#they love each other they terrify each other they envy each other they adore each other they are blinded by each other they shine brighter

[tomato-ace]

karen was going down the slide at the park next to tokyo tower when hikari told her she was going to move to london and they were going to be separated for a long time

12 years later from the top of that same slide karen reached out her hand to hikari who took it and climbed up to stand beside her as they decided to try and win the auditions together

[mochatsin]

School Play

There’s another school play in which you act as the main lead because Simeon thought you’d be perfect for the role, there’s no need to cast anyone else (much to Asmo’s dismay). He’s seen your performances before, and you’re one of the easiest actors to work with compared to the brothers that constantly got their lines wrong during rehearsals. Simeon can get frustrated, and it seems that the brothers feel the same way, if not terrified of the angel’s sudden change in attitude as soon as he plays the director. You’re just relieved he’s not that way towards you.

Of course, who wouldn’t want to see a play written by Christopher Peugeot himself. The theme was a thrilling love story wherein the hero would have to go through a long journey to rescue the one they love, which was you. They would meet so many characters that would either support the hero or become an obstacle on his way to defeat the cruel lord that locked you up. 

You’re the main love interest, and you sat on the side watching as everyone else in the room debated and fought each other on why they should have the main lead role, why they should be the hero who would rescue you. Seeing as how the atmosphere in the room is starting to have murderous intent, Simeon finally thought of a solution that would be fair to everyone. Draw lots. 

That’s how you ended up with Solomon as your hero, and Barbatos acting as the main villain and the rest playing a support role. They either help Solomon with the journey or act as one of Barbatos’ minions to try to stop him from his advances. Everyone could only blame their luck, though to say that Solomon was happy about his part is an understatement. Meanwhile, Barbatos does adore the parts where he keeps you all to himself, however he does not enjoy the scene where he had to terrorize a town since Diavolo’s character, a commoner (which he loves to play), is one of the victims that the hero finds which eventually sets the tone of the play to move forward. It takes a lot for Barbatos not to run to his master’s side while he was acting out his death.

Solomon is always ready to rehearse his scenes with you, and when it’s about lines talking about you, Simeon is impressed at how quickly he can memorize them. But then again, if they’re all about how much he adores you then it’s not difficult to remember at all. Lucifer and the others hate playing supporting characters where they have to hear about how much Solomon loves you. It’s bad enough they had to play the role of helping him, but there are several minutes of dialogue with his character telling them how important you are to him and how he needs to find you quickly! It took several practice rehearsals for Mammon to say his lines without sounding so forced or annoyed at him when his role is to literally help Solomon through the journey. 

Levi is quite happy with his role as the costume designer because there’s no way his envy wouldn’t flare up if he had to stand there and listen to that. That would’ve flooded the stage if he lost all control, so he decides to use headphones and blast music when it’s Solomon’s scene and only take it off once it’s you.

Satan would play the role of the narrator, and while he normally enjoys the part he got, it’s quite irritating that he has to tell the love story between you two, even if it’s merely a work of fiction. His claws threatened to tear holes into the script, but he kept himself calm and collected. They decided to put a leather cover binding to avoid that happening, and Satan actually likes how his own personal script looks like a book now. 

Lucifer is questioning why Simeon would write such a piece, given how most lines are so sickening and romantic. The angel wanted to tell a tale of lovers that could overcome everything, though he omits the fact that he really did have you in mind when he was writing this. Maybe he projected a little too much of his feelings, but the play still had more elements regardless that a lot of the audience would be able to enjoy. The action, the drama, and the tension that could keep everyone at the edge of their seats. 

What Simeon did not expect is for the brother’s self control to snap. Maybe he should’ve thought about that when he wrote down that kiss scene. It’s a page he kept between you and Solomon, as he knew that rehearsals would’ve been a disaster if they knew how the story would actually end. Of course he did ask for your permission, if this is something you’re comfortable with and he would rewrite the part if he needed. You don’t mind, and you understand why this was kept private. 

So when the day of the play came, everything was going smoothly. At least according to Simeon’s high standards.

Solomon and Barbatos really do seem to play the perfect role. A good villain doesn't need to yell, it comes with the composure they bring in the story that sometimes people wonder if Barbatos is really acting. The fight scenes were also phenomenal whenever Solomon would use some sort of imagery magic to make it more realistic, sparkes and effects flying in the air as they fought until Barbatos eventually fled, claiming defeat but he will be back for you one day. 

What the brothers thought was a successful play became something they dreaded when you and Solomon continued the scene. These were lines they’ve never heard before, and it doesn’t take a genius to guess where this was heading. Satan is furiously flipping through the script trying to see where this was coming from, but this part was hidden from the Avatars on purpose. 

“Oh how I longed to hold you like this in my arms.” Solomon says as he pulls you in an embrace that lingered longer than the brothers would like while they watched from backstage. 

“Did you truly miss me that much?” You say, meant to be a half tease to the hero as you returned the hug. It’s a romantic reunion that the audience has been waiting for. 

“More than you could ever think.” Solomon sounds so convincing. He says his lines as if you two were truly apart for so long, that there’s disbelief in his voice like this was all a dream and he would wake up to find that his journey is not over, that you were still locked away. But he has you in his arms, and that’s all he needs to ground himself. “Each time I see the crescent moon, I’m reminded of the smile that graced your lips. It pains me whenever I turn to my side and realize that you’re weren’t with me.”

Solomon brushes the hair away from your face before cupping your cheek, looking at you so lovingly that you feel your heart skip a beat, almost forgetting that you’re acting out a scene. But to the sorcerer, he doesn’t need to act. “Tell me, will you grace me with those lips?” He asks, and that’s the cue for you to slowly lean forward to seal the deal. 

“HOLD IT!” 

Both if you freeze before turning back to see Mammon pointing the sword prop at Solomon. The sorcerer is confused, and perhaps a little irritated that his moment with you was ruined. It would’ve been a perfect way to end the play. “What are you doing?” Solomon asks with furrowed brows. 

“That’s my line! Get ya grimy hands off em!” Mammon growled, taking a few steps forward. 

“You’re not even supposed to be part of this narrative.” Solomon reminds the demon, warning him for ruining the scene. 

“You claim that as so,” Satan says as he appears by his brother’s side in a puff of green flames, looking quite pissed. “How dare you rewrite the ending to your liking, and then use the Narrative as your shield. You should be ashamed of yourself, filthy thief.” the demon hissed as he threw the script he fashioned into a book  across the stage. The brothers fully believed they were deceived with the script, and that Solomon had something to do with it.

The audience are now all captivated at the scene unfolding before their eyes as they watched the Narrator throw the book across. Perhaps the book told the whole scene, and that Solomon actually rewrote the ending according to his will since they assumed that script was an actual prop to keep the story going. “Was the hero actually manipulating the whole scene?” “What a crazy twist!” “Wait, so who's the real lover?” “Were they tricked to think that Solomon was the real love interest?!”. Whispers rang in the air as they were all made to believe this was still part of the play

That might be the only way for them to salvage what could’ve been a successful performance: to keep acting. Solomon reluctantly lets go of you before standing up to face the two demons. “I can’t believe you all would cause a scene, after all we’ve been through. After all they’ve been through.” Solomon says as he gestures to you, who is just as confused as the crowd. 

“Ah, so you acknowledge our efforts and yet you get to keep them for yourself?” Belphie steps in on the other side of the stage, with Beel following behind him. “Kinda greedy isn’t it? Even greedier than him.” Belphie says while pointing at Mammon. That somehow got the audience to laugh. 

“That’s pretty selfish too, and that’s coming from me!” Asmo finally chimes in, holding onto his tulle costume while he stomps into the stage. He wouldn’t let his brothers steal all the spotlight, and there was also no way he was going to let Solomon just kiss you like that on the stage. If it were him instead, you both would be the talk of the week! “Honestly dear, that’s quite a big low. Even for someone like you.” 

Simeon is just thankful that Lucifer and Levi didn’t even chime in on this monstrous mess of a show, he has their pride and anxiety (respectively) to thank for. Despite the sudden improv show, it seems that it captured the audience’s attention… just not in the way that he hoped.

Solomon is now putting you behind him with a magic spell flaring by the palm of his hand. Nothing harmful, just something that’s more flashy than anything. The other demons are closing in on you both, trying to make up lines on why you should choose them. Of course, a fight breaks out and everyone in the audience cheered for whoever they were rooting for to win while you stayed behind and watched the chaos unfold. 

It took one wrong spell after another for the boys to lay on the ground, groaning after Satan and Solomon’s stun lock spell collided into something bigger that it affected everyone in the stage except you since you stayed behind. You wondered what you could say or do to salvage this as the audience is watching intently on what happens next. 

Thankfully, Lucifer finally steps on the stage, calm and collected as ever while he tries to avoid the groaning actors. He played as one of the Barbatos’ henchmen that Solomon defeated, so seeing his reappearance was definitely a shock to the crowd. You prayed that Lucifer has a plan on getting you out of this mess without ruining the play you all worked so hard for. Luckily, Simeon told him a few lines that could salvage the play and save you from the embarrassment.

