. His nose brushed against yours, lips moving from yours, to your jaw, and then to your collarbone.

“I’ll never leave you my flower. I promise. I’m sorry.” His voice was raw, filled with pain and sorrow. He would never want you to fear such a thing but in toe, had made the fear brew from his outburst. You slide down off his lap falling in between his thighs. Your fingers quickly fumble with his cloth before tugging his growing cock free. The cold rain pouring down made the demon hiss, but your warm hands made his mind spin. Your fingers could barely wrap around the almost hardened cock. Now looking at him probably you now wonder how it even fitted in you in the first place. Your mouth took his tip, jaw aching at the sheer size of him. but you bushed forwards sucking on him making him groan, dipping his head backwards. Your mouth felt amazing even if you couldn’t take him whole. Your whimpers and gags vibrated on his cock in the perfect way and your harsh grip was sending him over the edge. “fuck, if you keep going I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

His growl went straight to your pussy, making you try and take more of him in your mouth, letting saliva drip down your chin, soaking his cock along with his precum. You used one hand to continue stroking him while you used another to slip under your soaked dress, pressing your fingers firmly on your clit. Your moans were the perfect missing piece to send him over the edge, emptying his hot seed down your throat. “Fuck!!” his hand that held your face snaked and tighten in your hair, holding your still as he jerked his hips slightly. You pulled away making some of his juices squirt out on your face.

God, was it a sight to see.

Your wide eyes looking at him with nothing but devotion while covered in his cum.  How did he ever get so lucky finding you in such a cruel dark world? He sat up quickly, ripping all the fabric on your body, throwing the drenched tattered material somewhere across the garden. His huge hands gripped our thighs tugging you up until you sat on his chest, feeling some of your juices leak out onto his scarred body. You felt embarrassed, but your lover couldn’t think about anything in that moment other than having your pussy over his face. So with his insane strength, he lauds you forward, letting your cunt meet his lips. He pushed you down light so your body could lay on top of his while on your back. Tilting your face to the right you see his hardening cock twitch. His long demonic tongue licked a strip up your slit making your whole body visibly shivers. Your nails digging into his hips trying to hold onto any part of his giant frame. “Ffffucckk please!”

His tongue enters you, fucking you slowly as one of his hands lays flat on your tummy pushing pressure onto your body and making your toes curl. His other hand that still gripped tightly on your inner thigh opens slightly so his large thumb could reach your clit, pressing harshly on your nub. He could eat you for hours and never get tired of the way your body moves, the way it responds to every touch he gives or the way you moan and whimper his name over and over again. It was like an angel singing. Elegant, perfect and pure

“Hmm come.” His voice was almost not audible as he kept eating you like a starved beast making the vibrations hit just the right spot to send you reeling over the edge. He gave you no time to relax after your high though as your demonic lover picked you up with no effort at all and bend you over the concrete statue seat that he would sit at for centuries waiting for freedom. All your clothing had been ripped and torn away at this point leaving you completely baring in the cold dark night. The rain had not stopped but only got lighter for a moment before pouring some more. You would surely get sick after this encounter if you were not to leave at this moment. But neither of you made an effort to find shelter or privacy. No, he needed you now just as much as you to him. “Deep breaths Darling.”

His deep grumble was almost lost under the loud blanket of rain echoing in the night. But luckily you hear him, taking a deep breath, steadying yourself on the rock. The tip of his cock rubbed against your soaked folds, before inching in slowly. The burn was pleasurable but still painful. But you couldn’t care at this moment. Another inch went in and the demon had to pace himself, screaming over and over in his mind not to just snap his hips, making you take his cock in one quick swoop. No, he needed patience, even though he was no patient creature. But he managed to find some, only for you. Once he was able to completely bottoming you out. You were both a panting and moaning mess. Your whines didn’t stop as he started to buck his hips in and out. In and out. Testing the waters, seeing what you could handle. And once he saw a green light, his grip on your hips tightened as he began to ruthlessly fuck you against the rough concrete.

Your screams caught the breeze, shattering through the heavy sound of rain. He had turned you around in one single movement need to to feel your body close to his. Your legs couldn’t even wrap fully around your lovers huge waist as he continued fuck you hard and quick.

“Fuck Darling. You feel so good. So tight. Taking my monster cock in such a small body. Good girl.” he snapped his hips with every word. “My. Good. Girl.”

It didn’t take you long for your band in your tummy to tighten. You were so close to the edge and you needed just a little extra. Just a little more. And The demon seemed to read your body like his favourite book, pinching your clit with his large fingers you whaled his name squirting all over his cock. “PLease fuck argh. Your cock is so good. Fuckkk.”

He growled like an animal, latching his sharp teeth on your soft shoulder, wrapping his muscular arms around your tiny human frame. He picked you up, fucking upwards in a new angle. Your body was like a rag doll, letting him fuck you in any position he seemed fit.  His wings caged you, almost like he was protecting you while he also ruining you.

For a beast that seemed to only want to fuck, he cared so much about you. Without him ever saying it, he knew you were the love of his life and he was willing to die for you. Heck, he had already killed for you. And he could kill again if you asked. No matter what the code says about demons hurting humans. He would gladly serve an eternal sentence if it means hurting the ones who hurt you first.

“I’m gonna cum in this ruined cunt of you. Hmm, baby. You gonna take this demon seed?”

“Yes, yes. Please. Give it to me.” and with your soft submissive cries he came deep in your cunt. Filling your full. His come mixed with yours, spilling down his legs, before washing away on the wet floor. His cock slipped out of you but he did not let you down. No, he opened his wings and took off towards the castle without another world. He held you tightly as you watched the garden where he had just defiled you disappear into your view. He was taking you back to his den. The home he had to made for himself. Away from any human or beast's eye.

Were he could tend to you and make sure you were okay and possibly―Most definitely―fuck you some more.

-♥︎

[analog-kidd]

If Fire Emblem Had Tumblr Part 2

(part 1)

🪙annablr-staff ☑️

Introducing New Features!

Keep reading

🔪v-a-n-t-a-g-e Follow

WTF ARE THESE NEW FEATURES????

ARE YOU TRYING TO SCAM US????

😈fallenwyvern Follow

this is annablr ofc theyre gonna try and scam us

#smh new users bitching abt annablr are so annoying #yeah no shit its a scam

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💜mlm-sewer-assassin Follow

Gods why are the men from Tellius so hot!?!

Like look

ugggggggggghhhhhhhlsslcdk;nakc king cainegusdisisudapdaso sooo hottttt 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

🦁the-real-king-of-beasts☑️ Follow

I'll take that as a complement haha

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🐴cantocantocantocanter Follow

*Edit* I know on other continents archers can promote to other things but I was thinking about Ylisse, Elyos, and Magvel when making this poll

💘no-i-wont-shut-up Follow

in valentia and fodlan snipers promote into bow knights 😎

🏰armored-general Follow

CAN MOUNTED UNITS SHUT UP ABOUT BEING "THE BEST CLASS"!!!!

NO YOUR NOT!!!!

🪶lighterthanafeather Follow

Youre just jealous that we have a bigger movement range

🏰armored-general Follow

NO IM NOT!

and whats that mov gonna do when you get one rounded by a lvl 6 fighter cause your winged donkey falls apart by a light breeze

🪶lighterthanafeather Follow

Sorry! Can't hear you with that 4 mov!

#armors stop being slow challenge (impossible)

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🔫tastemyfeglock Follow

Ugh,, can breidablik STOp summoning fredrick???

I already summoned like 7 of him today!!!

