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hi! tumblr shadow banned my account yet again, so here's my another acc (hopefully I can avoid getting shadow banned here c':)

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writinig requests status: open (i will only write fandoms that i'm into, but you can always ask. if you're not sure about this!)

writing pseudonim: [the ghost of asselus cancri/ghosy/cancri]

preferred pronouns: [they/them]

my stance on pro ship and dubious content in literature: I'm not an anti, nor I'm not a proshipper, however I won't be writing anything pro ship.

what is allowed:

angst, hurt no comfort 

fluff, hurt comfort

rare pairings

self ship/self insert

polyamorous relationships

platonic/sibling/found family relationship ideas 

romantic relationship ideas 

crack/joke ship ideas

everything else, which hasn't been listed in the not allowed section (you can always ask about it!)

what is not allowed:

nsfw 

non consensual sex (rape)

incest/twincest/step-cest (any kind of incest is prohibited)

paedophilia (a relqationship between an adult and a child

big age gaps (more than 10 years old, doesn't count, if the character is over 100 years of age and acts like an adult)

romantic relationships with characters, who are canonically older than 18, but look, behave and act like children (will write only platonic ideas for them)

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i really should draw her more and work on her backstory......

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halloween kalim my beloved :Р

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There also needs to be a button for “this is the 5000th time I’ve read your fic because I’m having a horrible day and this is the only thing in the world that always brings me happiness.”

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hi! my name is nox lumi, but you can just call me nox or lumi.

I'm aroace, over 18 and use they/them pronouns. I'm also a chaotic multifandom disaster. I have unironically like over 50 fandoms I've been hyperfixated on during 10 years of me hanging out in online spaces.

I write and draw as a hobby! this blog is mainly for posting whatever it is I'm into currently, so you can check out my other works here: @the-ghost-of-asselus-cancri

I'm also against any forms of discrimination, so they will not be tolerated.

please don't be afraid of pointing out my mistakes! I have a lot to learn, and I want to educate myself on topics I might be wrong about.

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site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

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warming up to you

fandom: obey me: shall we date

characters: mephistopheles x mc

initially, hearing the ever present rumors being whispered among the students of rad about the lilith's long lost descendant, mephistopheles didn't believe them in the slightest - not that he doubted your relation to lilith, mind you, it was your irresistible charm and determination (more like stupidity and the incredible ability to attract trouble, he remarked), which even the seven lords of hell couldn't resist, willingly entering a pact with you. you were a mysterious puzzle with no plausible solution, so simple at first glance, yet so hard to understand at the same time, and it angered him greatly that he couldn't solve you, only making wild assumptions from all the hearsay, and that had to come to an end.

mephisto frowns in frustration, absentmindedly scribbling away a new article on autopilot, fully consumed by his thoughts: it was his job after all, as a head member of the newspaper club, to gather information one way or the other, and you were just in his reach, besides, he told himself, an interview with such a famous person definetly would be an interesting read. he wasn't a dedicated fan of yours by any means, and this strange and weird desire to know you better came from something akin to a scientific interest in the new species, only that, nothing else, despite the fact that he thought the human race was no match for demons or angels, for that matter. too lost in his endless pondering, he knocked over the ink well, spilling the black puddle on the almost perfect draft for the new article by pure accident, breaking the pen in two with his fingers from the sudden surge of exasperation, tsking in annoyance.

your existence would be the death of him.

***

since the moment he begrudgingly started to hang out with you more, usually accompanied by one of the brothers, angels or royals, mephistopheles slowly started to realize why all of them adored you so much: the way your laughter was so contagious, the way your eyes shined brightly, when you were animatedly talking about your inteserts or were just very excited, the way you were always so kind, passionate and understanding - it all combined and so much more made him fall for you so hard before he could fully comprehend what even happened at this point.

it doesn't feel like in all of those romance books satan kept pestering him about, no, it's more like the fall from the celestial realm, his lungs numb and hurting, making it unbearable to breathe, his torn, tethered, charred wings slowly burning away, and then the following deafening, fatal landing. you were his glowing sun, your shining light blinding him, setting his heart and what was left of his tarnished soul ablaze, and he would rather burn in your scorching flames than to turn his back on you.

inspite of his true desire, the demon desperately tried to bury this newly formed, disgusting, hideous affection deep down inside, masking it as passive aggression and disdain, yet it never drew you away nor did you respond to such unnecessary, ill-mannered behavior with a few rude remarks of your own - you just sighed in defeat, giving him space and continued to treat him like a dear friend of yours.

