#Sol deserves nothing less

[k-kay4]

The appeal of Ryu 'Down Bad' Sun-Jae

As much as we chuckle at Sun-Jae for being a lovesick fool and affectionally call him the 'biggest loser in love'.... he genuinely is "pure like oxygen"

He looked up suitable restaurants for going on a date. He earnestly listened to In-Hyuk about the importance of 'timing' and tried to confess multiple times, to no avail. He fretted over Sol's injured knee and worried about the possibility of her being bullied.

He memorized an entire vocabulary book just to get Sol to hang out with him. He studied hard to get into the same University as her, even though he had never focused on academics before.

He helped her learn how to cycle and bury her time capsule. When she requests him to meet her 15 years later, he immediately starts memorizing the details needed to show up for their reunion.

He saves every little token she'd ever given him. The white candy jar. Their photo-booth picture. Her time capsule. Everything that reminds him of her is precious in his eyes.

He can barely keep himself from kissing her, yet wordlessly waits for her consent. He quietly relishes the sound of her voice and without a trace of self-consciousness, offers to blow off his work to spend time with her.

Once Sol accepts his confession, he does the sweetest, cheesiest things. Like buying matching couple keychains. Bombarding her contact with hearts and saving her number on speed dial. Attending college on his day off, just to spend time with her.

Using every opportunity to hold her hand. Letting her sleep on his shoulder all night long. Carrying her books. Sweetly stealing cuddles and kisses.

Seeing as how the present-timeline version of him had looked up 'What does it mean to imagine kissing a girl?', I 100% believe that college-era Sun-Jae would have researched 'How to be the perfect boyfriend'

I'd mentioned in my last post about how Sol had not one selfish or unkind bone in her body. Sun-Jae is the same; he is honest, guileless and innocent. He does not know how to be anything other than his pure, earnest self.

He is just so gosh-darn sincere and transparent when it comes to his feelings for Sol. And it is an insanely attractive look on him <3

[fickleminder]

return to sender

Nightbringer AU. Wherein unsent letters are finally delivered to their intended recipients.

Before Lesson 40 dropped in NB, I often wondered where the letters MC wrote when they were about to be kicked out of the Devildom disappeared to. This fic was also inspired by the lesson where the brothers were talking about their pacts with MC and it sounded like they really regretted it :/

Hopefully you found me helpful from time to time?

Don't push yourself too hard, "big brother."

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"SURPRISE!"

The blindfold is pulled away with a flourish, and the first thing that catches your attention is the large banner spanning the entire restaurant with the words "THANK YOU" splashed across in bright colors. Everyone is dressed to the nines, holding party poppers and showering you in confetti, but all you can think about is how tedious the cleanup will be afterwards.

As though reading your mind, Diavolo speaks on behalf of those present. "You are our guest of honor tonight, so please, put all thoughts of work aside and enjoy yourself to the fullest!"

So that's why Asmo has been pestering you about your measurements lately. To his credit, the outfit he personally tailored for you makes you look like you belong in the upper echelon of demon society. Not that there are others around to pass judgement; Ristorante Six is fully booked this evening for the future demon king and his entourage.

"Here, I hope you're hungry." Beel hands you an untouched plate of food, piled high with all the expensive items you can only dream of ordering and then some. Even though half of it is almost gone already, the buffet tables lining the walls feature a generous spread of your favorite dishes.

"A toast," Lucifer announces at one point, raising a glass of blood-red demonus, "to our dutiful attendant."

Everyone follows suit, and a part of you wishes there was actual alcohol in your drink. You're way too sober for an occasion such as this. Still, you smile and laugh along.

"Cheers!"

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Thank you for always thinking of me.

I always had fun when we were together.

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When you finally find the time to visit what's left of Cocytus Hall, all you see is a ring of rubble surrounding a massive sinkhole no one has bothered to clean up yet. Though, in light of recent events, you're not surprised rebuilding isn't on the list of Diavolo's priorities, if it even makes the list to begin with.

