#(btw in my head it’s Caleb)

[cherrymoonvol6]

ok nvm i'll elaborate right now

i think one of the many weird choices in the finale was to make belos possess raine out of all people. one, because it really comes out of the blue. when has belos ever shown any interest of raine? like, i'm sure he must be aware of raine's record of plotting against the establishment, but he never deals with them himself. instead he sends a plethora of other people to do it for him (darius, eberwolf, kikimora, terra). if anything, it is terra that has a bone to pick with them. and in a parallel work where raine got more to do, i believe terra and raine's dynamic would've been something really interesting to explore. kinda like the relationship between atreus and odin in GOW ragnarok, like this "okay i know you hate me and all that i stand for, but i see potential in you so i'll take you under my wing and prove to you that i am worth of your time and loyalty" kinda thing, which is a banger dynamic btw.

but the second part is that there are two way more attractive options. the first one, immediately on demand, is darius. ofc it would take some canon time of developing that dynamic between belos and darius (it pains me that it doesn't exist), but it would make sense that belos would keep a close eye on darius. after all, he was mentored and was a good friend of the previous golden guard, and it's implied in various scenes (mostly ASIAS) that he knows enough about hunter's "ancestors" to praise him when he doesn't follow orders, and ultimately play the long-con to betray belos. he may even be aware in some sense of belos killing the previous golden guard, or even the existence of the grimwalkers. in that case, it would make sense that belos would have built some resentment towards him that ultimately shows in the choice to possess, corrupt and kill his puppeteer-ed body. but then, there's an even better option here, and a character that belos has hide a long-time resentment against: lilith.

look, if belos remembers luz from all those years ago, then he abso-fucking-lutely remembers lilith as well. and in a sense you can interpret the actions in canon as him trying to exert his personal vendetta against her: keep her close in the emperor's coven, trying to get her sister to join and get branded with a sigil with the promise that he'll cure her from her curse, all this while knowing that she would eventually betray him and join luz's side. we know belos kept her close for a reason and he knows the extent of her abilities, her history and relationship with eda, and her weaknesses as well. belos possessing lilith, then, would not only be the definitive "fuck you" to her, but could've also been an effective way to provoke eda emotionally and lead her to abandon her hideout to confront him. and honestly, from the way belos acts in that scene in FTF, his reaction to finding the best candidate to possess would make so much more sense if it was lilith and not raine.

but like, aren't lilith and raine just... insanely similar characters in the show's narrative? both are figures of eda's past, who loved each other sincerely back in simpler times, and through plot-related actions (raine's reason is much better narratively though, IMO) abandoned eda and joined the opposing side, climbing the ranks through their powerful abilities until becoming important figures in the coven circle. trying to think about the things i'd change in canon to make raeda a better couple involve making them go through similar plot beats that eda and lilith have gone through: an emotional, powerful moment where raine has to choose between their position of power and eda's wellbeing, actual tension between them (resentment and guilt from eda's side, frustration and confusion from raine's side), situations where they are forced to colaborate and their chemistry can still come through but still their dynamic is permeated by those lingering wounds... like, all of those things are stuff that already happened in canon, between eda and lilith. there's even that moment in king's tide where eda has the same somber moment with raine and lilith before executing their sabotage:

to me, it event seems like lilith got a lot of attention and development with eda in S1 and early S2 and then her character got sidelined when raine started to appear, and simultaneously: how raine's backstory and conflict of interest with eda are pretty much an afterthought but they still get to be a key player in the plot through late S2 and S3. i'm really sorry that economic character construction has to work this way, but that's how it is: you don't get to give eda a sister and a significant other and then make those two characters the same one. you have to commit to just one and integrate all aspects onto them.

[kjell-e]

Playing Octopath Traveler II as a huge nerd feels a little like the beginning of a weird joke:

Prince Zuko, capitalist Lee Scoresby, Caleb Widogast and Cleric Sherlock Holmes walk into a bar…

[griancraft]

FUCK Caleb from dnd show Critical Roll and his TWINK ASS TIEFLING BOYFRIEND

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Jim from TDS gets so fuzzy brained and dumb when he’s pounding into Y/N, because he wanted her for so long and he finally has her. he feels he deserves to have what he wants, and also making sure everyone knows she belongs to him.

Y/N could be either Jim’s son’s gf/ex-gf, Jim’s daughter’s best friend, or Jim’s best friend 🫣

Btw you’re doing such a great job with your fics!!!

Warnings: Age gap (Jim is in his 40s, reader between 18-25), p in v, Jim’s a bad dad, unprotected sex, creampie, stalking social media, mentions of masturbating, taking inappropriate photos without consent, hickies

Thank you for the request I had a lot of fun with this! Hope you enjoy!❤️

Jim was reclined in his bed, his hand massaging his hardened member while he scrolled through social media photos of you. He was completely fucked ever since the day his son brought you home and may or may not have developed unhealthy coping mechanisms that his son had what he couldn’t.

Even in his dreams he could see your attractive silhouette, continuously replaying fake scenarios of you straddling him, on your knees batting those innocent lashes up at him begging for his cock.

You had him wrapped around your fucking finger without even knowing, you were completely and utterly hypnotizing.

“Fuck y/n..” He kept replaying a video on the beach, only thing covering you was a skimpy little bikini. Jim could just imagine what was underneath, reminiscing how even when he lay in the sun tanning chair, he couldn’t help but snag a few photos when you weren’t paying attention.

Position of you bent over picking up pebbles from the sand, when you came up for air from the water, specs of water droplets painting your chest, running down your cleavage.

He needed to have you, wanted to be entangled in the sheets with you, hearing you moan his name lustfully, screaming as he made you cum.

Your body was so young, hardly flawed, and had curves in all the right places. He hated to see you leave the house but loved to watch you walk away.

In the midst of coming to his high, the door slammed downstairs and he could hear yelling, what sounded to be you.

Curious, and for caution he pulled up his pants, huffing in irritation that he was interrupted from his intrusive, sexual imaginations.

“You are such an ass! Just because I enjoyed an evening with my friends doesn’t give you the right to go out with some random girls to some party and kiss them! You’re ridiculous, did you even think about me for a singular moment?!” This was the moment Jim had been waiting for, as awful as it may sound, he wanted you two to break up. He wanted the opportunity to arise for him to be there when you’re upset, knowing that there was a chance for you two to be together.

Jim wasn’t stupid, there were many times where you “accidentally” brushed past him inappropriately, there were plenty of stolen glances and obscene gestures whenever his son Caleb wasn’t around. You wanted him just as much, but due to your relationship with his son, you hadn’t gone any further. He’d constantly have to excuse himself to the restroom to deal with the repurcussions, seeking out a sweet release.

“You’re over reacting, besides I’ve been meaning to put an end to this dwindling flame. We were never going to work so figured, why not just end it the easy way.” Jim was in shock that Caleb would do such a thing to a girl, especially you. He had taught him better than that, granted he did cheat on his mother but that was besides the point.

Hearing footsteps run up the stairs followed by a door slam, Jim poked his head out hearing your sniffles from downstairs. What kind of man would he be to not check in and ensure you were okay?

“Y/N?” You were seated on the cushioned sofa, mascara flowing messly down your cheeks from weeping, but that voice…that masculine, caring, attractive voice had your glancing up from your emotional turmoil.

Jim was standing there in his pajama pants and black t-shirt, his reading glasses tucked in the hem of his shirt while his peppery hair was slightly disheveled.

“Oh I’m sorry, I was just going to head out. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, no. Stay please. My son’s an idiot and I can assure you I didn’t raise him to be that way.” He took a seat next to you, trying to act concerned when in reality his eyes kept glancing at your thighs, the way your skirt hardly covered anything. Keep it together Jim, jesus.

The close proximity and the smell of Jim’s cologne was raising the tension, and an idea popped into your head. If Caleb thought he had the right to hurt you, you would hurt him ten times worse.

Jim’s crystal blue, alluring eyes were locked on your in a transfixed state of mind, heart pumping with adrenaline when he settled his hand on your thigh in a way to “comfort” you.

He was radiant, smart, and overwhelmingly attractive for a man in his forties. When he touched you, goosebumps formed on your skin, breath hitching in your throat. Was this a bad idea, most likely, but temptation and profound desire had a hold of you both.

“I um- I always thought you were a nice girl Y/N, and beautiful, kind, sexy- fuck what the fuck am I saying.” He wanted to hit himself for his stammering of words, rolling off his tongue without even thinking, but you simply laughed, blushing from his clear embarassment. When he tried to pull away his hand, you moved it back further up just nearly underneath your skit.

“Jim, it doesn’t bother me. I’ve always thought you were quite sexy too, I mean fuck you’re a total dilf and I’ve always imagined what you looked like underneath those clothes. How fucked up is that? My own boyfriend- well ex’s dad.” You glanced down at the floor, eyes skimming the carpet trying to find a way to justify your feelings, that they weren’t morally wrong.

Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he slid his finger down the length of your warm neck, gaining your attention.

There was a momentous silence as you stared into one another eyes, an immense sense of crave and desire coursing through your veins.

Closing the distance, you smashed your lips against Jim’s, hands settled on his cheeks needing him desperately. At that moment the air in the room seemed to disappear, the oxygen slowly didsapating from Jim’s lungs. He was in disbelief that this was actually happening, he was kissing his son’s ex girlfriend who he’d been masturbating to all summer long.

