#Elucia de Lute Ima

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Elsie ; The World God Only Knows ☆ Max Factory

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list of favorite anime characters: ◉ Elucia de Lute Ima from Kami Nomi Zo Shiru Sekai

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Elucia de Lute Ima 1/8 Scale by Max Factory, from The World God Only Knows

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" I lived in an ideal world, but you involved me in a ridiculous and disorderly world like this... It's all your fault!!! However... "

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Today's left-handed character is Elucia de Lute Ima from The World God Only Knows

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What is this?!

[lefty-of-the-day]

Today's Lefty of the day is Elucia de Lute Ima from Kami nomi zo Shiru Sekai / The World God Only Knows

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i doodled some kaminomi from memory while waiting for the test to finish

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Elucia “Elsie” De Lute Ima/Eri Katsuragi

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Elucia de Lute Ima

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Basically the LCfer theory is like that (according to an anon from 4chan). Kinda long:

Elsie -> LC -> LCfer -> Lucifer. Keima is one of the few buddies to use the power of love as suggested by Elsie. Goddesses gain power from love. The goddess of love is Venus. The planet Venus is also known as the morning star. The morning star is another name for Lucifer. The biblical story of the morning star involves a powerful angel cast out from heaven. Ergo, the goddess of love was cast out from heaven. Imagine for a second that the goddess arc is concluded. Hell is saved. But Elsie's hidden past and forgotten memories start to show up. She remembers things. Heaven no longer thinks they have anything to worry about. But the deposed goddess of love wants revenge. And the only one who can stop her is the God of Capture. But she knows him better than any one else. She knows his strategies, his thinking. The only thing that could defeat the Princess of Lies, would be God's own true love.

I'm still mad that Wakaki cut this pontietal arc. We've never seen Elsie as a final boss.

okay this is an interesting theory for sure 🤔 if executed well, im sure it could be a really compelling storyline

however, personally im rather okay with that not being the case (even if final boss elsie is the coolest fucking idea ever). the thing is that i can't really see elsie still wanting revenge even after she gets her memories back. elsie, though she is an airhead, is very emotionally intelligent when it comes to her own thoughts and feelings. so if she were to regain her memories, the only way i can see her still wanting that revenge would be if her old personality fully overtook her new personality. and i guess it feels like character death? to me? i think elsie is wonderful as she is, and she and keima work together well. if she ended up being that different after all of this, it's like that's not really elsie anymore

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17 for elucien (elain says this)

Angsty Prompts

"You're the last person I thought would hurt me"

I struggled a bit with this one, trying to come up with a scenario in which this worked. I could think of some silly ones but this is an angst prompt so....

Warning, if you're a Lucien Stan... he's not very nice in this one.

also, NSFW.

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Elain blinked back the tears that wanted to form. It was useless to cry, silly even. They were nothing to each other and yet- everything. It did not matter that the bond between them had not been accepted. That it had barely been acknowledged. It did not stop the ache in her chest, the sting of betrayal as she stared at his cruel expression.

He was lounging in his bed in the tiny, rented room, utterly naked aside from the blanket he had draped carelessly over his lap, likely for the sake of her own sensibilities more than his. His hair was down and somewhat disheveled, hanging slightly in one eye, giving him a rakish appearance as he lazily swirled a glass of liquor in the hand draped over one bent knee.

The scent of the female who had just left when she arrived still lingered, along with the scent she had since come to associate with love making after living with her sister and her mate for so long. It made her stomach churn when she replayed to scene she'd walked in on...

She'd been too focused on the words she would say, the message she had been tasked to deliver as she made her way through the crowded inn to the room the proprietor had indicated Lucien was staying in to notice the tell tale signs. The soft thumping and groaning of wood; the slick, wet, slapping sounds; the moans and growls...

Despite how prone Feyre and Rhysand were to making love all over the house, they were usually surprisingly adept at preventing anyone from walking in on them. Nesta and Cassian were less careful, but she could count on one hand the number of time she'd witnessed them in the act, usually no more than a flash before bodies were hastily covered. Lucien seemed to have no such qualms.

She'd opened the unlocked door, walking in without knocking, something she deeply regretted now. A busty blonde was on her hands and knees, facing the door as she gripped the foot of the bed. Her back and neck were arched at a rather severe looking angle as her curls were wrapped around a massive fist, though she didn't seem to mind. Nor did she seem to mind the bruising grip the other fist had on her behind, or the punishing rhythm of his thrusts that rocked her generous breasts with every movement. Not judging by the blissful smile on her face and the number of time she repeated the word 'yes'.

