#oh what a sin

[wordsinhaled]

sometimes i remember that hozier literally went on record to be like yeah i absolutely actually wrote “from eden” about “the snake … looking longingly at something he desires - for everything that he does not have” and i just. yeah

[hinamie]

i have so much band!au content in the pipeline my brain is Rotting but enjoy these two for now

jjk band!au

[charmac]

Right, so Dennis' first course of action for 'getting Mac out of the house' was to meet him on a dating app as a fake person named Johnny, buy Mac remote controlled anal beads and convince him to go about his daily tasks with them in, form a close enough relationship with him that Mac tells Dennis about Johnny, and keep this up for what has to be many weeks to months of back and forth "almost" hook-ups

as opposed to, you know, just getting Mac a real boyfriend using the foolproof dating system for men that he's had for 15 years? The dating system that would have worked for Mac securing a boyfriend if it hadn't been for the fact that Johnny was still on his mind?

Yeah, sure, that's cool.

[crimsonwwitch]

Canon

[imaginepans]

Fellas... I have officially lost it if I made this....

[starwikia]

suicide cw

look i have been in this area before mentally. it sucks and i wouldn’t wish this on anyone. but, and this is going to sound callous, but i don’t feel any sympathy for james somerton. even if i hope he’s like. not dead. But thats all the amount of goodwill im willing to give him. The more i think about this really, the more angry i am. 

ngl this entire situation is another example of how white people weaponize their mental illness to avoid consequences. Im seeing it in real time.

this man has a continuous habit of using self-harm as a get-out-of-jail-for-free card. in both of his apologies, he has worded his supposed attempts in ways that were clearly meant to guilt people who displayed his plagiarism and overall horrendous history of racism and misogyny. i say supposed because, while i’m not saying those are lies and this would he such a fucked up thing to lie about that i don’t want to think he has, unfortunately, it’s been proven again and again that his word can’t be trusted, as he’s known to lie to try get out of consequences. Hes a proven liar. him lying about this is actually the best case scenario, because no one should go through this entire situation, wouldnt wish this on anyone, but you can only do this so often before people stop sympathizing with you. is this callous? Yeah, but like. I’m actually fucking angry he cant straight up take no as an answer. that this is how he reacts realizing he cant be one of the Cool Kidz™️ on youtube anymore. he acts like he DESERVES a career, like its not a privilege hes lost due to his own actions.

He lied about apologizing and forgiving people, he lied about giving the money to hbomberguy to give to ppl he ripped off (yknow, instead of doing it himself), he lied about the jessie gender situation and rewrote the narrative to make it so he isnt the bad guy, and hes the victim all along actually!

you can’t tell me that supposed last message of his isn’t meant to be a 13 reasons why esq attempt to deflect the blame “look i’m going to kill myself and it’s all YOUR PEOPLES FAULT for not letting me achieve my DREAM of being filmmaker IN PEACE!!! I just wanted Nick’s (the guy who I have thrown under the bus again and again) portfolio up!! Im just being a good friend dont you all FEEL BAD” he refuses to take ANY ACCOUNTABILITY of any of his actions and he IS STILL trying to shove the blame over to other people again.

it’s also pretty ironic people are like “uhhh well hbomber’s fans harassed him!!!” like hbomber outright told people NOT to HARASS JAMES!!! ALSO acting as if james doesn’t have a very real documented history of STRAIGHT UP sending his fans to harass and threaten smaller creators, more notably women, trans, and bipoc creators. especially after he’s stolen typically very personal anecdotes so he could profit from them. so why can he do it but the second people are like “hey this guys an actual piece of shit.” and he can’t handle it suddenly people are trying to white knight his shit? like no he doesn’t get that. he doesn’t get that at all just because he couldn’t handle the consequences of his actions. 

what? were supposed to stay quiet about a man profiting off of other minorities because he wanted to be the spokesman for all gay people? people tried to solve this on a smaller, more private scales for YEARS and he kept doing it. it was clear that the giant public video was the ONLY way to get people to notice. HE WOULDVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH STEALING 87 FUCKING THOUSANDS WORTH OF DOLLARS. HE CANT HANDLE THE FACT HE CANT GET AWAY WITH IT. 