Your lips were soft, smoothe, and you were surprisingly good at kissing for how young you were. Unable to resist, his tongue lapped inbetween your lips as he pulled you onto his lap, his hardened cock rutting against your dripping mound desperately needing you, forgetting Caleb was just upstairs.

He held you like a woman, his hands grasping at the chubby skin of your ass cheeks underneath your skirt, roaming and massaging the delicate skin roughly.

“Fuck Y/N… you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment…” Your lips roamed down to the crook of his neck, sucking and rotating your tongue, surely leaving a mark causing him to release a disgruntled groan.

Your hands fumbled with his belt, craving to be filled with his cock while your pussy throbbed in your panties, slick merely dripping from your cunt.

Shedding yourself of your shirt, Jim’s eyes widened from the sight of your well rounded, perfect tits, they were everything he had imagined them to be and more.

His hands grasped the jiggly skin, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head in satisfaction. Hold it together Jim, what would she think if you busted just from the sight of her fucking tits, pathetic man.  

His brain seemed to turn to a puddle, any prior thoughts lost from your hypnotizing body. He had to have you right then and there.

“Well, are you going to fuck me or not, because I really…” You trailed off you sentence, running a singular finger down his lip, eyes focused on him with a lustful gaze as you grinded against his lap, needing more.

“Really, need you inside me, my pretty pussy aches for you Jim.” Within second he flipped you onto your back, shedding himself of his clothes and tearing down your skirt and panties down in a animalistic frenzy.

He had never seen such a perfect cunt in his life, so in tact, so beautiful, and dripping for him, god how his dick was felt like it was going to burst any minute. His size took you by surprise, Jim wasn’t small by any means, his cock a good eight maybe nine inches, this was going to be fun.

Your hand grazed the back of his neck, pulling him down just so your lips brushed against his ear.

“Hope your cock is better than your son’s, wouldn’t want to be dissapointed.” He took that as a challenge, one that he knew very well he was going to win.

“My son, doesn’t seem to know how to pleasure his woman and I’m going to make sure he and everyone else knows who fucked you right.” Your eyebrow quirked up in interest.

“Well go on then, fuck me like no other man could.” Jim had never been this nervous in his life to fuck a woman, but you- you he didn’t want to leave unsatisfied. 

He didn’t even need to glance down before pushing the head of his thick shaft deep inside of you, claiming you as his.

You gasped from the sudden intrusion, nail’s scraping against the muscles on Jim’s back. He smirked satisfyingly, leaning down to kiss you once more, shoving his tongue roughly into your mouth, desperately needing to explore every inch of you, craving more and more.

He pumped quickly into you, patience being non existent, the feel of your hot, indisputably tight walls clenching to his length. Your boobs bounced with each powerful thrust. His lips trailed down to the warmth of your neck, tenderly sucking lavender marks into your smoothe skin, needing people to know who you belonged to now.

“Oh Jim, more, more, please…” Oh the velvet, captivating sound of your strained moan had his horny brain whirling, eyes merely fluttering closed from the sweet descent of your exasperated tone.

Your pussy was throbbing from pleasure, being filled to the brim like no other man had fucked you before.

Your fingers intertwined in his hair, scrunching at his gray, partially wavy hair, pressing him against your body as he fucked you relentlessly. His free hand cusped at the cushiony skin of your boob, rolling the jelly like skin.

He needed to see you in another position, he need to see himself filling your cunt.

Standing up causing you to whine from the empty feeling, he picked you up with his strong arms effortlessly as if you weighed nothing before bending you over the sofa.

“Oh!” Jim slapped your ass and pulled your head back aggresively by the strands of your hair, plumetting his cock into your heated, tight walls simultaneously.

“Fuck! Fuck Jim! Ah!” He didn’t hold back, striking deep within your aching core over and over, his balls slapping against your skin with each powerful thrust. He had never seen an ass bounce back against him so poetically and perfectly, he was nearly salivating on the mouth looking down at you bent over on display for him and only him. Watching your pussy swallow his dick with each desperate rut, god you were stunning.

Hearing you man his name and take his cock so well was sending him over the edge, his dick pulsating in you before he even had the chance to think. 

As you pounded your ass back against him, your bottom lip was becoming increasingly swollen from how much your teeth had been biting at it from the immense pleasure.

“Jesus, you’re fucking amazing, fucking beautiful, taking my cock so fucking well. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You Jim. All yours, completely yours. I-I’m going to-Ah-“ He slapped your ass cheek fiercely once more, focusing on the way you moaned his name, the way your back arched as you came undone.

Your knuckes turning white from the grip they had on the cushioned surface, toes curling from your orgasm. The euphoric, alluring sensation taking over every part of your body.

That didn’t stop Jim from going to pound town. Slamming your hips down against him, rutting desperately and bottoming out deep within your dripping, aching cunt. He wad close.

“Gonna fucking cum- want me to fill you up love. Hm? Having my cum spilling out of you like a faucet for days.” You nodded desperately moaning for him to cum at the sound of his gruff voice

“Jim, Jim, please. I need your cum, need you to paint my fucking insides white, right now. Now.” At that moment you could feel his thick cock pulsate within your core, his cum shooting straight up into your cervix.

“Fuck, fuck y/n… I’m fucking cumming.” The sweat beaded at your forhead, his own dripping down from his hair onto your back.

He had never felt a high so unfathomably pleasurable, he finally felt like he had accomplished what he always wanted- needed to. You were finally his. 

Pulling out he stretched your cunt, pulling the sensitive, reddened skin apart with his large digits, seeing the art he had created with his milky white cum flowing freely out of your alluring pussy that was still twitching from your orgasm.

Caleb turned and twisted in his bed, the constant strange sounds keeping him up. Deciding to investigate, he grabbed the bat from his room before making his way downstairs only to be blindsided with his own dad intertwined with his now ex-girlfriend whom was covered with hickies on her neck

“What the fuck is this?! How did this-How could-“

“That’s how you treat a woman son. Maybe take notes because let me tell you, she’s a keeper this one.” You smirked on the couch, nuzzling your nose against his chest being fully happy with your decision to sleep with your ex’s father. He was already proving to be more of a man than Caleb ever was.

“Ready for bed love?” Jim held his hand out for you, wrapping his robe around your shoulders while Caleb stood there fuming at the actions of his own father and you, disbelief that you’d go this far, making him question if you ever really gave a shit about him or just dated him for his dad.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human Chapter 5 : Befriending The Enemy

Written by 💕 enchantedchocolatebars 🍫 (me, lol).

Ao3 version.

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Enjoy!

(Really love how I worded my notes for this chapter on ao3, btw!)

The sudden sound of water rushed into a bowl as the three Titan eggs continued to remain comfortable in their bed.

Seconds later, the door to their room began to open.

"Ah," the Titan let out in relief as he stepped inside, a piece of toilet paper clinging to his foot as he took a seat in his rocking chair.

"Now," he began, reaching for the thick hardcover he placed on the floor.

"Back to our story." He flipped to the fifth chapter.

...

"Oh, Philip."

The atmosphere's blackness slowly fades as blue eyes slowly open, revealing a view of Caleb.

"Philip," Caleb coos out a second time, his smile soft as he stands above his brother's bed, wielding a pitchfork.

Philip's eyes slowly begin to shut.

"Philip!"

"Gah!"

The younger teen jolts up.

"What?" Philip groans out in a groggy tone, soon sitting up as he scratches the back of his messy bed head.

Philip watched as Caleb's smile got bigger, a look of alarmed excitement appearing on the blonde's face. "There's a witch in our home!" he exclaimed.

The news caused Philip's eyes to widen. "A witch?!" he repeated in shock, clutching his covers.

Caleb confirmed with a nod of his head as he continued. "She broke in not too long along. I have no doubt that I saw her downstairs."

A hand gestures at Philip to quickly get up. "Come on, Pip, don't just sit there! I can't defeat this she-demon alone! I need your help!"

As Caleb races out of the room, Philip quickly springs out of bed, briskly grabbing his wooden sword from under his pillow before rushing after his brother, his heart pounding.

Despite his nervousness, he was equally enthusiastic about aiding his brother in fighting a witch.

Both teens were passionate about witch hunting and eradicating evil from Gravesfield.

...

"Caleb?" Philip whispered out as he slowly entered the dim dining room. "Caleb? Caleb, where are you?" Philip wondered where on earth the elder went. "Did you get the witch?"

Suddenly, a thought came to Philip that he wished he hadn't thought of.

"Oh no..." As he hurried to the front door, the brunette felt an uneasy tightness in his stomach. "No, no, no. The witch didn't. She didn't take him. She didn't! Did she...? No!"

Philip's only companion in life was Caleb, and he was afraid of losing him, especially to a witch. As anxiety swirls in his mind, Philip opens the door and sees--

"... Oh, hi!" Mr. Kookman, walking by, pauses in place as he greets Philip with a wave.

Henrietta, by her husband's side, proceeds to cluck.

The pair were taking an early morning romantic stroll together.

"Oh... hi," Philip greets back with an awkward smile and waves before closing the door.

As he turned around, he immediately let out a high shriek as he faced a figure much taller than him that appeared to have a skeletal visage.

As Philip fell back onto his bottom, he began to hyperventilate as he pursed his lips and attempted to breathe slowly, only to hear familiar chuckles come from the figure.

Caleb couldn't help but collapse into laughter upon seeing Philip's reaction as he fell down, kicking his feet gleefully in the air as he rocked back and forth, Philip's wooden mask slipping from his face.

As Caleb continues to chortle like a child, we get a freeze frame of him, and the show switches to an art nouveau style with entertaining facts about him listed on screen.

