#drawing dia's hair reminds me of like

[bloodiegawz]

Dia is giving Bo the blanket and soup he DESERVES!!!!

thank you dia

[kingsbride-moved]

If there is life after the Earth-life, will you come with me? Even then? If we're meant to be something, why not together.

Dianthus of Oenoe (also called Dia or very rarely Dianthe) is my main sona / self insert / etc. She's basically me but if i was in Hade game's setting <3 more info below! ( Art credits: Laurel (TH) / 2nd drawing is by me )

She's physically in her 20s and about 5'4. Her father was a human merchant from somewhere in Sub-Saharan Africa, and her mother was Chloris, a nymph-goddess from Etruria. Due to being half nymph Dianthus has some powers over plantlife herself, but they're very weak and mostly useless. Her hair and body will sometimes sprout flowers or even fruit, but it tends to happen randomly, and like any flower they eventually wilt overtime! She met Theseus while still alive, and aided him in his battle against the Bull of Marathon. Afterwards Theseus returned to Athens, but he intended to return to Dia's home so that he may have her hand in marriage. Unfortunately, however, Theseus was soon sent off to Crete to deal with another bull problem overseas, and Dia had to leave her home to avoid an arranged marriage. After this and up until her death, she became a Maenad, a member of the retinue of Dionysus, and thru him became associated with the Eleusisian mysteries. When she died, her body was transformed into a carnation. Later, in Elysium, she reunited with King Theseus, and helped him again, this time in the task of bringing Asterius to Elysium! Within the blessed fields, she works as a librarian. She's a rather sweet girl for the most part, and tries her best to be kind to others. However... she can also be a bit arrogant and self centered as well. She's very stubborn and headstrong when she needs to be, but also won't hesitate to give up on a task if it proves to be too much- she's very concerned for her own rest and relaxation, after all. When it comes to Theseus and Asterius, she often has to remind them to take breaks as well! Silly funfacts: ~ She writes gay fanfiction of heroes even more ancient than those of greece. ask her about her gilgamesh/enkidu yaoi collection (don't actually ask her she'll get embarassed) ~ within a plaza of elysium, there's a board within the plaza where shades can come by and pin things they've written. one user of this board is only known as "championsgirl01" and writes some very passionate posts... most of them in defense of the king himself.

~ Her favourite flower is actually the sunflower, but she also loves pink roses and carnations, her namesake. ~ She collects merch of the champions, and is the vice president of their fanclub. She also watches every match! ...In reality, though, she really doesn't care that much about the sportmanship thing. She just likes watching sweaty buff guys battling it out. ~ Friends with Patroclus, Achilles, Dusa, and surprisingly, Alecto. Has a weird frenemies thing with Zagreus. Co-workers with Hypnos but he's always asking what Asterius is up to which makes her look at him with daggers in her eyes </3

[moshieee]

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but I'd just like to see if you have a ref sheet for your sona? I'm thinking of making you, Rabid, Dia, and Bun a little animatic. Actually, if I'm gonna be honest, there are a whole lot of ideas for you four in my head rn. Especially when Rabid and Dia posted something about the song "Anything you can do, I can do better." Sorry, I'm rambling. Also, since I think at least Rabid showed something about a mob au for their sona, I've had an idea for more animatics. But anyways, sorry for this ask being really long. Thank you for at least reading this, You make me actually remember to eat, drink, and take my meds when you remind your mutuals, so thx! Also, love your art, very very unique and all I think about when I see your doodles or pieces is ". . . . . smol"

Okie, I'll be taking my leave! Gotta shape-shift back into a rat to go to the vents and continue my endless cycle of ideas and au's. Okay, Bye Bye!!!!!

(Remember to take care of yourself, drink, eat, sleep, [take meds if you need/are prescribed them], and know that you are loved!)

And- *is literally being dragged out bye an Anon* oh! Oki Nighty Night *disappears behind a door and a laundry shoot is heared opening and something is heard being but in* (muffled) Thank you, WEEEEEEEEE-

I thought a little ending that I hope made you laugh would help :]

(I was giggling the whole way though the story, a lovely ending!! Bravo 👏 🌹!!! thank you for the kind words about my style it's something I was insecure about for a long time, and I'm glad I have a positive effect on people's health hehe)

dont ever apologize for asking something, I love getting asks and long asks just means I add the tag #long post

Also oh my goodness that sounds amazing and I would be honored

as for a reference I uhhh I've been trying to make a reference but I keep getting distracted

the only best references I have I have right now is this hair guide I made for Bunsowo that I kept forgetting to share It's a bit out dated now but still close enough

And the l eyes guide I made for Rabid that is now also outdated...

If you just need an image to go off id recommended this one sense it's the most recent

Jeeze I really need to make a reference for my sona. I guess I never expected people to try and draw my stuff so I'm not used to this...

wait what's this?

Those are my lines silly/j

I wish you luck in your creations and make sure to pace yourself so you don't get hurt

Also wait nighty night? Are you supposed to be sleeping? 👁️ 👁️

[obeymematches]

So I'm not sure if this one counts as a HC, but I was wondering what self-care tips you think the Obey Me! characters would have! Maybe it's a poor prompt so feel free to skip this one, haha. :'D Alternatively, maybe what they would do to cheer up an MC who had a bad day? As a general reminder you are incredibly awesome and your writing is amazing and I always love seeing when you've posted something new!! <3 If you want any character drawings lemme know!

hello bestie if you are reading this, don't stop🩷🩷🩷

it's been years (litetally 😅 you sent me this ask in 2021, sorry for not replying sooner 😅) but i been in the mood lately to write some more again :D ((i'm so rusty though))

i absolutely loved your idea + ngl i've been re-reading your message a lot, makes me feel so nostalgic 😅🩷 I hope life's been treating you well eversince <3 hit me up if you wanna catch up 😃

Okay so first I do the self-care stuff and later i'll do the other prompt 😁

Self-care routine / tips of The Boys!

Lucifer: • His way of self-care is listening to soft piano music in the evening, next to a fireplace. He is glad to invite you! • I feel like he also cares about what he eats, trying to keep it as healthy as can be. I feel like he loves to treat himself with some good quality fish? • Appearance-wise I think he doesn’t really care as much as he wishes he could, he keeps his hair and nails nice and clean but that’s like… very basic hygene stuff.

Mammon: • His self care routine includes ordering packages at 1.24AM. • Just the excitemenet of new stuff arriving soon puts him in a better mood! • He also cares about appearance as his side job is being a model. He is not afraid to use more expensive lotions, shampoo, etc. It has to be expensive but doesn't have to be quality if you get what I mean. • Him and Asmo brush their teeth most often (up to 2 times a day) • I’m 100% sure he would love the feeling of driving aimlessly at night with his favourite music on!

Leviathan: • I feel like he is the one who needs advice on this topic. • Yes he orders stuff sometimes but he is conscious about it, it was a well thought-out decision he made. Him deserving it wasn’t really the intention. • I think sometimes he takes a long bath, by long I mean about 2 hours, and that’s pretty much it for a month.

Satan: • He learned the most from Asmo; he is very well avare of how many lotions, masks, oils, creams there are and he tried a lot of them. • His favourite are hand creams, which he uses every day. • Sometimes he puts on a face mask with Asmo but to be fair it happens like 4 times a year so it doesn’t actually do much to him. • Otherwise I think he also enjoys a rocking chair on the porch, perhaps in the garden (not where all the bugs are though!) with an enjoyable book and some non-sparkling beverage.

Asmodeus: • His list is basically endless, so just a list of some he does every day / often: • Has to wash his hair 3 times a week, uses shampoo, balm, oil and is very strict about how to dry it. • Has a lotion specific to each part of his body, except his face because you can’t have enough variety of face-serums. • Takes long baths but careful! Too long is just as bad as too short!! • Likes to sunbathe in moderation on Dia’s beach • Having his daily beauty sleep no matter what • Goes shopping on the regular

Beelzebub: • Best bet is him making his comfort food and offering you some • Works out a lot of course, a heathy body is a must! • I feel like he is also into reading personal growth books? Like how to be a better person, how to be more in-touch with you emotions, how to heal from this and that • His place of self-care also includes your embarace. Pls just cuddle with him. That’s enough of selfcare itself.

Belphie: • Ah…about self-care… • Well I guess some extra sleep counts as such? • Loves to chill under the stars, very quiet and very peaceful place to be at. It really does calm his mind • Honsetly I think he is even worse than Leviathan • Please make him brush his teeth and comb his hair • Can change a lot if you influence him though!

Diavolo:

His tips are so extravagant you can't really try them alone...

Like ah! Just go on a cruise! Have a wellness weekend by yourself! Try some rare dishes!

Thank you bby i appreciate

He does take care of his skin and body and also his mental state through working out, quality lotions and self-help books, articles.

Barbatos:

Definitely bakes when feeling like he needs self-care right now!

He is more of a spa kind of guy, though obviosly he rarely gets the chance to enjoy such things.

Honestly he functions on the bare minimum, pls help him

Simeon:

Also well-read regarding self-conscious stuff so if you need advice on it please reach out to him! As a teacher he is going to be able to explain it easily.

Not much into appearance somehow?? Like yeeeah nail, hair, teeth always nice and neat but doesn't go the extra mile.

He'd be into coloring books to help him be in a relaxed kind of state! Though that is something only Luke knows about.

Solomon:

This man is a mess regarding self-care to be frank.

I mean he usually does as he wants, that's not the issue here. He just doesn't really treat himself as priority?

Okay he does care about the basics but sometimes he skips a day or two. He genuinely forgets to brush teeth for example.

More into the spiritual kind of self-care, mental state, personality, you get it.

[sailorshadzter]

i saw ai jonsa art yesterday that had sansa in a red dress & somehow that sparked this. i really like the au of rhaegar lives lately & the red dress reminded me of the targaryen colors so it was my excuse to write this little piece.

She appears in the grand hall dressed in Targaryen red.

Somehow, it suits her, despite the fire in her hair. She wears it well, a snug fitting gown with long, fitted sleeves, much like the ones she’d have worn in the North. It is a stark contrast to the gowns of the South, making her all the more alluring there among the women with breasts and skin on display for all to see. Their queen to be is modest, yet she’s stylish all the same, and even now he can hear whispers of the women who say they will have lace and silk insets sewn into their bodices. 