The brothers have spared no expense in replacing your personal belongings, furnishing the spare room in the House of Lamentation with all the material comforts to make your residence as cushy as possible. Their personal attendant deserves nothing less, after all. You have everything you could ever need, and yet...

Dirt cakes your skin and wedges under your nails as you start digging with your bare hands, determined to salvage what you can from the remains of your former home. You aren't looking for anything in particular, not that there's much that managed to survive the collapse intact. A crumpled book here, a chipped flowerpot there, scraps of clothing pinned under debris, a thick piece of fabric with 'Kiss The Cook' embroidered on it—

The dam finally bursts. You clutch Solomon's apron to your chest and fall to your knees.

"Come back!" You sob, coughing and choking on dust between desperate gulps of air. "Please, I can't do this without you! Come back! I need you, Sol—"

No one hears you wailing into the night. No one helps you up when your tears run dry at last, when your bones ache with exhaustion and you can't feel your legs anymore.

You have no one to turn to, nowhere else to go, and as you drag your feet back to the House of Lamentation, you pretend you can still feel your mentor’s warmth on the tattered apron wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

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Make sure to take good care of Snake Henry, okay?

I know you'll make an amazing demon.

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"Oi, watch it!"

In the blink of an eye, you find yourself swept off your feet and cradled protectively in Mammon's arms. A shower of rocks and bricks crashes to the ground where you were standing not one second ago.

"Are ya alright? Are ya hurt anywhere?"

"I'm okay! Thanks for the save, Mammon." You gently swat his hands away once you're sure your knees won't buckle. Mammon continues to hover over you, but at least he's stopped checking every inch of your body for injuries.

"This is all Levi's fault," the demon grumbles. "Him and his stupid Envy summoning Lotan—"

"Hey, come on. He wasn't in control and you know it."

"I hate to agree with Mammon, but it totally is when we all have to clean up his mess." Belphie wanders over with a frown, having noticed the commotion. "Why didn't you use your magic to shield yourself?"

"...That's what I have you guys for!" You take a step back to dust yourself off. "Seriously, I owe you one."

"Getting others to do the work for you? Nice." Belphie gives you a thumbs up. You laugh when Mammon tries and fails to ruffle his hair in retaliation.

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Someday we should both go bookstore hopping!

You're fine just the way you are, Satan.

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"Is it just me, or do they seem more tired than usual?"

"Not tired per se, more like defeated?"

"We don't exactly make it easy for them. Plus there's all the stuff happening with the Little D's lately..."

"Maybe they're still upset we didn't make pacts with them."

"Nah, I don't think so. I mean, it's our decision too, and they gotta respect it!"

"They have done a lot for us since becoming our attendant. How about we treat them to a nice dinner? Take them out for a night in town, all expenses paid for."

"A fine idea. I'll run it by Lord Diavolo and see if we can arrange something."

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Looking forward to the next Asmo Night!

I love you! More than words can say!

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There's a chilly breeze in the air tonight, but being bracketed by two demons helps to keep the cold at bay.

"Are you sure you don't want to share my scarf? It's long enough for the both of us~"

"I'm certain you can fit my jacket just fine too."

"Guys, I'm alright!" Their overprotectiveness warms your heart. "We're almost back at Cocytus Hall anyway."

"Already?" Asmo pouts, shifting the bag of groceries to his other arm so that his now-free hand can grab yours. "I told you we should have taken the scenic route! It's so hard to spend time with— Hm?"

The demon lifts your hand and squints at your bare fingers. "No ring today? I noticed you don't wear it anymore."

"Oh, that?" You tug free of his grasp with a small laugh. "I just put it away for safekeeping, that's all. A Celestial item in the Devildom does tend to draw attention..."

"Makes sense. Plus it's Lucifer's, so you shouldn't even be wearing it in the first place," Satan huffs.

Before long, the three of you arrive at the front door of Cocytus Hall. Asmo peers through the dark windows with a curious hum. "Is Solomon not home? Seems like he's never around nowadays..."