🪨pickagodandprey Follow

what??????? who's breidablik??? why am I being summoned??? I am right here next to my lord in his castle, I'm confused???????

🔫tastemyfeglock Follow

GO AWAY!!! YOURE USELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!

🪨pickagodandprey Follow

Excuse me?? I don't even know you!

🪚sidecharater121 Follow

Hey look! A Fredrick that hasn't been summoned yet

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⚜️youngknightnight Follow

Sorry guys for being inactive for so long,,

I was having family issues,,

basically I'm a sword knight about to promote and I wanna be able to use bow upon promotion but my fucking parents keep insisting on axes but I don't wanna use axes!

They keep saying that "axes are sooooo much better than bows" "we encounter so many lance users, why don't you want that advantage?" or "bows only works at two range, why do you want to be defenseless at one range?" bro stfu let me live! I just wanna use bows OKAY?!

Sorry everyone its just been a lot.

#elitists dni #or I will cut you

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🌠thracianstar Follow

found this weird looking lance an enemy dropped while on my trip in Fodlan.

Gonna try an use it in the next battle!

🎏h-o-l-l-o-w-v-e-s-s-a-l Follow

uhhhh op? I don't recommend using that lance unless you have a crest but your post implies you're not from Fodlan soo uh

don't fucking use it if you wanna live

🐟fishphish Follow

op? op are you there? OP??

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OP?!?!? OP!!!!!!!!!????? ANSWER US OP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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🥩singingnmeat Follow

this is the best thing in the world on divine dragon

❤️️crimsonrider Follow

#this is something my wyvern would say if he could talk #anyways #back to hating on my brother

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💚blueplusyellowunit Follow

I found this blueish-white wyvern near Crimea but it wouldn't let me ride it!

It started to thrash around, I had to stop when it started breathing fire

ik you just can't tame a wild wyvern without a lot of time, but the wyvern looked so pretty😭😭😭😭

💭dragon-ggilf Follow

WAIT WAS THAT YOU WHO TRIED TO RIDE ME?!?!?

YOU ALMOST RIPPED OUT ONE OF MY HORNS WHILE TRYING MOUNT ME!!!!

ASSHOLE!!!!

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OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOURE NOT A WYVERN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I tried to use his lance but my rank was D

😉sranks Follow

easy website

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gonna use the devil axe,

wish me luck!

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I'm liking my odds!!

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cleic

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👺foxythings Follow

Swords are the worst weapon type in my kitsune opinion

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kys

#you dont even use weapons wtf #how tf should you know

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[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: junhui + castle

vote for this fic in the poll!

alternative title: you are my kingdom

pairing: crown prince!junhui x royalty!gn!reader

genre: historical royalty au, arranged marriage, strangers to lovers

word count: 1167

warnings: none

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The wind whistles through the castle, seeping in through under the heavy wooden doors, in through the windows that aren't quite sealed enough to keep away the small squeals of air. You hold your breath, trying to not make a sound, curling up even tighter in your spot in the wardrobe. 

"Y/N?" A voice singsongs, and you stiffen at the sound of footsteps echoing on the stone floor outside of the room. "Where are you?"

The door to the room you're in creaks open, and you try to pretend that you're not there.

It doesn't work, though, because not even two seconds later, the wardrobe door swings open and a man grins down at you, dark eyes glittering. 

"Aha! I found you!" Junhui declares, bright and happy, and you groan. He offers out a hand to help you to your feet, and you accept it, brushing off your clothes as you step out of the wardrobe. "Why are you even hiding in these rooms, anyway? You're never gonna need to come to the visitor's wing."

"Hey. We're playing hide and seek for me, you know. Because I don't know the layout if your castle. You never gave me boundaries!" you point out as Junhui leads you out of the room. "I wouldn't have known the boundaries, anyway. Because again. I don't know the layout of your castle."

Junhui laughs. "That's true. Well, anyway, now you know. These are the visitor wings, where we place the visiting royals or Lords who are coming to make relations with the King."

"Your father," you correct. 

"The King," Junhui says again, smiling. "They don't come say hi to my father just because he's my dad, do they? They come because he's the King."

You shrug. "Fair enough."

"Do you wanna play another round of hide and seek?" Junhui asks. "We have some time before some duties we need to carry out. And then Father wants us to eat with him for dinner."

"Yes! Let's play another round!" you say, clasping your hands together. "I think I almost have down the important parts of the castle."

Junhui grins, and takes your hand. "Okay, let's go back outside! I'll count to one hundred again."

As Junhui drags you through his castle, laughing as you stumble over uneven cobblestones and barrel past surprised servants, you can't help but marvel at how different he is from any other Crown Prince you've ever met. 

You can't help but marvel at how you're married to him. 

It hadn't been a love marriage, but rather an arranged one, as most marriages between kingdoms' royal children were. You had little say in who you were going to marry, and Crown Prince Junhui had been chosen for you purely because your father had wanted to maintain peace with a newly emerged kingdom that showed potential to one day be powerful. 

You were a pawn in the grand scheme of petty politics, to say the least. And you had hated it. 

You had done your utmost to sabotage the engagement, refused all of Junhui's courting gifts, fiercely denied meeting him right up until the day of your marriage, insisting that if your freedom to choose who you were going to marry was being taken from you, then you were going to fight for every other little bit of freedom that you could. 

The marriage had been a whistlestop affair, feeling more like a treaty signing with mildly more fanfare than the wedding it was meant to be, and that had infuriated you even more. 

You'd vowed to despise Prince Junhui and his kingdom forever, especially when you'd been whisked away from your home to go live in his castle with him. 

That is, until the day you walked in on Junhui in tears. 

It had been an accident, with you still unaware of the castle layout having only been there a week, and your maidservant was little help, a snooty young lady who seemed to despise the fact that their "attractive young prince was marrying a person who could hold no candle to his beauty". 

You were trying to search for the stables and had gotten hopelessly lost, wandering around the edges of the castle until you accidentally stumbled upon Junhui, hidden in the long grass in a dip in the stones where a turret met the straight walls, wiping his eyes. 

It had startled you, to see him look so sad and lost, and in that moment it struck you that Junhui was in the same position as you, that he was stuck in a loveless marriage just like you, and here you were, snapping at him and avoiding him and being utterly horrible when his life surely wasn't looking any nicer than yours. 

Silently, so as not to be noticed, you had stepped backwards and left him alone. And three days later, you sought him out in his chambers, hand outstretched and tentative smile on your face, asking for a truce. 

And that leads you to where you are now, many months later. Running through the castle. Playing hide and seek to help you understand the layout of how your new home works. 

"Your Highnesses!" the Head Knight yelps, practically throwing himself into the wall as the Crown Prince runs past, with you in tow. "Please be careful!"

"Sorry, Cheol!" Junhui yells back. "You're getting slow in your old age, though!" he adds, and you laugh. 

There's something so youthfully beautiful about Junhui's face when he smiles like that, you think, as he rounds the corner and throws open the doors that lead outside into the courtyard. 

He's so beautiful. 

"Oh my God," you gasp, leaning against the wall, panting. "I think I'm getting slow in my old age."

Junhui laughs again, dark eyes twinkling. "Nonsense. You're young and fit and beautiful, nothing at all like the old hag that is Seungcheol."

You stifle a grin, trying not to focus on how his words make your heart thump oddly in your chest. "Sure, sure. I bet he could still run you through in the blink of an eye, though."

"Oh, definitely," Junhui says instantly, and you laugh at the promptness of his answer. "But our Court Physician? Wow, Jeonghan is even more of a hag, I swear. He never leaves his room."