He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it, a small smirk appearing on his face before he continues. “I’m here to collect you, under my master’s orders. It seems that he was right, that none of these heroes were ever deserving of your heart.” Lucifer says while he stares at his idiotic brothers with discontent, managing to stay in character just like you hoped. “Luckily, we don’t need to rely on cheap tricks and underhanded tactics.” 

Solomon groans, rubbing his eyes profusely but his vision won’t focus yet due to the spell. “Don’t listen to them…” He says, desperately trying to reach out to you. Lucifer only lets out a low chuckle as he watches how pathetic the hero has become.

“Come with us, and we’ll be sure to prove them wrong.” His line is full of confidence with a slight mischief, and the crowd cheers as the lights go dark and the curtains drop, signaling the end of the play. 

What should’ve ended in a happy love story became some sort of twist. People now assume the hero might’ve manipulated the scene which they find amusing if the good guy of the story was not who they pictured to be, and the villains may actually have a shot of winning your heart. It’s the talk of the school, and people are praising Simeon for writing such a crazy plot twist, which he finds a little frustrating since it’s the only part he didn’t actually plan. He’s not sure if he wants to thank the brother’s recklessness or not. 

Even after Simeon explained the hidden parts that were reserved just for you and Solomon since he expected something like this could happen at the rehearsals, he never really anticipated that they would jump in the scene like that on the actual performance itself. Now he has to write another play in the future as many expressed their wish to see what happens between you and the dark lord Barbatos. 

Needless to say, many of the brothers were strung upside down by their feet after the show.

[neos127]

WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY

pairing. spider-man!jake x gn!reader genre. fluff + hcs notes. had to make this bc i’ve been a spider-man fan for like 2827282 years and i love jake sooooo ! wc. 1.4k

• EVEN though he’s a wall crawling superhero who can stop a bus with his bare hands, spider-man jake is a complete nerd who can’t pull a girl. despite his charming good looks and gorgeous smile, he is avoided like the plague (like all spider-man movies which makes no sense bc they’re hot !!!)

• but somehow, he was able to get your attention. you, the person who was liked and envied by a lot of people in school. you were on track to a good college and had a stellar internship at oscorp. you were absolutely perfect in jake’s eyes- and he was in yours.

• jake never made the first move with you, too scared of rejection. he was surprised when you suddenly spoke to him one day, asking if he was okay after getting into an altercation with flash thompson. “you know my name?” he stuttered, blushing when you laughed at the question. “well of course, but i just wanted to make sure you knew your name. seemed like you hit your head pretty hard.”

• after that it seemed as if the two of you ran into each other everywhere. on the street, in the library and even this one cafe that jake often went to. this helped jake get to know you more and fall even more in love with you.

• jake was always flustered around you and you noticed it. his ears or cheeks were red when you directed your attention onto him and you picked up on his nervous habit of playing with his glasses. it was adorable and made you constantly question why none of the girls in your school wanted him.

• whenever the two of you would study at the library, jake had trouble keeping his eyes off you. you were so pretty when focused and it just made his heart flutter. when you became so tired to where your eyes started drooping, jake began to finish your homework for you. you scolded him for it, but he didn’t mind, wanting to help you out in any way he could.

• your first date with jake was a disaster when the boy forgot his own strength out of nerves and collapses the table you were about to eat dinner on. jake made an amazing home cooked meal for the both of you at his aunts place for your first date. he felt embarrassed about not being able to take you anywhere fancy but you brushed it off and gushed about how romantic he was. unfortunately jake had no idea how to act normal around you and caused the dinning table to break. you were in shock that the legs gave out simply by him leaning on it, but jake just assured you that it was a really old table.

• when the two of you became official, jake desperately wanted to tell you his secret, but he also doesn’t want to put you in danger. it was hard to keep making excuses, but he couldn’t get you involved in his dangerous lifestyle. you started to become suspicious and a bit insecure in the relationship. all you wanted was for jake to trust you, not understanding why he wouldn’t tell you what was going on with him.

• when you’ve had enough and tell the boy that you need a break, he nearly looses his shit. jake was hoping to stay in a relationship with you without having to mention his alter-ego, but he soon realized that was a stupid dream. later that night he ended up knocking on your window as spider-man which was honestly terrifying from your perspective. you thought that maybe you had done something illegal and he was going to take you in. as soon as you opened the window, you began to word vomit.

“i know i should’ve watched the movie in theaters instead of an illegal website but im saving my money for this new purse i want!”

“huh?”

• jake takes his mask off in the midst of your rambling, causing you to stop short. your jaw was on the floor for about a minute and the silence made jake was to take a dive out of your window. before you could speak, he began to explain everything, reassuring you that the lie had been tearing him apart inside. he had only wanted to protect you. you cut off his rambling with a kiss, telling the boy that you forgave him and that it was killing you to be away from him.

• you had a lot of questions about his powers, wanting to know what exactly he could do. it always made you giggle to see him stick to the ceiling so he would often do that when you were sad. seeing that cute smile on your face was enough to make his whole day.

• jake offered to take you swinging around the city one day but you denied him at first. you weren’t too big on heights and was terrified that he would drop you. “i’m the strongest man in the world how could i drop you?” he asked, making you roll your eyes and grudgingly agree. turns out— the experience was terrifying and jake accidentally released you from his hold mid air. he caught you shortly after, but the mini free fall you took made you demand that he take you to the ground. you didn’t talk to him for about an hour afterwards until he bought you your favorite ice cream.

• jake is the definition of golden retriever. it’s insane how bubbly and giddy this man is…does he ever get mad?? you often wonder. even with all the stress he’s under from being spider-man he’s just so happy. he claims it’s because you’re now in his life.

• one time jake crawled into your room, badly bruised and bloodied causing you to freak out. you immediately dropped your homework on your bed, racing over to the boy. he flashed you a weak smile as you set him up in your desk chair, trying to reassure you, but it was useless. as you fixed him up with whatever you could find in your first aid kit, you scolded him about not being more careful. he stayed silent and took it, knowing that you cared about him deeply and hated to see him in such a condition.

• randomly one night you asked why he still wore glasses even though his eyesight had been fixed after the spider bite. he claimed that it reminded him of how his life used to be, and he found comfort in the normalcy of it. you could never understand, but you emphasized and told him that the look was very attractive. jake couldn’t hide the blush that spread across his face.

• this boy’s metabolism is absolutely insane. if you cook dinner for the both of you, he has about four servings before he’s finally full. he’ll also eat all the snacks in your fridge, so it’s best to not get too attached to whatever’s in your fridge. it’s astounding to you how he still manages to keep his body the same, but you assume it’s because of his powers.

• he will go on the nerdiest rants ever and because you love jake so much, you listen. when it happens to be about physics or math, you kind of tune out, focusing on his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. sometimes if he starts to ramble, you’ll lean over and kiss him, making the boy’s face flush red.

• patching jake up after his patrol usually ends up with the two of you making out on the floor. it doesn’t go very far when jake starts wincing because of whatever pain he is in, but you love the feeling of his lips on yours whatever chance you get.

• he almost lost you to one of the villains he was fighting and it had to have been the scariest experience of his life. jake could never imagine life without you, and seeing you injured simply because you knew spider-man made his head hurt. you tried reassuring him that you were alright multiple times, but jake didn’t listen as he cried and held you in his arms. it was a close call, and he wouldn’t have it happen again.

• despite his busy schedule with school and spider-man duties, he tries his best to make time for you and spoils you rotten when he can. he’s such a sweetheart and lives for the smile on your face whenever you see him.

• spider-man jake is truly the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

©neos127

[mynahx3]

One Moment Was All It Took

Helloo!! This is a blerp inspired by @envy-of-the-apple Yandere! Satoru Soulmate Headcanon. I wanted to write a little something inspired by it. Hope you enjoy! There will be more parts to the story, hehehehe >;3 This story will be dark!! MDNI** Warning to those that are uncomfortable with obsessive love, proceed at your own risk. Masterlist

Satoru never planned on coming to that cafe; it was a last minute option because his favorite was closed for renovations. It was the closest place on his way to Jujutsu Tech that made his morning strawberry croissant with coffee (more like a pound of sugar and milk). Now, he thought, as he walked, he couldn’t be happier with the detour. 

He stood to the side with the other people in the morning rush, each one waiting for their caffeine to start the day. Hearing his order number, he goes to get his food, still texting someone on his phone. While reaching for it, he came into contact with someone who was also not paying attention. The woman jumped when she felt another hand grab hers, looking up to see a tall man with white hair and a blindfold. She apologized to the man with an awkward laugh. Not thinking anything of the contact between them, but to him, it was a moment that changed his entire being. 

Looking at her with wide eyes after quickly removing his blindfold, he was taken aback. This was the only person who had evaded his Six Eyes and Limitless technique without even trying. She was just a nobody, albeit a cute one, a civilian with no cursed energy whatsoever. Time was slowing down for him. as he gazed at her in disbelief. He couldn't shake the feeling that their meeting was no mere coincidence. The realization left him both exhilarated and terrified at the same time, knowing that their fates were now intertwined in ways he couldn't yet comprehend. He'd heard stories about Jujutsu sorcerers finding their soulmates who were immune to their techniques, but he never believed them.