"He has some business to take care of in the human world. It's nothing he can't handle by himself, so I'm on my own for a while."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? We could have a sleepover, or you could come stay with us! I'm sure it gets pretty lonely at night—"

"Knowing you and your brothers, I'd never catch a wink of sleep," you deadpan.

"Speaking of, we do need you at the castle early tomorrow." Satan sounds almost apologetic. "Lord Diavolo wants to coordinate efforts for rebuilding after Lotan's flood."

"Understood, I'll be there."

"Get some beauty sleep tonight, okay? See you in the morning!"

Asmo blows you a kiss while Satan hugs you goodbye. Once they leave, you make sure the front door is locked tight behind you before allowing your shoulders to slump.

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Put your name on any treats you put in the fridge.

Keep your brothers safe, okay?

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You love the brothers, you really do, but some days you just want to kick their asses to the Celestial Realm. It never fails to astound you how these centuries-old beings can be so immature.

"—umpteenth time, no brawling in the house!" If it were possible, there would be steam coming out of your ears by now. "What if the fire had spread to the rest of the library?"

"But Mammon ate my—"

"I don't care!" You snarl over Beel's protests, already feeling a headache building at the back of your skull. "If you want to pick a fight with one another, fine! Just take it outside!"

"Ugh, you're not the boss of us!" Belphie snaps back, flicking his tail irritably. "Some of us weren't even involved in this, so leave us out of it!"

The word 'stay' is at the tip of your tongue, ready to put your rowdy demons in their place, and it takes everything in you to hold it in, knowing it won't do any good.

"What the blazes is going on here?!" Lucifer storms in before you can say anything else. "Are you lot not capable of staying out of trouble for one day? And you!"

You flinch as the first-born rounds on you. "I thought I could count on you to have things under control. I'm disappointed to see that I was wrong."

"H-hey, it's not their fault," Levi stammers, looking visibly guilty now that Lucifer has turned his ire towards you. Next to him, the rest of his brothers fidget uncomfortably. "We'll clean this up, okay? So why don't you take it easy on—"

"All of you return to your rooms this instant." Lucifer refuses to budge. "I will supervise to make sure our attendant actually does their job properly this time."

And there goes the rest of your day. You grit your teeth and nod obediently, ignoring the demons filing out of the library one by one, some murmuring apologies as they shuffle past you.

This is fine.

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Someday I'll buy you the ultimate alarm clock.

I love that happy look you have while you sleep.

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"You're the only one who can tell them what happened."

You curl Solomon's fingers over a small stack of letters, written what feels like years ago but never handed to their intended recipients.

If Solomon seemed upset before, he looks downright devastated when you place the Ring of Light on top of the pile, the final nail in the coffin. "We'll find another way," he pleads. "You and me, just— Don't make me do this, please."

"It's too late for me and you know it." You avert your gaze, unable to maintain eye contact with the one person who kept you sane throughout this entire nightmare. "My magic is as good as dead, but you still have enough for a one-way trip."

"I can ask Barbatos for help, I'll do anything he wants—"

"They'll take care of me here, I know it. They may not be the same, but they're still my boys."

Anger and jealousy flash briefly across the sorcerer's face. "If only they knew..."

"All the more they wouldn't let me go," you sigh, rubbing his white knuckles with your thumbs. "They're fresh from the war, strangers in a strange land, and Lucifer just pledged loyalty to Diavolo. Do you really think he'd allow what's left of his family to give their freedom away? To a human no less? I can't use them Sol, not like this."

"You wouldn't hurt them!"

"I know, but they don't. They don't know me here, and by the time they do, we'll both be doomed."

"But Nightbringer—"

"Whatever he’s planning won't work, not without those pacts." Your eyes harden at the thought, determined not to play whatever game this father of demons was trying to pull. "So really, this is for the best. Besides, there's another you running around during this time period. Maybe I'll bump into him someday. Can't have the two of you together, that's too much good food for me."

Despite the weak joke, Solomon cracks a sad smile. "I've never been able to say no to you, my dear apprentice. But before I go, may I?"