He watches her from the dias, standing beside his father’s throne, which stands empty considering he is there with his future wife on his arm. Aegon, no, Jon as she’s christened him, scowls, shaking his head as he watches her laugh, head thrown back so the ivory skin of her throat is exposed. He wonders, just briefly, what it might feel like to sink his teeth into that soft skin. He wonders what that red gown would look like on the floor of his chambers, rather than adorned to her body. 

“Aegon,” his father speaks suddenly, drawing him out of his own thoughts.

Looking up, he finds him standing there, his bride to be left in the crowd, though she looks quite at home there among the courtiers. “Father,” he replies, offering the man a quick bow, as was expected of him. 

“Your betrothed is a woman of wit and beauty, you are lucky my son,” Rhaegar says as he sinks onto his throne. In some ways, she reminds him of his Lyanna. “Look at her even make Ser Barriston smile,” he says and sure enough, the stony faced soldier is grinning as he listens to her speak words they cannot hear. “I know you are against this marriage, but she will be a good wife to you.” Rhaegar continues on, knowing his son would rather marry for love, would rather perhaps even sell himself to the role of a soldier. To be anything but the prince of a realm, that was his only dream. To his surprise, his son does not shake his head, does not scowl- rather, he sighs. “She will be a good queen for you. For the realm.” Where he would be somber, she would smile. She would be the queen to blow kisses from the balcony, who would nurse the sick in the streets, unafraid to be seen near the poorest of men, the sickest of children. 

“Aye,” he says, because he’s got no reason to argue.

Rhaegar smiles, but the music begins once more, silencing him for a long moment. “The court would enjoy seeing you dance with your betrothed,” he says, a demand, not a request. He heaves another sigh but makes his way down the dias, pushing into the crowd until he reaches her side.

She turns to him at once, dipping a curtsy, her blue eyes glimmering in the torchlight. “May I have this dance, my lady?” He questions, holding out his hand for her to take; a moment later, she does so, the touch of her hand in his sending electric shocks through this entire frame. He draws it to his lips for a kiss, ever the courtier, and she’s eyeing him as if she sees through every moment, through every gesture, though she smiles all the same. 

They dance, because that is what’s expected of them.

But when it’s over, he keeps hold of her hand, gray eyes seeking blue. “Walk with me?” He asks and she smiles, nodding. They’ve been here before, after all. So she loops her arm through his and falls into step at his side, the crowd parting to let them through, while from his throne, Rhaegar watches with a smug sort of smile before he turns back to the conversation he’d been having with another lord. 

Out in the moonlight, Jon leads her down the stone steps and through the garden gate, the swell of the music from the Red Keep lingering through the night as they go. “It’s a lovely ball,” she says as they step into an alcove, shrouded by flowering bushes and lush greenery. There’s a stone bench there that he leads her to, settling into place beside her. In their few weeks of knowing one another, it would seem that this spot in particular had become theirs, for this was not the first nor even the second time they’d sat there among the flowers. “But you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.” 

Jon blinks and then chuckles, shaking his head, caught off guard as usual by her ability to see right through him. “These functions aren’t really my thing,” he admits, leaning back so he can look up into the starry sky above them. “You on the other hand…” he turns back to her and she’s blushing, lips curving with a hesitant sort of smile. “It’s as if this was what you were born to do.” She fell into court life so easily, with elegant curtsies and an ability to always have the right thing to say. Despite being from the North, she fit in among the Southern court as if she’d been born and raised. “You look beautiful in that gown.” He says next and again she’s blushing, stammering over her thank you as she looks down at her hands twisting in her lap. “Somehow, Targaryen red suits you more than it ever did me.”

She looks back up at this, blue eyes meeting gray. “You’re quite like my father, he too always wears but black and gray.” Sansa smiles, thinking fondly of the father she’d left behind in Winterfell, an honorable man with a reserved smile much like Jon’s. “But it fits you, I think.” She does not know this prince very well yet, but somehow, his black clothes seem fitting. Somehow, she cannot imagine him in anything else. “You dance well enough for a prince who says he doesn’t enjoy these sort of functions.” 

Jon’s eyes widen and now he’s the one blushing, stammering over his reply. “I do enjoy dancing,” he finally admits, kicking at the dirt with his toe. It was true, he enjoyed swinging a sword more than anything else, but those days of youth when he’d learned all princely things- like dancing- he had enjoyed it. One might say perhaps he simply had never had a partner he enjoyed to do it with. Certainly not enough to do it before the entire court as he’d just done this night. “I might enjoy it more, if you’ll continue to be my partner.” 

“I think I can do that,” she says with a smile and she’s radiant there in the starlight. So very beautiful that it steals the breath from his lungs for a moment, his heart skipping a beat as he reaches for her hand, helping her back up onto her feet. But, he does not let go of her, rather he’s drawing her in a little bit closer, the distance between them minimal at best. “Your grace…” She’s speaking softly, so softly, the breath catching in her throat as she peers back at him. “Jon…” His given name sounds so sweet on her lips and he longs to hear it again and again. 

“Sansa…” He speaks her name aloud and she’s inching closer now, so close that when she smiles, he can feel the curve of her lips against his own. He’s kissing her then, soft and slow, his arms twisting around her waist as she sinks into his touch. Somehow, this felt like the moment he’d been waiting for all of his life. Somehow, this felt more right than anything else ever had. And when he pulls away a moment or perhaps even a lifetime later, he’s breathless and grinning, his heartbeat quick in his chest. “Should we return inside…?” He asks quietly, his forehead to hers, one hand sliding into place against her cheek.

To his surprise, she’s shaking her head, smiling almost mischievously, a new shine to her eyes that hadn’t been there before. “I’d like to stay here, just a little while later.” She says and this time, she’s the one kissing him, her hands clutching to the front of his doublet, uncaring of the hand he slides into her hair, knocking pins loose as he threads the red strands through his fingers. 

And a short while later, when they do return inside, no one notices the young queen to be with her hair twisted back in a different way, save for the King who can’t help but to chuckle at the sight, wondering if this marriage for his son would be better than he could have ever hoped it to be.

[leviathans-watching]

om m.list ━ misc characters

[back]

comforting lucifer, mammon, asmo, beel, simeon

comforting levi, belphie, diavolo, solomon

comforting satan, luke, barbatos

lucifer, asmo, beel, barbatos comforting you

mammon, belphie, solomon, diavolo comforting you

levi, satan, luke, barbatos comforting you

ugly laughing w/ lucifer, mammon, beel

ugly laughing w/ levi, satan, asmo, belphie

asking lucifer, mammon, beel, belphie, diavolo for their coat

asking levi, asmo, satan, barbatos, simeon, solomon for their coat

killing a bug for lucifer, mammon, asmo, belphie, diavolo, barbatos, simeon

wiping away the brothers (-satan and belphie), barbatos, simeon's kisses as a prank

wiping away satan, belphie, diavolo, solomon's kisses as a prank

rejecting the older brothers, diavolo, simeon's kiss

mc's eyes appearing gold/brown to the older brothers, diavolo, barbatos

roller skating with lucifer, asmo, belphie, diavolo, and simeon

lucifer, mammon, asmo, & beel seeing you shirtless

touching dia, barbatos, simeon, mephisto, and raphael's tails/horns/etc.

levi, satan, diavolo, solomon seeing you shirtless

the older brothers calling you clingy

the younger brothers calling you clingy

Bully!AU with lucifer, mammon, satan

Bully!AU with asmo, beel, belphie

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting w belphie & lucifer

lucifer, diavolo, and mammon being busy

om! holiday fluff

taking the blame for lucifer, mammon, diavolo

taking the blame for barbatos, beel, satan

sick mc with lucifer, diavolo, satan

putting the older brothers in their place

“kiss the prettiest person in the room” with the older brothers

“kiss the prettiest person in the room” with the younger brothers

“kiss the prettiest person in the room” with the dateables

“kiss the prettiest person in the room” with the side characters

“kiss the prettiest person in the room” BONUS

caring for the older bros while they’re ‘asleep’

solomon & asmo being blanket hogs | part 2

summoning the older brothers for a hug

concerns about money w/ asmo and mammon

asmo and lucifer - treat yourself

when you realize the older brothers like you

drawing cats on lucifer, satan, solomon, and diavolo

beel & belphie’s bday (yr 3)

pact creation - asmo & solomon

the older brothers catching you dancing

lucifer, mammon, diavolo apologizing after a fight

thirteen & asmo spoiling you

copping a feel of the older brothers

shopping with asmo & belphie

daddy/wrong person texting prank w/ the older brothers

daddy/wrong person texting prank w/ the younger brothers

comparing lucifer, asmo, beel, belphie to cute animals

comparing mammon, levi, satan to cute animals

“i’ll show you a good time” texts w/ mammon, levi, beel, solomon

calling mammon grandpa w/ mammon and asmo

let me wrap my teeth around the world - lucifer & mammon; 1k

"Knock knock,” Mammon calls from the hall, and Lucifer knows he’ll enter his room even if he doesn’t answer. It doesn’t take Mammon long to find him out on the balcony, quiet and contemplative.

“Whatcha up to?” Mammon asks, leaning against the railing and looking at Lucifer. “Everyone’s wondering where you went.”

Lucifer leans back in his chair. “Just thinking.”

Mammon tilts his head in a way that makes his hair fall into his eyes. Instead of brushing it aside like a normal person, he tries, futilely, for several moments, to blow it away. “About what?” he asks finally. “’Cause you look kinda sad.”

Lucifer’s reminded, then, of just how intuitive his normally blockheaded brother could be. “About Lilith,” he answers honestly, and Mammon sucks in a breath.

wild and wired - mammon & belphie, asmo; 1k

“What’s going on here?” Mammon asked, his voice pointedly casual. “I don’t remember Belphegor telling me he had an appointment.”

A few of the demons on the outermost edge of the circle shifted nervously. Mammon was the second most powerful avatar, after all. He was nothing to scoff at.

“What?” Mammon continued, tilting his head at the demon holding Belphegor. “No response? And here I was, thinking you weren’t as stupid as you looked."

throat thick - lucifer & mammon; 2.2k

“Mammon, what is the matter with you? First, laying down on your desk during the meeting, then not being able to add your input, and now, dilly-dallying? Seriously, I thought you knew you were on thin ice.”