You tilt your head. "Jeonghan?"

Junhui's eyes widen. "I haven't taken you to meet Jeonghan, have I? Don't worry, we'll do that first thing tomorrow."

It makes your heart warm, really, the amount of effort Junhui is putting in to make you feel comfortable in his kingdom. Ever since that incident those several months ago, he's been the one friendly face you've found comfort in within this new place. He's been your friend. 

But as he beams at you before turning to face the wall, rambling on about how's he's going to count to 100 really slowly to allow you to choose the best hiding spot ever in this castle, a realisation hits you in the chest so hard that your eyes widen. 

Oh, no. 

"Junhui."

Junhui turns around, his face open, and he looks so beautiful that your heart thumps even harder and you're blurting out what you're thinking without even stopping to reconsider. 

"I think I'm in love with you."

[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

Could Eddie Brock, Hannibal lector or Hob Gadling survive? Hob is immortal but that might make him a limitless source of blood. It's possible that he might start talking about another 'vampire' he knows only for Dracula to realise it's Morpheus and freak out.

In the words of the Fresh Prince if Bel-Air upon waking into a dreamlike state on the couch in the forbidden wing of Castle Dracula: "ladies, ladies, please - one at a time!"

(@oneiriad you submitted this whikeI was writing this great timing)

So... Hob Gadling since you talked him up a bit. I don't really go here but he seems like a chill sort of dude. Is his brand of immortality the "doesn't die" or "can't be killed" sort? Like, how inconvenienced would he be by someone cutting off his head kinda thing? Dracula's a hunter not a farmer - how long can Hob maintain his interest? If he rolls with the punches does Dracula get bored or does he treat it as a challenge?

There is an ongoing motif in Dracula of sleep and dreams - what exactly is the relationship between the Vampire and the Sandman? Macbeth doth murder sleep - but Dracula defiles it. Dracula explicitly warns Jonathan about two things in the Castle: blood, with the shaving incident - and dreams...

So, tumblr, you tell me:

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

Behold, a bracket!

Text form below the cut because trying to copy all the 256 into the alt text sounded.... horrifying. Warning for 128 matchups, seriously, this list is long, and so I've avoided adding the artists until the polls.

a note: the pinned post has started misbehaving, so only open polls will be directly linked. closed polls instead have the results page linked in the set header, all the polls are linked from there

Set 1

The Lament for Icarus (Miao He) vs The Lament for Icarus (Herbert Draper)

The angel came to me in a fever hallucination, perched upon my bed as I returned from the bathroom. vs Sweet Brown Snail

Figures vs A Philosopher Lecturing on the Orrery

Happy Shoppers vs Hubble Deep Field

Lovers Painting vs Bath Curtain

Dr. Helen Taussig vs Une Martyre

Orangoutang étranglant un sauvage de Bornéo (Orangutan strangling a Borneo savage) vs Can’t Help Myself

Rape vs Technicolor Hiroshima

Set 2

A Walk at Dusk vs Based on “Autoportrait with the Model” by Maria-Rayevska Ivanova

Diary Page vs Les Jours Gigantesques (The Titanic Days)

Dead of Night vs You Won't

Christina's World vs Bobby

Untitled (I’m Turning Into A Specter Before Your Very Eyes And I’m Going To Haunt You) vs Two Sisters (On the Terrace)

Sharecropper vs Lustmord

The Parca and the Angel of Death vs Untitled (Zdzisław Beksiński)

Stress vs The Fallen Angel

Set 3

Device to Root Out Evil vs Travelling Light

Diana vs Fifty Days at Iliam: The Fire that Consumes All before It

The Plains, from Memory vs Exotic Bodies

Doubting Thomas vs Self-Portrait in the Bathroom Mirror

Empty Nest vs Somebody Fell From Aloft

Anguish vs If I Died

Cat in Obsolete Bath vs You're Not Boring Anymore

Salvator Mundi (Savior of the World) vs Untitled (billboard of an empty unmade bed)

Set 4

There Will Be No Miracles Here vs Symphony of the Sixth Blast Furnace

Fox Hunt vs Tarpaulin

Khajuraho Group of Monuments vs Ranakpur Jain Temple

ปราสาทสัจธรรม (The Sanctuary of Truth) vs Grande Panorama de Lisboa

Heroic Head of Pierre de Wissant, One of the Burghers of Calais vs The Weather

The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit vs If this is art

Statue of Vincent and Theo van Gogh vs Jeanne d’Arc écoutant les voix (Joan of Arc listening to the Voices)

Fountain vs Judith Slaying Holofernes

Set 5

Cueva de las Manos (Cave of Hands) vs Cave of El Castillo

Chauvet Cave Bear vs Uffington White Horse

Laocoön and His Sons vs Winged Victory of Samothrace

Crouching Aphrodite vs Statue of Taweret

Guardian Figure vs Kūya-Shonin (Saint Kuya)

Ancient Greek doll vs Arena #7 (Bears)

Enbu (炎舞) (Dancing in the Flames) vs Yearning Shadows

Belfast to Byzantium vs Freedom

Set 6

The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayan vs Portraits

The Blood Mirror vs Nighthawks

Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate vs "Untitled" (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)

Lady Agnew of Lochnaw vs Forgotten Dreams

Saint Bride vs Pixeles (a group of 9 works)

War Pieta vs The Sunset

The Handmaidens of Sivawara Preparing the Sacred Bull at Tanjore for a Festival vs Ajax and Cassandra

Nāve (Death) vs Abstraction

Set 7

Yes vs Meeting on the Turret Stair

Hacked to Death II vs Stańczyk

Closeness Lines Over Time vs Voice of Fire

The Maple Trees at Mama, the Tekona Shrine and Tsugihashi Bridge vs Portrait of Sir Thomas More

Survival Series: In a Dream You Saw a Way vs Takiyasha the Witch and the Skeleton Spectre

Death blowing bubbles vs The Kitchen Table Series

Painting 1946 vs In the Grip of Winter

Untitled (Black and Gray) vs NAMES Project AIDS Memorial Quilt

Set 8

Blue Plate Special vs Red Cedar

Palace of Fine Arts vs Mosque–Cathedral of Córdoba

Le Château des Pyrénées (The Castle of the Pyrenees) vs Susanna and the Elders, Restored - X-Ray

Moby Dick vs Viva la Vida, Watermelons

Venus Envy Chapter One (Of the First Holy Communion Moments Before the End) vs how to look at art

St. Sebastian vs Untitled #12

Carroña vs The invincible one

Untitled (Two Dogs) vs The Dog

SECOND HALF

Set 9

David (Donatello) vs David (Michelangelo)

The Other Side vs The Temptation of St. Jerome

Seated Woman with Bent Knees vs Starry Night

Headdress - Shadae vs Untitled for the Image Flow's Queer Conscience exhibit

Woman with Dead Child (Frau mit totem Kind) vs Les Amants (The Lovers)

Siroče na majčinom grobu (Orphan on Mother's Grave) vs You Make My World a Better Place to Find

Fighting Against SARS Memorial Architectural Scene (弘揚抗疫精神建築景觀) vs Fallingwater

Resting vs The Hull

Set 10

Olive Trees vs Worship

Glow vs Wheatfield with Crows

Study after Velázquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X vs Untitled (He Plays Very Badly)

D.I.Y. by John Wiswell vs The Tragedy

Judith and the Head of Holofernes vs Beethovenfries (Beethoven Frieze)