You meet Solomon halfway, pressing your lips against his, losing yourself in his arms one last time while trying to imprint the smell of old spell books and spices into your brain.

"Are you sure I can't change your mind?" He whispers, one last-ditch effort even though the answer is clear in your watery eyes.

"Please," you shake your head, "do this last thing for me."

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I always enjoyed the time we spent together.

I hope you never forget me.

Take care of yourselves, okay?

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At the call of your name, you turn around to see a familiar demon rushing through the hallways of RAD towards you, only stopping once you're within arm's reach.

"Hi Barbatos, did you need something?" You frown, noticing his somewhat unkempt state up close. A loose button in one corner, collar not done up all the way— It's as close to disheveled as you've ever seen him, not to mention the tips of his horns and tail are quivering slightly.

The butler doesn't answer. He continues to stare at you with a foreign look in his eyes, which have started to mist over.

"...Hey, are you alright?"

Barbatos breathes your name again, in a tone you haven't heard since Solomon left this timeline altogether, and something buried deep inside your heart sings.

[sunlighthroughthe-ashes]

don't mind me; i'm just imagining sol and and sunjae's actual wedding day, and how beautiful it'll be.

the hall will be filled with well-wishers; sunjae's and sol's families sitting at the very front. sunjae's 'abeoji' will be smiling fondly, near tears: because he's never seen his son so happy. sol's mother and 'halmeoni' will be looking on contentedly; indulgent and proud: because this is nothing less than what sol deserves. im geum will be in the corner with hyun-joo; half-jokingly sending sunjae threatening looks, but his smile will be proud and happy. he will know that his sister has found her soulmate.

hyun-joo's and im geum's eldest child will be their flower girl: softly spreading sunflower petals down the aisle for sol. a soft hush will fall over the room; there will be yellow roses sewn into sol's veil: because yellow is sunjae and sol's color. the color of life, luck, light.

baek inhyuk will quietly play "sonagi" on the piano as sol approaches sunjae, taesung leading her down the aisle as her closest male friend; and the entire reason they were able to reach this day. sunjae's smile will be radiant: today, he's the luckiest man alive. there will be tears in sol's eyes as she joins sunjae's side. this is better than her brightest dream.

slowly, reverently, sunjae will slip a ring onto sol's slender finger; diamond bridged with sapphire: because blue is their color, too. the color of renewal, remembrance, river-water.

"not even death can part us," they will say to each other. there won't be a dry eye in the room as they exchange vows.

after it ends, sol and sunjae will step outside, surrounded by all their loved ones on this impossible miracle of a day. a gentle rain will descend from the sky, staining their clothes.

sunjae and sol will smile softly at each other. "you really are a gift to me," sunjae will whisper, touching sol's cheek tenderly. "and you are my blessing," sol will murmur back, catching his hand.

they will kiss.

(the scene fades to black.)

[maul-of-shame]

Acolyte spoilers ep 5:

Okay so salty take about the Acolyte, episode 5 now that it has simmered for a bit. I'm still a salty grieving bish X'D

With the recent episode being this cruel, brutal, sadistic and completely unecessary (give fanfics writers 5 minutes and you'll get 15 alternatives avoiding this plot mess), only backed up by two arguments from Leslye being "But Anakin did it too" and "I told it to everyone and no one stopped me", I genuinely hope this ep was like a pollen induced hallucination, dream, nightmare, or something like that.

I have one last thread of hope this isn't like a "fixed" plot point.

I love the Acolyte, I've been loving it since the start, the costumes, the cast, the plots and subplots, the fights, the characters... This feels like a betrayal.

I know Star Wars knows how to make us care for characters (hell I'm a Clone Wars girlie I just KNOW) to take them away from us but those two, Yord and Jecki, there was no actual REASON or plot point "good enough" for this to happen.

This was made to be sadistic. To be cruel. To "show us the cruelty of the Sith" but this coud have been done so many other ways.

And the fact she only backed it up with "But Anakin did it" and "No one stopped me" when she explained it... Ma'am.

Put on the brakes.