Mammon could barely get his mouth unstuck enough to respond. “Didn’ matter anyway,” he managed, and Lucifer’s feet shifted slightly.

“Whatever do you mean?” Though his voice was still cold, there was a thread of exasperated confusion in it.

“My input. It’s not like- like it’d be listened to anyway,” Mammon slurred. “Doesn’ matter. We all know I’m only here for show.”

“Wha-” Lucifer started, but before he could fully get the word out, Mammon turned and threw up all over the shiny black shoes that were still in his field of vision.

Dimly, Mammon remembered that Lucifer was a sympathy puker before his vision faded out at the edges and he found himself slumping down on the desk once more, consciousness quickly waning.

[Read]✓ - lucifer & mammon; 1.1k

[Chat: Mammon, Lucifer]

Mammon: hey lucifer

Lucifer: What do you want, Mammon

Mammon: would it have been better if i died in the war instead of lilith?

Lucifer: [Read]✓

’Cause loving you, loving you is too hard (All I do, all I do’s not enough) - lucifer & mammon; 2.2k | part 2 - satan & mammon, beel, belphie, asmo; 1.8k

“Don’t give me that shit.” Mammon stood. “I’m telling you I can’t! I can’t do it, and I can’t make you love me, and I’ve accepted that!”

“You think I don’t love you?”

“Weren’t you listening?” Mammon asked. “Obviously.”

All of the anger drained out of Lucifer’s shoulders, leaving him looking defeated. “I’ve failed you. I’ve failed you as a brother, as a caretaker. If I’ve made you think I don’t love you, then I’ve committed a grievous error.”

“What?” Mammon didn’t understand.

3 times lucifer was a good older brother to mammon - lucifer & mammon, 1.2k

“mammon, these are fantastic.” lucifer said, tone colored with an emotion mammon couldn’t name. it was a warm sound, though, so he wasn’t too worried. “i knew you could do it. you’ve always been exceptionally bright, and once you set your mind to it you do great.”

mammon took the offered report card back, a little numb. lucifer always thought he could do it?

[nightingale-bloom]

I got very lazy. Any pride flags I snuck in are purely headcanons, but I always do it nonetheless. Please don't come at me, I forgot who Brink's patron was and will not be listening through the entire podcast to find the one mention of them I'm just about 34% sure there was. Kinda just assuming it's Dia for now. Characters are from Tales from the Stinky Dragon, a DnD 5e actual play podcast. Art under the cut.

If it's deepfried on your end too, I apologize.

I did Meld first, not too many headcanons for her. Did most of the drawing without ever having seen her canon design, and I gotta say she kinda reminds me of Little Lad from that one Berries and Cream Starburst commercial. Only thing I changed after looking her up on the wiki was her skin, as I originally had her really pale because I'd assumed her mother, Sadatte, was a high elf because of her hair color. Honestly just forgot the moment it's explicitly said she's a wood elf, but it's been fixed. Also managed to forget her cloak. I was going to do an alternate version with it- and have her pride patches on the cloak- but then upon looking at my drawing again, immediately decided it would be too much of a pain.

Got a lot more headcanons for this guy. At the moment, I am under the assumption that his patron is Dia,- I don't have easy access to the info right now and it made a fair bit of sense to me- so a few of them are based on that. I headcanon Brink getting his snake, Hannibal, as a gift for his sixteenth birthday. Upon making a pact with Dia, his first request was for Hannibal's life to be extended. She did as he asked, and now the little guy's all rainbow n' stuff. I also think he wouldn't know how to hold a mug properly, he'd hold the handle instead of wrapping his hand around the mug itself and would be yet to realize most people don't nearly spill their coffee every. Single. Morning. As for the pride pin, I headcanon him realizing he was queer at thirteen years old and swearing he was bi for years before realizing he was never into the girl he dated back in school. Or any girls, actually.

Additionally, I chose the symbol on Brink's spellbook because it looked a bit like a firework, and I know Dia would love them because she's all about them colors.

[bite-sized-devil]

hi! i hope you doing great darling! <3

can I have romantic obey me matchup please? (the character I wouldn’t like to be matched with is asmo, don’t get me wrong, I love him with my whole heart!!! just don’t feel like it)

i’m a girl, 18, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Match Up:

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Warnings: none it's all fluff dears.

Mammon Avatar of Greed

I think Mammon sounds perfect for you, he'd think you were just the cutest thing! His sweet little bunny girl must be protected at all costs 💛 Your love language is touch? That's great because our poor boy is touch starved. He'll take anything you want to give him and more thanks. And don't worry about being shy, his extroverted nature will draw you out of your shell. Thank Dia you are polyglot because even he has a hard time knowing what he's saying. He talks so bloody fast sometimes it all gets mixed together.

Head canons for the two of you:

He's not sure why he pretended he wasn't into you when you first met. Call it self-preservation, sometimes he gets to know someone and they start thinking he's worse than dog shit thanks to his greedy nature. So he ignored his feelings, poured acid on the butterflies in his stomach that seemed to come alive when you entered a room. Put a stopper on the feeling of pure bliss that seemed to pour from his chest whenever you touched him. Instead he just waited for the inevitable; the malice that would taint your words when you spoke to him. He was so sure it would happen, but it never did. You were always so sweet to him, going along with his schemes, sticking up for him in front of his brothers, you're always by his side. And you seem happy to be there? And once he realised that he stopped fighting it, the next time you went to grab his hand he let you. Your delicate little hand felt so small and soft, he hoped his hand wasn't too sweaty. It was, sweaty that is, but you weren't going to complain. You definitely weren't voicing an concerns when he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your wrist. You simply slipped your hand out of his so you could cup his pretty face and return

Sometimes you catch him staring at you, he doesn't realise he's doing it. He always blushes and stutters out an apology then explains that he just gets lost in your beauty.

He never leaves your side. I repeat HE NEVER LEAVES YOUR SIDE. He's holding your hand, his arms wrapped around you with a hand resting on your hip, he's looped your arm in his. He's stuck like glue to you babe.

Every time he goes shopping without you he can't help but buy you things! Just anything they reminds him of you, he bought you these fuck awful bunny slippers once. But it was such a sweet gesture that you had to keep them!

His favourite thing is when you give him kisses. Soft ones; where you're both cuddling on the couch being cute and giggly together and you reach over and pull that pretty face of his closer for a smooch. Sleepy ones; when he gets back from a shoot extremely early in the morning and tries to sneak into bed beside you with out waking you up. But it's Mammon, he's loud okay! He slips in beside you and you roll over and wrap your arms around him and tell him welcome home before smooshing your lips messily on his. Sneaky one; where you're walking past him in the hallway at RAD and you jump up and kiss him quickly on the lips or the cheek and then walk off before he catches you. Intense ones; like the ones where you're moaning into his mouth as he pulls you closer and you let his tongue dance against yours.

Ok well, I hope you like it! 💕💕💕

[acaunite]

It just romantic story like we used to see

yeah but make it more frustrating.

hi, it's me acaunite user account. let's talk about review The Wind Rises character in this post karena aku pernah ngejanjiin ini ga sie? aku akan membahas character yang menurutku menarik aja yak (alesan kan kamu males? ngaku kamu)

ok, lezgoww!

kalau kamu sudah dan akan menonton film ini, kamu akan ketemu:

Jiro Horikoshi (male lead)

Jiro is a cute guy with lempeng vision about his dream, love life, or something like life choices at that time. omg I'm gonna write the major spoiler, dia mirip2 dengan penggambaran character Rudy Habibie with less expression HAHA so straightforward, no hesitation in his mind, cute love language, romantic, good sense of humor, His favorite food is mackerel, and his cigarette is "cherry-flavored". he's charming uhuk uhuk and so hensem, with the hair that I wan--. ok. enough.

jadi kalau misalkan ditanya rating lelaki Ghibli kira-kira begini 1) Howls Pendragon 2)Shun Kazama 3) Seiji Amasawa 4) Baron 5) Jiro Horikoshi dst (rank ini bisa berubah sesuka hati user Acaunite mood nya mana) sumpah tulisan ini hanya akan diisi user Acaunite fangirl-ing over you Mz Jiro, tapi karena cinta mu abadi dengan Mba Naoko aku harus draw the line gasie??

Jiro kecil digambarkan memiliki mimpi besar dan punya rasa keadilan terhadap yang lemah. jadi orangnya emang ringan tangan membantu ngunu dari kecilnya dan kebawa sampe dewasa. Diceritakan kalau dia emang minat banget dan suka kapal terbang (?) so he borrowed his teacher's magazine about aeronautical engineering. actually it's remind me with someone who loves machine so much (my lil bro)

kalau diinget2 banyak anak2 yang sangat menaruh minat dengan transportasi ya? yang dari kecil suka liat kereta lewat, nunjuk2 pesawat yang lewatin atap atau heboh bilang ada mobil keren di jalan. jadi moral value-nya buibuk kalau nanti punya anak sukak dengan machine/transportasi umum/kereta/mobil/pesawat, kasih bahan bacaan, pupuk terus minatnya, siapa tau sejalan dengan bakatnya atau siapa tau tumbuh jadi engineer genius macem Jiro atau Habibie?

ok balik lagi,

dari magazine berbahasa inggris itu pula Jiro meets his muse/inspiration/role model to be an aviation engineer. salah satu yang aku suka dari penggambaran character Ghibli ga akan segan menunjukkan their charas have privilege. contohnya Jiro, ya dibayangin aja lah background keluarga macam apa yang mampu mensupport anaknya sekolah ampe pe te en di Tokyo teknik penerbangan jaman baheula? thanks to Mamah Jiro for validating your son's dream the day Jiro woke up then said he wanted to be engineer. yep lelaki Ghibli ini holkay pada jamannya

in his dream (abis baca magazine) Jiro meets Mr. Caproni yang ngomongin soal mimpinya bawa sanak sodara terbang pake kapal terbang, ada sedikit selipan Director dengan agenda Japanese Pacifist nya "pesawat tuh dipake nyari duit, bukan bawa bom atau petasan" LU JANGAN BANYAK COMPLEN intinya itu. cih dijero hati usert Acaunite misuh, you clarified you fucking asshole behavior in WWII with the movie?

but it's fine, selama ada pihak atau orang-orang Jepang yang ngaku kalau being war crime is a shit, this user account masih punya secercah harapan, ga ada bagus-bagusnya jadi collonizers! Negara-negara dengan catatan sejarah participate in colonialism, slavery, racism, or exploiting the other country should take a lesson? yakali lesson tok, ya jangan ignorant lah intinya. supaya sama-sama ngeh gada bagus-bagusnya hasil perang tuh, bedanya negara aku ga ada modal se gede Jepang aja, yang buat se-studio beragenda pacifist huehe *shady-shady-shady

anw lanjut ya soal bedah characters

YA ALLAH TERIMAKASIH AKU SEMPET NONTON INI, sini aku bisikin

seliar imajinasi Jiro seindah animasi Ghibli

kamu akan ditarik ke dunia imaji nya Jiro setiap Jiro focus dengan segala sesuatu yang berkaitan dengan pesawat. Ghibli menyuguhkan visual ini tuh semata-mata untuk menunjukkan betapa Jiro sangat mencintai apa dia lakukan. menurut aku itu indah dan stress at the same time.