Name: Caleb Wittebane

Age: 17

Desires: To become a famous carpenter who travels the world! (And to someday meet Queen Elizabeth I! Oh, wait…)

Likes: Being older, of course… and cardinals.

Fun fact: He might find ways to sometimes skip church, but shh, don't tell anyone (especially not Mr. Town Minister).

As Caleb's laughter gradually fades, he sits up and wipes a tear from his eye, only for a large brown Bible to strike him right in the face.

An enraged Philip gets his own freeze frame with facts.

Name: Philip Wittebane

Age: 13

Favorite Weapon: His Bible (both literally and figuratively)

Favorite Food: His brother's flapjacks

Is totally in love with: Jesus Christ

...

The early morning had soon turned into early afternoon as Caleb stood before his bedroom door, a small, guilt-ridden smile on his face.

It was evident that someone was preventing him from entering inside, mainly due to the door being locked.

The thick tension in the air was palpable to Caleb as he started speaking.

"Come on, Pip, I said I was sorry," the blonde explained with a nervous laugh. "Please don't stay mad at me. You have to admit, the look on your face was pretty hilarious."

Caleb released more anxious laughter with the hope that his brother would join him as a sign of forgiveness, but instead, he was met with cold silence.

Caleb sighed as his laughter dissipated, his guilt now weighing heavily on him.

"Hey, Philip." He knocked gently on the door. "I truly am sorry for what I did. I shouldn't have woken you up so early in the morning just to pull a prank on you."

Caleb heard a miffed huff come from behind the door.

"Your prank was stupid!" Philip growled.

'Oh, he's speaking to me now. That's a good sign,' Caleb thought to himself. "I know, I know, but--"

"Say it!"

Caleb sighed. "My prank was stupid," he muttered out, his voice filled with shame.

"And?"

The blonde hung his head.

"And I'm sorry. I wish to make amends with you, Pip."

Reaching behind his back, Caleb proceeded to pull out a flyer.

With a grin starting to form on his face, he said, "Your favorite witch hunter is holding a book signing for his recent autobiography at the library today."

"He... is?" Philip asked, a spark of interest in his voice.

Caleb nodded. "That's right. I figured I could take you."

Caleb was aware of his brother's copy of "The Ways of a Witch Hunter" by Matthew Hopkins as he saw him reading it regularly, with Philip engrossed in every word written on the pages.

"..."

Caleb briefly chuckled due to the silence. "What? Don't believe me? Have a look for yourself."

The room door slowly opened, and Philip poked his head out to see his brother happily holding a flyer with a picture of his hero and the title of his latest book.

Blue eyes immediately sparkled at the paper, and before you know it, Philip soon shuts the door.

Caleb laughed, knowing that his brother was getting ready. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs, Pip."

...

Philip couldn't contain his excitement as he and Caleb walked through town to the library.

The brunette was practically buzzing with joy at the thought of getting to meet the man he looked up to.

'Maybe if I share my knowledge of witch hunting with Mr. Hopkins, he might offer me an apprenticeship!'

Philip squealed in his mind as he and Caleb arrived at a long line that began outside and led inside the library.

The queue of people was lively, as everyone was eager to have their book copies autographed by Gravesfield's handsomest hero.

...

As the line slowly progressed forward, Caleb became more and more exhausted with every hour that passed, but Philip remained cheerful and held onto his book tightly with anticipation.

...

"Look, Caleb!" Philip directs his finger at Matthew Hopkins' author table.

He and Caleb were now inside the library, waiting in the center of the line.

"We're almost at the front!"

Matthew was occupied with writing his initials on the title page of his book for a woman who was clearly captivated by him, her eyes glistening with love.

He gave her a suave wink after he finished and returned her book, and she nearly fainted from his charm.

Next in line to have their book signed was a man grinning ear to ear as he handed his book to Matthew.

Hopkins proceeded to open the book to the title page and placed the nib of his pen on the page.

Upon starting to write, he stopped as soon as he noticed the scratchy, hard-to-see texture of his lines.

"Hmm," he quietly hummed. "It seems my pen's run out of--"

The profound number of hands reaching out to Matthew with spare pens as soon as he said that startled him.

He soon smirked. "Ink," he finished, giving his hair a good toss.

The witch finder general gladly took a pen from the nearest hand, which caused the crowd of fans to roar and squeal with fanatic cheers.

As soon as Matthew started signing, we are greeted with a freeze frame of him in an art nouveau style, complete with fun facts about him.

Name: Matthew Hopkins

Age: 24

Status: Gravesfield's greatest witch (hunter???) (finder???) general.

Capabilities: Is able to detect the Devil's mark on a witch a mile away (or so he says).

His best assets: You take a wild guess.

...

"... Huh? Oh, yeah, we are," an absent-minded Caleb acknowledged his brother's comment as his eyes were glued to the wooden lantern clock on the wall.

'She'll be arriving at the house soon...,' Caleb thought to himself as the clock struck three.

He gazed at Philip.

"Uh, Pip, you'll have to excuse me, I need to use the bathroom."

Caleb tried his best not to look like he was lying.

"But, Caleb--"

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon!" The oldest assured as he stepped out of line and quickly headed out of the main entrance of the library without delay.

Philip narrowed his eyes at Caleb as he left but decided to take his word that he would indeed return.

After all, the oldest had no reason to abandon his younger brother in line and suddenly go somewhere else.

That's not like him at all, Philip believed.

...

After another hour and so of waiting in line, it was finally Philip's turn to approach Matthew Hopkins' table.

An overly conceited smile crossed Hopkins' lips upon seeing the exuberant teen dash to his table.

The youth's admiration of his greatness brought him joy.

"GoodafternoonMr.HopkinsmynameisPhilipWittebanewouldyoupleasepleasePLEASEsignmybook?"

The bright-eyed boy spoke at such a rapid pace, which made Matthew let out a small, lighthearted laugh.

"I don't see why not," Hopkins said as he took the handed book and opened it to the title page.

As he began to sign his initials, Philip's grin glowed as he screeched heavily with excitement in his head.

"You said your name was Philip, correct?"

"Yes!"

"I see. Doesn't that mean--?"

"Lover of horses? Yes!"

"I see."

After Hopkins was finished, he gave the book back to Philip.

"I'm too busy doing God's work, so I'm not much of an artist," he admitted with a chuckle.

Upon opening his book, Philip noticed a poorly drawn stick figure horse drawing next to Matthew's initials.

With a gasp, the brunette squeezed his book with affection, swaying back and forth.

"That's okay, I love your drawing! I'll treasure it forever! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, so much, Mr. Hopkins! I hope to be as great a witch hunter as you when I'm your age."

Matthew chuckled cockily. "Well, you'll never be as great as I am, but there's always room for second best."

"Second best," Philip repeated in wonderment, imagining himself as such. "I'll aspire to be that then! Thank you so much!"

...

After the book signing event came to an end, Philip was walking through the woods as the vibrant orange sun was starting to set.

He breathed out a small huff, clearly cross, as his boots crunched down on the autumn leaves that dressed the soil.

As upset as the brunette was at Caleb's dishonesty and departure, at least he got the chance to interact with his favorite hero.

Nonetheless, he was still angry.

After some thought, he decided that he would give his brother the silent treatment as soon as he got home.

...

After reaching his front door, Philip opened it and stepped inside.

Upon hearing bubbly giggles coming from the kitchen, he paused.

Philip then frowned.

'Looks like he brought a girl home,' the brunette thought to himself as he sighed, shutting the door.

That must be the reason why he left him alone in line.

After muttering a not-so-nice insult under his breath, Philip proceeded to the kitchen.

Upon arriving at the entrance, Philip instantly froze as he watched the shocking scene taking place in front of him, his book falling from his grasp.

He was soon struck by a wave of terror as he covered his mouth.

"... I picked this pumpkin a few days ago, so might as well use it before it goes bad, right?" Caleb chuckled fondly as he was preparing pumpkin soup with a girl who looked to be around his age.

However, this was no ordinary girl.

She wore a scarlet colored cloak with a hood that she had on while a black bird was nesting inside on her head.

The teen's dress looked like something an otherworldly explorer would wear, and while the length of her auburn hair was unknown due to her hood, she had fluffy bangs that covered the entirety of her eyes.

Her demonically pale skin, golden eyes, pointed ears, canine teeth, and exposed ankles led Philip to clench his fists.

"Witch!" he shouts before charging at the girl to attack her, only for Caleb to take notice and quickly intervene.

"Whoa, Philip, wait! No fighting in the house!" Caleb informed, extending his arm out to prevent Philip from harming the girl.

He glanced at the girl and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry about him. This was the little brother I was telling you about."

"WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN SAYING ABOUT ME TO HER!" Philip demanded with a growl.

Caleb rolled his eyes, causing the girl to giggle. "His name is Philip. And Philip, this is ******."

"******?!" A shocked Philip repeated. "That's no human name!"

"******!" ****** beamed out her own name in utter delight as we get a freeze frame of her in an art nouveau style with character information about her.

Name: ****** ****** ******

Age: 17

Species: Witch

Adores: Palismen and making weird noises

Crimes: Arson

"She's a really good friend of mine."

"FRIEND?!"

"We've been seeing each other for quite some time now."

"FOR SOME TIME NOW?!"

"Mostly when you're either asleep or away."

A happy, hawk-like screech escapes ****** as she waves at Philip, but the brunette refuses to wave back and shoots a glare at Caleb.