First of, this was NOTHING like Anakin's situation. Period. I don't care if you hate Anakin, Anakin never ENJOYED killing the younglings. Qimir was being sadistic, Skyguy WASN'T.

Secondly, if no one stops you, does it mean you're allowed to do whatever the Force you want? If no one stopped you from jumping into the ocean, if no one stopped you from running after a bear, if no one stopped you from ANYTHING... Would you still do it, knowing it's dangerous ?

What kind of answer, genuinely, is this???

"Oh no one stopped me from setting fire to that bus stop so ahah the others are guilty" like no??? Take some accountability for this. You made choices, then stand by them.

Admit those were yours.

I'm gonna watch next ep, episode 6 HOPING AND PRAYING this is just an hallucination/dream/nightmare from one of the character and if it isn't and keep going, I'll just stop watching.

I'm already writing fix-it fics, I'm sure some you peeps are too.

Leslye doesn't deserve bullying. Neither does the cast. And this isn't bullying.

This is constructive criticism about a series with so much potential and a plot point that can (and probably has) let down fans. This could have been followed up with so MANY alternatives, way less brutal, way less sadistic but she chose that.

I am genuinely heartbroken for the actors. They poured their entire beings into it, showed their talents, their personalities and for fuck's sake, we do LOVE THEM. From Yord to Jecki, to Osha and Sol, Bazil, Mae, the Witches... I feel so bad for them.

This plot point was just made for shock value, to be cruel. This doesn't bring anything to the plot. This is why it's making me angry.

And do not get me started about the fact they showed very little emotions when it came to the deaths (Osha felt Jecki's briefly, Sol reacted as expected, but Osha showing no emotions for Yord's when they've been friends and padawans training together for YEARS??), their bodies being left in that damn forest to rot,...

This episode was heartbreaking. It really was. I really hope she makes me bite back my tongue and this is like a nightmare/hallucination thingy... I really do...

[kiwiana-writes]

FirstPrince on Mars.

Ao3 username is the same without the dash, and no rating restrictions.

Congrats on the big milestone, you deserve it.🥰

Ash!!! Congrats on being the first but CERTAINLY not the last space-related prompt lmfao. I really waffled on the rating; I think it's a high-ish M? Mostly it's just... less explicit than I usually write, somehow 🤣

ONE DAY WE'LL BE LIVING IN THE STARS for @ad-astra13 [rated M, 1262 words]

Alex has been on Mars for a grand total of half a sol when his world flips upside down.

“My name is Henry Fox,” the Greek God come to life tells Alex and his twenty-three other shipmates, his voice somewhat muffled by Alex’s heartbeat roaring in his ears. When they departed Earth nine months ago, these people were strangers; now, they’re a weird sort of family, complete with the annoying cousin no one likes. (Hunter, not Alex.) If this guy—this Henry—had been on the ship… well. Family is absolutely not the word Alex would be choosing to use, that’s for sure. There’s an itch under his skin that Alex is pretty sure has nothing to do with the artificial atmosphere and far more to do with the mole on Henry’s lip that Alex suddenly, frantically wants to taste.

So, okay. He’s bi? He’s on a totally new fucking planet, and he’s not allowed to join his parents or his sister or anyone who migrated here before him for another thirteen and a half sols, and he’s ragingly fucking bisexual, apparently. That probably shouldn’t be more shocking than the fact that he’s on literal fucking Mars, but… well. Mars, he planned and prepared for. Guys with jawlines that could cut glass and legs for days, not so much. 

He’s vaguely aware that he should be listening, and not just staring, but he can’t help it. He only tunes back in as Henry tells the group they can come to him at any time if they need assistance during their adjustment period. Henry locks eyes with Alex as he emphasises ‘if you need anything at all’, and that…

That feels like an invitation.

Fuck it. 

When on Mars, or however the saying goes.

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[trials-of-a-spirit-worker]

Ghost Hunting Shows Opinions and Why

Ghost Adventures

I can’t even begin to tell you how fucking obnoxious I find them. I mean I’m sure you see it from my writing. Anyone who’s been here long enough knows how I feel about these fuckers.