Indah karena semangatnya Jiro nular ke aku waktu nonton, he's so passionate about his dream, why? when the last time i feel this kind of feeling? loving with all my heart about the things that i should do? why he's so good in what he does? sampai Jiro bisa berdialektika dengan sosok Mr. Caproni yang ada dibayangannya tentang mimpi menjadi engineer, kalau pesawat tuh bukan dipake bawa bom tapi ngehasilin uwaang, membahagiakan orang-orang sekelilingnya, how many times Mr. Caproni did trials and error but he reminds it as process that he should going thru, atau Jiro yang mendeadline karir nya 10 tahun untuk mencapai itu semua. terus aku tuuuh baru sadar, lho itu kan spirit yang Jiro pupuk sendiri untuk dirinya kelak? supaya dia bisa melalui semua jatuh bangun saat melalui proses mencapai mimpinya. menurut ku bagaimana mimpinya character Jiro dibangun itu sangat indah, sebagai seorang individu yang sempat ilang arah mengenai mimpi, Jiro mewakili semangat yang sempat terpantik pada masa kanak-kanak ku dulu eaak bacotbacotbacot

dan itu juga stress. seeterreeesss kalau ga nyampe segala mimpi nya Jiro. iyalah ya kali, apaya apaya stress nya adalah penggambaran mimpinya Jiro sangat megah dengan balutan pacifism disaat situasi sosial Jepang yang "Nippon Cahaya Asia". you know what I mean. dan kehidupan engineer ga semanis itu sobat, sampai Jiro merasakan sendiri kalau jadi engineer tuh isinya udud, stress, udud, proyekan, stress, tender, proyekan, stress, udud 💀 repeat. alah asu.

As he grow up Jiro become a briliant, kind heart man. Jiro dewasa tanggung adalah fase umur yang masih ingin aku puja. he's kind. mahasiswa harapan bangsa banget, logic, gentleman pisan lah. the day he met his love for the first time with cute hat accident. and italiano quote they told to each other. LU BAYANGIN SENDIRI LAH, gimana anak gadis ga kesemsem when a charming boy tell you the quote you love, unexpected, coincidence, remarkable, you named it. Jiro give the strong impression as anak muda reliable, santun dengan masa depan cerah.

I know, girl loves kisah cinta yang klausalitasnya kagak jelas kek Dreamy-dreamy ngono, prince charming and the cinderella. bawang merah bawang putih dan pangeran yang lewat depan rumah, or kdrama with poor girl and chaebol son. but here we are Hayao Miyazaki. you seems picture yourself to him

including you like her since she's a minor

KABOOOOrrRRRR

ok. next.

[emptymanuscript]

Day 2 of lila's 12 days of writers self love, Crown, from one of the future stories in Knights of Day that should eventually get a book. There is a bit of gore and death (and possibly spoilers) in this one, so I'll put it under a cut.

The stentor started the sixth charge on the scroll of skin, "The summoning of the august dead to-"

The giant demon face carved into the door spoke, the opening of it's mouth flashing the heavy gray twilight outside, cutting off the crime, "The Lady in Gray."

Around the throne room, each of the suits of armor raised their polearm and slammed the butt against the marble floor five times.

The demon face split, the great doors swinging wide to the world beyond and a single figure dressed all in gray. Her mask, some kind of pelvic bone, the top was carved in a glory of triangles, like the top of the Statue of Liberty. The lower part, carved in a semblance of a maze with the paths crossing over and under and swirling in an impossible to solve path covered all signs of her face.

James and Zephyr both gaped, Zephyr's jaw hanging lower and lower as the woman floated to the center of the throne room floor.

She dropped to the floor into the lotus position. She bent her arms before touching fist to fist before raising two more arms from her gray dress, bending one low to the ground and twisting it into the hand sign for 'fear not.' The second hand rose high and with a tiny jerk, a collapsible staff snapped from her fist, the bottom just whispering against the ground in the silence.

Her voice itched in James' ears, familiar, annoyingly familiar, as if he had heard it before, in this life, not one of those clinging memories from Bonelfoermos or his other lives. "Emperor Ogedai, your Empire grows. The Swarm grows. Five hundred thousand."

The Emperor rose from his throne and bowed low to her, trying in his posture to diminish the height of the dias that set him above her. "You honor us with your august presence, great Lady. I have only done as you bade me long ago and brought the world to heel for-"

"I do not need reminding," she said in a monotone. As if it all meant nothing and she was just reading a well trodden script. "I remember every word I have ever spoken to you and every word you spoke in return."

"Do you? I wonder sometimes. With that mask it is sometimes hard to tell."

"Perhaps a demonstration, then."

Zephyr leaned close, up on tiptoe to mutter to James, "Does her voice sound familiar to you?"

Zephyr jerked so hard James had to grab his arm to prevent him tipping over when the Lady in Grey struck her staff twice against the marble flooring. Around the room every suit of armor echoed her strikes.

The giant demon face spoke again, "The Lady in Red."

The face split, the door opening to reveal a tall, skeletal woman, draped in a soaked robe the color of fresh blood.

James gripped Zephyr's arm tighter. "What the fuck is going on?"

The Lady in red stalked into the throne room like a horror movie monster, a predator on the prowl, gore streaking behind her, drawing a carpet of blood and minced gristle.

JJ whispered, "Fuck me if I know, but God just showed up to our trial."

The Lady in Red snapped her head toward JJ, who clapped her hands over her own mouth to shut herself up. The Lady in Red's mask was a stretch of fresh wood, the bark still on it, bound tight in thorny vines piercing through her ruby black hair. Where eyes should be in the face were flint spear tips. Instead of a mouth the broken bottom of a saber tooth's skull reared its fangs over the bottom tusk's of a boar's jaw.

James shivered and glanced away as if the spear tips were looking at him and he just couldn't take it.

The mask slowly turned back on the Emperor as she stalked to exactly five paces behind the Lady in Gray.

The hand the Lady in Gray held in the symbol for 'Fear not' raised, and she pointed with two calloused fingers at the Fae ambassador. "Our words are not for the ears of the dreaming world. Let only the sleepless hear."

There was one pregnant heartbeat of silence, the ambassador's thin face, stretching wide in terror, then a primordial scream, a whoop of feral destruction, every monster in the dark shrieking that its prey was at hand as the Lady in Red leaped over the Lady in Gray's head, pouncing in one giant motion toward the dias. She whipped up her arms like claws, blood and ravaged meat splattering across the throne room.

James clapped his free hand to his face as the hot spray struck him, stealing away his breath as the memory of other moments of gore and rage flashed across his mind. His other hand gripped even tighter on Zephyr, hauling him close as Zephyr's legs gave out, his whole body shaking as he whimpered.

The Lady in Red fell on the ambassador before he had made the full turn to run, her hands striking into the Fae's side in a brittle snapping of bones. There was a wet rush as her clinging bare feet drove him to the ground and one hand ripped his heart free from the far side of his chest. She howled hungrily, holding the heart high. Two more arms struck from the bloody robe, grabbing his face and skull and ripping his head sideways with a crack.

She turned her bloodied mask on the Emperor.

Every guard in the room stepped back, away from the threat.

The Lady in Gray, again in serene monotone, said, "I trust this satisfies as my credentials."

The Emperor went to his knees, bowing forward so his forehead touched the marble step below his dias, his black robes spreading like a stain. "What is it you wish, terrible and august brides of death?"

[obeythebutler]

For the yandere prompt list, can we request ships? If so, how about DiaLuci with W? With Dia being the one saying it 👀

W - “War can start for the smallest of reasons. The battle within myself started with you and all you needed to do to stop this was say yes.”

He should have known.

Known when to draw the line.

Lucifer should have declined the gracious offer to stay in his Palace for the night, with furniture and decorations more extravagant than his own house, fit for royalty.

If only he had said no, and returned back home, ignored the sad look on his friend's face.

Well, if he could even call him a friend now.

Because the bindings on his hands aren't what you do to a loved one. You don't imprison them, render them unable to move. You don't do such vile things.

In this moment, Lucifer feels like a collared dog.

"Diavolo," He growls, and attempts to tug at the ropes, break whatever curse has been put on them, but the more he thrashes about, the more the ropes tighten.

"You must be a little.. disoriented, seeing yourself in my bed." Golden eyes trail around the bindings, and Diavolo notices how the ropes have started forming bruises around his skin. He rushes forward, and gently holding the dark-haired demon's wrist, attempts to rub soothing circles in the hope that it will make the bruises fade away.

"I'll ask Barbatos to get some ice." He mumbles to no one in particular, despite Lucifer still being in the room as he opens the gigantic window, and he furrows his eyebrows at the action.

"My hands have been bound, and you dare to worry about the bruises when your actions are the most—"

Vile? Baffling? Outrageous? Lucifer can't quite put the words to them, but Diavolo interrupts him.

"My actions are justified." He declares as he languidly places a paperweight on the stack of documents and sits on the edge of the bed. Lucifer attempts to scoot away, to be as far as he can from the demon, but the bed, despite being large, can only allow for so much distance.

Lucifer feels humiliated.

"I'm claiming my prize, after all."

Lucifer narrows his eyes at the golden-eyed demon, who gazes into his own without a care. Suited to his demeanour, but given the current...situation, it was unsettling.

"I am not your prize."