"What are you doing?! Stop smiling at her and kill her already!" Philip ordered loudly.

Caleb rolled his eyes a second time.

Philip bared his teeth.

"If you don't do something about her, I'll let the town minister know that you've been seeing a witch this entire time! You know that's a sin!"

When Philip noticed the worried expression on ******'s face when the minister was mentioned, a smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh, yeah?" Caleb began, crossing his arms as he smiled serenely but threateningly.

"Since we're on the topic of sin, I'm certain that Mr. Town Minister would be very interested to see those inaccurate drawings of Christ in your journal. You know, the ones where you give him massive muscles and chest hair."

Philip's face flushed immediately, and he scowled. "Fine, I won't tell then!" he shouted with a stomp of his foot. "... AND STOP GOING INTO MY JOURNAL!"

Caleb chuckled.

Knowing that she would be safe and far away from the minister's clutches, ****** screeches happily as she hugs Caleb.

During their hug, Philip rolls his eyes and grumbles bitterly under his breath, but soon notices the expression his brother sends him as ******'s back is turned.

Caleb was smirking at him as he winked.

He then proceeded to put a finger on his lips.

Philip's eyes widened in sudden understanding, his smirk even darker than Caleb's as he nodded.

'Heh, their friendship isn't genuine. Caleb definitely has a trick up his sleeve,' Philip chuckled darkly in his thoughts.

...

As ****** carefully ladled servings of pumpkin soup into bowls and placed thick slices of bread on small plates, she failed to notice the two shadows looming over her with eerie smiles... until she finally did and turned around.

She smiles when she sees that it's just her two friends, Caleb and Philip Wittebane, who were both smiling affectionately at her.

Knowing that she would be sharing supper with them brought her immense joy.

[imnotkosmic]

Moments from "The Chosen" that live rent free in my head:

• Season two: John the Baptist excitingly screaming "yeah!" when Jesus cast a demon from Caleb.

• Season two: "The Son of Man- that's Me, btw."

• Season two: Simon P and Andrew's argument ("My little brother whom I love very much?")

• Season two: Phillip's introduction was the best.

• Season three: BIG AND LITTLE JAMES HUGGED ON THEIR 2 BY 2 MISSION AND BIG JAMES HAD TO PICK LIL' JAMES UP BECAUSE HE'S SO SMALL.

• Season three: Angry Phillip.

• Season three: When the man broke into Andrew's flat. ("Knock next time!")

• Season three: When Simon P told Nathaniel and Z to be quite.

• Season three: The Sons of Thunder being jealous of each other because of Thomas.

• Season two/three: Thomas asked Ramah to marry him???

• Season one: "I'm not exactly jumping of out my sandals because Creepy John pointed at someone!"

• Season one: When Andrew got that huge coat for Jesus ("I think I could fit all of you in here with Me.")

• Season two/three: Jesus telling John (and Little James I'm pretty sure?) that He loved them.

• Seasons two and three: Jesus calling His disciples by their nicknames.

• Season two: Simon P introducing the others to Simon Z ("That's Nathaniel, he says what first comes to his mind, so don't be offended.")

• Season two: The Son's of Thunder and the Son's of Jonah competing to see who goes fishing. (Sore loser Andrew lol)

[bawdybooster]

Creative ways of hypnosis are amazing. Beautiful. But how about we bring back the classics in cartoons that probably are the origins of our kinks ? The classic "look into my eyes" and "yes master" (or mistress)

You know, you make a good point about how underappreciated the classics are. I'm all for some more creative and experimental hypnosis depictions, but we wouldn't be anywhere near those if not for the ol' hypno-eyes.

Heads Up though that this piece GETS PROPERLY NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR. Not just "Oh btw this is some kinky kink stuff" NotSafeForTumblr I mean "Our Main Character gets stripped naked and examined/fondled by his Master" NotSafeForTumblr.

Anyway, Story below the Cut!

They'd only been in the same room for a few minutes, but to Caleb, it must've been hours. He'd come to the Old Gentleman's Estate seeking to court his daughter, but it seemed there was a misunderstanding. The servants, smiling fools as they were, seemed to think he was here to join them! As he was guided past an arsenal of happy, smiling servants, he was beginning to have second thoughts about it all.

Upon meeting the Old Gentleman himself, though, he soon found he had no thoughts at all.

Caleb quickly found himself swept over by the Old Gentleman's presence. The way he carried himself, the way he dressed, that smooth, clear, commanding voice... before he knew it, Caleb had become utterly captivated by the thought of him.

"Is everything alright, Caleb?" The Gentleman spoke. Only a moment ago, he'd been talking about some sort of examination Caleb would have to undergo. He seemed concerned for the young man swaying loosely before him, but his eyes told another story. They drew Caleb in like beautiful, glimmering gemstones, shining against the candlelight of the study in an iridescent glow.

"Y... Yes..." Caleb answered meekly.

The Gentleman shook his head. "Dear boy," he commanded, "If you are to be in my service, You Are To Refer To Me As Master. Am I clear?"

"Y... Yes..."

"Yes, What?"

"Yes, Master," Caleb responded immediately. He was shocked at how his body seemed to betray him.

"Excellent," The Gentleman beamed. "Enough of these pleasantries then..."

Caleb winced as the old man's eyes erupted, bursting into hypnotic light.

"Look Into Your Master's Eyes Like A Good Servant."

The words slipped through Caleb's mouth before he could even register them. The young man gasped at the sight before him, unable to look away from those beautiful eyes. Ribbons of blinding whites and enveloping blacks twisted out from the Gentleman's glimmering eyes, ensnaring his presence over Caleb's will. They slithered into his wide, awestruck eyes and wrapped around his mind tight, refusing to let anything slip out from under their spiraling spell.

"That's It," soothed the Gentleman, "Look Into My Eyes and let my will course through you. Think only of serving me. Think only of being mine."

"Yes, Master." Caleb answered emptily.

He blushed as the Gentleman grinned in delight, offering his new servant an affectionate "Good Boy~" for his obedience. He rose from his seat and marched over to Caleb, beckoning the young man to rise for his Master.

The Examination was about to begin.

A set of well-dressed hands, draped in silken gloves and a wool overcoat, wrapped their way around the young man's body. They teased and traced over every inch of him, examining Caleb thoroughly. He didn't even register them unbuttoning his shirt, peeling away the cloth covering his skin to reveal his handsome body hidden away.

With a graceful twirl, his shirt was whisked away from his chest. Then, the Gentleman's hands danced down to his legs, slipping off his shoes before briskly dropping his trousers to the floor. In moments, he was left standing in nothing but his undergarments within the Gentleman's study.

"Remove the last of your clothes." The Gentleman commanded. Certainly, he could've done this himself, but he wanted to be assured that his new servant would be loyal to his command -- his every command.

Without hesitation, Caleb's hands thoroughly stripped him of his undergarments. Perhaps, a bit too thoroughly, though. The undergarments were practically shredded by the time Caleb had finished tearing them from his legs.

The Gentleman smirked as he took in the sight of his new servant, standing for only him to bear in his study.

A blissful smile crept over the young man's face as the pair of hands kneaded against his chest. They massaged and fondled the young man with equally as much wanton desire as studious expertise. Caleb couldn't help but feel like putty in their molding caress. His grinning jaw grew slack, and a hint of drool began to trail its way from his lips.

The young man gasped as a gloved hand pounced upon his face and snapped his jaw shut.

"Now, now," the Gentleman tutted, still focused on his new servant's body. "You mustn't drool, my prize. A good manservant is just as much a gentleman as his master."

"Yes, Master."

Caleb kept his mouth shut tight as the hand left his chin. The Gentleman kept a watchful eye on the young man, beaming spirals of obedience continuously into his servant's mind as he continued his examining caress. Caleb couldn't help but continue to look, even when his eyes wanted to squint and giggle at how good the Gentleman's touch felt at times.

Then, the Gentleman moved lower.

Caleb's thighs shut tight together as a graceful hand ghosted its way down to his crotch. The Gentleman glowered, glaring into his new servant's eyes.

"Open For Your Master." He commanded.

Caleb squirmed, his desire to obey betrayed by how sinfully good it felt just to have that hand there on his crotch, mere inches away from his penis. He didn't want to close his thighs to that savory touch -- his body was acting on instinct!

The Gentleman grabbed at the young man's throat, holding him firm as he bore into his eyes with spiraling vigor. "Look Into My Eyes." He commanded once more. "Open For Your Master."

A choked mewl escaped Caleb's lips with a whimper as his body went limp in his Master's hold, his thighs spreading apart to reveal himself to the Gentleman.

"Good boy," said the Gentleman, "Now let's see how you fare under pressure~"

What felt like a jolt of electricity shot through Caleb as the Gentleman groped his cock. That firm hand gripped him with slow, methodical precision, pushing him further to the brink. His eyes fluttered, addled by feelings of pleasure caressing his entire being. Whispers of praise danced into his ears and directed his mind further into his trance, further into the Gentleman's ever-present hold over his being.

"That's it, my prize," he purred, "Succumb To Me. Give In To My Embrace. Your Body Is Mine. Your Mind Is Mine. You Belong To Me."

Caleb grinned as the Gentleman spoke the truth to his mind. "Yes, Master." He praised. He belonged to him. His body was but a toy for his Master to play with. His mind was an instrument for his Master to tune to his melody. He guided him along into bliss with gentle tenderness, yet the hunger in his eyes spoke volumes of his need.