He was engrossed in their eyes; the steaming coffee was left untouched on the counter. She remained in place, clear as day. The rest of the world, with its blinding brightness and sheer detail, almost gave him a migraine. For once, he had to actually look at someone to see them—not just a mass of cursed energy and molecules; he truly saw them. Their face is a breath of fresh air for the man. 

“Sorry bout that.” She smiled, handing him his paper bag with his pastry. Their hands touched once more as he took it from her. The mere contact sent lightning down his spine from his fingers, and goosebumps formed along his arms. She was in casual attire, and her hands were soft and warm. “I thought I heard them call my number.” 

She's adorable. Gazing down at her with his usual endearing expression, he muses. 

“You’re fine.” He smiled, continuing to look over her, taking all of her in. His heart thumped loudly in his chest; he was scared she could hear it. 

She smiles softly and nods to him before returning to wait for her own food, believing their interaction had ended. Ignoring the way he watched her, she fidgeted with her sleeve from his intense gaze. To her relief , the barista called out her number a second later. She quickly grabbed her food and walked away, nodding him goodbye politely with a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. One that sent a shiver down his spine at the sight.

Satoru watched as she left, turning on his heel to go after the woman with haste, leaving his food behind. He wanted to know more about her. No, he needed to. Blood pumped in his veins as he ran behind her, easily moving through the crowd. Not one person was able to touch him, all except for her. Grabbing her hand, he turned her to him a bit roughly. This surprised her greatly, making her gasp in shock at him.

“You're really pretty. Would I be able to get your number?” Satoru asked, looking at the woman with anticipation, still holding her hand. He liked how her hand felt in his. With an awkward smile, she tries to take her hand back, pulling slightly to be free. He gives in, letting her hand fall back to her side. 

“Thank you, sir… You seem nice, but… I have a fiancé." She tells him, raising her left hand for him to see. On her ring finger was a pathetic, small stone with a silver band. Something he knew he could do better than a million times over. Still, he didn't relent, stepping closer to her.

"I can be better." He boldly stated this, stepping closer again. Her eyes widened in surprise at his audacity, unsure of how to respond to his persistence. The tension between them grew as she struggled to maintain her composure. Clearly nervous, she fiddled with her ring, pursing her lips together at the stranger.

"I appreciate the interest, but I have to respectfully decline." She told him, stepping back from him. The obvious discomfort seen in her eyes and body language made it clear that she was not interested in his advances. He visibly deflates at this, his jaw clenching at the rejection. Brows furrowing as he looked down at her.

"Don't you even want to get to know me?" His tone was teasing as he tilted his head, his blue eyes analyzing her. His hands were going into his pockets as he smiled down at her.

She shook her head, looking to the side as the busy commuters walked around them, making her more anxious as she fidgeted with her ring. A few people looked their way as they stood in the middle of the sidewalk, clearly annoyed by the obstruction.

"I'm sure you're a great guy, but I'm just not interested," she replied firmly. Looking back up at him, she gasped, not expecting him to be towering over her so quickly, having only looked away for a second. His intense gaze made her shake more, her gut telling her to run. She steps back slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes. His large hand moved to cup her cheek, the other resting on her waist, a little too low for her liking.

"Cute." He smiles, revealing a row of perfectly straight teeth, his blue eyes wide. "I like a challenge," he added, sending a chill down her spine.

Frowning, she slapped his hand from her face and pushed him away, confident he wouldn't do anything else with the people surrounding them. Her patience ran thin at his insistence, despite her clear discomfort. She squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze with defiance.

"I'm not interested," she stated firmly, hoping he would finally get the message and leave her alone.

"I don't like being told no." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I always get what I want," he whispered, causing her heart to race with fear. She took a step back, trying to maintain her composure and not show any sign of weakness in front of him.

"I suggest you respect my boundaries and leave me alone," she said, her voice small but firm. "I'm not someone you can manipulate or intimidate."

His smile faded slightly at her words, but he didn't back down.

"We'll see about that," he replied, his tone ominous. Turning on her heel, the woman left the stranger quickly, shaking her head at the weird encounter that made her feel uneasy. His eyes follow her form as she escapes into the sea of people, laughing a little at the sight. Whistling as he pulled out her ID and twirled it around his fingers, he took a look at her name and address.

"I'll see you real soon." Satoru smiled, tucking her ID into his pocket.

[froggywritesstuff]

marriage | teddy lobo

ship/pairing: Teddy Lobo x g/n!reader

fandom: Renfield (2023

request: @ghnaim24 female/gender neutral reader who is also part of a mafia family but is sweet and innocent and is arranged to marry Teddy in the future. When they first meet each other the reader is scared due to Teddys appearance and is shy that Teddy can’t help but find adorable. In time they start to open up with each other and eventually fall in love. Something sweet and fluffy please

warnings: swearing, drugs, mentions of murder, mentions of sex, maybe ooc(?), petnames (reader gets called babe), idk how to write endings

word count: 1754

A/N: part one (possibly?) if i get the motivation to write another part but i thought this was a good start ignore the title i'll change it when i think of something else

You'd been avoiding meeting Teddy ever since you were told about him and your arrangement. The idea of an arranged marriage freaked you out by itself, but one with Teddy Lobo? The only son of Bellafrancesca Lobo? Anyone part of any mafia family terrified you. You tried to distance yourself from the mafia as much as you could, not exactly proud of being associated with it. The very thought of what your family had done to the city, the crimes committed in your family name made you shiver. You wanted to leave, escape the city, adopt a new identity and leave your life behind before something like this happened. Before you became permanently tied to not just your family, but the Lobo family.

You were arranged to meet each other only weeks before the wedding date, and something told you that faking sick wasn’t going to get you out of it.

You could feel your hands threatening to shake as you held the menu tightly, eyes glancing over each item for the millionth time as you waited for Teddy to arrive. It felt unnervingly casual and public, meeting the Teddy Lobo for dinner, at a restaurant where anyone could go. Every second spent sitting you felt eyes on you, but whenever you looked up you were met with nothing. Your anxiety was only growing at the thought of meeting with Teddy.

A loud rev of an engine made you jolt, and you looked out the window. Your stomach churned at the sight of a bright orange car parking outside. You looked back down at the menu before you could see him exit the car, but you didn’t need to look to know when he entered the restaurant. All conversations quickly came to a halt, some people even rushing out the doors. You envied the people leaving the restaurant, their collective fear of Teddy was far from irrational.

The sound of his footsteps had your heart racing, each one sounding louder than the last. But it was nothing compared to the fear you felt when the sound stopped.

"Y/N?" was all he said.

You looked up at him, trying to hide behind the menu. You managed to nod at him, staying quiet as you didn't trust yourself to speak without your voice cracking. To your surprise, he said nothing and sat down across from you, picking up his own menu and reading it. A few minutes passed in agonising silence, before Teddy snapped his fingers at a passing waiter to get their attention. With a sense of condescension and entitlement in his voice, he listed off what he wanted, trailing off as he gestured to you and stared at you expectantly.

Your eyes went wide as you realised he was waiting for your order, assuming you had already decided considering how long you had spent staring at your menu for. You tried not to panic as you glanced back at the menu, speed reading and trying to find something appealing, before you stammered that you would get the same as what Teddy ordered. You weren't paying attention to his order so you hoped it was something half decent.

The waiter nodded and went to leave, before Teddy stopped them, "And can we get those to go?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering why he would ask that when he had only just got here. The waiter nodded, a little flustered before they scurried off to the kitchen.

You looked at Teddy, prepared to question him, but the words died on your tongue the moment you met his eyes, his stare so confusingly intimidating. Your gaze moved down to your hands in your lap, fidgeting in an attempt to calm your nerves. It felt like an eternity waiting for your containers of food to come out. Teddy was surprisingly silent, apart from the sound of his foot tapping, but you could feel his eyes staring at you.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as the waiter returned, placing two plastic containers in front of you both, "Enjoy your evening." they said before hurrying off. You stared at Teddy, unsure of what to do as he sat up from his seat and grabbed the containers.

"C'mon." was all he said as he began walking. Part of you wanted to sit still or run off to the bathrooms to avoid him, but your body reacted to his words too quickly and you were following him out of the restaurant before you could even decide if you wanted to. He opened the door to his car and sat in while you hesitantly took your seat in the passenger seat. Your leg bounced up and down the entire drive there, the quiet sound from the radio not doing much to ease your anxiety. Teddy was unnervingly quiet the whole time. Despite only meeting him 10 minutes ago, it seemed unlike him.

Due to driving way too fast for any non corrupt police officer to be ok with, you arrived at the Lobo estate shortly. You'd seen the outside of it before, but actually going inside had you nervous. You stared at the doors as if doing that would calm your nerves (it didn't). You must've been staring too long for Teddy's liking, as his fingers snapped in your face to get your attention.