"Oh, but I waged this war for you. Won't you let me have you, after all I've done for you?" His tone almost seems mocking, but delves into something innocent at the end, like a puppy getting scolded for chewing up the tablecloth.

"What war do you speak of?" Lucifer doesn't question the last part, because he knows what the Prince did for him. Brought her back to life, but at a cost.

"As a child, I read about kings and princes waging wars for petty reasons—because someone didn't keep in mind their royal significance, or disrespected them." He says as he gets up to gaze outside the window, the moonlight bathing the bed and him beautifully. Diavolo almost seems like an angel, but the black nails remind him that he's not.

"But some did it for love. In my case, that's the latter."

"This is not love." Lucifer snarls, as he tries to wiggle out of the ropes that are squeezing his hands so tightly, but the more he moves, or attempts to move, the more they tighten.

Diavolo pretends he doesn't see his struggle.

"Lucifer, we're demons. Not them. We love to overwhelming degrees." He explains, as if teaching a child how to use cutlery without dropping it. "As you see, wars can start for the smallest of reasons. The battle within myself started with you, and all you needed to do to stop this was say yes."

But he didn't. Lucifer thought he had made it painfully clear, but it seems the Prince is oblivious.

Diavolo saunters towards him. He tries to ignore the dip of the bed under the new weight as a hand is placed under his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.

Diavolo chuckles.

"I'm just claiming my prize, after all. There's no one to stop me from taking what rightfully belongs to me now, is there?"

The end was a warning, a threat, for Diavolo never lets anyone spoil his vision, after all.

"Casualties?" Lucifer whispers as he stares outside the window, into anywhere but those golden eyes, and Diavolo lets him, this time.

"Not many." For a moment, Lucifer's stomach sinks. He hopes Diavolo hasn't done anything to them. " Relax," He mutters when he sees his furrowed eyebrows. "Nothing Barbatos can't take care of. Disposing of a few base demons isn't that hard."

They were unharmed, that was clear.

"I don't belong to you." He declares, proudly, as he looks Diavolo straight in the eye. The latter says nothing, only moves to remove the ropes that have been bruising his skin since the past two hours.

Lucifer is baffled.

"You may not belong to me, but your loyalty does, doesn't it, Lucifer?"

The grin on his face is bright, like the Sun, almost contagious. But Lucifer can't bring himself to smile, not when he's painfully reminded. The ropes on his hands might have been removed, but the ropes on his soul still remain.

And with that, Diavolo leaves the room, but not before leaving behind some documents on the desk, with a pen.

The open window is to remind him of his helplessness, that no matter where he goes, he'll end up here.

Lucifer rubs his bruised wrists as he gets up.

I don't do ships but, DiaLuci has me weak.

[aerequets]

AAAAAA DIA YOUR ART !!!

okay so the first thing that stands out to me is like. how DYNAMIC your comics are! i don’t watch anime but my brother does in the living room so i’m kind of a secondhand anime watcher but your comedic timing and framing reminds me of anime/manga! you always have these key frames that are so dramatic and hilarious that really fit so well with the ml characters bc they are all so dramatic themselves djakdndk,, also you have such original ideas with your art!! i love that you take inspiration from so many different things, your comics are always super interesting!

as for your actual art style you always have really strong line work & the way you draw faces/hair is really distinctive! and ik you don’t color super often but when you do it’s GORGEOUS and always has this really pretty almost metallic quality to it? idk i just love the way you blend colors. ur art is killer!!! <33

ANNAAAA 🥺🥺🥺

thank you so much HHH im so happy to hear my comics are dynamic (and from YOU ‼️‼️) . tbh my brain is just. Infested with miraculous so anytime I see something cool I'm like "okay now let's make it Miraculous",,, and thank you again about the coloring, im really tempted to color more now DJUESJ

i ADORE U ANNA ‼️ 😤

[shinebrite97]

Part 16

Read part 15 here

One week after their official announcement, Yuri yawned as she stretched her back during a short lull in activity, arching with a shudder in her bones. It was too early in the morning, in her opinion. Too early for her royal duties.

Diavolo had come to pick her up before the others woke up, having sent her a message the night before to be ready to leave two hours before the academy opened its doors. She couldn't possibly imagine what was in store, but now she sat in a tall chair, her legs dangling over the seat and not quite reaching the floor, hand in hand with Diavolo as nearly featureless beings applied makeup and styled her hair. A tug here, a spritz there. Her nails were fake now, and just a bit too long to be comfortable, painted black like his. While one being had her eyes wide open, carefully drawing in a prominent eyeliner, another added a chrome powder onto her nails, giving them a metallic multicolored sheen that reminded her of an oil slick. "You will be wearing an emerald gown for this picture," Diavolo said. "Very similar to the black one for the announcement, but this is more for the painter's sake." "Painter?" She asked. "Well yes," Diavolo replied. "This is for our wedding portrait." Yuri smiled as if she'd know that all along, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, and ignoring the odd pain it gave her fingertips. She couldn't wait to get rid of the fake nails already. Abbadon entered the studio with all the excitement and theatric energy she'd had the first time Yuri met her. Sashaying past the threshold and gasping dramatically. "My fire newt and his beautiful bride!" She sighed. "Aunt Abbadon!" Diavolo smiled. "I'm surprised that you wanted to do the portrait before the wedding." "Well, if you pose now," she said, taking a seat in a free chair. "The portrait should be ready to present on the day of your wedding. I thought it would be a nice reveal when Miss Yuri here was sworn in." "That is a wonderful idea." Diavolo agreed. "A woman's mind, my dear fire newt..." She replied. "Your majesty," Yuri asked. "Yes, my sweet?" "If I may ask, how did Diavolo come by that nickname?" "Fire newt?" She asked. "I'd rather not be embarrassed in front of my beloved." Diavolo interjected. "Then why don't you tell her, dear? After all, your marriage shouldn't start out with a secret like that!" Diavolo sighed petulantly, but nodded his head once. "I suppose Yuri can handle it," he said. "The nickname comes from my earliest years. After my mother died, aunt Abbadon stayed with us for a few decades to help my father with me and try to pick up where mother's plans ended." "Dear Dia was a hot head as a baby, spitting out small flames from his mouth...and he had a particular fondness for sweet crickets. He reminded me so much of a young fire newt that it fit. Then he grew into his human features and had hair as red as embers, and eyes as bright as flame. It was perfect." "That's...actually really cute." Yuri looked over at Diavolo, who made an effort to turn his attention to the curtains overlooking the dark world outside. She smiled at his embarrassment, settling back into the chair while another featureless being neared her with shimmering jewels. Gold metal embedded with large tear drop diamonds for her earrings, a gold necklace with the same teardrop diamond, and a gold hairpin adorned with emeralds to match her dress. "Dia, come with me please, I have some arrangements to discuss." Yuri was glad for the short reprieve, thoroughly recognizing the idea behind the request, and the not-so-subtle glance Abbadon had given her. A few moments alone to get changed and relax before being posed for who knew how long. She allowed two of the featureless beings to assist with the gown. It was form-fitting, just like the last one, with long sleeves that attached at the base of her center fingers on either side, a cold shoulder gown, leaving her collarbones and shoulders exposed, and elegant beading along the bodice. Truly a work of art, in her

opinion. One that did require the extra hands. One of them was held out for her, eerily long and spindly fingers held her up with a surprising amount of strength, allowing her to step into the center of the pooling fabric at her feet, and those same long fingers, feeling similar to cooked noodles, made efficient work of fastening the buttons and bring up the hidden zipper. Another gown made specifically for her. They each bowed silently, leaving the room without another sound. So many odd creatures here she thought. Just another part of society for her to grow used to. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she meandered about the studio space. After the whirlwind of the early morning, it was very clean. She never would have guessed there had been an artillery of cosmetics on the table near where she'd sat a few minutes ago. Outside, she could hear one of the shrill horns blaring musically, a familiar sound that sent her back to early mornings in the House of Lamentation. She recognized it now. Always thinking that her dreams ended with strange music, she realized it was the herald of a new day. All the demons in the Devildom would be waking up now, getting ready to start their days. She knew Lucifer knew where she was, having been awake to see her shuffling about to get ready. He'd asked her what was going on, why she was awake so early, he'd followed her to the front door to see Diavolo standing there, and in her tired haze, his sudden silence was almost funny. She sighed, sitting down by the window overlooking the darkened courtyard. The mere thought of Lucifer, or his brothers, or the creepy house they resided in gave the same pull of her heartstrings that she had for the first few months as an exchange student. The same homesick feeling she had when she thought about her parents and her own brother. And that memory, as far off and distant as it was, didn't give her any of the same feelings as the House of Lamentation did now. Would Diavolo really move her in here? How much longer did she have with her friends? She drew in a deep breath, reminding herself not to cry before the painting. Even if I did live here, it's not like they couldn't visit.