am i supposed to feel bad for the guy who basically threatened a trans woman with the police? i don’t care what anyone says, it’s so fucking obvious that he threatened jessie by implying he was getting the police involved in their conflict. what am i supposed to act like that didn’t happen? are we supposed to pretend like he didn’t glorify nazi’s and outright said that gay people made up a good chunk of the nazis? That he didnt say america joined ww2 bc they were jealous of the NAZIS. WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO FUCKING SAY THAT. but then? He gives women (not even women most of the time, he misgenders nonbinary ppl constantly) shit for writing mlm. are we supposed to act like he doesn’t straight-up sees himself superior and better than people of color and steals their works to put himself on a pedestal? Are we supposed to act like he didnt spit on our elders by saying “only the boring gays survived aids” like man! Fuck you! He BLANTANTLY MAKES UP HISTORY TO PUT HIMSELF ON A PEDESTAL!! HE ACTIVELY TRIED TO REWRITE LGBT HISTORY TO SUIT HIS FUCKED UP NARRATIVES!

yes this sucks ! no one deserves this but no one should be making him a martyr. Thats what he fucking WANTS! He wants to be immortalized as a victim!! (again, supposedly, it was reported hes alive but its not confirmed).

The shit he got isnt near the amount of fucking callous behavior hes done again and again. Again, to drill this point, EVEN IF HE DIDNT CALL THE POLICE HE THREATENED A TRANS WOMAN INTO THINKING HE DID!!! The fact he tried to use a head injury to justify years of the outright ghoulish shit fucking astounds me. Why the fuck did anyone in his life thought it was a good idea to let him TRY to come back. in the end, he had options. he didn’t need to try to make a comeback. HE DIDNT NEED TO FUCKING LIE OR IGNORE THE SHIT HE WAS CALLED OUT ON the reality is, he wanted to come back thinking he could shove it under the rug, was told that no dude, you’re not allowed to be a youtuber anymore. you’re done. you need to move on and went full nuclear. it’s not on anyone’s hands but his own. HES BEEN DOING THIS TO HIMSELF!! But nah man we cant call his shit out bc hell may or may not kill himself. Fuck the other minorities who have the same issues but worse and sometimes BECAUSE of him. This is going to SUCKKKK so bad when other ppl, specifically white gays, are going to weaponize this shit to get away with their stuff.

[karinasbaby]

pls save me @jaeyunluvr i beg i can’t do this no more

[t3chborb]

I'm one year older today, so I figured I gotta wrap a present or two~

.

..

...

... Wait...

... I got it backwards, didn't I...

... I'm supposed to be... uhh... the one opening gifts today...

... Oh, how incredibly silly of me...

Welp, I'm sure Ramattra doesn't mind~

[dangerpronebuddie]

Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @thekristen999 both of whom shared fics I cannot wait to read!! (And probably cry through 😁) 🩵💜

I have three more kiss prompts I'm working on, but since I already posted two and another whole fic this week, I'm trying to pace myself lol. We're all back in our shooting era (I never left 😅) so I'm hoping to get Eddie's second oh moment finished soon. I wrote this last night half asleep. Does it make sense? You tell me:

Loving Buck grew over time, like a vine in his chest, curling around his ribs and beneath his sternum to cradle his heart. The flowers bloomed before he even knew the vine was there. And now that he knows, now that he wants to feel the softness of the petals every time Buck's shoulder brushes his own, or admire the bright blooms every time Buck smiles- now that he knows he loves Buck, he can't. When he first met Buck, there might've been something there. Not exactly attraction, but… curiosity? Something about Buck made Eddie want to be close to him. And then they could've died together and Buck stepped into that ambulance with him without a second thought. Eddie was struggling to find help for Christopher, and too afraid to ask for it, but Buck brought him Carla without feeling like he had to ask. Then Shannon came back, and the vine that had been in his chest since they were kids came back to life and bloomed into bright yellow flowers he wanted to nurture and protect forever. Forever doesn't last long. So much happened in such a short time after that. The bombing, a tsunami, Chris' nightmares, Eddie's bruises. And a lawsuit that kept Buck separated from them. Maybe that's when the vine first started growing, trying to reach out of his chest in hopes of pulling Buck back. They had just lost Shannon, and the only other person Eddie wanted- needed- cut himself off. When they finally mended fences, the vine started growing again, and bloomed with blue flowers as bright as Buck's eyes even as they were splashed with blood. The shocked look on Buck's face flashes through Eddie's mind and he snaps his book shut as a reflex. Hen looks over at him from where she's sprawled across the other armchair. “What's wrong?” she asks. “You look like you saw a ghost.” Eddie glances around to see Buck and Chim both looking his way now. Fuck.