"C'mon, get out the car."

You stopped yourself before getting out, "Can you explain why we're here?"

He looked at you as if you were the first person to question his decision. You didn't know his family or the people he worked with, but from what you had heard about Teddy, you might've been the first. After registering your question, he shrugged, "I just wanna get to know you better."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "We couldn't do that at the restaurant?"

He scoffed, as if you had suggested the most outlandish idea he'd ever heard of, "Where's the fun in that?"

You sighed watching him step out the car, before doing the same, holding the takeaway containers close to your body like a shield. Despite your overall anxiety about being in a 5 foot radius of him, you stayed close to him. He flung open the doors and you nervously followed him inside. There were a few people you could see inside, but they and Teddy ignored each other much to your relief. You didn't think you could handle meeting anyone else. You almost jolted when Teddy grabbed your hand to lead you upstairs, but you calmed at the surprising gentleness of his grip. He opened the door to what you assumed was his bedroom and led you inside. To put it simply, it looked how you would expect Teddy Lobo's bedroom to look; big and unnecessary.

"Just take a seat anywhere." he muttered before sitting down on the edge of his bed.

"Just to be clear," You stayed still in the doorway, "I'm not gonna have sex with you tonight."

He shrugged, the corners of his lips lifting up slightly, "So tomorrow night?"

"Not what I meant." you sighed and took your seat on the bed beside him, placing the containers on his bedside table.

He looked at you with a shit eating grin, "Ok, well just let me know."

An awkward silence settled between the two of you, and you felt your hands begin to fidget with the bed sheets underneath you. They were black, silky, and most likely expensive. Your eyes settled on the tattoos trailing up and down his arm as you avoided making eye contact.

”You’re really not like the rest of your family.”

You blinked at the randomness of his question, ”Uh I don’t like killing people. I didn’t think that was a controversial idea.”

He stared at you for a moment, “Well compared to the people I’m around every day, it’s refreshing. It’s cute.” You met his eyes and stared blankly at him. He pulled a plastic bag from his jacket pocket, and your eyes widened at the sight of the white powder inside.

”What are you doing?”

”Cocaine. You want some?” he spoke so casually.

You stared for a little longer, "No."

"You don't do drugs either?" he laughed slightly, finding your innocence amusing as he poured some of the powder onto his hand.

"Is this how you get to know people?" you asked, looking away as he snorted the cocaine.

He rolled his eyes and wiped around his nose, "Ok fine, you ask me a question."

You thought for a moment, before meeting his eyes, his pupils dilated from the cocaine, "Are you happy with your life?"

"Jesus," his eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed, "What the fuck kind of question is that?"

Your head tilted in confusion, "A pretty reasonable one?"

"What? No, these are meant to be 'getting to know each other' questions." he sealed and shoved the plastic bag back into his pocket, "Fucking ask me what my favourite colour is."

You sighed, "What's your-"

He cut you off with an offended scoff, "Do you not wanna know what my favourite colour is?"

"Unfortunately" you muttered the word under your breath, hoping he wouldn't pick up on it, "we have to get married in less than a month, so your favourite colour isn't my most pressing concern."

"Unfortunately?" you expected him to get offended, but his smile returned and he shuffled closer to you and his arm snaked around your waist, "Fuck babe, don't even worry about that, you're gonna fall in love with me in no time."

You didn't know how to respond, instead deciding to continue fidgeting with the bed sheets, hoping Teddy would change the subject.

His arm retracted and you heard him sigh, like he was carefully deciding what words to say, "I- ...when we're married, I... I wouldn't hurt you."

"Thanks..." you didn't know what to say.

"No, I just-" he sighed, "Fuck, I know you're scared." you looked up to meet his eyes, "I don't know how to make you not scared, but I promise that I'll do whatever I need to to prove you don't need to be scared of me."

Whether he succeeded in easing your nerves was debatable, but it was a start, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice. You grabbed the containers, holding one and placing the other in Teddy’s lap. You shuffled so you were sitting cross legged and facing him. He looked at you in slight confusion but eventually sat the same way.

"What's your favourite colour?"

[lucifer-misadventures-au]

What does Arthur think of each of the Seven Deathly Sins?

He adores them just as much as he adores Lucifer! He doesn't see them often aside from meetings but he often call or text them just to catch up, same with his cousins, they're all like best friends that stick together even if apart.

Satan and Asmodeus are his favorite number one Uncles for a couple of reasons, Satan because despite being literal sin of wrath, he's calm and collected and really mature and he often look after Luci and the other sins despite being parents themselves, you can't just choose between being a brother or being a father, he goes with both and Arthur admires him for that! Plus, Satan gives him the most brutal training aside from Luci because Arthur wants a challenge and a way to overcome a near death situation, sounds pretty reckless and suicidal but to be fair Arthur is secretly a sadist behind the cold gentleman aristocrat demeanor, so he sees it as a thrill rather a terrifying situation now with Asmodeus, Arthur admires him for despite being deemed as the weakest sin when it comes to raw strength, he's actually the most intelligent when it comes to strategies in the battlefield and undercover infiltration tasks, he's also a really fun Uncle plus he doesn't make little to know sexual jokes or comments when it comes to family so he's safe from being uncomfortable by him, Asmodeus even taught Arthur how to flirt and seduce an enemy into submission when he needs to infiltrate someplace, since to the sin of lust himself, his oldest nephew tends to hold a very strong and unbreakable dominance, something Luci doesn't have within him and he wants Arthur to use it as an advantage, since Arthur was taught by Ozzie how to Flirt and seduce, any Demon would fall for him instantly with just a wink and a pick up line.

(Also in this blog Satan and Asmodeus are twins)

Beelzebub is the fun aunt for Arthur as he enjoys her parties despite what his reputation back in the pride ring, he likes to unwind and go wild with his family, he would often go do drinking competitions with Beelzebub's son AKA his 5th cousin(we'll get to named next time), sometimes he wins, sometimes he lose, sometimes it was a tie, either way, he would have fun and that's all that matters to him.

Mammon here in the blog is a lot different from the canon one, he's the sin of greed, yes, though he doesn't treat his employees like moneymakers and he does care for his siblings, his child, and his nephews and nieces, especially Arthur, his way of caring for his family is spoiling them rotten by giving them anything and everything they wanted that they lay their eyes upon, he could sense that they are interested and want something, so he buys it! Mammon knows how much Arthur likes to read and study magic as well as practicing magic, so if he saw Arthur eyeing on a spell book or magic equipment he goes "Dear nephew, you want that? Don't worry Uncle Ammon will buy it for you!" and he does, no discount no change, he buys them in full exact price! Arthur thought it's sweet that his Uncle would do such things and he wants to do something in return for it but Mammon often refuse, he doesn't expect anything in return anyway all he cares about was his family being satisfied with everything and anything they desire

Leviathan now Arthur does get along very well, they both really love studying magic and creating spells along with Levi's daughter AKA Arthur's 2nd second cousin. They often hang out in the sin of envy's office studying, reading, and creating spells and if one of the spells failed and exploded, they'll just laugh out loud and thought it was funny and then they'll try again.

Belphegor now Arthur sees her as a very chill aunt with a cool side underneath her tired demeanour, he would visit her hospital along with Luci either just to hang out or review some medicines, Bel would teach Arthur the ways of healing and how it is important on the battlefield whether it is on yourself or your comrades, plus, she makes really good sweet tea, lemon cookies and ice cream! All to satisfy Arthur and Luci's sweet tooth~.

So, yeah! In conclusion, the sins are great siblings to each other and to Luci as well as great uncles and aunts to Arthur and he's loves them to bits! No one can replace them! Not even Luci's former siblings back in heaven

[ultraericthered]

One Villainous Scene: My First Emotion

As Valentine's Day is the day of love, my Valentine's gift is not one but two One Villainous Scenes featuring love as the central theme, one leaning on the darkly comical side, the other on just plain dark.

This would be former. In the third episode of Happy Sugar Life, Satou has spared the life of Asahi Kobe when she was about to kill him while he lay unconscious, due to something relating to Shio from him and regaining the good sense to know that a murder like this would compromise her and Shio's peaceful, happy, loving life together. On the walk back home, Satou starts to wonder why it was that she'd even thought to attempt Asahi's murder in the first place. She's normally very much in control of her feelings and able to think through all the decisions she makes, so what had made her so impulsive and uncontrolled back there? And so she contemplates:

I'm not new to bitter tastes. But this was on a totally different level. Just remembering it brings back the bitter taste. What IS this? Anger? Pain? A warning sign? It's different from anything I've ever felt before. It's bitter. So bitter.... I have to understand it to control it.

Satou recalls what set her off: Asahi, in his semi-conscious delerium, speaking the vows of love that Satou and Shio exchange on a nightly basis. Satou says that when she heard this, she got the image in her head of "Shio-chan and that thing saying those vows to each other" (and I love that Satou is just insistent on thinking of Asahi as a "thing" and an "it" rather than a fellow human being, like she has to internally dehumanize any person towards whom she has immediately venomous and bitter feelings of dislike). This puts into perspective that what was driving Satou up the wall was the very idea that her special someone, the one and only person she truly loves, could ever be with someone else in any close capacity where he loves her and she even might love him back. And that's when it finally hits her.