"Place your hand on his should'a," Yuri glanced down, resting her hand on the warm fabric of Diavolo's sleeve. Her long nails now glistened in the golden light above them. "Don't look so stiff, Dahling~" he said. "You two look so gorgusss!" Yuri eased herself into a more relaxed position, and Diavolo brought his hand up, clasping over hers and squeezed gently. His form was so familiar to her now. Warm and inviting. She realized she liked this. She liked the small touches they shared. The hugs he'd bring her into on occasion, and holding onto his arm while walking along the shadowy streets. It all felt right. "Milawd," the artist added. "You can keep that hand on her, but don't cover those nails. We wanna see the shine!" Diavolo moved his hand slightly upward to her knuckles, the long multichrome nails could now shine in the light. Using her free hand behind his back, she ran her long nails gently through the hair on the back of his head. An idle touch that gave him a shiver she did not miss. While she couldn't see his face, he reacted to her touch just enough for her to know the effect she had. A shiver in his shoulders, his head drifting back just a bit, and a slow open-mouthed exhale that stirred up a warmth within her. She'd give anything to see it again. A loud gasp brought her back immediately. Her hand tightened instinctively on Diavolo's shoulder, just in time for his hand to squeeze hers a bit tighter. The artist had stars in his eyes. "Hold it right there!" He commanded. They froze. He slipped his DDD out of a pocket on his elaborate outfit and held it up. "Keep that pose...looking great...just another second...got it!" He triumphantly put the device away and picked up his pencil once again. "That picture will serve as a color guide," he said. "And for my own personal enjoyment. You two are just precious!" The hours that followed were tedious. Her feet hurt from the high heels, her hand was becoming sweaty as she held the crisp fabric of his sleeve. Diavolo shifted uncomfortably more than once, and she imagined by now that his legs were fast asleep. But the artist continuously assured them it wouldn’t be much longer. "Aaaaaaaaaand done!" He beamed. "I have the sketch smoothed out. All it needs now is the color and the linework, which surely will be finished by your wedding day. Cheers!" He didn't wait for anything else to be said, simply gathering all his supplies and leaving in a whirlwind of blown kisses and glitter. "Now that that's over…" Diavolo stood up, stretching out his legs, and whirled around, catching Yuri by the waist. "I'm finally seeing you since we parted ways to prepare," he said. "You look absolutely ravishing." "Thank you," she said. "You look…" she paused, fully taking in his velvet suit. Black velvet jacket and a gold vest made of satin that seemed to barely hold together against the very prominent muscles underneath. "....so hot." His eyes widened in flustered surprise as he held her gently, leaning back to collect himself. "Well uhm...it is quite warm in this suit, and if that wasn't what you meant...heh...thank you...Yuri." his nervous chuckle exploded into a full on laugh when he watched her expression morph from dreamy to mortified. "I...uh...you know what," she paused to give him a cheeky smile. "I don't take it back," she hopped to the tips of her toes to better reach his face, simply poking his nose and settling back to her balance, and laughed. "We're engaged, right? You're hot, Diavolo." She giggled, turning around to leave the room, figuring he'd follow her out, not even realizing when she crossed the threshold, that he hadn't moved a muscle. She turned back to face him, leaning on the door she had opened for the

both of them. "Dia?" She asked. "Are we going to RAD?" "No," he said. "We have the day off today." "Really?" She asked. "But…" "We. Have the day off, my dear." He repeated. "You and I are going on a date."

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Comparison (Final Rose AU)

Note: If Fang had a twin sister, she’d be called Claw. Because why not?

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Fang raised one eyebrow as Diana clambered up onto the couch and wrapped her arms around her as tightly as she could. “Not that I mind getting a hug, but you’re not plotting again, are you?”

Diana tilted her head to one side and hummed thoughtfully. “Just give me a second, mommy...” She continued to hug Fang for a bit longer before nodding in satisfaction. “Hmm... interesting...”

Letting go of Fang, Diana moved over to Claw and wrapped her arms around the other woman. “Hmm...” She tightened her hold and moved her arms back and forth. “Not quite the same.”

“What’s not the same?” Claw asked. 

Diana let go of her aunt and then rubbed her chin. “Aunt Vanille says you two are identical twins, but you don’t feel identical. I think mommy is roughly 2.7 Cuddle Units cuddlier than you.”

“Cuddle Units?” Fang asked. “What are those?”

“Aunt Vanille has been researching how cuddly things are. Cuddle Units are the unit of measurement she came up with.” Diana nodded firmly. “You’re just a little bit cuddlier than Aunt Claw, mommy.”

Claw snickered. “Should I feel bad that I’m not as cuddly as you, Fang?”

“It could just be personal preferences. After all, Diana is my kid.” Fang shrugged. “She might be biased.”

“I’m not biased, mommy.” Diana huffed. “I am being perfectly scientific and impartial. You measure exactly 132.7 Cuddle Units, but Aunt Claw is only 130 Cuddle Units.”

“For reference,” Claw asked. “Who is the cuddliest person in this house.”

Diana looked about furtively. “Promise you won’t tell?”

“Of course, we won’t.” Claw winked. “It’ll be our secret.”

Diana lowered her voice. “Mom is the cuddliest. She’s at least 150 Cuddle Units. It’s hard to be sure, though, since she doesn’t like people hugging her. Averia is around 140 Cuddle Units, but she’s been getting cuddlier over time, so she might catch up to mom. Plus, Averia lets me hug her.”

Fang and Claw exchanged grins. It wasn’t so much Averia letting Diana hug her, as Averia being a complete pushover when it came to Diana’s barnacle-like behaviour.

“Heh.” Claw chuckled. “Who would have guessed the hedgehog was so cuddly?”

“What was that?”

Claw froze and then turned. Lightning was standing behind the couch. “Oh, hey. Nice to see you, my wonderfully kind sister-in-law who would never dream of murdering her wife’s twin sister.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t murder you. Fang would be sad.” Lightning shrugged. “I’d just mangle you and let Vanille patch you back up.”

“...” Claw nudged Fang. “Remind me again how you’ve managed to survive this long.”

“Being pretty much indestructible helps,” Fang replied. She grinned at Lightning. “You’re back early. Where’s Averia?”

“She’s just cleaning up outside since she got pretty muddy at soccer practice.”

Diana’s eyes gleamed at the mention of mud. “Muddy? Can I go outside and spray her with the hose?”

Lightning pursed her lips. On one hand, letting Diana spray Averia with a hose would undoubtedly draw the pink-haired girl’s ire. On the other hand, it would be hilarious, and Averia was absolutely covered in mud. There was no way she’d be able to make it into the house without tracking it everywhere. “Sure. Have fun.”

Diana cackled evilly. “Averia!” she shouted as she ran for the front door. “Let me help you!”

“You know,” Fang said. “That’s just asking for trouble.” Moments later there was an outraged scream followed by maniacal cackling followed by more screaming and the sounds of a scuffle. “And people think I’m the evil one.”

“I do only what is necessary,” Lightning quipped. She nodded at Claw. “Is there a reason you’re hiding out at our house again? Please, don’t tell me you made Acier mad again.”

“You know, for a Dia she can be quite scary. It’s like the only thing she learned from Vanille was that if at first you don’t have a big enough gun, then you should just make a bigger one.” Claw smirked. “But, no, I did not get her mad at me again. She and the kids are off doing some experiments down at the lab with Vanille. I figured I’d come hang out with my favourite twin sister for a while.”

“I’m your only twin sister.”

“Which makes you my favourite by default.”

Fang’s lips twitched, and she ruffled Claw’s hair. “You’re lucky I love you. Otherwise, I’d have to stab you.”

“Lightning really has been rubbing off on you. Besides, you’d feel bad if you stabbed me. I might actually get hurt.”

“Depends on what I stabbed you with. A normal weapon? Not a chance.” Fang picked up the butter knife she’d been using to butter her scones and flicked it at her sister’s eye. 

“Seriously?” Claw rolled her eyes, and the projectile bounced off her eyeball. For a brief moment, her entire body gleamed an eerie silvery colour before returning to normal. “That was immature.”

“Meh.” Fang waved off the comment. “But that’s new.” She tilted her head to one side. “Lunarium, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Yeah. Vanille wasn’t keen on letting me eat a block of the stuff, but she figured it would be worth it in the end. Transmuting my entire body into lunarium is pretty handy since it’s impervious to chemical attack and durable enough that even a plasma forge struggles to work with it. It is magnetic, though, but I’m working on combining it with some other things to get rid of that as well.”

“Not bad. How are you going with processing that stuff I made for you?” Fang asked.

Claw chuckled. “The more exotic stuff that Ragnarok makes does take a while to process, and it is more energy-consuming to transmute myself into. However, it is pretty damn useful to have. That material you gave me is about 10,000 times stronger than perfect graphene with none of its weaknesses, so it’s handy to have access to. But lunarium is nice because of it’s Aura-related properties.”

“That’s right,” Lightning said. “If you transmute your body into lunarium, it should massively boost what you can do with your Aura due to how Aura sensitive lunarium is.”

“Yep.” Claw smirked. “In terms of efficiency, transmuting my body into lunarium lets me cut my typical Aura consumption by 90%. It also lets me boost my maximum output by at least 500%. So, yeah, I can fight for longer and hit way harder, even without counting the durability of lunarium.” Claw shrugged. “It does help that lunarium is also self-repairing when exposed to Aura. Unlike some people, I can’t simply laugh off a missing limb.” She looked pointedly at Fang. “That said, transmuting my body into lunarium lets me do that - assuming whoever I’m fighting can even sever a limb in the first place.”

“It’s a pity I can’t give you anything I make,” Lightning murmured.

“Heh. Saviour’s materials give me a really bad case of indigestion.” Claw shrugged. “But what can you do?” 

“I can still hear screaming from outside,” Fang drawled. “Should we go and deal with the kids?”

“No.” Lightning’s Semblance flared for a moment to let her see through the walls of the house. Diana was clinging onto Averia’s back while trying to grab hold of the hose. “They should be done any second now.”

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Author’s Notes

So, yeah, if Fang had a twin sister, that’s how she’d be. Her Semblance is a shard of Rangarok the same way that Lumina and Serah have Semblances that are shards of Saviour. In Claw’s case, it lets her transmute her body into various substances. 

Initially, she could only transmute her body into a substance that she was in physical contact with, so she had to carry around bits of steel and so on. Later, she developed the ability to digest almost anything. Consuming enough of a material let her transmute herself into that material even without being in contact with it while also reducing the cost of transferring and speeding up the speed of the transformation.

Eventually, she gains the ability to selectively modify what she transmutes into based on the materials she has consumed. For example, not only can she transform into steel, but she can transmute into more exotic variants of steel with differing properties. Of course, steel is fairly pedestrian. Something that both her wife (Acier) and Vanille have made a point of doing is feeding her various materials to ensure she has proper coverage. Lunarium, for instance, is immensely Aura conductive, completely impervious to chemical attack, and has physical durability so great that it takes a high level plasma forge to even work on it at all. Its only real weakness is that it’s magnetic, but it won’t be long before Claw combines it with other substances to create a variant that can’t be influenced by magnetism. Likewise, Fang often feeds her things that Ragnarok has come up with.

Claw’s Semblance is completely reflexive. Even if she is unconscious, her body will automatically transmute to defend itself, provides she has enough Aura. The transmutation is total, meaning all of her tissue is transformed. This means that transmuting herself renders her immune to poisons, toxins, and other similar agents. Likewise, transmuting into a self-repairing substance like lunarium can also heal her injuries. For this reason, one of the most importance substances she can transmute into is the stuff that Vanille’s protospheres are made out of. That substance is a poly-mimetic alloy that can take on complex forms including, but not limited to blades, firearms, and so on. 