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[cathademia]

not to get back on my michael knowles bullshit

but he explicitly analogizes tomboys to "gargoyles" -- interesting, make life better, but should never be central to Christian life. Essentially should be pushed to the fringes the way a gargoyle makes a church more interesting on the outside but should never be the focus of the decorations. This is his way of reconciling the number of gender role nonconforming female Christians in the middle ages, which was the high point of Catholic life. (I say "gender ROLE nonconforming" here because there's not even a lot of evidence that many of these women were particularly masculine; they may have just been ambitious or something.)

i think it's a testament to my growing self esteem that this even bothers me. When I was younger I would have been totally fine with that ("at least he's not calling me a bad person!" "at least I'm included"). Christian life is meant to be applicable to everyone, and God doesn't make people wrong. For the people wondering if this means we'll just allow everything and lose all our standards, no-- you can literally be hardline about what virtue and sin are. But making up fake sins that don't exist is nonsensical

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

I have a request for poly Ozzie and Fizzarolli headcannons with an imp reader that Ozzie originally hired as a body guard for Fizz. The imp always has their skin bandaged up to the point none of it was visible and was very careful to keep it that way, but once in a relationship with the two they let them see that while their hair was a normal impish white their skin looked like a night sky filled with stars and galaxies. They didn't show it before because they didn't wanna be used for it but they felt safe trusting them with this secret. I just think it's an interesting idea so could you please do it?

Show me the Stars~

Youd have begun as a bodyguard for Fizz, which when you thought about it, made a lot of sense.

Fizz was an incredibly popular and obsessed over figure, being the right hand man of Asmodeus, you know, the embodiment of Lust he was in the lime light quite a bit.

Plus the twisted fan club of his, the club his Robo Fizz knock off's only helped fuel.

And so it made sense for him to have a bodyguard for when he wasn't with Asmodeus. You know, to fight off all those crazy bitches that practically licked the ground he walked upon.

Asmodeus went through an extensive vetting system to find just the right person to watch after his Fizzy-Pop, wanting someone interesting to entertain his Fizzy.

And well, you having your whole body bandaged, leaving not an inch of skin exposed, the Sin surprised how menacing You could be as an Imp.

And well, that was interesting, and he knew at the very least youd be entertaining for his Fizz.

Of course, while you seemed menacing to most, that being the purpose of your job. Fizzaroli just wanted to figure out what was under the wraps, that being the first thing he asked of you, you telling him bluntly you werent gonna tell him.

But that certainly didnt stop him from consistently asking, like, every 10 minutes. And since he was technically your boss, you couldn't do to much.

He'd pester you day in and day out, playfully wanting to know what was under the wraps.

And while you were happy to refute him, telling him your job wasn't to answer questions, or show him your body, this would only make Fizz even more curious.

And while you could handle his pestering you with questions and requests, but when he physically tried to remove your bandages, you'd snap.

You'd pin him down, wrapping his own arm around his throat, telling him harshly if he ever did that again you'd choke him to death, regardless of what Sin was signing your paycheck.

But you couldnt help but get a little flustered when he tried to be playful and asked you to choke him harder. Stumbling back before telling him to keep his hands to himself.

After that he would keep his hands to himself, he'd just turn up the questions to 11, asking what was under the bandages every five minutes.