“Aaron, I magically have a condition where I cannot go down the spooky basement where this aggro spirit, that I’ve managed to piss off in the last 20 minutes is lurking. He’s known for snapping necks. Go down there with a glow stick and go hump the pole, he hates that. Good luck.”

Poor Aaron though. Everyone does the dirty work and Zac just sucks up all the notoriety and shit cause he’s supposedly “conventionally attractive.” (I don’t see it. And you can’t give me the queer excuse. Cause I still like men.) And the voice he does. Annoying. Who the fuck talks like that? I'd rather hear Channing Tatum's shitty gambit do this shit.

Honestly, especially since there was all these articles and confessions about them forging evidence, I’ve just liked them less and less. Ghost hunting and paranormal things of that nature in the world of science is already seen as a joke and shit. We don’t need these chucklefucks fucking up that reputation even more cause they want to make ratings. Where’s the love? Where’s the passion? 

Hate em. 0/10

Ghost Brothers

Okay, can I talk about how much I love the representation though!? Cause its usually a joke that the Black people die first in scary movies cause we make too much sense or we just don’t end up in that situation. Which I mean…true. We don’t stay long in scary ass situations. Spooky ass shit happens we fucking leave. Point blank.  But yeah, love seeing my brothers working in the ghost hunting game.

Now they’re greenhorns, in every sense of the word. But that isn’t a bad thing. They’re adding new perspectives, are not afraid of learning. They use their feelings and their bodies alongside the technological evidence. What I really like about them is how respectful they try to be. They always err on the side of politeness and you can’t go wrong with that.

One scene that will live with me forever is when they all tried to date that one ghost who was ghosted (sorry for the pun but not really) by her lover and killed herself in despair over it. That scene will never not be funny/cute to me.

“You deserved someone who would be there for you, and I think I’m that guy.” Iconic. I want to see more of them and I heard some rumors it might return. I want the blackness so bad.

7/10 I want to see them go further.

Ghost Files/Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural

As much as I shit on both Shane and Ryan, and I love doing it. It’s my favorite one. Doesn’t mean Shane’s a good influence. I do like the idea of having a skeptic doing the hunting with you. It keeps you grounded and honestly, I respect that. What we need most in these types of these investigations is discernment. And other than the clear comedy and chemistry Shane delivers with Ryan, that's his purpose in the show. He's the reality to the hopeful in ghost hunting.

I say this as a firm believer myself (like no shit Sol, you're a death witch and a spirit communicator), we need more skeptics and people to keep the situation grounded for MULTIPLE reasons. We get excited, our desires/biases lead to looking more into results that might not have much. It's when the non believer/skeptic had nothing where we can get excited. Ghost hunting still follows the rules of science and the non excited/non believers help us being the control and the ones to demand repetition.

Now, on regards of if I think Shane is a fucking demon? I honestly just wouldn’t be surprised if he was. Cause he does some bullshit I don’t think anyone else can get away with. Disrespecting Annabelle to her face and living? Something’s looking out for that tall motherfucker. I’m checking him with holy water if I ever get the chance.

8.5/10

Ghost Hunters

The most respectful ones I’ve seen. They treat the ghosts humanely, with dignity. And from what I’ve seen they get good results. They’re the only ones I’ve seen that have been at the sites for multiple days as well. They use what they learn from their prior day to expand and get better evidence with the spirits. It's very cool to see and honestly in a way, super professional of them that way...

Another thing I like about them is they debunk when they can, sometimes right on the spot. I respect people who do this, because like I said, no one takes this type of thing very seriously because so many people take every bump and creek as evidence and that gets…annoying and discrediting. So, I have mad respect for them.

8/10  

My Haunted House

Okay, Lifetime, what the hell are we doing? This is a hot mess. The most horrifying thing about the show is the shit acting. The stories are cool though. My spouse and I make fun of this show…a lot. Its just good for entertainment. Something to listen to in the background if you ran out of true crime podcasts.