At full mastery, her Semblance can also transmute her immediate surroundings although in combat, this is typically done by picking up objects. The transmutation, however, is not permanent and will wear off once the Aura invested into the object is depleted. Still, this means she can pick up a piece of paper and transmute it into a sheet of steel. Doing this on something she isn’t in direct physical contact with is immensely more difficult, and maintaining the transmutation is more difficult the further the object gets from her, which means it takes greater effort to transmute long-range projectiles than short-range ones.

But, yeah, that’s how Claw would be.

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You’re Made to Obey (Dia x F!Mc) Part 1/2

warnings: very slight NSFW

Based loosely off the movie Ella Enchanted. There will be *some* kind of forceful interactions in this story, I will be trying my best to keep as much consent as I can, though.

Word Count: 1595

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“(M/C)?” Lucifer knocks gently on your door, “I just received word from Diavolo that he will be coming over this evening. In specific, he has requested to speak with you.” You shoot the eldest brother a nervous glance, “No need to worry, (M/C), naturally, I will accompany you.” 

“Why? Mammon and I already fini-” You are abruptly cut off by Lucifer’s short tut and sharp glare.

“I don’t know what he wants, but I do know you’ll be in my study at 6 exactly.” You huff in annoyance at his words. “Do you understand me, (M/C)”

You only nod your approval before turning back to your generous stack of homework in front of you.

...

You stretch out and stare at your ceiling, drowsy from just waking up. Slowly you sit up in your bed, rubbing sleep from your eyes. You glance at your clock to your left; 6:06 pm. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” You practically fly from your cocoon of blankets, stumble down the stairs, and sprint down the long hallway towards Lucifer’s study. The doors slam open as you burst through them. Hesitantly, you raise your eyes to meet two fiery red orbs of fury, you shrink under Lucifer’s excruciating stare.

“Nice of you to join us, (M/C).” Venom practically drips from the angry demon’s voice, but he keeps his composure, not wanting to upset Diavolo.

“Yeah, aha, I fell asleep...” You hear a low rumble beside you. Diavolo was laughing at you.

“Is that why it looks as though you fell from a plane?” Diavolo questions with a smile, patting down your hair and doing a quick once over of your disheveled school uniform.

Your feel your cheeks heat up and quickly raise your hands to smooth your bed head. That earns you a hearty laugh from him once more before he turns his attention to Lucifer.

“Do you mind if I talk with (M/C), privately, about what I discussed with you earlier?” Lucifer stilled for a moment at Diavolo’s question.

“Of course, my lord,” Lucifer forces a smile and gives you one last glance full of worry before exiting the room.

With the oldest brother now absent you nervously look toward the towering demon in front of you. His energy shifts ever so slightly, it was more authoritative then you’ve ever experienced but something about it draws you in. You unconsciously take a step toward him but he draws back and leans against the large oak desk behind him.

“How would you like you to spend a day with me.” The question sounds more like a command to you. You cock your head in confusion.

“I-”

“For professional reasons, of course.” He cuts you off. “Barbatos is quite busy planning an end of the year celebration and I could use the extra hand. And while you’re at it you can tell me how the exchange program is going - you seem to have gotten quite close to the brothers. It should be insightful.” Diavolo raises himself from the desk and takes slow steps towards you waiting for your response.

“I guess I don’t mind helping you out.” Your voice wavers as the demon leans down, mere centimetres from your face.

“Good girl.” His voice is just above a whisper. You watch silently, in shock as his broad form makes its way towards the entrance of the room, “Lucifer already knows to bring you by my palace bright and early.” You catch the glow in his eyes as he passes Lucifer on his way out, a silent reminder of his power over him.

Lucifer clears his throat, “Better get some dinner and head to bed early, you need to be well rested to properly serve Lord Diavolo.” He refuses to meet your eyes as he talks to you.

“Of course.” You slip past him without another word.

...

You had no idea when Diavolo said “bright and early” he meant Lucifer would be dragging you out of bed at 5 am and pushing you swiftly out the door, into a waiting car. You barely had time to brush your teeth let alone find a decent outfit. You glance down at your baggy sweatpants and t-shirt, inwardly sighing.

You sit next to Lucifer in harsh silence for most of the drive. You expected a thorough lecture about respect and responsibility, but he remained quiet and oddly tense. As you pull up to Diavolo’s palace you couldn’t help the question from slipping your mouth.

“What do you know about this that you aren’t telling me, Lucifer.” 

“Just please, (M/C),” For the first time since last night Lucifer looks into your eyes, pleading with you, “Don’t let him get to you, I need you back - all of us need you back at the house of lamentation.” You had never seen Lucifer so vulnerable with you - it just fuels your dread of what was really to come.

He leans over you and pops the door. “It’s time.” He mutters. You step out of the car.

“Time to face the music, I suppose.” You say over your shoulder, feigning confidence, as you stroll away from Lucifer and towards the grand entrance of the looming structure in front of you. Just before you reach the doors they swing open, Barbatos is waiting behind them with a smile.

“Follow me to the kitchen if you would, (M/C)” Barbatos’ gentle voice does little to calm your nerves. 

Once in the kitchen he holds a silver tray with odd colored eggs, what looked like toast, and a steaming mug, out to you.

“If you wouldn’t mind taking this to the Lord, he should be waking very soon. And, as I’m sure he informed you, I still have much to do before tomorrow.”

“Yeah... I actually thought that’s what I came to help with, the event?” You question, warily taking the tray.

“I’m sure Lord Diavolo will fill you in on your duties for today later. His room is just up the staircase the first double doors to the right, you can’t miss it.” And with that Barbatos hurries out of the kitchen.

Knock, knock... no answer. 

“Diavolo!” You call through the thick wood of the doors, “I- um, I have some food from Barbatos!” 

No answer.

Slowly you turn the doorknob into his room being careful not to spill any of the contents on the tray. You find a sight almost laughable waiting for you. The demon king sprawled across his lavish bed, blankets pulled past his head. You pause a moment to revel at the sight before you.

Setting the tray down on a table next to his bed you gently pull down the blankets to expose Diavolo’s face. As soon as the soft fabric passes over his mouth his bright yellow eyes snap open. A distasteful frown takes over his once peaceful features.

“And you’re waking me for?” Diavolo growls at you.

“Barbatos said to bring breakfast?” 

“Did he say to wake me?” He sits from his bed holding your hand firmly in place on the covers - effectively keeping you from retreating,

“.....no.” You answer back, staring at his hand on yours.

“No.” Diavolo confirms your answer. He sits up, his covers slide down exposing his bare torso. You gulp, trying to convince your eyes to stay focused on his.  He smirks, “Well it can’t be helped now, can it? Go prepare my shower for me while I eat.”

“You... want me to get your shower ready?” You ask with a subtle tone of disbelief.

“Yes, is there a reason you can’t do something so simple?” He asks between bites of eggs.

“You didn’t ask me to come here to just bring you food and turn on showers for you, did you.” Annoyance fills you, “I’m not a replacement for Barbatos, Diavolo. I didn’t come here to answer your beckon call. Sorry.” You make for the door.

“(M/C), stop.” Diavolo’s stern command fills the room. You find yourself unable to move any further toward the exit. You whip your head towards the demon king as he stands and makes his way towards you. “Barbatos is busy today and you will be filling his spot. I didn’t ask if that’s what you wanted to spend your day doing, I don’t remember ever asking for your opinion, and,” his eyes flash and in an instant your arms are stuck behind your back. Diavolo hoists you effortlessly over his shoulder, only putting you down once he has you in his bathroom. You are roughly tossed to the floor, the invisible power holding your body captive releasing you just in time for you to catch yourself.

Your fear at the lack of control fades to the back of your mind as Diavolo grasps your chin and crouches down next to you.

“If I ask for a shower, (M/C), I expect you to be more than willing to serve your Lord. So, prepare me a shower.” His eyes glow as he gives you the command. Without a thought, your body moves to start the shower.

“What are you doing, Diavolo?” You try to resist but whatever power is pushing you to comply is too strong. You’re filled with panic, having no control over your own limbs. When you look back Diavolo is leaned against the vanity, watching you with pure lust, your forced obedience giving rise to his desire. You can’t help feeling your own yearning spark seeing the tanned demon looking at you with such intensity.

“I’m showing you how to obey.”

[thegoldenavenger]

Avatar the Last Airbender Fic!! Rated T for TEENAGE ANGST Canon typical violence! It's Zuko so also implied Canon child abuse sorry

CONVICTION (what's in a name)

Part One Sokka + Katara

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"What can I do to prove to you I've changed?" He rasps, frustratingly desperate, hands almost clawed into the stone of the temple dias.

Katara sneers and draws her water whip to ready, like she can erase even the memory of Zuko kneeling here in this temporary haven. "Nothing!" She yells.

But Sokka raises his hand to his chin and thinks, quickly. There's not much less that he wants than Zuko in their space, helping them. But, here's the thing, Zuko has followed them doggedly, faithfully, since the South Pole. Zuko has found them even now, must have resources to have gotten here, knowledge to have found them. Zuko is the prince of the nation they're fighting... it stands to reason he has intelligence about them as well.

"Then take me prisoner," Zuko starts saying, unfurling his fingers from the stone and offering them.

"We don't want you!" Katara yells and splashes Zuko with enough force he rocks backwards.

Steam rises from Zuko's shoulders, his eye wide as his hair drips in his face, before he steels himself. To try and entice them again, to pick himself up and turn away for once, Sokka doesn't know. He interrupts Katara's next words.

"Give us your soul name," Sokka says.

The silence that follows is deep.

"Sokka?" Aang asks, stepping to see Sokka's face.

"It doesn't matter then, if you have changed or not. We'll have your name if you try to betray us." He tilts his head towards Aang, towards Katara but his eyes don't leave Zuko.

"That's--that's too much," Aang is saying, shaking his head, but Katara considers it. Her mouth is a straight line and her eyes are harder than Sokka has seen them.

Toph says nothing, has said nothing besides her first entreaty to consider Zuko's offer. Sokka doesn't turn to look at her reaction.

Zuko's is enough to look at on its own. His shoulders stiff, his skin pale, there is the smallest rainbow refracted from a bead of water on his sunlit cheek. He's surprised, shocked, maybe even afraid, Sokka has never seen Zuko afraid before just angry, but now, Sokka wonders if Zuko's anger and his fear are two sides of the same coin.