It got so bad, you'd make a deal, if he could guess what was under there, specifically, you'd tell him. Giving him a single guess a day.

Youd also be let into the more private aspects of his lifestyle, seeing how he and Asmodeus interacted in private, including more then an eyeful of just how physical they could be, you often seeing them in the first steps of fucking.

And hearing the rest, not paid enough to actually watch them fuck. Although you knew most would happily pay to see it.

Asmodeus would take an interest in you too, but he was much more eloquent about it.

He'd ask, never pushing it, but planting little seeds of interest, genuinely trying to get to know you.

And while you weren't the most hospitable of persons, you did mingle with the Sin on occasion, the two of you developing something of a playful relationship. After all, it wasn't every day you got to mingle with a Sin.

As Fizz' bodyguard, you spent an overwhelming amount of time with the pair, more so Fizz then Asmodeus, but you saw the Sin plenty, as much as the half robo jester even.

And while you'd try and stay all buisness, keeping up your cold, serious persona. The two of them would chip away at that harsh facade, until you were almost comfortable around them. Or at least, you weren't openly hostile.

And yes, despite being hired to literally protect him, after the little bandage incident you came to dislike the jester, almost hating him.

But over time, and after Fizz apologised, genuinely sorry, you'd steadily warm up to him, the two of you even having a game.

Every day, Fizz would get a single guess on why you wore full body bandages, and if he was right, you'd show him.

He'd had a bunch of guesses. There was the usual, scars, burns, ugly birthmarks or disfigurements, you always telling him he was wrong, the jester becoming more and more irritated.

His guesses became more and more fantastical. Your favourite so far was 'getting mauled while hunting wyvern'. That one actually making you laugh.

Asmodeus would also take part in the game, and as befitting his lustful status, he guessed, 'being scratched up by a pack of Succubus mid orgy', and again, you had a little laugh, the Sin eager to play along.

Your bond with the pair only grew stronger over the months, until you dare say, you were friendly. Damn near a third member of the gang, although you stayed out of the spotlight and bedroom, only ever stepping in if a fan got a little overzelous.

But over the months, youd steadily get closer to the pair, you'd even begin flirting back, the pair having been flirting with you since day one just loving that. Fizz more so then Asmodeus with... mixed results.

And over the months, your flirting and playful jabs only got more bold, becoming more and more comfortable with the pair.

It'd all acumulate one night. The three of you'd be hanging out in the Sins penthouse.

Now you, being a professional that totally didn't flirt with his employer, didn't drink. Buuut after a little convincing from a certain embodiment of Lust, you'd have a drink, one! That may have maybe tricked you and turned into several, the three of you quickly getting liquored up.

Youd talk, you'd swap stories, you'd have a good laugh.

You'd keep drinking, The Sin and his jester slowly getting physical.

Youd all talk a little over your life, the Sin and Jester venting a little on the burdens they endured, until the conversation turned to you. And after several moments, Fizz bluntly asked why you wear the bandages.

You tell him bluntly that wasn't how the game was played. But this time he pressed you.

Fizz would scoff, telling you you didn't need to hide, I mean, he was pretty fucked up as well.

He'd get close, showing you how his cybernetics met his flesh, showing his own shame, the Imp telling you its not something he's proud of, but he doesn't mind sharing with you.

He trusted you.

Youd be taken aback by that, not sure how to respond, staring at your half finished drink for several moments.

But it'd be after Ozzie leaned down, cupping your chin and telling you you didn't have to worry, they both cared for you. There was no judgements.

Youd sit there for several moments, conflicted on what to do, until you sighed, looking them both over.

Youd get up, giving a bit of a stretch, before slowly working on the bandages.

Youd do it slowly, revealing your mess of white hair first, that getting some 'ooh's' and 'aaahs' from the pair.

Youd loosen up the bandages across the body, before with skills only gained from years of bandaging yourself, you slid off most of the bandages in a single move.

And in a single move, you revealed yourself to them for the first time, your whole body looked... other worldly.

Literally.

Your body was marked like a star map, the whole thing beautiful, yet inconceivable.