The young man gasped as the hands holding him ripped away from his flesh. He reached out to hold them back, unwilling to let that wonderful pleasure escape him so quickly.

"Be Still."

Caleb froze to his Master's command. The Gentleman stepped back, marveling at the beautiful sight he had molded from the young man who had only just arrived at his Estate.

"A very good performance, Caleb," The Gentleman remarked, "A Very Good Performance indeed.

"Yes, Master," Caleb replied. He was happy to have performed so well for his Master.

"You show excellent promise for our staff. Eager to obey, Loyal to command, and bearing a well-endowed form. Normally, you'd work your way up to this position, but this opening needs to be filled immediately by someone... disposable."

Caleb perked up, his empty grin somewhat puzzled at his Master's words.

"I suppose it is the nature of our gifts," the Gentleman mused. "My daughter finds nothing more attractive than a lover she can break and put back together again. I can't blame her. However, she's yet to figure out the ordeal of putting them back together again. A problem, as I'm sure you'd agree."

"Yes, Master." Caleb smiled.

The Gentleman paced, continuing his study of the young man. "So, you are to be her 'Test Subject'. A disposable plaything she can break and break again and again so that she can learn how to make a lover. Does That Sound Agreeable?"

Caleb grinned. The thought of it all sounded like a dream come true.

"Excellent." The Gentleman beamed. "And when she's done with you, and broken and remade you so thoroughly you can't tell what's what... You Will Be My Plaything To Toy With~"

[shae-mermaid]

You Are A Queen, Part 6 (FINALE)!!!!!!

PART 1! | PART 2!! | PART 3!!! | PART 4!!!! | PART 5!!!!!

A/N: WOO!!! IT'S FINALLY FINISHED!!! As voted on by my readers, this one ends with another song! Hopefully you guys like this song selection, cause I SURE DO :'D (Song was written by Caleb Hyles on YouTube btw, if y'all wanna check out his other stuff. His voice is truly amazing!) Anyways, enjoy! <3

PART 6 (FINALE)!!!!!!

  It had been about a week since you had seen Lucifer in person. Sure, he would send you the occasional text, usually just selfies of him with his fellow sins at a meeting or something. You quite enjoyed seeing his and Asmodeus’s silly poses and antics together. But you were really starting to miss the king. It was too the point that you started getting paranoid that you had scared him off. Or bored him off. Stop it, brain! But you just couldn’t. Those self-deprecating thoughts always came back to your mind with a vengeance. 

  One afternoon, Charlie had invited you to hang out with her and Vaggie in their room. You were sitting on the ground, petting Keekee while she rubbed her face against your hand and purred up a storm. You had a soft frown on your face, looking down at the purring cyclops-cat. You had gone a bit spiral-y, to be honest. But, as always, you kept quiet about it.

  That is, until Charlie noticed. She looks down at you, concerned. “...Anything wrong, Y/n?”

  Maybe, you thought. “It’s nothing important, Charlie. I’ll get over it eventually. 

  “Well… okay, but just to make sure you know, you can tell us anything, if you need to talk. It might help to vent.” Vaggie put a hand on Charlie’s knee, giving her a soft smile before looking back at you.

  You accept defeat, and sigh. “It’s just… I haven’t heard from Lucifer in a while. I thought we were friends, but now I barely get so much as a text from him. I know I’m probably being paranoid, but I just have this nagging feeling like… like he’s bored with me, or something.

  Vaggie chuckled a little bit, and sat beside you, joining you in petting Keekee. “Yeah, just a bit.”

  “Vaggie!” exclaimed Charlie, giving a teasingly miffed look to her girlfriend. Vaggie couldn’t help but giggle a little, knowing she wasn’t being serious.

  “...Okay, maybe just a teeny tiny bit,” Charlie added on. “But, I have an idea about what you’re feeling,” she says while joining you both on the floor, making a semi-circle.

  Charlie reached down, and gave Keekee some belly-rubs while she slept peacefully on the floor. “I know it’s hard, but try not to worry so much. My dad can get really busy with his job sometimes. He is the king of Hell, after all… Besides, he’s definitely not the type to just up and ghost someone! Especially someone he’s so bonded to!”

  You look up at Charlie, for once looking her in the eyes. It’s always been hard for you to do that consistently. “...You really think so?:

  Charlie smiles reassuringly back at you. “Oh, I know so. My dad’s been so much happier than he has been in literally years, and it seemed to start when you came  to the hotel. And, he brings you up a lot,” she adds, her grin growing wider (even for her).

  You blush slightly, smirking towards the floor. “Thanks, Charlie. I hope you’re right.”

  Charlie and Vaggie gave you a little group hug, while you all stood up and walked back towards your room. 

  A couple of hours go by, while you’ve been quietly crocheting in your room (a little Fat Nuggets, small enough to be a key charm for Angel), and suddenly, you jumped from the  sound of your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You let out a sigh to calm yourself, and grab your phone, to see that you had gotten a text from Lucifer.

  ‘Hey, Siren! Did you wanna meet me up in my suite? It’s been a while, and I figured we could hang out somewhere other than your room for once! =)’

  You chuckled to yourself, smirking down at your phone screen. You texted a quick ‘Be there in a bit!’, put your latest project down and headed out your door, mind racing with both excitement and anxiousness. 

  Once you got up the last flight of stairs, your mind is spinning with sudden panic. You force yourself to stop for a minute or two, making yourself focus on taking deep breaths. It’ll be okay, you tell yourself. But you just couldn’t shake that something about this time was… different.

  When you got to his front door, you heard something you wouldn’t normally have heard inside a hotel room. …Ducks? I mean, not unusual at all for him, but inside his room??

  You knocked on the door. “Lucifer??” you shouted.

  “It’s unlocked! Come on in!” you get a response back from a familiar voice. 

  You slowly opened the door, feeling weird about just walking into someone else’s space, but you froze in your spot. “Why am I heari- ?!”

  You saw a portal in the middle of his living room, leading to some sort of…beautiful garden! With a pond! And ducks! DUCKIES!! You squeal internally.

  You step over the portal threshold, eager to get as close to the ducks as possible, but you feel a tap on your shoulder, which makes you freeze again, like a deer in the headlights.

  “Oh! Sorry! I keep forgetting you get a little jumpy,” you hear in a low tone, with an almost flirtatious chuckle.

  “Oh! Lucifer! It’s ok, I-,” you start as you turn around, you see Lucifer dressed especially handsomely today, in a black with red pinstripe dress shirt that’s partially unbuttoned at the top, and tight black slacks. Not only that, but you see that he had laid out a little picnic for you both, on top of a quilted blanket with ducks all along the hem.

  “What’s all this for?” you ask Lucifer, a hint of excitement and curiosity evident in your tone.

  Lucifer blushed a tiny bit. “Oh, you know, I just thought it would be a nice change of pace from our normal little hangout routine… Plus, I’ve been meaning to show you my private garden for a while now,” He added, with a proud smirk and a slight puff of his chest.

    It was your turn to blush, raising your eyebrows in response. “Oh, wow! I shouldn’t have been so surprised, then,” you say as you look around at all the colorful flowers, trees, and the pond. “It’s beautiful…”

  “Yes…,” Lucifer stopped himself just in time before he could let out a ‘You are,’ and instead said “It’s my pride and joy. Well, besides Charlie, of course. I like coming here to think.”

  “And it’s not at all related to the little feathery friends over there?” you question, playfully. 

  “...Okay, they’re a bonus,” Lucifer answered as he looked away, getting a little shy whenever he saw your beautiful, sweet smile. “But they’re not the only reason!” he retorted.

  You chuckle and smile wider. “It’s okay, I get it. I’d hang out here all the time, too.”

  Lucifer tried to relax his tense shoulders for a second. “Anyway, shall we?” He gestures towards the little picnic setup, offering you his other hand.

  You responded  with a “Yes, let’s,” as you took his hand and sat beside him, knees brushing up against each other. 

  Conversation flowed easily, as you both ate, and walked around the little pond, feeding the ducks some leftover bread crumbs and some feed Lucifer had left by the pond for this exact purpose. One got close enough that you knelt down, trying to convince it to eat out of your hand. It did so enthusiastically, making you giggle from the tickle of its bill against your palm.

  You weren’t paying attention to him at that moment, and didn’t notice how Lucifer was looking down at you, a soft, blushing smile across his face. Your laugh was adorable, and almost as addicting as your singing. Almost.

  You finally stand back up. “I could get so much inspiration here.”

  Lucifer chuckled a bit in response. “Yeah, it’s nice for getting inspiration to write.”

  “You write?? What sort of writing?” You ask, surprised. You didn’t think he’d have the time to do more than just writing for his work.

  “Oh, y’know, mostly… songs I write here and there, when I have the time,” he says, trying not to sound like he’s bragging.

  Your eyes grow a little wider. “Really? Well, if you’re ever willing to perform one, I’d love to hear it. Maybe I can help you out with the lyrics or something?”

  Lucifer chuckles, blushing again. “Actually… I kind of have a song that I was… hoping you’d wanna check out?” He asks, looking to the ground, then back up to your shimmering eyes.

  “Oh! Uh.. okay,” you answer, trying to contain your excitement. You had never heard Lucifer sing, but Charlie had told you that he has an amazing voice! “Sounds great!”

  Lucifer smiled wider at you, took your hand and led you to a nearby sun room, connected to his manor. Inside, you saw a collection of his instruments, with his violin being the only one not hanging, instead sitting on a little stand in front of possibly the most beautiful piano you had ever seen! An all white full sized grand piano, with carved gold filigree on the legs, music stand,  and matching bench. “I love your taste in pianos!”