She was jealous of Asahi over how he's someone who knew and loved Shio well before she ever met her. It's jealousy that she felt.

Colorful shooting stars rain down in Satou's eyes and the mood of the scene does a sudden hard shift to being joyous, whimsical, and sweet. Soft, pleasant backgrounds and bright colors replace the dark and icky "bitterness" of before as Satou literally prances and skips down the street in girlish glee, now happy to have felt such a visceral, anguishing response of envy, rage, and disgust towards Asahi because these painful feelings are born from Satou's love for Shio! "My first emotion!", thinks Satou as she merrily skips along, clearly not meant to suggest she had no emotions before 'cause she earlier admitted to feeling different emotions in the past, but this is the first non-happiness stirring within her heart that anything to do with her relationship with Shio has made her feel on a deep level. It's the sociopath's first experience of actually connecting with something deep within herself that is purely, rawly, and unmistakably human.

The moment only gets schmaltzier and goofier from there!

That could be said to be the end of it....but only two minutes later, we see Satou get on the elevator to go back to her apartment room when Asahi crosses her mind once again. While still thinking of him as "that thing", she's at least in the mood to use his proper gender pronouns this time as she resolves to ensure he and Shio don't meet.

From unhinged and creepy to cute and pleasant, then back around to pants-wettingly terrifying. Really, what better way to sum up the masterstroke of yandere horror that is Satou Matsuzaka than that? Just as Satou adores Shio, I adore Satou's character. So much captivating complexity and nuance and psychological fucked up-ness. You see all the darkest facets of her and are so fearful and repulsed that you have the instinct to look away from her, yet find you can't because she's already pulled you into her world. You want to know her better, you want to see her in action, and because she is so charming and a lesser evil than others around, a small, secret part of you might even want to see her come out successful in the end.

I guess that can't be called anything less than a form of love. <3

Here's the full scene, from 5:50 to 9:58, in English. And whatever can be said of that fandub, Malina Rose is fucking GOATed as Satou.

[sisterdivinium]

She broke off the kiss when she felt the top button of her shirt be undone.

Panting, Jillian took a step back, eyeing Suzanne’s black veil, her vows. A pair of concerned eyes stared back at her while a pair of hands still at Jillian’s shirt trembled slightly. She caught them with her own and kept them in place.

“Are you sure?” Jillian breathed out, before raising one and then the other of Suzanne’s hands to her lips, bestowing delicate blessings upon hardened knuckles.

A tender smile lit up the face a scar had once darkened. Suzanne leaned into her again and pressed a soft promise upon Jillian’s mouth.

“Are you?”

The candlelight flickered. Silence reigned gracefully over the convent and the city below it while their breath mingled hot and nervous, alive amid stillness.

This was nothing new; they were both aware of what lovers did, of course — only the memory was so distant, the idea so foreign… Suzanne had married heaven, Jillian knowledge; fleshless spouses such as these could never adore them back. Years, lifetimes of neglect suddenly made new what was old as time as they stood together at the precipice of this unfamiliar intimacy.

Love had simply happened; circumstance allowed a word, a gesture, a touch — this rarest of benedictions, this uncanny discovery science would never fully explain, faith never fully accept. Touches were made bolder, hands dared to clasp one another, pull, hold tight, invite the inevitable kiss to seal the contract and tear down the veil…

The veil.

Jillian touched it solemnly, waiting. With tremulous fingers, she began to undo it as soon as another button on her shirt was tentatively pushed out of its place; they spoke in their own mute language, echoing the question and the questioning answer with every timid move: “Are you sure? Are you?”

In this languid ritual, no inch of skin was taken for granted. Every revelation was adored, slowly, slowly, ever searching for certainty — a kiss at the base of the neck, another at a shoulder, hair coming lose, are you sure, are you sure, are you sure...? There was something blasphemous, there was something sacred in each curve, each joint, each scar; Jillian needed not envy Suzanne’s repertoire of hymns, for they would both compose their own with every kiss. Divine rhymes in the tongue of quietness littered the warmth they so carefully exposed.

Hesitation darkened the shadows around them — how pathetic, how ridiculous, how adulterous, for who would now worship god or numbers, the invisible deities who had hitherto kept their beds so cold and spacious? How audacious to display a birthmark, a crease, a patch of unkempt hair, mortality itself, when the holiness of prayer or genius had so long carried the privilege of guarding them…

A total embrace, two hearts reaching out to one another madly, terrified of beating so near, so alike — but more frightened still to avoid this, to part.

Night time is god’s asylum for sin, for shame; so they remained where the orange flame could yet paint them out from shadow, where they could quickly notice whether the answer had or had not changed — are you sure?

A gasp, a moan — quiet, slow, pure, unlike any of the songs of devotion or the groans of dying enemies Suzanne was so used to, unlike the inhuman humming of machines Jillian herself had hallucinated into being.

Fumbling thumbs, accompanied by giggles only the girls they had once been had any right to utter, travelled uncertain, insecure, knowing their desired destination but losing themselves in the infinite invisible roads that led everywhere. An awkward angle elicited embarrassment, but what was there to be embarrassed of? Theirs were other sorts of experience. Killing, healing, creating, inspiring… The nun and the immaculate mother would have time to learn together what worship was, with less questions at every touch, less fear at every breath…

But never without wonder.

And as Suzanne sighed and Jillian heaved and neither deigned to contemplate the cross on the wall when religion lay down right beside them, entangled with their very limbs, they kissed once more.

The first few rays of daylight lazily coloured the trail of smoke which the melted candle had left in the room.

“We’ll have to get up soon enough… Morning service.”

An incredulous guffaw of laughter shook bare, radiant skin, catching in the folds of discarded clothes mixed in a heap of black and white upon the stone floor.

“Are you very sure...?”

[majorasnightmare]

hmmm. 30 and 25 :) for the durge list boo gimme those durge facts of life

HIIIIIIIII BELOVED MUTUAL WHO LOVES MY LITTLE FREAK 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 thank u for vampire autism permission ily forever

25. How does your Dark Urge feel about Sceleritas Fel?

Pre tadpole Sceleritas was the closest thing he had to consistent emotional support. Sceleritas formed a key cornerstone of the varying pressures that worked to keep Dirge in the cult by being a source of emotional relief (he was free to abuse Sceleritas whenever he saw fit as a form of affection+Scelerias served as one of his only confidantes for the complicated tumultous scenarios bhaal often forced dirge into) and also a method of keeping Dirge isolated (Scleritas's form of affection typically took the form of acts of service, and as his dedicated butler Sceleritas took it upon himself to handle any and every menial task that he felt were too lowly to be performed by his rotten master). the end result is that Dirge completely lacked the skills to meaningfully support himself outside the cult because Sceleritas was handling everything that wasnt ritual worship or murder, and was the closest thing Dirge had to a genuine friend, disincentivizing him from leaving. Can you really bare to abandon the only person who truly cares for you to the same figure your both so terrified of? Dirge had a twisted form of familial affection for the little bastard, as both a caretaker+guardian figure and as a fellow abuse victim (though neither of them perceived it as such, instead forming a toxic loop of justifying bhaals abuses to each other)

Post tadpole Sceleritas is a sign of everything that goes wrong. He shows up after Alfiras murder, tells him to kill Isobel, then informs him hes going to try and kill a party member. None of those are particularly positive encounters, and Dirge doesnt remember enough about his past life to counteract those experiences, which id imagine is hard on the little dude. Dirge views him with a measure of trepidation and disgust all the way through Act 2, and after the Act 3 revelation remembers enough to start viewing him with pity. When everything is all said and done, Dirge would probably say he even misses him, but not enough to make an attempt to bring him back

30. What are your Dark Urge’s intentions/goals after the end of the game?

WIFE GUY WIFE GUY WIFE GUY

In GENERAL its whatever Minthara wants whenever she wants it. Beyond that, hes dedicated himself to perfecting his study of the Necromancy Of Thay's manipulation of life, death, blood, and flesh in the form of fleshwarping magic, the art of necromantically manipulating corpse flesh into novel forms of life. turns out hes a minion guy and adores making soulless abominations of nature. it combines a lot of his passions, vivisection and taxidermy, his medical proficiency, his ambitious knowledge seeking, his blasphemous disregard to the gods, his power hungry tendencies, and also his fondness for companionship mixed with a demigods inability to die. turns out godspawn flesh is compatible with just about anything, and he has a tendency to utilize his own flesh as an arcanic anchor to bind his creations to his will, and will also just graft on replacement limbs and warp them back to normal if he ever gets anything amputated. it takes a while to amount to anything but id imagine long after the events of the game are said and done and most of the companions are long since passed, he makes a really fucking annoying combatant for some plucky group of adventurers cuz the fucker just keeps reusing all that spilled blood to top himself off.

he also uses it for gay transgender sex because it turns out an intimate knowledge of how to shift and warp flesh makes a pretty easy jumping off point to shapeshift your body into whatever gives you gender envy that day. theres a reason why he kept emphasizing orins changeling abilities in his letters to her and its cuz that egg hadnt cracked yet

[your-local-baguette]

Hiii i really like your Julian Loki stuff and like I’m so inloveee with him he’s so adorable if you don’t mind can you please do a head cannon where the reader sh and Loki finds out (anyway you want) and also if you feel comfortable doing it I totally understand it’s a triggering topic❤️

Hiii! Im guessing by sh you mean self harming. If you're going through hard times be sure to take care of yourself and sure i can try that out. I haven't written about sh before. I'd also like to see how my take on it turns out. I really hope you'll enjoy this.