The Memory of Me (How Could I Forget) vs oh god i had a really big epiphany about love and personhood but i’m too drunk for words

I am happy because everyone loves me vs 瀕危形態 (Endangered Forms)

Three Scaffolders vs Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan

Set 11

San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk vs Water-Lilies, Reflection of a Weeping Willow

The Grief of the Pasha vs Monolith in Vigeland Sculpture Park

Passion vs Space Diner

Hamlet and Ophelia vs Two Earthlings

Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth vs Seer Bonnets

Photograph from "SNAP OSAKA" Collection vs Clytemnestra after the Murder

“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) vs The Lovers (TIE)

Kedai Ubat Jenun vs Orange Store Front

Set 12

The Apotheosis of War vs Portrait of the Dancer Aleksandr Sakharov

Julie Manet vs Mouth

The Icebergs vs Kaleidoscope Cats III

Maman vs Caza Nocturna (Night Hunt)

The Book of Kells Folio 188r: Luke carpet page vs Ardagh Chalice

Yusuf and Zulaikha vs Dome of the Rock mosaics

Rowan Leaves and Hole vs Untitled (prisonhannibal)

Le Désespéré (The Desperate Man) vs The Dedication

Set 13

Deimos vs Dog and Bridge

The Mocking of Christ vs Prudence

The Broken Column vs Siberian Ice Maiden shoulder tattoo

Transi de René de Chalon (Cadaver Tomb of René of Chalon) vs Head of Christ

The Day vs Spirit of Haida Gwaii

Eleanor Boathouse at Park 571 vs Jatiya Sangsad Bhaban জাতীয় সংসদ ভবন (National Parliament House)

Juventud de Baco (Bacchus Youth) vs Barges on the Seine

Oath of the Horattii closeup vs Visit hos Excentrisk Dam (Visit to an eccentric lady)

Set 14

Christ Crucified (With Donor) vs St. Francis

Thunder Raining Poison vs Piazza d'Italia

The Grove vs Among the Waves

Pintura Mural de Alarcón vs Sagrada Família stained-glass windows

Noonday Heat vs La Dame à la licorne (The Lady and The Unicorn)

Matroser i Gröna Lund (Sailors in Gröna Lund) vs Gielda Plakatu

Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks vs The Garden of Earthly Delights

Kuoleman puutarha (The Garden of Death) vs Haavoittunut enkeli (The Wounded Angel)

Set 15

i've wasted a lifetime pretending to be me vs da oracle

minus #37 vs Panel from Fun Home

Excerpt from illustrated edition of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner vs La Mort de Marat (The Death of Marat)

The Veil vs Düsseldorf 4 (Museum Kunst Palast)

Capriccio vs Zodiac calendar for La Plume

The official imperial portrait of empress dowager Cixi vs José y Maria

Blooming Lilacs vs Lágrimas De Sangre (Tears of Blood)

An Interlude vs Boy Staring at an Apparition

Set 16

Mermer Waiskeder: Stories of the Moving Tide vs The Gran Hotel Ciudad de México Art Nouveau interior

Unfinished Painting vs To Arms!

Memorial to a Marriage vs The Island

Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn vs A Few Small Nips

Saturn Devouring His Son vs Guernica

Fairy Princesses vs Lamentation over the Dead Christ

Mummy with An Inserted Panel Portrait of a Youth vs Little Girl Looking Downstairs at Christmas Party

Agnus vs The Cup Of His Murders Is Flowing Over And In His Coat Shall Be Many Curses

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

An Innocent Mistake 4

The winner of the poll was "MC snaps at a demon who teases Luke too much", so here we have part 4!

Next part will be "Fall asleep on Lucifer's paperwork" which came second in the poll.

Should I make another poll so you guys can pick out your favourites?

"You do love getting yourself in trouble like this, don't you, MC?" Simeon simpered, stumbling across the dragon occupying the human's usual seat in Devildom History class.

They had managed to open their textbook and were currently trying to figure out how to hold a quill with their tail, ink smudged on the corner of their mouth.

"Woah! So Solomon wasn't kidding!" Luke exclaimed, delighted at the adorableness of the little dragon that's now his desk mate. "You look so cute like this!"

MC chirped, stretching out their wings with a friendly swish of the tail. It was hard to express themselves without talking, but everyone seems to have gotten the idea so far.

"Lucifer asked if we could look after you today, since Mammon got himself detention again." Said Simeon. "That's alright with you, I hope?"

MC nodded, purring gratefully as Luke took the quill and dipped it for them, allowing them to write what needed writing.

The younger angel continued to help them get their notes under control through class, and come lunch time, MC made themselves at home on Luke's shoulders.

"I have to go and find Solomon before he gets any ideas about actually making dinner tonight. Will you two be okay on your own?" Simeon's smile didn't faulter as he spoke, despite his slight concern.

He thought he'd given up on worrying about MC, the human version is as dangerous as any demon as far as he's concerned, but in this form, he's not so sure.

"We're not kids you know?" Luke pouted, his cheeks flushed with happiness, probably giddy for having MC on his shoulder so happily. "We'll be in the cafeteria. Come on MC, better hurry before Beel eats everything."

The dragon yipped, ruffling their wings to settle them more comfortably against their back.

Luke started for the cafeteria, his shorter legs made his gait harder to balance on, but MC managed, curling their tail in his clothes to keep themselves steady, just in case.

"Oh! I brought something for Beel to try today, forgot it in the classroom. Do you mind if we go back?"

MC chirped, spreading their wings to fly in front of him, hoping he'd get their meaning.

The angel frowned, but then his eyes lit up. "Hey! You can fly really well. You want to go get it for me?"

The dragon nodded, hovering in place was getting easier after all the practise they got in the demon lord's castle.

"Okay! I'll wait here, there's a yellow bag next to my books, I think I left it on my desk."

With a cheerful cry, the dragon swept forward, weaving between demons seamlessly back to the classroom.

It couldn't have taken them more than five minutes, but apparently that's all it takes for a Wrath demon to get a bad idea.

MC had the small bag of cookies trapped between their teeth, balancing carefully back toward where they left Luke, when they heard the angel yell out.

"Leave me ALONE, foul demon!"

Oh no.

MC beat their wings harder, gaining height until they saw the massive, gangly demon looming over Luke, their smile twisted and mocking.

"What's the matter, little angel? Don't like being alone?"

Luke's cheeks are flushed, with rage or fear, they can't tell, and his hands are up and at his sides as if he could wilfully push the demon away. "I'm waiting for someone, you better leave me alone or you'll be sorry!"

"Waiting for who? The little human that's turned into the tiny lizard? I could eat that for breakfast, pact or no pact."

Luke huffed, ready to start yelling, when suddenly...

A growl to rival Beel's stomach, snapped the demon's attention elsewhere, just in time for a blur of scales and colour to smack him in the face, a mess of teeth and claws and angry roars.

The bag of cookies landed squarely in Luke's hands, unharmed, as MC tore into the demon's face until Luke almost felt sorry for him. They didn't back off until the demon fell over, scooting away on his backside, away from the furious dragon now poised to strike on the floor, tail swishing from side to side, hackles raised to show off blood-stained razor sharp teeth.

The demon bolted, almost bumping into Belphie who came hurriedly around the corner, having heard the noise. Everyone else had swiftly cleared out.

"Luke! MC..? What the-?!"

"Wah! MC saved meeee!"

MC's posture eased, purring sweetly at the angel as they cast a spell to clean themselves off.

Luke dropped to his knees and immediately scooped them up into his arms, squeezing them tightly to his chest.

"You're the best! The best friend ever!"