  Lucifer laughed wholeheartedly. “Thanks. I made it!” He claimed proudly, with another small puff of his chest. “It’s enchanted, so it plays by itself. All you have to do is think of the song you want, then touch the piano, and…,” he touches the side wall, and the piano keys start moving, as if an invisible pianist was swiping their hand on every key, from lowest to highest. “Voila!”

  Your grin grew very wide, and your stomach fluttered, as the ivories tickled themselves. The sound of a piano was something that was extremely nostalgic for you, reminding you of when your mother would practice for church, and when your dad would sometimes be tuning the baby grand your family owned. You close your eyes and sigh, “I’ve missed that sound.”

  “You did tell me that your parents were musicians, but you never told me what they played?” Lucifer questioned.

  “Well, technically, my mother was the pianist for our… local church. My dad knew how to play, but by profession, he tuned and rebuilt them. So, once I finally moved out, a home just… never felt quite like home without the sound of a piano being played.” Thinking about it makes you sigh again, only with sadness. Your mother passed away a few years before you wound up in Hell, and the sound of a piano being played, while enjoyable, after her, became a bit bittersweet. You had only just stopped crying whenever a church hymn was played around you, right before taking your journey here. 

  “... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up something that was painful for you,” Lucifer put his hand on your shoulder, a concerned expression on his face. 

  “No, no, it’s okay,” you replied with a bit of a reflective smile. “If all those roads led to here, then I have no regrets,” you said, as you looked in Lucifer’s eyes with a half-lidded smile. 

  Lucifer felt his heartbeat going faster from that look, swiftly hiding yet another blush by turning his head and walking over to the piano. “Sorry if I sound a bit nervous. I had never played this song for anyone before, and it’s kind of… personal…”

  “Oh, trust me, I understand,” you replied with a sweet, reassuring tone and a bit of a chuckle. “But you know me. I won’t bite. In fact, I can close my eyes and face away if you feel more comfortable with that,” you offer with a caring grin.

  Lucifer chuckled softly back. “Nah, that’s okay. I like being able to see your reaction. Thank you, though.” He let out a deep sigh. “Well, ready?”

  You sat down on a small bench against the wall close by. “Ready!”

  Lucifer grins, and lifts up his violin to his chin, while touching the piano at the same time, never breaking eye contact with you until a few measures into the introduction of the song, when his violin part kicked in. The way he played along with the reverb of both his instruments instantaneously gave you goosebumps, all throughout your body.

“I was told that heaven's never too far gone

I was told my soul was meant to sing a song

But as I tarried through life

I learned that that was not quite so.”

  You couldn’t help but sigh with him at that part. You related to that, at least, in a bit more of a literal sense.

“Through right and wrong and perpetual sin

Forever bound to struggle from within

Was I sold a lie? Because if heaven are these people

Then I don't want to sing their song…”

  Lucifer closed his eyes at this point, lowering his volume for the dip in the song flow.

“But grace, how sweet it sounds

Claimed and loved for nothing,

Redeemed, was lost, now found…”

“Can I hope? Can I change?

Can I erase a past that has caused so much pain?

Wash it clean, white as snow

Surely there's hell to pay, but I'll never be the same…!”

  You open your eyes again, feeling another wave of chills. Charlie definitely undersold her dad’s singing capability, you thought. You saw Lucifer take a peak at you for a second, as he continued on.

“I was told that heaven's streets were paved with gold

I was told that I would never walk alone

But my hands and feet are bloodied

And no one wants a sinner's lot.”

  You look Lucifer in the eyes empathetically, wanting to go up and hug him, but you resist and go back to listening.

“If man cannot forgive what I have done

And man was made from who is up above

Then why give us a choice?

You know that I will lose control…!”

  Suddenly, you see a cloud of enchanted smoke form above the piano, showing silhouettes of Charlie, Vaggie, and…you?!

“But grace, it holds my hand,

And tells me I am worthy to love

And not hold back…”

  The image of you slowly turns to the side, with a silhouette of Lucifer stepping in from the left, holding imaginary-you in his arms. Your eyes and smile slowly widen, feeling yourself welling up with tears, but trying desperately to keep control of yourself for a little longer.

“Can I hope? Can I change?

Can I erase a past that has caused so much pain?

Wash it clean, white as snow

Surely there's hell to pay, but I'll never…!”

  You see imaginary Charlie and Vaggie’s silhouettes join Lucifer’s and yours, in a little group-side-hug, as you and Lucifer turn your heads to face each other, and… KISS?!

"Can you love? Can you change?

Can you erase a past that has caused so much pain?

Wash it clean, white as snow

Surely there's hell to pay, in this cage I won't stay

'Fore my soul's cast away, and I'll never…

…Be the same.”

  You saw your imaginary-selves sitting and watching the sunset, as the enchanted cloud slowly dissipates into nothing. You lowered your gaze to see Lucifer, looking down with a tear streaming down his cheek. He slowly looks up and over to you, with an almost pleading expression.

  “... Well?...,” he quietly lets out, with a sniffle.

  All those waves of emotion come crashing over you all at once, as you start to quietly clap, tears streaming down your face as well. You get up and walk over to Lucifer, and give him a very strong hug, burying your face in his shoulder. “... Are you saying what I think you’re saying, or is it just wishful thinking?... Was all this really…?,” you let out, your cracked voice muffled by his shirt and your own sobs.

  Lucifer wraps one arm around your waist, while his other hand lifts your face to him, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes, and oozing adoration. “Y/n, I know it might be hard, but would you maybe consider…giving me the honor of… being your boyfriend?..,” he says softly, still crying a little.

  You start to sob even harder, holding onto the back of his shirt with a tight fist. “Yes… I can’t believe this is really happening, Yes!!” you exclaim.

  Lucifer hugs you back, sobbing harder now as well. “..A-are you sure?... Y-you might have to be in the s-spotlight sometimes, i-if you’re with me…”

  You look up at Lucifer with just as much adoration in your eyes, as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he holds your cheek. You lean into his palm, as you say “Absolutely. It’s worth it…,” Another tear streams down your face. “... You’re worth it, Lucifer Morningstar.”

  Lucifer lets out another sob, while wiping your stray tear away with his thumb. You start giggling through all of the tears, which was apparently infectious, because Lucifer started to join you, hugging you back tightly and shaking your bodies around in excitement. Once you both calm down, he holds your face again and adds “You are worth it too, my beautiful Siren. And I’m going to keep reminding you of that, every minute of every day, for as long as you’ll have me…” he lets his gaze shift between your lips, and back to your eyes. “M-may I…?”

  Your smile grows wide enough that it starts to make your cheeks ache. You slowly pull his face closer to you by the neck, letting your lips crash into each other passionately at the last second. You grip the nape of his neck, while he very slowly rubs his hands up and down the curves of your waist, savoring this moment. His lips were sweet, soft, and…so intoxicating.

  You both felt like you were finally home, in each other’s arms.

Fin

A/N: YAY!! I'm happy with how this all turned out! I'm a little sad that it's done, though. I feel like an avid reader that just finished a series they got -super- engrossed in, like "What do I do with myself now?" You know? I got a LOT of inspiration just from having Caleb Hyles's song stuck in my head for -weeks- now. Not that I'm complaining. It's gorgeous! I'm just happy this final chapter came out of my obsession. @u@ I also got a bit of inspiration for the enchanted smoke scene by watching Btoon's animatic based on the song (THANKS FOR MAKING ME HAPPY-CRY DUDE IT WAS BEAUTIFUL)! Anyways, I really hope you enjoyed this ride-along with me and possibly my -biggest- hyper fixation in my life thus far! Please let me know what you thought about it in the comments! I haven't gotten very many, and I'd really like some more, at least now that it's done. ^u^'

~Shae <3

[a-hobit]

Since Luz and Hunter in your switched AU are born in 1600s colonial America and Luz clearly speaks Spanish in the AU (shown in a comic) and is Latina (specifically Dominican) in show cannon, is there any history stuff you’re adhering especially considering the differences between Spanish and English colonies in location and demographic or are you ✨going rogue?✨ Is Luz an indigenous-Spanish mix like many Latinos are today? How would she have gotten to mainland since a lot of Spanish claim was in the Caribbean or Florida and treatment of indigenous people by Europeans, specifically Spanish and British, was notoriously brutal? Sorry if I’m absolutely overthinking this. This is coming from a history nerd, so I’m just curious how that’s going to work considering the realities of racial divides in colonial settlements during 1600s America and the relatively small number of Spanish people that actually would’ve lived there by then. AGAIN SORRY IF I’M OVERTHINKING IT I’M JUST A NERD FEEL FREE TO JUST BE LIKE “NAH.”

OH btw, I noticed a comment in a comic that implied trans Hunter and just wanted to mention that there’s some super interesting accounts of LGBTQIA+ people from the time period if you’re interested. I know of a fan work about Caleb and Phillip where Caleb is trans that covers that extensively if you want a link.

I LOVE ASKS LIKE THIS ANON!! Because IM overthinking it but at least someone else is too! So there's a lot I can't answer due to spoilers -- and I actually will be explaining a fair bit because I just am so charmed at how we are so on the same wavelength here so if you don't want to not know literally anything even a little bit spoilery about Luz or Hunter before the comic comes out I would ignore this ask! -- but I will go into some of it!

