Adam and Lucifer had their many fights yet again ."You are not my first priority, I really love you but Charlie .."
"What ? Ofcourse I know that ! I am not stupid ." The fact that Adam, the Adam who almost stabbed Angel for a chocolate piece, admits he is not Lucifer's piority . Sets Lucifer bit off because Adam is stubborn, this feels not right .
"And I am not your second that be Lilith ." Lucifer opens his mouth but no sound came ."Or the third that be your hell, fourth perhaps your ducks, or Eve who knows ." Lucifer bites his tongue hard iron taste busted into his mouth .
Stop he wants to beg, just stop it's not true !
"And I am okay with that .." Adam looks defeated ."You are not the first or the last one ."
"What's that suppose to be mean ?" Lucifer dares to ask he could almost cry as Adam smiles ."I am nobodies first piority, not God's or the Angels, not Eve, Lilith, to my children or you ..." Adam stops as Lucifer starts to cry, he panics a bit not expecting this ."What ? Why are you crying ?"
"I love you .. I love you so much ! Please .." Lucifer fell on his knees ."Please don't say things like that ." Adam sighs as he walked to Lucifer, hugging the smaller one close to him ."It's the truth ..."
Childe who recognizes you at first sight. he’s one of the first people to hear about an “imposter” and is immediately up and armed to go hunt them down himself- how dare someone try to impersonate the Creator, his god, the one who gave him the courage to drag himself out of the Abyss and back into the light? no one yearned to find and eliminate the imposter as much as Childe, to tear that arrogant fool apart with his own hands and watch them die before his eyes- it was the only thing that would satisfy his fury.
so he begins hunting, bow in hand and dull blue eyes blazing with anger and bloodlust. he’s allowed to, of course, as the only person who matches his rage is the Tsaritsa herself- in fact, she commands that the Fatui turn their efforts into finding and bringing this imposter to justice, and Childe- Tartaglia- is more than happy to comply as the Eleventh Harbinger.
but when he does find you, the so-called “imposter”, he instead finds a broken heap of a person, divine blood dripping from every injury as you cover your face and cower.
between sobs you beg for him not to hurt you, and Childe’s heart breaks as he hears the voice that so often hummed and laughed inside his head, the sign that the Creator was watching over him, now pleading, desperate to just be able to live.
he knows you love his Foul Legacy form- he’s heard you fawn over it during the weekly fights you bring him to- so within a second he’s transformed, the pain that usually lingers mysteriously gone as he kneels before you, delicately lifting your bruised hand to his forehead with a soft rumble. you’re shaking, breaths coming out as wheezes from fear, and Childe whines sadly.
so he promises that he will protect you- never again shall a Fatuus harm you in any way, instead they will guard your precious life as you heal, and Childe will be by your side. his Foul Legacy is unhindered by pain; now it feels whole, complete, you filling the missing link between him and the Abyss. he will be your guard, even if the rest of the world is against you, so he never has to hear that kind, wonderful voice of yours filled with fear ever again.
straight women are so fascinating to me I want to study them under a microscope. Today this girl on instagram said she loves the first few weeks with a guy when he makes her feel so feminine but after that he "turns her into her dad" and other women were in the comments agreeing. I have to admit that I'd previously assumed very few people would ever want to be treated like they were feminine but I'm listening and learning
Roier: Richarlyson, I'll tell you what happened, ok? I'll tell you what happened. What happened is... Quackity was murdered, he was murdered by Maximus and Badboy because they thought it was the best decision, but...
Son, sincerely, I don't think it was, because Quackity is now very angry, and we know that Quackity is– well, I know at least, that this Quackity is not my carnal, he's not the friend I know. Everything is very strange.
Richarlyson: [ Is pa Quacks dangerous? ]
Roier: I think that right now he is, that's why I was going along with him, because... I had this feeling that maybe it was actually him. You know? But now, with the way everything has happened…
Richarlyson: [ Like a friendly feeling? ]
Roier: Yes. It kind of felt like it was him and everything was fine, and we were friends– and we are! But now he's mad, and I don't know what he's planning to do. I'm afraid for your life, and everyone else's, because everything is surely going to go to hell. I'm sorry Richarlyson. It's hard.
Richarlyson: [ I'll be fine, pa. I have you and my other papas on my side. ]
"oh my old art was so cringe it looks so bad" SHUT UP ALL youre doing with that self deprecating talk is telling artists who aren't as far into their art journey and whose art may look similarly that they suck. When if you had never drawn the way you're criticizing now, you wouldn't be where you are now. The art you consider shit is also part of the way