Im going to go for scenario hcs. ( Im so sorry, at the end it turned into more of a oneshot and i hope you still liked it. I will definitely try to make julian hc, if your healing from sh im wishing a great recovery and stay strong)

You trembled at the thought, why did this habit come back, you bit your nails in hope for a relief. Your dilated pupil stuck on the blade laying on the cold ground of the bathroom. You'd thought you got rid of this, you couldn't imagine loki julian reaction if he found out. You had that urge to reach out for that shining bright blade, that would soon be stained a warm crimson liquid. One of your hand was gripping your hair so hard you'd thought it would rip. Knocks on the door brought you back to reality, a sudden panic took over you." Dove are you in there?" You somehow managed to give him a clear answer" yea!" " Are you alright? Your voice seem shaky" " i-im okay!" " Are you sure? Im here if you need help" " it's fine! D-don't worry" julian bit his lips, he knew something was wrong, he didn't want to do what he was going to do, but he somehow knew something was not okay. He took a deep breath....

On the other side....

The knife was resting in your palm, cutting side pointed towards your skin. That to create a new scar between tons of others, each breath you took seemed like a mountain to climb. Before the knife could hit something it was gently taken out of your grip...

He took a deep breath" then you wouldn't mind me coming in, right?" He didn't await your answer and entered, the view that welcomed him was terrifying. You about to cut your flesh, tons of scars overlapping eachothers and covering all your limbs. He quickly walked towards you, he grabbed the blade gently, his gentle eyes sinking in your terrified and anxious ones. He distracted you, resting his palm on your face, he hid the knife in his pocket.

Before the knife could cut any skin, it was gently taken away from your grip. Your iris met gentle ones, one as gentle as a sunset, ones that contained an unending love for you. The male's palm came to rest on your cheek, you were too distracted by his gentle and captivating eyes that you didn't notice the knife being hidden away. He went from his squatting position to sitting down, pulling you closer to him, hugging you against his chest. Hoping to give you some sort of comfort, his hopes were fulfilled. Tears started trimming down your face, you hit his chest eith awfully weak punch. He felt your hit weakens more and more until it was just a contact, he felt his shirt being soaked in tears but that was not his concern. He cupped your cheeks making you look at him in the eyes, you had tears fighting for balance at the corners of your eyes. You sniffed a bit, waiting for what's coming next, like a slap or scolding but that never came, instead:

" Dove, whatever you're reason was, that it's the envy of blood, self dislike, negative thought in general. Whatever it is, don't do it again. I don't like seeing you hurt yourself, it shatters my heart seeing hate the one i cherish and admires the most. I don't want that someone to disappear, because that someone is you, Dove"

Your eyes widened at his word, tears trimming down again, you closed the distance between yours and his lips, searching for that comforting warmth that took all your issues away. When you parted, a tired sigh escaped your lips, you searched for that warmth over and over until you feel into a repairing slumber.

A smile tugged on julian lips, he got up eith a slight grunt, your passed out self resting in his arms. He carried you to your shared room, gently putting you down on the mattress that sank under your weight. He sat in the edge glad this was all over for now, it would take a ton of times for you to heal completely but he was willing to walk eith you along the way. He laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around your sleeping figure and held you tight against himself, you snuggled against him in your sleep.

He really was too kind for his own good...

[spikybanana]

@sweetpeasandlilies I love and adore you, ty for the tag <3

It's the middle of the week night post a wip

(green haze teaser? except I've been teasing with the same thing for half a year now) (this is the weird time travel fic) (for context the first line of the fic is "Regulus Black is dead")

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There were about a dozen figures diving in and out of the smoke, but Sirius found Bellatrix easily, guided by the whirling flames. 

Upon seeing her cousin, Bellatrix’ eyes widened mockingly, thin lips falling familiarly into a sneer. Without preamble, a lick of fire was hurled towards him. 

Sirius didn’t flinch or duck. He threw his arms forward, his instinct guided the magic outwards to form a shield that disintegrated the flame inches from his outstretched hand. He flashed a look at Bellatrix, and caught in her eyes a hint of surprise and perhaps even envy. But the venomous baring of teeth quickly returned. 

“Baby boy’s finally sucked it up and learnt magic, has he?” Bellatrix taunted with a twisted grin, “Is that why you still dare show your face here, hmm? After everything.” 

“You.” Sirius had to hold back from letting the vicious burn of magic lash out. He bit out through clenched teeth, “You let him die. You killed him.”

"Have you no shame?" Bellatrix screeched, "When do you plan to give up this standing around wheedling while all you do is whine—"

"He was my brother!”

"And you've been so proud of your family all along, have you?" Bellatrix was raising a hand, a spell gathering in her palm. Her shadow was terrifying against the firelight, a towering mass of wild cut into the scorched river bank that stretched wide beneath her flames. "How dare you stand here and accuse me when it was you who ruined him? You were the one who betrayed us. And be careful what you do now, you prissy little mongrel, or I might have to kill you next."

With that, Sirius took two swift steps forward, and his fist flew out towards her face. But her magic stopped him, simmering against his knuckles. Her dark eyes burned in a loud soundless sneer at the way Sirius hissed, and then, they were throwing themselves at each other in earnest. Their magic clashed, all the more violently while evenly-matched. Sirius had never duelled like this before, but the curses were hurled out of him in waves after waves. They spun around each other, blocking and striking, relentlessly pushing on and on, until Bellatrix was wide eyed and stunned and perceptibly slowing.

At that moment, the moon touched the horizon, and began to glow. It glowed through the fog that rose from the river, through the battle smoke, an overpowering orb that flooded the battle scene with its cold light. Its tip broke on the river, right at the barrier where the city ended and no one had ever crossed, as though tearing the unseen wall open. Sirius' mouth dropped open as he felt, from deep, deep within him, something calling him towards the moon. Then, rapid shadows were spilling out from it, into their battle. Sirius realised with a start— it wasn’t the moon, it was a portal. 

The shouting around them intensified tenfold, cascading from where the portal had formed. "Werewolves!" Sirius heard cried out from all sides. 

His heart pounding, Sirius snapped back to Bellatrix, who was, infuriatingly, grinning again. "How did you do it?" he spat, "You broke the barrier."

"Who told you it was me?" Bellatrix scoffed, narrowed her eyes in realising that they’d both let the other stand and watch, and instantly launched at him again.

Sirius let himself be pushed back, inching towards the portal. The call returned, intensifying with every moment, until Sirius could resist it no longer. It was as though someone on the other side of the portal was running for it as well. Sirius threw up a single shield against Bellatrix, the strongest he could manage, then turned on his heels and ran towards the portal. It shrank as they got closer and closer, and just as it was about to vanish Sirius flung himself bodily at it. As he fell through, he cried out at something in his mind ripping like torn cloth, then all blinked to black.

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tagging @shipsgaysfordays @fonkeloog @heartofspells @whywcd @everythingbutcoldfire @fruity-individual & anyone who wants to!

[kristsingto]

There’s a part of I’m Tee Me Too that never fails to come back to me and annoy me on a fundamental level. And that’s because I don’t agree with what it’s saying.

Maetee’s storyline.

WARNING: Rant about some personal feelings.

Each of the characters living together has a name that includes “Tee” and a quirk to their personality that is explored in the series, typically for them, phobias (though I have difficulties generalizing it, because I don’t quite see all of them as phobias). But who I’d say has it worst of all in terms of it being debilitating for their life functioning is Maetee, who is afraid of ghosts.

At the beginning of episode 4, which explores Maetee’s character and develops his character arc, we see why Maetee is scared of ghosts.

He’s said to have been a “boy from hell.” Impossible to discipline or rein in. His mother tried many tactics (beatings, the hanger, etc.) but the only one that stuck and really terrified Maetee to stay in-line was that of ghosts.

As a side note — child Maetee singing Happy Birthday at a funeral is hilarious to me. What a small menace. I adore him.

Throughout the show, we’ve already seen how bad Maetee’s condition is as of now, as a university student. Maetee is unable to sleep alone, spends hours of his day panicked over ghosts, passes out when he thinks he’s seen a ghost, and is just generally always paranoid over the idea of ghosts. I’d wager that pretty much everyone has at some point been scared by a ghost story as a kid, or been teased by a parent/adult in their life with a story like the bogeyman. But in Maetee’s case, we can see it’s a lot more serious than for most people.