Okay! So I tossed and turned on this exact issue for FUCKING MONTHS. Go rouge or loophole? How historically accurate did I want to go with this concept and how much of that accuracy am I sacrificing for just needing something to be a certain way? Do I want to be as accurate as possible or have a cohesive and interesting story?

The answer is a little bit of both! Im much more of an art history nerd than a straight up history nerd but I have my moments! I love the sociopolitical conundrum having a latina Dominican (ALSO half black! Love that about her but SO hard to write in!) girl in 1600s America because it can be as little or as highly complicated as you can get. I drew a lot of inspiration for a long few months pouring over what groups of people were where and when -- what languages they spoke -- wether the books that I could find could describe a day to day of these people rather than just political conflicts.

Footnote : There are certain Native American groups so fucking overlooked that they don't even have ONE BOOK of comprehensive (non war centered) history that isn't a four year old reading level. I looked for WEEKS. I tried everywhere and was even willing to start to buy reading material but it just doesn't exist? Especially around the original colonies????? HOW!! People around me started telling me I should write a book because of how much I was obsessing over it and trying to find any information but no books can be written on close to NONEXISTENT historical writings! OKAY BACK TO IT--

I looked out for the first sightings of Spanish in the west and where they were headed -- wether or not any Spanish broke away from the group to have children with the Native Americans in the area at the right time -- what the political state was between Britain and Spain -- did they occupy the same or around the same places close enough I could fudge it? Were they friendly toward each other? When were slaves from other countries brought to America? What languages would they have spoken and is there a good translator online? What kind of spanglish can come from Angola, Umbundu and Spanish speakers at the time? Or would it be spanglish with Portuguese because of who was controlling the slave trade at the time?

Tearing out my hair and a hundred more google searches later I decided it wasn't worth the misrepresentation of both languages to try and include either of them mixed together in that way in the whole comic-- just bits and pieces separate for my sanity -- although I WILL get some cultural things in there I promise!

Some things just can not stay historically accurate and one of those things is speech. That was the first thing -- so damn difficult to really pin it down properly in the older dialects so I just had to sadly put that away first. All of the languages written about will be mostly modern versions, English, Spanish, Portuguese, and others but while keeping in mind the time frame.

Next I obsessed about when and where exactly would culture mixing begin and if the people stayed in the same spots! Also unfortunate ( for this AU purpose only! )that most of the Spanish went down and not into the Americas but history will be what it is.

SO

I decided that what I was going to do is make it up a little using a lot of historical context available instead of switching up Luz's race in a serious way to make the accuracy better -- I was going to have things happen MUCH sooner. Like 2 or 3 generations sooner. The Native Americans and Spanish populate together in 1500 ish instead of 1700 or 1800. I GET THIS IS REALLY INACCURATE but it was so fucking impossible to do anything else without getting into things I didn't want to do. The British get there the same time as usual and start the colonies in the 1600s but the Spanish are already moving up into North America and have already spent a lot of time with the Native Americans there at the time. SO that means that Luz is able to have a Native Mexican/ Native American AND Spanish mix at the time of the AU start and be similar to how the population became around now -- my dad inspired this! He's got the same mix himself and I loved that I could pull from that. It's such an interesting genetic tree honestly -- there's a lot of seriously horrible things that happened do not get me wrong -- but the history is amazing.

Luz being half black however feels similarly difficult but it follows the same principles of things with everyone who is not British making things happen much earlier. Africans come to America ( Horrifically and brutally I want to make that very clear) and some in real life of course make their way out of that brutality and hide away from the British and the Spanish...with who? The mixed Natives and Spaniards. Couple of generations later and we have a beautiful mixed pot like the America we see today but hundreds of years early that allows me to keep my afro Latina!! Hunter eventually finds this group that has naturally traveled up into where the british are setting up their first settlements in Virginia and joins them for reasons I can not explain!

THANK YOU for letting me ramble about all this rich history it is incredible.

ALSO I love trans Hunter HC and I do a lot of it myself but in this comic Hunter is cisgender. ( BUT seriously if you wanna hc Hunter as trans in my story I would love it -- trans fem or masc because Hunter is one of the transest coded characters ever) Because both him and Luz are attracted to the same and opposite sex I will still be able to explore certain LGBTQIA+ issues as well!

(DISCLAIMER : Listen I completely understand if this switching around might feel tone deaf to some people but I do not intend to shy away from the brutality of the past or give it a nicer spin -- but this is not a comic focused on the nitty gritty details of the world that Luz and Hunter come from but a focus on the nastiness that comes from later in their lives in Gravesfeild and the witch trials. To have this happen and keep all characters relatively the same I had to do a lot of background but It is worth it to keep these characters with their integrity intact)

[waltwhitmansbeard]

“Telling the truth even when it hurts” for any characters, please

Btw your writing is so so good!! Don’t mind me reblogging everything you write to my cr sideblog

21. Telling the truth even when it hurts thank you!! i will never mind rbs lol. nsfw conversation in this one, folks.

He should have known better than to talk to Beau about this. She is an Expositor, a truth-seeker, a steadfast researcher—and a bitch, when she wants to be, which is, it seems, most of the time. He should have known that going to Beau for advice would result in less advice and more blunt statements of what are, to Beau, facts, things that she believes he needs to hear.

Which is why he hardly gets half a sentence out before she's rolling her eyes with a dramatic, put-upon groan. "Fucking hell, Caleb, why are we having this conversation?"

Caleb blinks owlishly. "Because I do not know the best course of action, Beauregard, and I thought my friend might sympathize."

She hits him with that look, the one the cuts to the quick and sees pasts each and every shield he's ever cast in his life. "If you wanted sympathy, you would have gone to Jester. You want me to tell you to fuck Essek, so do it. Fuck him. And stop talking to me about it."

His face is instantly on fire. He cannot believe his skin doesn't radiate a low, reddish light. "I—that is not what I—"

"You've been dancing around this forever and, like, I'm sorry? But it's boring. You like him. You want him. He likes and wants you, if the look his gives whenever you use words like temporal or sigil are anything to go by. So just jump his bones and put the rest of us out of our simmering misery."

Sometimes Caleb wishes they left her in the Astral Sea. "Things are not so simple, Beauregard."

She'd been lounging back on the couch in her and Yasha's living room, but now she sits up, rests her elbows on her knees, and stares directly at him. "Actually, this is the simplest shit. I get that your life has been, comparatively, pretty fucking extraordinary. Most people aren't brainwashed child soldiers who killed their parents and spent a decade in a fugue state in an asylum before going on the run from an entire government. That shit is complicated.

"But this? Being so intellectually and physically attracted to someone that you want to ride their dick until your eyes roll back in your head and you see gods? That's basic, baby, that's one-oh-one. It's not special or nuanced or specific, it's just being into someone. People have been doing that for, like, ever, so just do something about it."

They're glaring at each other, but mostly Caleb's glaring at her because he doesn't have the ability to glare at himself. She's annoying a lot of the time, but she's especially annoying when she's right.

Except there's one thing she has not considered, the thing Caleb has not been able to stop thinking about since he first realized how desperately he desires Essek. "And what if he does not return the sentiment, hmm? Am I to ruin the friendship we so carefully built?"

She snorts, cocksure, aggravating, and flops back against the couch again. "Caleb, if you walked into his tower and asked, he'd be on his knees for you without a thought."

And oh, how unexpected, this rush of want, hot and curling in his belly. He ignores it. "You seem so sure."

Beau turns her head over her shoulder and shouts, "HEY YASHA!"

The woman in question, who is out in the garden pruning her tulips, shouts back, "YEAH?"

"HOW BADLY DOES ESSEK WANT TO FUCK CALEB?'

"LIKE SO BADLY. LIKE SOMETIMES IT'S UNCOMFORTABLE TO LOOK AT HIM. THERE'S A LOT GOING ON THERE."

Beau extends her hands in an I told you so motion, and Caleb would love nothing more than for the ground beneath him to open up and swallow him whole—which, now that he thinks about it, he's sure Essek has a spell for. "Well this has been a terrible conversation. Let's never do it again."

"Gladly." Beau shoves herself off of the couch. "Just be sure to name the first kid after me. Anyway, you staying for dinner?"

And he does, because family is family, after all.

[dizzycloudzzz]

Let's talk about Grom

With them in the epilogue phase

What if

It were a Masquerade Ball?

Cause it's cool and

Masked

Everyone arriving at the party in the University of Wild Magic with their fancy costumes

And let's use the ✨Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir✨ effect and pretend no one can recognize someone with a mask

Luz would be courting Amity saying "hey, mrs. cotton-candy-haired goddess, will u grant me this dance? 😼" "sorry, I was waiting for my- oh, OH, yes, suddenly I have an urge to dance" and they pretend they don't know each other to have their romantic night, using cute code names like "Azura" and "Hecate"

Boscha put apple blood (this thing has alcohol 💀) in the punch just for the heck of it, she looks like a goth diva at this grom BTW

Willow is dancing among other witches

Dancing is what to do (to do)

Dancing's when I think of you (of you)

Dancing's what clears my soul (my soul)

Dancing's what makes me whole (me whole)

She's enjoying the vibe, POOR HER WITHOUT KNOW SHE IS GOING TO BE THE GROM QUEEN THIR YEAR 👹 anyway

Gus thought wearing just a mask would be silly so he decided to use illusion magic to actually be a new character, then Matt is flirting with Gus without knowing who he is (he knows... he definitely knows, don't tell anyone), Gus is enjoying every second, he thinks it's fun, his other name is Avery for a ✨Cosmic Frontier✨ reference

I dunno why I like the thought of Vee, Edric and Emira chilling together, but it's certainly canon (in my head)

And then there's Hunter, he's... He's being the wolf of the party.