he wants to hate you, to resent all that you stand for, but he's so lost, so helpless when his direct actions or words make you genuinely upset, his first instinct to apologize and calm you down, which he tries to resist so hard it physically pains him, yet to no avail, whispering quietly an honest "sorry" and awkwardly hugging you, his hands clumsily intertwined behind your back. it sickens him to touch you, to be this close to you, however his heartbeat quickens as he firmly grips your school uniform like a life line, and closes his eyes in contempt, trying to regain his forever abandoned composure and failing in the end.

your presence became somewhat of a constant in mephisto's life, whether he was doing his homework or other school related stuff in his office or eating lunch in hell's kitchen (a habit for yours he shamelessly stole) you were often there, next to him, almost always present, a subtle, gentle reminder of change, no longer a pestering little human, no, you were so much more than he gave you credit for in the first year.

the gentle bump on the shoulder, his cold gloved hand in yours, the accidental touches here and there that you both shared were doing ridiculous, peculiar things to him, a slight blush on his cheeks as he quickly backed away, interrupting (un)comfortable silence with a fake cough. a smile found its way upon his face as you occasionally became his desk mate in your shared classes, stealing a few glances during the lesson like a school girl with a crush, hoping that you stayed true to your oblivious nature and wouldn't notice.

the walls mephistopheles so diligently built up over centuries were pathetically crumbling before your very feet, thick layers of cold, hard, unbreakable ice slowly, but surely sizzling away, as he continued to grow fond of you, cherishing every single second of your stay in the devildom.

no matter how hard he tried to deny it, his resistence was futile.

***

"i want to enter a pact with you" mephistopheles was taken aback by your bold proclamation, thinking it was a sick joke at first, a foolish prank that you were trying to pull, but then he noticed the serious look that you had on your face.

he wanted to say no, he wanted to laugh in your face, mocking you for even thinking about having such intimate connection with him, yet all he says, devotion evident in his voice, is "as you wish, (_)"

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"special gift"

fandom: arcana twilight

characters: summoner (mc) x sirius)

you were wide awake in the middle of the night, too anxious to go back to sleep, yet too tired and exhausted to take a walk in the park behind the mansion to clear your head of any troubling thoughts, buzzing like a cluster of unruly bees in your clouded consciousness.

the image of badly wounded sirius painfully stuck in your tired mind: his black, shimmering hair, usually gracefully styled, now a distorted mess, pieces of his clothes sizzling away from magical burns and his body covered in sharp, deep cuts, scarlet blood and many bruises. a horrible realization suddenly strikes you: spica would actually end his life right then and there, if it weren't for alpheratz's messed up mana flow making him faint in the middle of a fight, practically saving the opposing sorcerer from any repercussions or death itself.

a conflicted mess of emotions, like an overflowing river, made you shiver, as you took a ring, a small gift from sirius from the better times back then, and twiddled with it, the bright stone reminiscent of his ever changing eyes, mysteriously shining in the moon light. you wondered how sirius faired in this trying times: was he alone in this plan, healing his injuries by himself, or were there other ones in on it, scheming behind the shsdows? you put in on your finger, cold metal unpleasanttly grounding you back in reality, yet making you feel nostalgic despite everything that happened.

you opened your stella tab and decided to see if another one of his burner magical tabs was on. since sirius was wanted by the law, it was almost an every day occurrence that he changed his number constantly, his old stella tab presumably broken, as to avoid any possible meanings of easy traction. he admitted jokingly that sending you pigeon letters would be a better, safer alternative, and you almost suggested doing just that, until he laughed out loud at your determined expression in response to a half hearted sarcastic one liner.

"hey, you up?" you learnt not to question sirius about whatever this oath of his was, because somewhere deep inside you knew that he would never give you a proper answer, until the right time comes around.

"you shouldn't be up this late, summoner. is something bothering you?" you smiled, though it was bitter sweet, and wanted to type out "yes, you" but restrained yourself, not wanting this conversation to become an another pointless interrogation.

"what's with the stone in the ring you've given me?"

"it doesn't suit your taste in jewelry?"

"no, it's not that! does it have any meaning behind it?"

"oh, so the summoner wants my gift to be special, huh? never took you as a sentimental person."