Maetee is terrified when he’s left alone at the house. Like, actually terrified the entire time. Of course, the scene ends up in a joke, when he passes out after seeing what he thinks is the ghost of someone he believes to be dead (Watee’s mother is who he thinks he sees, but it’s actually Watee’s aunt)

Here, we come to understand what the actual point of the episode is. It’s going to be about the mother.

Maitee’s mother is gone, and so is Watee’s, which is much more important. The entire emotional core of the show is about Watee moving on from his overwhelming grief after his mother passes away with the help of the other boys who move in with him. Parents are core to the emotional core of the story. Watee comes to connect with his step-brother (T-Rex) and father by the end of the series, and there’s a clear message. Value your parents.

But this storyline in particular shows how you can fuck up that message and make an unsatisfying storyline as a result.

Maetee’s mom comes to visit, and all she does is belittle and embarrass him in front of his friends. So he gets mad and tells her to leave. And she does.

The show wants you to feel bad for her.

Watee feels bad for her. In one of the first real scenes of the show where he’s good-spirited, he has a conversation with Maetee’s mom. And you know why Watee takes this situation so seriously. It’s because he’s lost his mother.

And I do get it. I get what the show wants to say. Value your parents, don’t be childish, and you could lose your parents anytime, so you should do your best while they’re around. But I’ve always hated this sentiment. You shouldn’t have to repress how you feel, or feel like shit because your parent is around, just because you’ll regret it later.

(Clearly, Watee has never met an abusive mother.)

The thing is that Maetee has a point, and it’s really clear. She is the reason that he’s terrified of ghosts to this extent and her attitude about it is awful. Maetee’s mom ridicules him for how he acts and constantly criticizes him.

Watee expresses envy towards having a mother who tells him off, but this is exactly how it is with people who don’t understand what having a bad relationship with your parents is like. Watee loved his mother. She made his life better. I don’t think this is true for Maetee’s mom, even if his mom is said to care.

She confesses (to Watee, not her son of course, because parents don’t do that with their kids!) that she worries that she may be the reason that Maetee is the way he is, and she feels guilty if so. But if that’s true, she sure as hell doesn’t express that to Maetee! And even if so, guilt isn’t going to fix anything. And sure, you can say that people mess up. People aren’t infallible, after all. But it doesn’t mean Maetee needs to simply forgive her.

His mom says she’s sorry through a text, but it doesn’t get to the core of the issue. It’s an apology for bothering Maetee. It makes you want to pity her. I don’t pity her. I don’t enjoy being told to pity a woman whose reaction to guilt was to criticize and ridicule her son. I don’t care if she does feel bad.

And I hate how the show guilt trips Maetee into forgiving her. Because that’s what it is. A lot of guilt tripping from the show to Maetee. Look at Watee, he lost his mom! Don’t you feel guilty for not being happy with your mom when Watee is still grieving his? Look, your mom is acting all pitiable. She’s guilty, she just doesn’t show it! None of this should be why Maetee would forgive his mom. I think it can be empowering for a character to keep a parent who hurt them in their life — when the character comes to that decision honestly. And I didn’t get that feeling from this series. I got the feeling that Maetee was just expected to value his mom because she’s his mom.

You’ll regret it when she’s dead! It’s a sentiment said a lot. You’ll regret it. It’s always put on the child to regret it moreso than the parent to regret the actions that led them there. Because they’re your only parent! That’s what people say. But why is that special? Does that give a parent a right to hurt you? To be a negative influence on your life? Why is not wanting a parent to overstep boundaries framed as something to be guilty about?

Culturally, parents are people you’re told to have to value. People to respect. They’re your parents, they love you. That must be obvious. Some people treat it like a fact of life. But I have two things to say to that. Sometimes, parents don’t love their children. But more importantly here, and to me, love doesn’t make a parent good.

Forgiving your parents shouldn’t be expected. If you do it, I respect you, but I hate how media often frames it. Sometimes, not forgiving your parents is just as strong and important to someone as forgiving them and trying to reconcile. But this episode of I’m Tee Me Too doesn’t seem to have space for that interpretation. And that’s always stayed in my head.

[crazygaysex]

I was doing well until pms set in now I’m again feeling hopelessly depresst please god let it end soon I was stabilizing I SWEAR

Maybe if I buy enough things I will be cured

Need to figure out how to be alone so bad but I don’t want it I want affirmation love and adoration I want to sleep wrapped up in each other and when I think about buying new blankets I immediately imagine offering to tuck him into them

Its hard to think anything positive about myself I’m shallow about it I like my looks and that’s about it hope it could translate to some sort of faith in myself as a person I seem to be trying to erase myself it’s not fair it’s paradoxically self absorbed and I’ll drive everyone away from me

Cant lie his apathy is difficult for me I want to feel loved and I want them to be the one who loves me specifically because I love them specifically for most of a year it was a sure thing to know they felt the same for me as I did for them at least there was that now they have nothing for me and I get so scared when I’m low like this that they’ll find someone who’ll help them remember how to be excited about someone and they’ll just leave me behind like I’ve been nothing this whole time

And even if I didn’t do a very good job being a healthy person to be involved with I’ve tried so hard for this I’ve wanted nothing but to bs allowed to be a positive force in their life and I’ve gone as far as to think well if they don’t want this from me it’s all I want is to do what they want i want whatever they are willing to give me. I was willing to meet on their terms and with this compromise I know they love me god I have to believe it it would be too ridiculous and terrible if they never had this whole time

I’m not as selfless and evolved as I thought though I just don’t give a shit about myself almost ever which isn’t the same thing. Cause u see when he even talks about leaving me I latch around his legs and start screaming and crying because I am not actually so selfless that I can accept being cast aside I need to have them to look forward to and we haven’t done nearly enough together we haven’t had enough time I can’t bear the idea of this past year being the end of it all with no more to come

I think this break could ssave our relationship and help us both but I get so depressed feel so alone knowing they aren’t feeling like I am aren’t missing me like I miss them because they can’t feel a thing at all about anything in general. It’s awful because they’re suffering and it’s awful for the more selfish reason of that I feel completely alone and pathetic the way I’m pining for them. And mind you it’s been less bad the rest of this week I’ve been feeling pretty hopeful and trying to be with myself but my hormone imbalance is making me irrational and constantly tired and upset everything is worse when I’m like thjs

I get so lonely what would the point even be of going back up north to my apartment ? I want to have a real adult life but I don’t feel like there’s anyone there who gives a shit about me and I’m terrified that it’ll be s long while or never until we are back together and I don’t know how I’d cope with sharing the friend group everyone likes them more than me and or lives with them but I think I should probably try to actually hang out with people when I go back because I need to have friends cultivate friendships .. but like I get this horirble feeling that when we r both back in town if we r still not seeing each other that it’s going to result in a lot of painful social situations in which we have to avoid each other or i have to see them having fun with other people and not me and it’ll just tear my rotten shit ass up with jealousy I am a rotten person I feel like I’ve gone all bad inside with envy selfishness and paranoia it’s made me antisocial and weak like a puddle instead of a person god I am trying not to hate myself it doesn’t help

I don’t want to rush them at all wouldn’t make me happy but the idea of going back and us not being together sounds too difficult but I want to have a proper bedroom and to go out on the weekends and to have friends fuck all that for now though I can’t do shit about it just need to take time with family and try to heal myself be kind to myself prepare myself to be on my own up there again maybe if I can get a bit better by then i won’t be so rotten and awful inside about it that’d be the goal I suppose

[all-shriveled-up]

hii!! I'm new here but uh.. can I get a tanjiro or tomioka headcanons please? Either one of them. The reader would be a hashira if you pick tomioka but if it's tanjiro then the rank would be the same as his. I would like it about them being in a relationship or as a boyfriend please !! Pronouns are she/her. Thank you!

Hello and welcome!! Im feelin a lil goofy, so i decided to do both since i love both of these guys sm, hope ya dont mind! Anyways enjoy!!

Also a teeny spoiler warning for tomioka’s backstory in his part!

Tanjiro and Tomioka general relationship hcs!

If you're able to pull this man you lucked out.

Tanjiro is very soft with you, especially when you go out on missions with him and the others.

You and nezuko are his first priority when it comes to battle. He knows you can take care of yourself, but it makes him feel better knowing that he can take care of you too.

If you do end up getting hurt, hes already by your side treating your wound to the best of his ability

Being the same rank as him means being able to train with each other.

Hes loves sparing with you since your both evenly matched, but he also wont force it on you if you're not up for it that day.

Long days with him are the best. Especially after a particularly long mission.

You both curl up against each other, absorbing each others warmth.

Oh how zenitsu envys you...

Hes always been soft around people he cares about, like nezuko and his friends, but he feels so different with you. He practically melts at your touch.

When he has a nightmare, or he just cant sleep, he'll ask you to sing to him.

Not good at singing? He couldn't care less. Your voice in itself is enough to put him to a calm sleep

Great at singing? Even better! You angelic voice literally sends him to heaven.

His favorite thing about you, though, is how gentle you are with nezuko.