Belphie scatched his cheek, silently slipping his DDD out of his pocket to snap a picture and send it to Simeon. They'd deal with the pesky demon later, or rather, Lucifer would. For now he gets to enjoy the cuteness fest that is a tiny dragon purring in the angel's lap.

What no one would notice until they compared pictures, was that this tiny dragon...had gotten bigger.

Part 5

@rustybucketofghosts (since you asked so nicely :)

[catholic-character-tournament]

Catholic Character Tournament

Current Bracket

All polls here (tagged #cct polls)

Round 5 (16 nominees) is Wednesday July 5 12 PST

Character Submission List:

(Note, not in the order in the bracket. They were randomized for the bracket) (crossed out means dead-dead)

*707/Luciel Choi (Mystic Messenger)

*Abuela Alma Madrigal (Encanto)

*Akane Kurashiki (Zero Escape)

*Amon from (Tokyo Ghoul)

*Angel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series)

*Asia Argento (High School DxD)

Aslan from (Chronicles of Narnia)

*Aymeric de Borel (Final Fantasy 14)

*Aziraphale (Good Omens) (Disqualified) The Volturi

*Belizabeth Brassica (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Bishop Raphaniel Charlock (Dimension 20 - the Ravening War)

*Blake Langermann (Outlast 2)

*Brother Cellanus (The Completely Unerotic Adventures of Brother Cellanus)

*Caesar Zeppeli (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

*Carlos Reyes (911 Lone Star)

*Carrie White (Carrie)

*Catherine of Aragon (SIX: the Musical)

*CC (Code Geass)

*Chrollo Lucilfer (Hunter x Hunter)

*Chuck E. Cheese

*Claude Frollo(The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

*Crowley (Good Omens) (Disqualified) Vanessa Ives replacement (Penny Dreadful)

Dana Scully (the X files)

Doomguy  (Doom)

*Double (Skullgirls)

Doug Jones (The VelociPastor)

*Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

*Duo Maxwell (Gundam Wing)

*Eddie Brock (Venom)

*Emilio Santoz from The Sparrow

Enrico Pucci (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Farnese de Vandimion (Berserk)

*Father Alexander Anderson (Hellsing)

*Father Brown (Father Brown)

Father John Mulcahy (MASH)

Father Paul (Midnight Mass)

*Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Spiderman)

Firestar (Warrior Cats)

*Flayn (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

*Frank Castle (Marvel)

Friar Tuck (Robin Hood)

*Gabriel (Ultrakill)

*Galahad (The Mechanisms)

*Gerard (Unholyverse)

Gloria Maria Ramirez Delgado-Pritchett (Modern Family)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb)

*Helena Bertinlli (DC comics)

Hell boy (HellBoy)

Homura Akemi (Madoka Magica)

*Hot Pants (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Ibara Shiozaki (My Hero Academia)

*Inori Yamabuki/Cure Pine (Fresh Precure)

Jason Todd (DC Comics)

*Javert (Les Miserables)

Jean Valjean (Les Misérables)

*Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) (Fate/Grand Order)

*Jesus (Jesus Christ Superstar) 

*John "Soap" MacTavish (Call of Duty)

*John Gaius (The Locked Tomb)

*John Ward (FAITH)

*Johnathan (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

*Junk Rat (Overwatch)

*Justin Law (Soul eater)

*Kawabuchi Sentarou (Kids on the Slope)

Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

*Kirei Kotomine (Fate franchise)

Knuckes the Echidna (Sonic)

*Kristen Applebees (Dimension 20's Fantasy High)

*Kuroe (Magia Record)

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (X-Men)

*Ky Kiske (Guilty Gear)

*Kyoko Sakura (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

*Lady Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Leliana (Dragon Age)

*Leon (8:11)

*Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)

*Libra (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

*Link (The Legend of Zelda)

*Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire/The Vampire Chronicles)

*Luis Serra Navarro (Resident Evil)

Mac McDonald (It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia)

Maddie Fitzpatrick (Suite Life of Zack and Cody)

*Marcy Park (The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee)

*Mark Heathcliff (The Mandela Catalogue)

Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

*Mello (Death Note)

*Mercedes (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Michael Carpenter (Dresden Files)

*Michael Corleone (The Godfather)

Miles Morales/Spider-Man

*Nate Ford (Leverage)

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

*Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

*Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)

*Pastry Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

*Patton Sanders (Sanders Sides (Web Series))

Pope Pinion IV (Cars)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Remy LeBeau/Gambit (X-Men)

*Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

*RoboCop (RoboCop)

Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle)

*Ryker (Roleslaying With Roman)

*Saint Citrina Rocks (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sasuke (Naruto)

*SCP-166 (Just a Teenage Gaia) 

*Seeley Booth (Bones)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic)

*Shiro Fujimoto (Blue Exorcist)

Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

*Sir Keradin Deeproot (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sister Mary (The Young Pope)

Sister Michael (Derry Girls)

*Steve Rogers/Captain America (Marvel)

*Tammy Edwards (Legoland by Jacob Richmond) 

*Tatsumi Kazehaya (Ensemble Stars)

*Temenos Mistral (Octopath Traveler 2)

The Derry Girls (Derry Girls)

*The Penitent One (Blasphemous)

*Tobias Schneien (Ghost Eyes)

*Valeria Garaz (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 reboot)

*Valery Michailov (Goncharov - 1973)

*Vector the Crocodile (Sonic the Hedgehog)

*Vito Corleone (The Godfather)

*Wesley Hailoh (Rhyme and Reason)

*William Murdoch (Murdoch Mysteries)

*Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

[mewmewgirl101]

I really wish castiel had real angel wings so un fair why can’t he real angel wings he can hide so not fair

[the-lady-writes-what]

Poll Option #1

Content: aphrodisiac, oral (receiving and giving), body worship (hers), overstimulation, face-sitting, 69 (nice), cowgirl, multiple orgasms, food play ? (if you squint REALLY hard I guess?), cock warming (i think?)

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A knock at your door disrupts your studies. With a sigh, you drop your pencil, get up, and head towards the door. It hadn't been a soft rap on your door like Satan or Asmo. Whoever was outside the door didn't knock excitedly while calling your name like Levi. They didn't knock with a stern, commanding force like Lucifer. And, they certainly didn't barge in like Mammon was wont to do. You were unfamiliar with this knock. You quickly crossed the room to get the interruption over with and opened the door. Barbatos, still in his crisp, tidy, and sharp-pressed uniform, stood in the doorway. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed.

"Good evening, Y/N," said Barbatos.

"Uh, hi. What can I do for you?"

Barbatos reached into the interior confines of his jacket and retrieved an envelope.

"Lord Diavolo sends his regards, and asked me to personally deliver this to you." Barbatos held out the envelope towards you.

You cautiously take it. The parchment paper the envelope was made of felt smooth like silk between your fingers. The finest vellum in Devildom, you wondered what this could possibly mean. Surely, the Prince of Devildom wasn't wasting precious, expensive stationary on you...right? You glanced at the front and back. A stamp of maroon wax bore Diavolo's crest and sealed the letter shut. You looked up to find Barbatos standing in your doorway still as a sentinel, waiting. For what? Your reaction to Diavolo's letter more than likely. Not wanting to keep Barbatos standing in the hallway all night, you cracked the wax seal. All the envelope contained was a letter about the size of a postcard. The station was equally, and inappropriately, grand for a banal message to someone so unimportant to Devildom. You read the letter silently.

"Di--" You stop yourself from saying his informal name in front of Barbatos. "His Highness invites me to the castle? Right now? I-I don't understand."