You'd show more, showing the many galaxies and constellations that marked your form, the whole thing both strange, but also incredibly beautiful.

The two would be in awe, never having guessed you'd look like that under all those bandages.

Your skin was both difficult, but entrancing to look at, both Asmodeus and Fizzaroli staring at you in utter awe.

Several moments would pass before Asmodeus would reach out, cupping you little face in his giant hand, he'd tell you softly, you were beautiful, Fizzy eagerly agreeing.

That would break something in you, you breaking down, the Sin quickly pulling you into his chest, holding you close as you sobbed your little heart out.

The two would hold you close, letting you let out all that pent up fear, finally feeling like you didn't need to hide yourself any longer.

Once all the tears were shed, you'd be laid on the Sin's chest, curled up with Fizzy into his mass of fluff.

He'd run a hand up and down your back, the man asking why youd keep such a sight hidden.

And so, after several moments, you'd tell him you kept yourself hidden because of people like, well, him.

A powerful demon like himself could easily take claim and ownership of an Imp, and with a skin like your own, well, you could get a lot of attention from powerful demons for such a thing.

Asmodeus was a little erked that you'd lumped him in with all those sickos.

Buuut, then again, he'd done more fucked up shit then he could remember, so, he couldnt be too annoyed over it.

Nothing would happen that night, but the next morning, waking up with the two of them, Fizz would rather bluntly ask if youd like to... make it a threesome.

You were a little hesitant, still distrustful of... anyone.

But when Asmodeus reached out, cupping your face and tenderly telling you they'd take it as slow as you'd like, you'd agree, the three of you becoming an unofficial poly relationship.

Youd still wear your bandages when out and about, something they were both kinda upset over, but they didn't push it too far, especially this early into your little threesome.

And during the day it'd be business as usual, you keeping up your usual tough guy facade, keeping your bodyguard persona on. But when alone with the pair, you lightened up significantly.

Youd joke and laugh, and most importantly, you went without the bandages.

Sex would... happen. Eventually.

Youd be a total virgin, having never let anyone get even slightly close enough to do such lewd things.

This was like Christmas for the pair, getting delightful reactions to every little thing they did. Plus, your junk was all stary, which was just great for the pair.

And my, Asmo and Fizz absolutely tormented you.

They ran you through pleasures your pretty little brain couldn't begin to comprehend.

Youd ended up a moaning, drooling mess more then once. The pair showing your stary form absolute adoration, melting your mind in pleasure.

And over the weeks, you'd steadily become more and more comfortable, even playing back when Fizz would get all playful with you, or when Ozzie made a playful remark, you'd snap back with your own joke.

Youd begin lightening up throughout the day, you were always stern or serious, but when with Fizz or Asmodeus, you began acting like, well, like a lover. And more often then not, when Fizz got all playful, you'd play back, the two of you usually found flirting, or playing around.

Youd also slipped of plenty of times to "assure his security", usually assuring it multiple times in a nearby closet, or private room.

Youd continue spending your nights together, baring it all in what Asmodeus called, "Showing them the stars."

He never made an issue over it, but Asmo would really want you to be comfortable being all natural outside the bedroom.

He wanted to show all of Hell your dazzling form, but he wanted it to be your choice. He wanted you to show the world your true self willingly.

He'd broach the subject a few times, usually in passing conversation, but he would eventually broach the subject proper.

You were naturally resistant, not trusting you'd be safe all... exposed like that.

But he made sure to bring up you were under his protection now, so you were about as safe as you could get, it's not like some other demon could mess with you while under his protection. Well, unless Lucifer wanted to play, but how likely was that.

But even with that, you were hesitant.

So, Ozzie played it smart. He slowly normalised the idea to you, getting you outfits that accentuated your natural form, showing a little more skin himself, and just being all round supportive as possible.

It'd take weeks of positive reinforcement, until in a rather lewd moment, the embodiment of lust made you promise to show your real self, you making that promise, mind clouded by pleasure.

And he'd hold you to that promise, even if it was a little manipulative.

He wouldn't make it super obvious, it'd just be a regular work day, you walking in, in your usual attire, except well... you were finally visible to all.