Lucien had seen her as soon as she'd walked in, had smirked at her shocked expression and hadn't bothered to stop what he was doing as he continued to his completion before giving the lass a swat on the behind and telling her to get out. Which she did, giving Elain a wink and Lucien one last flirty smile as she walked past her, through the door, entirely naked.

Elain wasn't sure her face had ever been so red in her life. Normally, when she accidentally happened upon such scenes, she beat a hasty retreat, but she'd been rooted to the spot the minute she'd seen them. Like Lucien's gaze had held hers in some magical lock she couldn't break until he'd thrown his head back and groaned his release. Loudly. Her eyes had automatically wandered down his powerful body, noting every toned muscle and scar on his golden skin.

She also hadn't missed the fact that the blonde haired, blue eyed, curvaceous female was essentially the exact opposite of her.

She'd remained rooted in front of the now closed door and watched as Lucien tossed his hair over his shoulder and strutted to the bottle and glasses on the table near her, his still proud cock swinging between his legs. Cassian had always been careful to keep himself covered on the occasions she'd caught them, and in comparison to Graysen... Scorching heat flashed through her as she jerked her eyes to the ceiling.

He'd poured himself a glass and silently offered one to her which she refused and she watched him shrug and toss it back himself before returning to the bed and flopping down into his current pose.

She was dreadfully uncomfortable with the silence that ensued, though Lucien didn't seem bothered in the slightest. Finally he laid his head back against the headboard and asked, "Did you need something, Elain?"

Elain. Not my lady. It seemed all of his manners had abandoned him today.

The events of the last several minutes finally seemed to process in her mind and she sucked in a breath at the sharp pain in her middle that radiated from the bond. She truly did not know how to process any of this. As far as she knew, Lucien had not been with anyone else since they'd met. At least, not that any of her family had heard of. Not even Azriel, who she was sure would have gladly reported any perceived infidelity, had not said anything. The visions that plagued her of him at night certainly had not shown her anything.

"How-" she tripped over her words. "I- did not realize you were- seeing someone..."

He snorted, taking a sip. "I'm not. Rosie's always a good fuck. She and her friends like to keep me well entertained when I come through." The wink he gave her was downright lascivious and so unlike the male she knew. Not that she truly knew him, she supposed.

Clearly.

"Because you pay them well?" she couldn't help the petty shot and instantly wished she could recall the words when she heard the jealousy in them. She knew he heard it too as his smirk widened into a grin.

"Oh no. Rosie isn't a whore. She and her friends just like to have fun, though they're certainly skilled enough to charge for their services. Angelina has quite the talented tongue, Marius has the most delicious ass and Rosie... well, you saw her." She had to fight a wince as he watched her reaction to his provocative words, though her body flushed with both shame and desire, imagining him with these other people. Followed swiftly by hurt.

Each word hit her like a slap, just as they were meant to. She could see it in the hard glint in his eye as he looked at her. Despite the nonchalance he played so well, she could see the flicker of much deeper emotion. The question was, what had wrought this change?

Before, no matter how dismissive she was of him, he was always polite. Always kind. Was it simply because now, they did not have an audience of her friends and family here to protect her from his callous behavior? No, that was not it. Even then, she had seen in his eyes the hurt and disappointment, but never malice. Not like this.

"Why?" was all she said. The word was barely a whisper and she was horrified to realize she was crying.

"Why what?" he challenged.

She shook her head, unable to voice her thoughts aloud. Why are you doing this to me? Why do I feel like you're punishing me? Why now?

She cleared her throat, forcing herself to calm as she told him the reason for her visit. As she delivered the message from Rhysand, Lucien sobered somewhat, listening intently and nodding as he processed it. Until she told him that she had also been sent to join him on his next assignment in Summer. The very thought of spending the next several weeks with him after today... of possibly being forced to watch him with other females, other males, in the same way...

She swallowed the bile in her throat and began retreating towards to door to find her own room for the night. She paused in the doorway, and looked back at him, unable to resist.

"You're the last person I thought would hurt me," she breathed.

A sardonic laugh escaped him as he stared at the fire. "I could say the same to you," he said cryptically before flicking his finger. The door sprung upon, a silent dismissal and she left him, tears running down her face once more as she pondered the meaning of his words.