"My Lord has indeed requested your presence immediately. I'm to escort you there. Why is there only confusion."

"Well, for starters, what does he want from me this time of night? Can't he wait until morning?" You ask.

"It can not," answered Barbatos.

You stared at the demon butler. He blocked the door from closing. In a fight, he would win against you, a mere mortal human and not even a witch. You thought about summoning one of the brothers through their contracts but something told you that would be no avail to you either. Diavolo's influence and power in the realm overshadowed any of theirs and Lucifer would insist on obeying the Prince of Hell.

"And even if I refuse, you'll take me to him anyways?"

"That is correct. He promised that he would do all his paperwork this week without complaint if I brought you to the castle this evening. The young master has been...distracted as of late. If I do this, he can oversee the running of his soon-to-be kingdom. Forgive me, but if I must kidnap you, then I will."

Barbatos said it so matter-of-factually that you believed him. You sighed.

"Alright, let me grab a jacket and put on some shoes."

"Very good, young miss," said Barbatos, making your eyes roll.

You slipped on a pair of flats and pulled on a lightweight jacket. Barbatos turned his back to you as you turned out the light and followed him into the hallway. The brothers didn't seem to notice you leaving, at least not yet. Nobody was in the foyer to see you off. Perhaps that was for the better. Barbatos opened the front door for you. Waiting outside the House of Lamentation, a black, gold, and red carriage pulled by a team of two black, bat-winged horses waited for you. Barbatos continued to play the attentive servant by helping you inside the carriage. Although, you had the sneaking suspicion he was only doing that to make sure you didn't break for it in case you changed your mind at the last minute. He sat across from you in the carriage and gazed out the window, a small mercy.

The ride to the castle was a quick one. It made for quite the spectacle to gallivant from the House of Lamentation to the castle in such a fine carriage. It wasn't the most inconspicuous mode of transportation. When you finally arrived, the giant iron gates swung open by invisible servants. Barbatos assisted you out of the carriage after it pulled to a gentle stop in front of the castle.

"Follow me, please. My lord has been waiting all evening to see you," said Barbatos.

You had no choice but to follow. He knew the castle like the back of his hand. A human like you would get lost in the maze-like corridors. You passed many servants who bowed as Barbatos passed them. You tailed behind him closely to avoid getting left behind. He stopped at a pair of ornate doors leading to the castle gardens. Barbatos pushed them open. Perfumed flowers akin to gardenias unknown to humans wafted through the night air. Beneath a weeping willow, Diavolo sat at a wrought-iron table, playing with a strange object. The closer you drew, the more strange his appearance became.

Diavolo wore an outfit unsuitable for a tryst in a midnight garden. He looked...nice. He wore sleek white trousers with a matching vest. Diavolo's shirt was black and hugged his muscles. Three buttons were left undone to reveal his clavicle and the smallest proportion of his chest muscles. A black-painted finger toyed with the skin of what looked like a dark purple apple. Diavolo glanced from the corner of his eye and saw the approach of Barbatos and you. He shot up from his chair, almost knocking it over. Diavolo's face flushed slightly. He cleared his throat and straightened his chair.

"Y/N, you're here. I--"

"Didn't expect me to be here after Barbatos threatened to kidnap me?" You folded your arms across your chest.

Diavolo looked down and away. Embarrassed, he said, "Sorry about that. I was anxious you wouldn't show up. Please, have a seat. There's something I want to discuss with you."

"Will that be all, my lord?" Asked Barbatos.

"Yes. Why don't take the rest of the night off, Barbatos? I can handle everything from here," said Diavolo.

"As you wish, my lord." Barbatos gave a slight bow. He turned you.

You shuddered at the look in his eyes. It wasn't anything sinister, but the sparkle in them made you worry all the same. The demon butler knew something you didn't. Barbatos took his leave. You sat across from Diavolo. You couldn't help but allow your eyes leave him and look at the fruit he was playing with.

"Y/N, thank you for coming at short notice. If Barbatos said anything that offended you, please forgive him. I'm sorry that he said something that made you afraid or uncomfortable. That was never my intention with you."

"What did you want to talk to me about?" You asked.

Diavolo smiled broadly. "Yes. That. Let me cut to the chase, Y/N. It's been some time since I brought you here for the student exchange. You're nothing short of a miracle worker, you know? You brought out the best side of the brothers and they're different than from before. You changed them for the better. All that while being a human. I find your strength and courage to be very admirable."

"Oh?" You said, surprised. "Thank you."

"I admire you in other ways, too. The brothers make it difficult to tell you so. They're always hanging around you...interfering." Diavolo's eyes hardened. "They have a habit of keeping your attention all to themselves, don't they?"

"You have no idea," you chuckled.

Diavolo didn't laugh back.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked.

"No, not at all. It's just that...they make it difficult to pull you away from them. I've recently come to terms with a feeling I've had for a very long time. I can't seem to get you alone long enough to tell you," said Diavolo.

Your heart started to pound. You could feel blood throb in your ears. Diavolo stopped playing with the strange fruit and held it out for you to see.

"You probably don't know what this is, but it's a very special apple from Devildom. It reveals the truth. Whoever takes a bite out of it will become aware of their subconscious emotions and admit the truth. And by myself, I don't think I have the strength to say it out loud."

Diavolo brought the fruit to his lips. He took a bite. Juice trickled down the side of his mouth. You stared at his mouth as he chewed. He swallowed and licked the juice off his bottom lip. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After exhaling, Diavolo removed himself from the garden chair. He moved to stand next to you, holding the apple aloft.

"Y/N, I can't hide my feelings for you anymore. I have never met anyone like you. I think...I'm in love with you, Y/N. Or, at least as close to love as someone can get without dating the other person."

"Diavolo..." Heat rose to your cheeks. You didn't know what else to say. You wracked your brain for ideas and came away blank. Diavolo continued to hold out the fruit towards you.

"I won't ask you to return my feelings right away. I only ask that you give me a chance. Here. Take a bite. It'll help you see the truth. Please." Diavolo was practically begging.

You stood up. You glanced from Diavolo's face to the apple in his hand then back again. Golden eyes watched your every move. Unconsciously, you bring yourself forward. You outstretched your hand to take the apple for yourself, but Diavolo pulled his hand away.

"Just take a bite while I hold it. Humor me?" He said.

Diavolo held out the apple. This time, you didn't reach for it with your hand. Diavolo watched you intently as you brought your mouth to the strange fruit. You bit down. A combination of sweet, sour, and bitter filled your mouth. The apple's juice overflowed from the wound you made with your teeth. You sank down harder and enveloped a chunk of the apple in your mouth. The texture wasn't too dissimilar to an apple you're used to, but it was softer. Its juice seeped through the corner of your mouth, mirroring the slim trail on Diavolo's chin. You went to wipe your chin with the back of your hand when Diavolo leaned down and swiped his tongue along your chin, lapping up the juice to savor for himself.

A warm fuzzy feeling settled deep inside you. You found yourself leaning in to Diavolo's body. He chucked the apple behind his shoulder where it landed somewhere in the garden with a thud. His large hand cupped the side of your face; his thumb played with your bottom lip.

"Well? Tell me. How do you feel?" Asked Diavolo.

Your skin felt like it was on fire. Not a painful, unbearable blaze, but a smolder nonetheless. The pit of your stomach and your brain were filled to the brim with this heat burrowing into your essence. It was then you noticed the wetness between your thighs. Your legs rubbed together to relieve the tension building there. You didn't want to answer him with words as desire pulled you forward, puppeteering all your actions. So, instead of using words, you answered by looping your arms around Diavolo's neck and bringing your lips to his.