You were awkward the entire day, being stared at by everyone, Fizz and Asmodeus both fawning over you the entire day, making you even more flustered.

Youd go full bare from then on, despite your wish to re bandage, quickly becoming well known for your star-marked skin. And well, after a while you found it wasn't as bad as you thought itd be, but much of that was due to Asmodeus' protecting you.

Who knew what a prince or king of hell could do to you if not for him.

With your grand reveal, both Asmo and Fizz became even more depraved, the two 'rewarding you' for your bravery Over, and over, and over, and over.

Needless to say, your sex life picked right up, especially without having to wait for you to unwrap, sex turning up to 11.

Your relationship would never be fully public, Asmodeus having to protect his image, an image that didn't allow things like genuine romance.

But you were quite the threesome. A half-robot-Imp-jester, an Imp with a Star-mapped-skin and the literal embodiment of Lust.

So you kept it behind closed doors, your relationship only becoming more intense and Sexually charge. And while the public would never know about it, you had a very intimate and loving relationship.

[foursaints]

what did you think of ttpd!! we gotta know

[targaros]

Fun fact, did you know that juvenile slugcats are not bound by the cycle? Instead when they die, they go to some place called "hell." I wonder how that happened lmao.

What is "hell"?

[miasmaghoul]

oh swiss and the ghoulettes definitely stalk the sisters of sin together that’s become canon in my mind after you reblogged that hunter’s moon video

Now THERE'S a fun idea.

Creepy, evil murder ghouls under the cut!

They choose her together.

She's a young thing, willowy and pale. She never sees them, but she can feel their presence. The pressure of eyes on her, making her heart race and her palms sweat.

The song is the worst part. Lilting words in a language she doesn't have a grasp of yet, too new to have it memorized. It follows her, she swears it. In the halls, on the grounds, even in her room at night. She doesn't sleep anymore. Not since her window started to rattle in the dark.

Still, she never sees them.

Never sees them sitting in the rafters of the chapel, watching her kneel and pray. They, of course, take full advantage of her obliviousness.

Swiss uses his shadows to obscure them all, and to snake down the wall. Uses them to lock the heavy wooden doors to the ornate chamber they're haunting, her one route of escape. If she heard the bolt slide, she doesn't show it.

Cumulus and Cirrus send phantom breezes to rustle her habits, sourceless wind that makes her jolt. Makes her look around with wide, baggy eyes. It's been weeks since she slept through the night.

Sunshine pulls the light from the room then, the warmth pouring through massive stained glass windows fading away. Aurora adds her own icy chill, an uncomfortable stillness settling into the air. The sister shivers, hugs her chest and heads for the door.

Swiss's shadows track her, melting into her retreating silhouette to. He can taste her fear through them, can her her racing heartbeat. Can feel her breath stutter when she pulls the door and finds it immovable.

"No," they hear her whisper, rattling the heavy iron handle, "no, no no -" She pounds the door with a closed fist, shouts for help. A fruitless effort, the ghouls know. No one will answer. No one ever does.

She tires quickly, so exhausted from weeks of torment. Of invisible eyes and shivery voices. Of little gifts left on her pillow at night - rat bones, a dead rose, photos of her in the library and the kitchens. Of the constant feeling of being watched and having no one understand. Having no one believe.

Once she sags against the door, once she looses one last whispered plea, the ghouls grin at one another in the dark.

One by one, they begin to sing.

Aurora is the one to start them off, her voice high and piercing. The first notes have their prey's shoulders going stiff. She spins in place, whipping her head around for the source of that unholy melody. Sunshine sings next, and the sister claps her hands over her ears.

"No," she says again, and oh does she sound fragile. "Please, please no -"

It's Cumulus's turn then, her rich words filling the gaps between Aurora and Sunshine. The sister slides down the door with a sob, shaking her head and tucking her knees to her chest. Rocking in place while she begs for the aural torment to stop.

If only she could be so lucky.