"stop teasing me, sirius! just answer the question, or I'm going back to sleep"

"sorry, sorry, my fault, I shall tease you no more. in fact, I'm glad you asked, since this particular stone, opal, does, in fact, have a special meaning. it's my birthstone, would you believe it? it usually represents hope and, well, good karma, though I don't think these qualities suit me very well, you, on the other hand... you're like a guiding light to me, summoner, and i hope you will shine blidingly for me until the very end"

"is this one of your plays again?"

"so you think a man on the run has nothing better to do than to write a dramatic play? I'm just kidding, though I meant it, summoner, every word. this text conversation is making me miss you. I'm sorry it had to turn out this way, I really am. please stay away from the other towers, reject spica's insane ideas, if you must. stay safe, (_) "

"you too, sirius"

"I miss you"

"I know"

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obey me miscellaneous headcanons

barbatos actually likes to do chores without using his magic. he finds this methodical work very calming and it helps him to clear his head or freely daydream, while being productive.

lucifer, satan, barbatos and mephistopheles play chess with each other from time to time. when satan finally won over lucifer after a few centuries of trying, it was also a big win for the anti lucifer league and he taunted lucifer with it for a few months.

as time went on and you eventually got very close to each other, mephistopheles, diavolo and lucifer started to let you into their office, no questions asked, mostly for you to quietly study alongside them, as they were busy with their own neverending piles of documents, that needed to he rewieved. your silent presence served as an incredible motivation for them, since you were being productive together after all, but sometimes it was a little distractive, since they'd rather spend more time with you doing other things, not being stuck for an eternity at the seemingly endless purgatory of work.

mephistopheles is actually very patient and takes pride in explaining things to you or others, even if he has to repeat himself a lot. he can also finds a helped you memorise the material a lot better with a few certain tricks.

the main reason why mammon loses most of the time while gambling isn't his poor luck, but his inability to keep a poker face. in reality he's actually a very good gambler and can win fair and square without cheating.

successfully joining forces, brothers made a patch-like weighted blanket as a birthday present for belphie, who only sleeps with it in his room, never carrying it outside, fearing that it will wear and tear much faster this way.

levi talks pretty fast sometimes, yet despite that he has a very good pronunciation, so there's literally no tongue twister that he couldn't handle at ten times the original speed. satan quizes him with often, trying to find the one, which levi would finally stumble over.

raphael doesn't get jokes, like at all, especially based on specific references, and you have to explain them to him in detail for a better, concrete understanding. he slowly gets a hang of it though, and it all thanks to your help!

when levi told satan about the existence of tamagochies, after lucifer banned him for bringing any pets home, satan was so excited, that he bought himself one with a cat, neko styled too. satan thanks humans for this incredible invention to this day and takes good care of his little virtual pet.

at some point asmo was definetly a fashion history enthusiast, because the fashion of the past forms the current trends after all. he finds the evolution of human fashion very interesting, as well as celestial realm's one.

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"pointless denial"

fandom: twisted wonderland

characters: rollo flamme x yuu

having seen so many people around him fall for each other countless times, rollo himself never believed in such thing as love until death did them part. he often scoffed in disgust at any public displays of affection, harshly reprimanding students, who dared to kiss in the halls of the noble bell, but all of his efforts seemed to be in vain. he knew full well that envy was a sin, so was lust, and with that flamme desperately tried to vindicate his unjust actions. however, his whole facade of jealousy and constant denial, carefully constructed over the years, went up in scorching flames the moment he laid his eyes on you.

***

of course he did his fair share of research on every single student he invited, yet rollo almost couldn't find anything about you or your chaotic familiar of a cat, going by the name grim, if he recalled correctly. that lack of information frustrated much already impatient flamme to no end, since he didn't know what to expect of you, an unsolvable at first enigma: so possibly volatile, unreliable and inconsistent. he sincerely swore to himself that after he gets to know you a little bit better, he would find the solution to this puzzling riddle named after yourself and oh, he has never been so very wrong in his entire life.

as rollo was getting ready to introduce himself to the night raven students, when he saw your face amongst the crowd, he unwillingly stuttered. it was like time itself froze in place for a few miniscule seconds of quiet to let him admire you from such a close distance. having no image of you to go off, he had his certain expectations regarding your appearance, and somehow you managed to crush them in such a devastatingly bewitching way. in a moment flamme quickly composed himself, continuing the necessary formalities, while your presence constantly occupied his ever so busy mind, which annoyed him to no end.