Seeing you sing her to sleep, helping her when he cant, doing fun activities with her and just over all having her back gives him butterflies.

Hes clearly a big family man and one day after he settles down, hes hopes to have a big family with you <3

*click!* you and nezuko turn to see tanjiro with a large Polaroid camera taking a photo of you a nezuko drawing with each other. "You two are so adorable..how am i so lucky to have a amazing sister and a amazing girlfriend" he says in between happy sniffles, eyes watering.

Overall 10/10 as a boyfriend and 1000/10 in simpy-ness

Ok at first you and giyuu's relationship was...akward to say the least.

I mean, Giyuu is a akward guy. And hes never one to initiate anything, but he always longs for it.

A good portion of the first part of your relationship was him trying to drop hints that he wanted comfort or snuggles, but they were just to minor to pick up.

Eventually he just gives up and grabs your hips, and sets you down on him.

Hes never really cuddled anyone before, but he sure tried and it was adorable

He soon indirectly explained what certain things he did meant, not fully but giving much more clearer and obvious hints

For example, hugs from behind means he wants cuddles, or if he puts his head in your lap he wants you to play with his hair.

After that you swore never to bring it up and just go along with it.

Id imagine hes not a big fan of pda, especially if kocho is around.

She would ridicule him.

But if he was especially jealous he won’t hesitate to swoop you in and give a lil peck on your lips in front of your fellow pillars or whoever dared to mess or flirt with you.

He knows it’s immature but poor boy can’t help it, he’s TERRIFIED that you’ll leave him

Especially after what happened with sabito and such

he has nightmares quite often, pretty much every other night. So you'll always need to be there for him at any chance you get.

Hes a dependent boy.

Even with that, he still knows your both pillars and have duties to attend to, so he trys his best not to be to overly clingy and overbearing.

When it comes to comforting you hes surprisingly good at it.

He knows what he wants to be told when hes panicking or stressed, so he learns what you want and reciprocates.

If im being honest your relationship is one big therapy session lol. Nah im just kidding its also filled with love and cuddles.

"Shh... Its ok giyuu im here." you mutter as you stroke the back of his head. He shuffles deeper into your chest to muffle his crys. "It was just a nightmare i promise" you continue. Hes never let anyone see him this vulnerable. Hes glad he can trust you. His sharp breathing softens and eventually his breathing returns to normal. A small sniffle interrupting the silence every now and then. "Pl-please dont ever leave me y/n" he cries "never" you state

[zafirosreverie]

LBTS: The Stars (Bruno x Fem!Reader)

1st part || The moon || The sun || The Eclipse

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Bruno sighed as he closed his bedroom door behind him. He hated being here without you because you always calmed him down and assured him that no matter what he saw in his visions, you would always love him. But now he had to see into YOUR future, and it terrified him.

He was annoyed, furious even, with his two sisters’ attitude. At first, he had been excited when Julieta asked him to help her ask you out because if the boy was honest with himself, he adored you!

You were his only friend, the one who never judged him, the one who was always by his side and defended him, the one who always laughed with him and not at him. You had provided him with a refugee that was not lonely and cold like his cave of visions, but warm and welcoming and he would often turn to you instead of his older sisters or mother if he had any problems. So the idea of ​​you dating Julieta had delighted him because it meant having you closer permanently.

He hadn't counted on Pepa's intervention.

His redheaded sister had come fuming into Julieta's room while they were planning something to get the brunette to ask you out. Bruno had never seen his sisters so angry; Pepa threw thunderbolts mercilessly while Julieta was sharp and cruel with her words. What terrified the boy the most was that they were attacking each other.

Being the youngest of the triplets, Bruno was used to being pampered and protected by Pepa and Julieta. For him, his sisters had always been a source of warmth and security. But now, that unstoppable force that they were together, cruelly divided. All for a pair of pretty eyes.

He wasn't going to blame you, you were as oblivious to all this as he was, perhaps more so, because while he had seen firsthand the death sentence they had imposed on each other, you still thought that everything was fine, that you were all friends. And he envied you that, being able to be ignorant in this.

When Pepa invited you to go for a walk somewhere or to the fields, Julieta always ended up sneaking in and accompanying you too, not wanting to leave you alone with her sister. When you were cooking with Julieta, Pepa would interrupt with jokes, making you lose your attention in the meal and leaving Julieta very upset.

But you saw it all as a game, a simple innocent rivalry between sisters. But Bruno knew there was absolutely nothing innocent about this. He saw the way Pepa intentionally hurt Julieta and the way the brunette denied her healing food to the redhead. This was getting out of hand and you had no idea what a hurricane you were in the middle of.

That is why this vision was important.

He didn't want to take sides between his sisters, knowing that if he chose to help one, the other would never forgive him. But he couldn't lose you, not you. You were too precious a light in his dark, empty constellation and he would protect your shine at all costs, even if he had to face one or perhaps both of his sisters. He had to see who you would end up with or if you will choose any of them at all.

"For you, little star" he murmured to himself

He thought of you, drawing your beautiful face with ease in his memory. He knew you perfectly well and for once in his life, it was not difficult for him to connect with the fine thread that kept your future. But that didn't mean it was easy to take a look.

Bruno hesitated for a moment. It felt wrong and invasive to see this without your permission. But he couldn't let his sisters keep hurting each other, or worse, keep taking you away from him. Yes, maybe it was selfish, but a part of him was upset that Pepa and Julieta have been stealing you whenever they can, forgetting the fact that you were HIS best friend. It was he who had brought you closer to them and it would be he who would save you.

He concentrated, and he saw...he saw everything. He saw the flowers you gave Pepa, promises of a pure love full of admiration. He saw the notes you left for Julieta, innocent and true love. And he saw the little rocks you sometimes gave him ("you know you're important to me because I think of you even in the little things, Nuno" you had told him), a solid and unbreakable love.

You loved all three of them, but he knew only one could have your heart and he was terrified of this vision materializing, because no matter what appeared on the emerald tablet, flowers, notes, or rocks, he knew that inevitably two of them would end up heartbroken and the third without siblings. He felt bad for you because it wasn't your fault that all of the sky loved you.

Bruno felt the weight of the tablet in his hands and slowly opened his eyes. He gasped when he saw the image etched into it, clear and final.

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[licncourt]

do you have thoughts about gabrielle and louis?

Ooh, yeah!! I love imagining a dynamic for them because their interaction is SO brief but I adore the thought of Louis bonding (trying to bond) with his mother-in-law

When they first meet, Gabrielle almost loses her mind because "Lestat, this is Nicki. This is literally Nicolas." (She does later, secretly and begrudgingly, realize she may have been unfair in writing Louis off as Nicki 2.0)

Louis REALLY wants to call her "madame" because he's terrified of her and his manners demand it, but she absolutely will not allow it. She likes that he's scared of her though. As it should be

She's pretty torn between being mad at Louis for setting her son on fire on principle but also figuring it was probably at least somewhat fair. She does think it's funny to bring it up in front of Louis because he looks like he's going to pass out every time

Both of them take approximately a century to warm up to new people, but once they stop staring at each other from across the room like tense cats they're able to bond really well over books. Lestat literally could not have chosen two people who are more neurotic and aloof, but they get there

(To give her silent approval, Gabrielle gifts Louis copies of a few of her favorite books)

Even after they get start getting along well, it's hard for her to trust Louis. Gabrielle knows her son. She sees how absolutely head over heels he is and knows that if things go sour again or if Louis leaves, he'll absolutely lose it. She doesn't like how much influence one person (one with a not awesome history with Lestat) has over her kiddo

They only talk about it once, and only briefly, but they're able to find some common ground in their shared guilt over Lestat. Both of them had to face some hard truths about the damage they did when they read TVL, and they have a mutual understanding. They can't really hate each other for hurting Lestat because they hurt him themselves too

The two of them are very different people so they're never best friends, but Gabrielle ends up liking Louis a lot more than she ever thought she would. She thinks he's kind of a pansy, but he's smart and polite and he loves her son. He's also just crazy enough to gain her respect. Arson isn't her choice of felony, but she admires it

That's not to say they never spend time together, and she even lets Louis take a turn dancing with her on occasion. They've been known to hunt together once in a while or commiserate about a certain blonde menace (Gabs loves her son, but she doesn't envy Louis). Mostly they talk about books though, everything from analyzing one they've both read or exchanging recommendations

Gabrielle never got to meet Claudia and she has mixed feelings for obvious reasons, but more than once she's gone to Louis to hear stories about her granddaughter. She can't bring herself to ask Lestat and Louis understands. He doesn't ask why she's coming to him instead of Lestat, he just tells his stories and answers her questions. Then she nods and leaves

Lestat, for his part, is absolutely thrilled that they like each other. Both Louis and Gabrielle find it extremely endearing how much Lestat loves spending time with the two of them together. Neither are thrilled about all the outings and group activities, but he's just so enthusiastic and they still feel guilty, so Lestat gets what he wants. Family shopping trip it is

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Lestat isn't thrilled that they're in cahoots against him when they deem it necessary (they often do), but it's well worth it to have his two favorite people in his life