Cirrus rests a hand on Swiss's back, uses her power to amplify his voice, the sister flinches like she's been hit. It forces her eyes open, and just as their demonic chorus reaches its crescendo Swiss finally drops his shadowy veil. Reveals himself and his fellow hunters to their poor, vulnerable little lamb.

They descend together, floating down on an unearthly breeze, and as they reveal shining fangs and razor-sharp claws the sister can't even find it in herself to scream.

She's no more than a red stain and cracked bones once they've had their fill, bones that will be gifted to Mountain for use as fertilizer. No point in letting their leftovers go to waste.

"She was sweet," Cumulus coos, licking a stray streak of blood from her finger. "Too skinny though, I'm gonna have her in my teeth for days." She sucks at her fangs and Swiss huffs out a chuckle.

"I dunno, I kinda like the chew," he lilts, running lazy fingers through Aurora's platinum waves. Cumulus snorts.

"You're hardly a food critic," she teases. "I've seen the things you put in that mouth." Swiss responds with a lewd gesture, licking at the air through a vee of his fingers, and all it does is serve to prove the ghoulette's point.

Cumulus hums to herself as she collects the bones they've left, Swiss shifting his attention to where Sunshine and Cirrus are busy grooming each other. After a moment the little ghoulette in his lap chirps, and Swiss peers over her shoulder. He finds her turning a small bone form the sister's hand between two elegant fingers. He noses behind her ear, inhaling the scent of wintry air and fruity shampoo.

"You wanna pick the next one, Ro?"

The others glance over when he says it, Aurora herself tipping her head back to look up at the ghoul. He gives her tiny waist a squeeze, and the ghoulette smiles.

"Yeah," she trills, leaning up to nip at Swiss's throat. "I think I do."

"Aww, our baby girl is growing up so fast!" Sunshine feigns wiping a tear from her cheek. "All ready to hunt, I'm so proud!" Her words are so very playful, and with a giggle she dodges the bone Aurora chucks at her head.

Tomorrow, their game will begin anew.

[thebusytypewriter]

Alright after this saga, I'm pleased to say that Narinder and Kaliaphra have successfully made a second egg. The reason I'm laughing my ass off about it though?

Kali what. What in the hell did you do to him in there.

[kraviolis]

Belos: I’m going to raise Luz as my daughter and ensure that she remains pure and loyal to me.

Also Belos: I’m going to let the 7-years-old clone of my brother take care of her I’m sure he’ll be able to do that.

you joke but thats LITERALLY his entire thought process at first. he's so isolated and arrogant that he couldnt possibly comprehend the idea that luz wouldnt see him as her father despite the fact he literally told hunter he was going to be her older brother and never once encouraged hunter to see him as anything but an uncle.

i attribute this to the fact that philip is an orphan who only ever knew his blood brother as his only caretaker, so he sorta took having a brother for granted and didn't realize that was something you could want rather than something that just Is.

(also caleb was the only person philip ever truly knew + loved and even well into his 300s he never once picked up a child psychology book and realized that Perhaps His Worldview Was Skewed Because Of That.)

he literally like. could not comprehend the idea that you could even choose your own family outside of like. being adopted by someone. thats the other thing with him being so annoyingly christian in this AU, he was taught that your blood family (esp yr parents) is always the most important thing in your life & you should always be grateful to them no matter what.

(this is another factor into why he keeps making grimwalkers. in his own twisted viewpoint, it's him giving caleb another chance. and another. and another-- at least in this specific characterization of him.)

philip thought that him adopting luz would mean she would immediately be eternally grateful to him and call him father and the whole nine yards. but he forget to actually express that expectation until it was too late (aka until he heard her call him uncle for the first time)

honestly, hes not MAD about it. he's just sorta :( about it bcus hes not actually insane and can still logically think like "she did say she had just lost her real father to an illness its perfectly reasonable for her to not want to replace him" (he doesnt think it outloud but he also enjoys living thru her vicariously

but also later on as she gets older it gets to a point where he's like "ok its been years now why isnt she trying to replace him yet" bcus he thinks its a normal + healthy part of the grieving process to replace the person you lost (figuratively or, in his case, Literally)