***

doubt concerning his meticulously strategised plan slowly, much akin to venom, started to set in, because for some unknown reason he didn't want to involve you in his dangerous scheme. you were nothing, but a harmless, magicless person from another realm, who just ended up in the night raven college by a wicked chance of fate. there was no need for you to suffer on the behalf of those insolent- rollo quickly stopped this perilous train of thoughts, as his unusual fear for your safety caught him off guard. he only knew you for a few hours, so why did he feel this distracted? until your arrival flamme was so sure of his actions, justifying them by any means necessary, but it all suddenly came to ruin with you now by his side. and yet, he was far too gone in his pointless quest for vengeance, riddled with guilt and remorse to the point of no return. no one could ever save his tarnished soul, not even such a ridiculously kind human as yourself. or that was what rollo liked to believe in.

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when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.

that’s the shit

it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.

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mc: guys, I think that I may be in love with sirius... thoughts?

everyone else, including sirius: and prayers!

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I mean, sirius always cared. he made sure the tower of babili was reinforced, that everyone was properly prepared - and in the end, nobody even died! if he wanted the world to actually end, he wouldn't care about the citizens, about the sorcerers, about us, the summoner.

the towers seem like an unnecessary restriction, this whole system is built on what? trust in the stars? in the constellations?

I'm beyond sad that being chosen is basically a forced role, a title, which erases your previous identity and chooses a destiny for you.

you're no longer a person.

you're the great soceter polaris, who was destined to save the world and sacrifice himself for sirius, the first sorcerer of canis major.

that's why sirius wants to change the system itself, to rewrite the history, to break the contract polaris made with the void deity and to go against schedar's prediction about the second great disaster.

history will not repeat itself.

not on sirius's watch. not if sirius has something to do with it.

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I mean, sirius always cared. he made sure the tower of babili was reinforced, that everyone was properly prepared - and in the end, nobody even died! if he wanted the world to actually end, he wouldn't care about the citizens, about the sorcerers, about us, the summoner.

the towers seem like an unnecessary restriction, this whole system is built on what? trust in the stars? in the constellations?

I'm beyond sad that being chosen is basically a forced role, a title, which erases your previous identity and chooses a destiny for you.

you're no longer a person.

you're the great soceter polaris, who was destined to save the world and sacrifice himself for sirius, the first sorcerer of canis major.

that's why sirius wants to change the system itself, to rewrite the history, to break the contract polaris made with the void deity and to go against schedar's prediction about the second great disaster.

history will not repeat itself.

not on sirius's watch. not if sirius has something to do with it.

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also, can we talk about how dysfunctional their whole group is? I feel like their titles, their roles, make everyone see them not as actual, living human beings, but as role models, as heroes, as figures of bound arlyn fiction.

none of them are used to being cared for. none. it's so upsetting, seeing how they all feel so misunderstood, so guilty, so tired, so... exhausted.

arcturus feels wary and anxious all the time, guilty for not keeping vega and mc together, when sirius was kind of sort of the one who tore them apart and erased his memories. also, vega willingly let go of mc, who turned back to check up on him. they're both to blame.

alpheratz depserately wants to save mc, because he couldn't do so as sirrah, but in the end he almost ended up dying a few times due to how he overworked himself. it's just a general problem with the guide sorcerers, overworking themselves almost to the point of no return.

spica puts too much responsibility upon himself, ignoring his and other's feelings on the matter, because it's his duty, because those are the rules, because the great sorcerers told him to do so. he's the second to die of overworking himself, sirius would be the first.

sirius is... the worst one. he's beyond traumatized, always having to live on his own even as a kid, feeling immense survivor's guilt, blaming polaris for protecting him, because polaris was the only one that cared, the only one that protected him, and imagine how it feels, when the person who gave you this hope tears it away from your heart, unintentionally breaks your mind, evaporates your trust and dies in your arms?..

castor has a great secret: he swapped places with his brother, pollux, and now it came to bite him back! not that he tried to run away from it, but he simply didn't have the time to process this situation. also, real pollux turned out to be into void cult stuff, which is... he's having a huge identity crisis, thanks to his twin's shenanigans, he now has to pretend to be pollux, who he truly isn't. or is he?.. he doesn't now anymore. he just wants his brother back. and his own body.

vega feels responsible for leaving us behind, when it was simply destined to happen. there was no way he could've prevented that separation. and he that's why he's way too overprotective, making decisions for us, blaming others for putting us in danger and so on.