The kiss. What a kiss. Diavolo was inhumanly tall, so you had to step on your toes to kiss him. He compensated for that by lifting you up in his arms. With your faces more or less level, it made kissing so much easier. Both of you were all tongues, teeth, and lips duking it out in the middle of the castle garden. Diavolo held you up then wrapped your legs around his waist. You didn't stop kissing him even he carried you inside.

Not wanting for anyone to see you in such a state or climb the numerous flights of stairs, Diavolo used a teleportation spell to summon the two of you to his bedroom. His nice outfit became a pile of dirty laundry on the floor shortly followed by yours. With his hands and mouth preoccupied with you, Diavolo had a vague grasp of his surroundings. He bumped his hip into one of his bedroom sofas and grazed his toe on the coffee table's clawed foot. He helped you out of your bothersome clothes. Once he had you close to his canopy bed, Diavolo shoved you backwards into the silk down blanket. Another spell dimmed the lights but left him just enough to get a good look at you beneath him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured before getting down on his knees. "You deserve to be worshiped. This is my communion."

Large, smooth hands spread your thighs apart. Without anything on, Diavolo knelt and kissed up the length of your leg from your knee up to your inner most thigh. He kissed the top of your cunt, making you sigh and thread your fingers through his hair. You peered up at the ornate ceiling through fluttering eyelashes. Diavolo meant what he said about worshiping you. A demon his age would know a thing or two, and you didn't question his experience. Not when he was making your toes curl. Diavolo's strong hands kept you steady and legs far apart. Of course, that didn't stop your body from writhing in pleasure.

Diavolo's tongue wound up a spring in your lower belly. With every lick, he wound it tighter and tighter. Just as the dam was about to burst, Diavolo ripped himself away from between your thighs. You whined at the loss of his mouth on you. He climbed into bed, dragging you with him. Diavolo adjusted your body to suit his desires. He turned you so that you faced away from while he lay on his back. Pulling down on your hips, Diavolo made you sit on his face. His hands squeezed your thighs and ass while he resumed the work of eating you out, not stopping for breath.

You held yourself up by the elbow. Your head rested on his hip. His cock twitched inches from your face. A wicked idea formed in your head. Propping yourself up again, you wrapped your lips around him and sucked. Your heard Diavolo's muffled groan behind you. He squezed your ass and hips as he drove you wild on his tongue. You returned the favor by taking him down your throat. You swallowed about all you could muster. You swirled your tongue along the shaft and licked the pre-cum off the tip. However, Diavolo was determined to make you cum before him.

He ate you like a starving man. No matter how hard you tried to concentrate, Diavolo's tongue diverted your efforts. Your legs shook with effort. Your body simply coldn't withstand the pleasure surging through you from the tip of his tongue. You gagged on his cock, but that wasn't enough to distract Diavolo from making you crumble. He worked faster, harder than you, a poor mortal, ever could. He squeezed, played with your clit, licked your cunt, and reached inside with his tongue just right. Your eyes rolled back into your skull even while you had his cock shoved down your throat. You let out a subdued scream. You fisted the sheets as your body tumbled over the cliff of euphoria. You pulled away to choke on air. Diavolo didn't stop there.

Not able to breathe, suck his dick, and be eaten out all at the same time, you stroked his cock. You panted for air after the first orgasm rocked you. Diavolo dragged his tongue up and down the length of your slit. His fingers curled inside, finding the sweet spot. Your juices dribbled all over his face again. He brought you to the edge and back again.

"Moan more for me," he said. Diavolo drove his tongue and fingers into your pussy.

You didn't just moan for him, you screamed. You whined, whimpered, sighed, cried, and murmured. Most of all, you begged. Begged for more, more, more. You lost count just how many times you came on Diavolo's tongue, and you were sure that was the idea. He wanted you boneless and pliable before giving you his fat cock. You worked him. You felt him grow hard in your hand as you stroked him. Slow, at first, and then stroked faster.

"Stroke me just like that. Make me nice and hard. That's going inside this pretty pussy in a minute. Just give me one more. One more. You can do that, pretty girl, right? I know you can," said Diavolo.

It didn't take more or take long before you could no longer stroke him. You feared that the pleasure coursing through you would make you squeeze his cock to the point of pain. You heard Diavolo moan behind you and heard just how wet your cunt was. He wound the spiral tight, tighter.

"Cum for me, Y/N. Give me one more." He squeezed your hip.

Diavolo licked your cunt, moving his head from side to side then up and down. White hot heat shot down your spine and exploded at the base. Your hips rocked against Diavolo's face as you came yet again. Diavolo helped you ride out this orgasm. He licked you clean of excess juices.

You rolled over onto your side. You expected to for Diavolo to pounce and fuck your cunt with his cock. You were wet enough. Instead, you found yourself being picked up by him at the waist and brought to sit on his stomach.

"Ride me," said Diavolo. He was already stroking his cock.

You slid down his body. On shaking legs, you hovered over his hips. Diavolo replaced his hand with yours. He sat up to watch you slid it in until you were enthroned fully on his cock.

"Good job. Look at you. Taking my cock like a champ. You're so good," said Diavolo.

"I-I've never tried this position before. What do I do?" You ask.

"Just do what feels natural. I'll let you know if I don't like something. And let me know if you get tired," he answered with a wink.

Now, you were determined to ride him until he begged you to stop. You bounced up and down on his cock, picking up speed. Your hands groped at the sculpted muscles of his abs.

Before long, your muscles began to ache. Your bravado faltered. Diavolo reached up to grope your breasts, and you lost your resolve completely. Your hips slammed up and down, but your efforts were dogged by aching muscles and tiredness creeping in. Beneath you, Diavolo shifted his hips and legs so that your back was supported by his knees. He thrust upward into you while he palmed your breasts. He caressed the skin of your chest and pinched your nipples into hard peaks.

"Mhmm, yes. That's it. I can feel you getting close. Such a good girl. You feel so good," Diavolo moaned.

He wasn't wrong either. His hard thrusts and groping your breasts made your eyes roll back into your skull for a second time since you entered his bedroom. You bucked your hips in time with his thrusts and gripped his knees for leverage. Once the coil sprang loose, you screamed out your pleasure, you rolled your hips against his. His cock, still hard inside of you, reached deep inside. Diavolo's hands traveled down from your chest to grip your hips to pound you even deeper, faster, harder.

The next orgasm struck you like lightning. It came unseen. Your brain seemed to melt out of your ears. One moment, you were riding atop of the prince of hell, and in the next you stared up at him. Your body was nothing more than a rag doll for him to use, but you loved it. Unable to control himself, Diavolo rocked into your hips as he chased his own high. Sweat beaded down his face, neck, and back while fucking you into the mattress. The headboard slammed into the wall like a drum. Diavolo never looked away from you.

He could fuck you forever if that's what you wanted. Sadly, even demons lose their stamina. Diavolo enveloped you. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in her neck while he slammed into your cunt. Hot breath ghosted across your throat. Diavolo murmured sweet nothings about love and devotion in one breath, and whispered the most salacious things in the next. You had no more strength in you to cum again. You couldn't even embrace him back. You simply took his cock.