Sokka remembers Zuko crouched over his Uncle, feral almost in his anger--his fear, Sokka thinks now. And who wouldn't be afraid in this moment? To give a peice of your soul away and trust someone with it.  Sokka can count the soul names he knows on one hand; his sister, his father, his mother, Yue.

He's only wanted to share his soul name with Yue, before. He remembers the fear and excitement. He hadn't had to share his name with his parents or Katara, they knew him when he was a kid, when that part of your soul is open and effortless, but he wanted to give that part of himself to Yue. She beat him to it.

Even now, her name lives curled inside him, like a gentle-sleeping thing. A perfect reflection of the moon on the surface of ink-black water, icy wind against the back of your neck, and resettling your hood to keep warm. The knowledge that something deep, and beautiful, and so, so kind lies beneath the water, but not daring to break the surface tension.

And Sokka watches Zuko close his eyes. When he opens them it is with resolve.

"Okay," he says. "Okay."

Zuko gets back to his knees, back straight and hands lifted as if in supplication. He keeps his unsettling yellow eyes on Sokka. 

It was his plan, so Sokka makes himself step forward. He feels Aang's hand reach out to him, but Aang doesn't stop him so he keeps stepping forward until he stands over Zuko.

It takes him a moment, but he puts his hand in Zuko's and asks for his name.

He feels a rush of heat, and he thinks they should have prepared for if Zuko tried burning them in this moment--but no, it's just. It's just Zuko's name.

Fever-warm--of course, fire bender, Sokka thinks--but also the spray of salt water, which is surprising. The smell of iron, Fire Nation Steel, like the forge at Master Piandao's but thicker in the air. Sokka hears sliding, like silk over silk and the weight of something bearing down, like the gemimite that had crept up Sokka's arms until he couldn't move. And even though Zuko is all firebender heat and steel the feeling of eyes on his back makes Sokka think nothing more than of standing in the middle of the ice fields, knowing an Orcawolf is watching you but not knowing where it is.

It's knowing there is shelter a thousand steps ahead of you and also knowing the moment you step forward the Orcawolf will chase. Zuko's name is taking that step anyways.

Sokka steps back away from Zuko and blinks and blinks. Zuko looks exactly the same, it's only Sokka's understanding that has changed.

Zuko's eyes are predator-yellow, orcawolf-gold, Sokka thinks.

"Zuko," he says to test it. He lets the feeling of fever and forge heated sword steel rise and he says it again. "Zuko."

Something in Zuko's jaw clenches, his eyes sharpen and Sokka feels that lonely ice field again, but Zuko nods. "I think we can say that worked," Sokka announces and turns away from Zuko. He shoves Zuko's name back down, tries to find somewhere that isn't next to his family's names to store it.

______

Sokka leaves first, then Toph with a disgruntled noise. Katara and Aang stand where they're left, with Zuko still... there. Waiting.

Katara looks at Aang and finds him unaccountably sad, his wide grey eyes distressed. To her ears, Zuko's name had sounded the same, flat as ever, from her brother's mouth. But you know when someone speaks with power, it's just that the only name she knows for Zuko is the one her experiences with him have given her so she can't understand yet.

Or ever. She thinks of Zuko and she thinks of fear, she thinks of shadows of violence flickering on the walls of homes, of ice melting as red, red, red licks up and devours entire families. She doesn't want that living inside of her, hates that Sokka is carrying that now.

"I'm going to check on Sokka--Aang. Keep an eye on him." She orders and turns. Of course now they have to keep him, they have his soul name, that changes things. He can teach Aang Firebending and then they can drop him off somewhere he won't be able to bother them anymore, but for now at least they have to keep him.

"Yeah, uh--come on," she hears Aang say, to Zuko she guesses. "No more names today," he says. Katara stomps away.

She keeps her resolve for a couple days. Sokka bounces back, Toph is quieter than usual, Aang dutifully keeps his lessons for Earth and Waterbending and half-heartedly asks for Firebending lessons. Katara puts her foot down. No Firebending lessons until she can be sure Zuko isn't going to fry Aang when they aren't looking.

Sokka is her brother and she loves him, but he shouldn't have to be Zuko's keeper by himself. He'd taken Zuko with him to find their dad, and he had to take Zuko, he wouldn't leave Zuko alone with them. They weren't defenseless but Sokka takes responsibility hard, the same way he had taken protecting their village.

It's the same way he will stay up at night, redrafting their schedule and Katara will have to physically unclench his hand from his vine of charcoal and wheedle, drawing his name from her chest, telling him, please Sokka, it's time for bed everyone is tired.

Sokka doesn't use her name very often. The last time had been at the South Pole when he didn't trust Aang. Before that, he hadn't used her name since their mother had died.

Katara uses his name a lot. She loves Sokka's name. Her mother's name is too sharp a memory, it flutters behind her breastbone like it might escape if she speaks it. Her father's name is tucked in her core, as if she can curl around it and keep him safe from the dangers he faces away from them by keeping it quiet. But Sokka's name lives in her lungs.

She uses it when she scolds him, when she hugs him, when she is afraid for him. She won't let him forget that she's right by his side, and that she won't leave him, not like mom left, or dad left, or Yue left.

Every time Katara says Sokka's name she shades it with her understanding of him. Ice walls sheltering from howling bitter winds and the sturdy foundation of a home. The peircing howl of an orcawolf as the spirit lights dance in the night sky, and polardogs pressed together sharing strength and warmth. Sokka's name is understanding you are part of something more than you, part of a family, and Katara will remind him that he's stuck with her for as long as she lives.

And, well. There's something in her that wants to know Zuko. She wants to taste ash on her tongue. She is sure Zuko's name is fire and violence, but if she knows it then she can keep him in his place. She can make sure Aang is safe, from this threat at least. If she knows Zuko's name, then she finally knows who he is.  No more tricks in Crystal cities, he won't be able to prey on her weaknesses anymore.

So when he comes to her, and says, "I know who killed your mother," Katara has already decided what to do.

She says, "Give me your name." And she holds out her hand.

She's vindicated, seeing his eyes widen, the scar pulling around his left side. He inhales, then nods sharply his breath releasing in a cloud of steam. The night is cold, even Katara's breath puffs small clouds in the air, but that doesn't stop herself from thinking he should have more control than this.

He puts his hand in hers and his fingers are shockingly warm, surprisingly callused for a prince. Katara remembers Yue's hands, smooth and fine and elegant.  The Earth King's hands as well were soft and weak. That is what she expected, she realizes. Hands that have never seen work in their life.

Zuko's hands are scarred and rough in places, if well kept.

He tells her his name.

Heat at first, of course. Like a burn from the sun, making your skin tight and red, then the cool-sting of salt water making Katara think, ridiculously of spending too much time at a beach. Then blood, biting your cheek on accident, the pain negligible but the metallic tang overwhelming, that's what she expected. Hearing someone or something shift behind you, heart beating panic-fast and then getting wrapped up tight, and squeezed until your bones creak, like when her dad swings her around and around because he missed her. No, Katara thinks, it's getting wrapped up like ice spears, the cold burning as much as fire, and being unable to wrench free. It's remembering how Master Pakku looked at her, knowing she was good enough but refusing her anyways.

Zuko's name is someone, everyone saying no, and then doing it anyways.

Katara takes her hand back. Of course, that's the Fire Nation through-and-through, she thinks. "Take me to him, Zuko," she says. She orders. The copper tang that tints his name isn't ash, but it's close enough.

Katara never needed Zuko's name to show him she was a threat. She's a Master Waterbender under the full-moon, a healer who knows the secrets of the body, she can stop the rain if she has to. And she does.

Zuko doesn't flinch.

He doesn't overstep, he accepts her lead, stays quiet unless he needs to speak up. He's not cowed, he doesn't wait for her permission to speak if he sees something or notices something. He's just.

Respectful, Katara realizes. This is about her, she realizes. She knows this is about her. It's about Zuko trying to prove himself too, but it's like Zuko has forgotten that, in the moment. That helping Katara find justice--or revenge--is all that he's after.

It would be ironic, Katara thinks. Zuko has terrorized her home, he knows she wants justice--revenge?--from him too. Here he is, watching her ready to kill a man for crimes Zuko could be accused of as well and he stands there like this is right.

Like he hadn't knelt in front of her, hands offered, and asked her--them--to sentence him.

She sees him out of the corner of her eye, sees the same calm as when he'd knelt. When she stops the rain she sees the same surprise, the same acceptance as when Sokka had demanded his soul name in answer.

Something heavy settles in her stomach, when she realizes that perhaps, this isn't ironic.  That if she had said, I need you to die for your crimes, he would have said okay, okay, in the same exact way.  She lets it rain, again.

She says this, half to Zuko half to herself, on the way back. "If I had said you needed to die, for us to trust you instead of Sokka asking for your name. What would your answer have been?"

Zuko blinks at her, wary. "Really?" He asks. She doesn't elaborate, and he falls quiet again.

She starts to think he won't answer when he finally does. "I came to you--to the Avatar, I mean--to... atone. To stop my father and my family, to make things better. I, uh, Uncle says, said, I don't think things through," here he laughs, bitter. "I guess I forgot that I'm my father's son."

Katara sees his face shutter and she turns away, not wanting to see whatever expression he puts on his face. "My father cannot be allowed to continue as he has been. My family cannot be allowed to continue as they have been. I have been complicit in their crimes." He says. "If death is the answer to my father, then for the years as his loyal son I should share it."

Katara narrows her eyes and looks back at him. Zuko is considering his knee, his fingers worrying at a loose thread. Katara knows Zuko now, knows by the cadence of his words Zuko was not calling himself Fire Lord Ozai's loyal son. There was a breadth of history in that phrase she didn't understand.

"But..." he says and looks at her. "I'm done letting my father dictate my destiny. I want to help fix what my family has broken. I don't know what I would have said back then. But I am going to help where my family has only hurt before. I can't do that if I'm dead."

Katara only hums in response, and watches as Zuko's shoulders find their way to his ears. He turns red and looks away from her and mumbles an apology.

Zuko's name is sun burned skin and bitten lips and, Katara is realizing, standing up when no one else will. Not because you're the only one who can, but because if not you, than who?

Something settles in her, and she relaxes. She isn't ready to forget--not Yuan Ran, not the Fire Nation's crimes--but maybe this one boy. This one boy she can try to forgive.