Don't judge this guy, he gains a lot of confidence when he has a mask on, so imagine him getting on top of a table and suggesting a witches duel- DANCE BATTLE he meant, and then everyone clap and agrees with him cause if you look in a dictionary THIS MAN is the definition of "cool", or almost that

CALL HIM CALEB (YES HE'S CREATIVE AS HELL) AND MAKE ROOM ON THE DANCE FLOOR, HE IS GOING

Yeahhhhhhhhh I spent a lot of time thinking about one thing... One specific thing...

HUNTLOW DANCE GROM AND I'LL NEVER GET OVER THIS (EVEN CAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENED DAMN ☠️☠️☠️

I make animations just like my face (horrible but hardworking

WILLOW IS WITHOUT HER GLASSES SO SHE HAS NO IDEA WHO SHE IS DANCING WITH but she likes to imagine it's Hunter

Whether or not Hunter is a little shy and fakes a voice so that this one doesn't recognizes him (if she is who he's thinking she is), don't tell his secret, WHO'S HUNTER? IDK

[totaled-drama]

Can you do a height comparison on who you think the tallest to shortest person might be-? (The reboot cast btw!)

HELLO!!!!!!!!! :D

I don’t talk about it often but I’ve got like a whole ramble about character heights and inconsistencies and such for the reboot specifically because they’re my favorite cast and I love analyzing inconsistencies!!!!!!!! And their heights are super inconsistent!!!!! This is literally one of my favorite topics so I apologize if I get all long-winded and start to ramble.

I go screenshot hunting very very often. Which basically just boils down to rewatching the reboot over and over and screenshotting frames that I like. I have so many. I Am The Screenshot Guy. And I use these screenshots to figure out the inconsistencies :D

Putting this under a read more tab thing because this is going to get long

So with the way that Total Drama is animated, sometimes the characters are scaled differently based on the frame. This leads to many, MANY height inconsistencies.

A Few Examples of Inconsistencies:

-Bowie is sometimes too tall or too short depending on the frame. This causes characters who are standing next to him to have inaccurate heights comparatively.

-There’s a couple of scenes where Ripper is taller than Zee and Bowie.

-Raj is sometimes depicted as being way shorter than Wayne; sometimes they are depicted as the same height. The height difference becomes more apparent when they are wearing helmets.

-Sometimes Bowie, Raj, and Wayne are an entire head taller than Nichelle and Julia, sometimes they are only a few inches taller. The latter is more accurate in Wayne and Raj’s case.

-Millie is usually taller than Priya, but there are a few scenes where Priya is taller than Millie.

-Ripper’s height is all over the place. Sometimes he is taller than both of the hockey bros, sometimes he’s only taller than Raj and he’s shorter than Wayne.

There are far more inconsistencies than just this but if I were to keep pointing them out, then we’d be here all day akdhsjdh

So with all of that being said:

Semi-Accurate Height Chart (From Tallest to Shortest):

Caleb

Bowie

Zee

Wayne

Ripper

Raj

Damien

Nichelle

Julia

Chase

Scary Girl

Emma

Axel

Millie

Priya

MK

Notes:

-Axel and Emma’s heights could easily swap here; we don’t really get to see them stand close to each other in order to compare them.

-Bowie and Zee’s heights could also swap.

-Chase is sometimes shorter than Julia. Sometimes he is taller. It changes constantly. If he’s shorter than her, then that means he’s also shorter than Nichelle. If he’s taller than Julia, then he’s taller than both of them.

-Ripper’s height changes CONSTANTLY. There’s some scenes where he’s taller than Zee and Bowie. There’s scenes where he’s shorter than both of them. It’s difficult to tell. Usually he’s around the hockey bros’ height, if not taller.

I could talk about this forever and ever but I will end it here. I love analyzing small details :)

Thank you for the question!!

[avocado-frog]

Since you guys are awful (/lighthearted) I've picked the "do whatever I want" option (copy paste the chapters from ao3 onto the tumblr ones) (to keep it accurate)

for the 31.6% of you who picked "what are you planning isaac": the commentary stuff I did for dahlia instead of chapters, but reblogs of forget me not, because rosemary is. gonna be a while

[totaldrama-head-canon]

So I been seeing a lot of Total drama Parents Au and I wanted to throw in some of my idea! (Btw even though I think they could be their kid doesn’t mean their personality have to be the same all the time, as for feature I try to see who could have the dominant gene or their facial feature)

I feel like sky and Dave could be Zee parent but Sky has 100% custody of Zee🦿

Stephane and Ryan would definitely Caleb parents since he has their features (I think he Wear blue eye contact because Justin is his role model and want to be just like him in the future or Justin could be his adoptive father)🏋🏾‍♂️

Jasmine and Shawn could be Nichelle parents since she look like a little like Jasmine and she could of dyed her hair to look like Shawn a bit✨

Blaineley would 100% be Julia Mom and probably would of spoiled her rotten💄🤳🏼

Owen and Izzy would definitely be Ripper parents….He like both of their worst qualities combine🌯

Sooner or later I would write some head-canon about the total drama 2023 cast relationship with their parents and what there childhood could of been like. I also might how each of the Og cast are like as parents 🏝️

[bat-bytes-back]

incase the text is hard to read (my handwritting can get dookie FAST):

Name: ENTITY / CB he/hymn, 18, Queer + Gender quer

Me likey likey! (likes) - Retro FPS games - Puzzle games - Drawing - Character Analysis - yo mama and yo dada

I chose kindness today. Tomorrow? no. (dislikes) - THE AUTHORITY! - Gatekeepers (you're not SPECIAL!) - idk man like. assholes? Tf do I PUT here!

Current fave games: Blood, Half Life, Quake, Undertale, Ultrakill, Postal (all of them, mainly Brain Damaged though), Mouthwashing.

Current fave music: ゆきこさん by ミドリ (I'm so sorry, idk what it is in english) Sleepyhead by Passion Pit Ask - 2008 Remaster by The Smiths Spiral 2005 - Total 90s Bliss Remix by Team Mekano Combat Cocktail off the Cruelty Squad OST これを依存と呼ぶなら by MEJIBRAY (again idk the english name, sorry)

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH- (DNI list) - Proship (just because it's a "coping strategy" doesn't mean it's a good one that you should be using. fuck off.) - T.R.A.S.H (Transphobes, Racists, Ableists, Sexists, Homophobes) - Zoos MAPs ect - True Crime Community - TERFs - anything else on a common DNI I forgot to put. NOTE: I block freely. Because I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. :P and you could NEVER make me give a fuck.

I AM A SELFSHIPPER! My Fictional Others ARE: Postal (Brain Damaged) Dude, Postal (4) Dude, Postal Doe, Minos (Ultrakill), G-Man (Half Life), Caleb (Blood)

Incase text is hard to read: My Sona: Ladies, Ladies! No need to fight... There's plenty 'me ta go around... Brain Damaged Dude: I promise you we are NOT doing that Caleb, in head: did hy steal part of my outfit? (funfact, I did. I have that outfit IRL (minus the boots sadly) and it's mainly made up of stuff I have for his cosplay I'm making.)

oh btw, my artstyle is inconsistent. Like, VERY inconsistent.

AND I AIN'T EVA CHANGIN' THAT! I draw to have FUN.

with all THAT out of the way, time for the tag system. it's very short, luckily!

#does my voice annoy you = just us yapping about things! #I regret nothing = answering asks! #Entity draws = our art!

our Linktree:

that's all now, bye bye!

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aa okay okay *claps* alrighty. let’s do this.

so !

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you’re totally free to attack or hate any of the characters i like and i will literally accept and understand your reason, all while slightly defending them at the same time too in a nice way bc now cmon now.

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that’s it. LMAO.

that’s really the only rule. (mentioned it in the section below too)

wouldn’t block + dislike you if you like | asked me for it tho

i just don’t do that since i don’t believe in ageing them up if we’re not the original (manga) creator.

to add, im kinda slow i think. LMAOOO. so when asking, please please plssss make sure to be detailed and make sure you sound like you are asking me to write something you want, in order to avoid simple one sentence or two response. otherwise i wouldn’t be able to catch if you actually are and actually do that.

also, since im a college student, i may not get to your requests or asks the fastest, but i would do it in the same week/month.

and i would try hard to deliver it to you the exact & absolute best way i could based on how you asked.

♡ you would find me writing / reblogging:

— general themes

• fluff • explicit smut • heavy tears inducing angst • reminders / moments people forgot about

— realistic (dark) themes:

• violence • *cheating • tw: *abuse (emotional, mental, physical probably excluding sexual) • tw: blood • intoxication & drug use • tw: cnc / dub-con • tw: stalking • tw: corruption • tw: dacryphilia • breeding kink • age gap • tw: * suicidal thoughts (of a character) *

♡ you would NOT find me writing / reblogging:

— heavy tw:

• tw: incest. stepcest. • tw: *rape • pet play • anything anal related • zoophilia + some other kinks i hadn’t mentioned in what i’d write. (depending what kinks you want me to write, i may excuse them for you if the idea would make sense for the plot.) • nsfw aged up minor characters especially for or written by people older than them when the show first aired. but i will repost anything sfw of theirs (especially of characters who were older than me when i watched/when their show first aired but are still depicted as younger)

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