Diavolo's hips stuttered. He ground his cock into you until his body finally reached its limit. Diavolo's body quivered. He slammed down hard into your body three or four more times before he filled your lower belly with rope after rope of cum. You felt the heat seep out of your cunt while at the same time it filled your womb. Diavolo panted against your neck. You didn't even know demons needed to stop to catch their breath. His massive, muscled chest crushed you to the bed and unable to move. After a long while, when Diavolo breathed normally, he raised himself up to the elbows. He kissed you, pulled you into his arms, and lifted you by the waist.

Diavolo turned to recline on the pillows again, but he did not move you from being on top of him either. You tried to get up. Diavolo pinned you down by your hips. His cock was still buried inside your cunt.

"No, no," said Diavolo. "I want to feel you wrapped around me. I want to sleep knowing that you're not going anywhere."

A blanket appeared out of thin air to protect your naked back from chill and immodesty. You were already exhausted by the time Diavolo finished. Your eyelids closed as soon as you laid on top his chest. Sleep crept upon you by listening to the steady beat of Diavolo's chest. Unbeknownst to you, Diavolo smirked in triumph. For what you didn't know, wouldn't hurt you.

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ROUND SIX - SEMI-FINALS

[faintingheroine]

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taking fate into one's own hands

03—resignation

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You look at Morax carefully. “A marriage built on lies…” The words fall from your mouth before you can stop them, and you glance at him, gauging his reaction. He returns your gaze with leashed curiosity, and you sigh, busying yourself with your dress. “I suppose I shall forgive you. Just this once.”

“How gracious,” he smiles. “Thank you.”

You shrug and turn to face the window. You watch as the bright green meadows slowly get overtaken by glistening rocks, and the carriage suddenly begins to jostle you more and more. It settles once you’re fully into Liyuean territory, and the ride suddenly becomes much smoother. There's truly no going back now, but you realise that there’s nothing that truly holds you back to your home. Your closest friend is with you and as you grew older, your parents seemed to hold you at a distance. If there are ties to be cut, years of indifference have already weakened them.

“So, what am I to call you?” You ask finally, once the reminders of your old home have finally dissipated and you begin to resign yourself to your new future.

“What would you like to call me?” Morax sits back in his seat, a slightly amused glint twinkling in his eyes betraying his stoic face.

“What am I expected to call you?” You amend, maintaining your level stare.

“Once again, I struggle to truly believe that this is the path you intend to take. I would much rather you were honest and true to yourself than acting in a manner that you believe would please me most.”

You blink, taken aback by his deduction of your character. “That is not my intention.”

“Then why do you ask such questions?”

“I simply do not wish to offend.” You reply coldly, focusing your glance out of the window. “If you regard that as submission, that is your prerogative. I daren’t tell you what to think.”

In your peripheral vision, you catch Morax’s eyes narrow slightly, but you do not address it or draw attention to it. You asked the question, but you already had made a decision. You would avoid any situation that required you to address him by name, which would be all, if not most.

The journey is mainly silent from that point on. You find it hard to reconcile your emotions with reason—you have no reason to hate the man who has saved your kingdom and your family from ruin, and you have no reason to purposefully smite him. But even yet, you still feel that he is undeserving of the gratitude he must expect from you. If he truly wanted to help your kingdom out of the kindness of his heart, he didn't need to uproot you to do it.

After a while, the driver announces that you are nearing the castle, and you do your utmost to not show that you’re nervous. It’s bad enough that he’s taking you from your family—the last thing you want is for him to see it’s affecting you.

“I presume you would like some time to familiarise yourself with the castle and its surroundings and I shall leave you to do that.” Morax says to you as the carriage slows to a stop. He watches as you climb out of the carriage and courteously bow to the driver and the maid who escorts you and Alanna to your chambers. Your posture is better than hundreds of Liyueans he's had the pleasure of meeting.

“Am I to assume that things didn’t go well?”

Morax sighs as he exits the carriage, regarding the prince carefully.

“It didn’t go horrendously.” He says.

"I think if you were to show her around, rather than a maid, it might make her less critical of you.”

“Thank you, Xiao, but I’ll have to decline. There were some absurdities on the journey here that I plan to assess.”

“Surely you aren’t prioritising work over the woman you are to marry,” Xiao says quietly. It was rare that he ever questioned the king. He had been very young when Morax had taken him under his wing, and even despite the absurdity of their whole arrangement, Xiao had begun to view him as a brother.

“I have no intention of marrying her as it stands. My concern is keeping her away from those affiliated with the abyss, or else her kingdom loses their future queen, and we lose our most valuable trade partner.”

“I have never understood you,” Xiao says, as they walk toward Morax’s office. "Why claim to, then?" There’s no response, so Xiao assumes that Morax didn't hear him, or he simply doesn’t care.

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Your room is pretty—nicer than the one you had at home. Perhaps if you sat quietly and did what you were told you’d find yourself in enough favour with the king to help them out. Or maybe they didn’t even deserve that. You’re not sure whether you should help the parents who sold you to the highest bidder.

The dark wooden frames of the expansive bed and the furniture contrast nicely with the red and golden fabric and decorations, and the seat of your desk is so soft that the minute you sit on it, you’re convinced you could sleep on it.

“Is there a room ready for you, Alanna?” You ask.

Alanna sweeps her pale golden hair out of her face. She’s been uncharacteristically quiet and you wonder whether it’s due to the fact she’d never left your home kingdom before.

“No, not yet.” She says quietly. “But that’s alright. Do not worry about me.” You stare at her in disbelief but do not protest yet. It’s too early in the day to convince her otherwise.

You begin to regret not bringing any clothing with you. At the time, it had seemed logical, at least so Alanna could carry more, but now you find yourself without comfortable clothes to sleep in and shoes that don't announce your presence to the whole palace.

“Your Highness, I do hope you won’t take this as a betrayal, but your parents asked me to take this letter for you.” Alanna hands you a simple envelope. There’s no seal—of course, your parents needed to save the seals for more extravagant occasions—and the paper is yellow and weathered. “I understand that your emotions towards them are complex, but—”

“Thank you,” you say quietly. You don't want to bother Alanna with how you feel about the letter or whether you intend to read it or not. “I appreciate it. Thank you for all you’ve done for me.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Alanna smiles. “Just doing my duty.”

You sit down at your desk, looking through the endless sheets of paper and stationery in the drawers beside it. Perhaps now is a good time to take up calligraphy to pass the time.

If you were at home, you could have gone for a walk in the gardens, or maybe gone to speak to some of the kitchen staff and help them with some of the food prep. If you hadn't donated your books to the children in the city who needed them more than you did, you could have read them.

But the years of struggle had meant that you’d slowly forgotten how to have hobbies. And now, with no freedom to explore anything new yet, you’re at a serious loss as to what to do. Alanna has begun to busy herself with evaluating the bathroom, and you scribble halfheartedly at a sheet of thick writing paper.

A knock at the door drags you out of your dazed contemplation. There’s a considerable ink blot on the paper you were practising on, and Alanna has found herself face down on your bed, snoring softly.

You hear another knock, and you swipe invisible dirt off your dress before opening the door.

“Good evening,” You say, surprised to see none other than the king at your door. You had expected him to send someone to collect you if he had the intention to speak to you.

“Good evening, yn. I trust your afternoon has been pleasant?” Morax seems slightly more relaxed than when you left him earlier, his long hair is released from its braid, and his attire is somewhat less extravagant. It’s not simple enough to let you forget that he is the king of one of the wealthiest nations in Teyvat, but enough to let you know that he’s probably had enough of being king for the day.

“You could say that,” You reply.

“I must apologise for abandoning you today. There were a few work matters that required my attention. If you’re interested, I would be more than happy to show you around the palace tomorrow, but for now, would you accompany me to dinner?”

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