Good shit. 4.5/10

[ljesak]

also I finished the broken code!!! i rlly enjoyed it, def my fav arc after POT. ashfur was fun and scary as a villain, def a breath of fresh air after many bland villains

i found bristleroot quite cute. idk why ppl feel like it took away from bristlefrost as a character, it didn't feel like that for me and rootspring wasn't annoying. it was quite ''engaging'' as far as WC romances go, nothing amazing but less bland than usual

i don't think shadowsight should've died instead bc that would've been absolutely miserable but i do understand bristefrost being yet another Dead Wife of the main guy which SUCKS i know but at least she died doing something cool

i didn't like how little involvement violetshine and dovewing had meanwhile the Fathers had so much more involvement. but at the same time i did enjoy warrior cats acknowledging familial relationships more strongly as its again, less bland than usual

i like POT more bc it had sol jayfeather and hollyleaf and Most Nostalgia, but this was a fun arc. i also liked how they made lionblaze extremely unlikeable, bramblestar's ghost was funny too. overall a very fun ride, i think i liked it a tad more than AVOS due to ashfur but yeah

i think shadowsight was the most boring POV for me. i enjoyed his character but it was a bit too on the nose Miserable for me to stay deeply engaged

the other 2 had more active and back-and-forth internal conflict which i personally find more fun

I did like how the arc dealt with trauma and abuse though, with both shadowsight and squirrelflight. the emptiness he felt after was weirdly poingant for a wc book and im glad squirrelflight didn't have to face ashfur again in the end

And i liked mothwing and the amount of scrutiny shown towards starclan. Hell yea it sucks! The dark forest cats or at least juniperclaw deserved better

[lyekai]

what has solomon done for that option to be included actually... i don't even like that ugly cow much less napping with him

FREE MY MAN they don't deserve you sol !! u have done nothing wrong ever my pookie snookums baby doll omega pumpkin pie mon amour honeybunny sunshine my pretty princess the absolute love of my life

[katphantom69]

Finally got into writing again wooo!

"Its not fair!", Luner cried as they tossed another pillow across the room,

"Why am I always the bad guy?! Why do they see me in such a cruel way?! What did I do wrong?!". They sobbed, collapsing onto their bed and crying into their arms.

Cosmic Warper watched in dismay as his moon child wept and wailed upon his moonlit bed. They approached careful, running a hand through Lunars hair.

"Oh Lulu, you've done no harm, no foul. Mortals are just... fickle things, one track minds. They see bright day as good so dark night must be evil and scary. It's nothing against you personally" they coo trying to sooth the lunar twin.

Lulu just wailed more.

"They make the moon look bad! They make it seem like I'm not important. I know my worth! I am the moon! I control their tides, help with direction and time! I am not lesser, nor do I feel the hate and jealous twords my twin. I do not hate the sun! And I'd never hurt Sol! Never!" They say as glimmering tears drip down their face and onto the silken pillow sheet.

Solaris, the sun and twin of the moon peaked in from the doorway. It hurt to see their sibling so upset. Yet they understood why. For ages upon ages, mortals had unfairly worshipped the brighter celestial body more and honored them more than their dimmer counterpart. At first, they felt a bit flattered, if not a bit uncomfortable for all the attention. But over the eons, as Lunar became saddened with the misjudgment they got, Solaris uncomfortableness began to turn into anger. Seeing his sibling like this, so upset, so distraught and broken, made idle anger turn... into rage.

Cosmic Warper gave a soft whine

"It won't be forever little one, times are changing, the mortals will learn! They will come to see you as you truly are. Brilliant, loving and benevolent. You'll see-"

"WHEN?!" Lunar shouted, startling the lord of space "In another thousand years? 5 thousand? A MILLION?! I don't want to wait anymore! I...I! IVE HAD ENOUGH!" They yelled, slamming their fists onto the bed.

Cosmic felt the whole moon shake as Lunar took over their celestial body.

"Lulu what are you doing?!" Cosmic said with worry and fear in their voice.

Using their power to its maximum potential, Lunar pulled at the moons connection with the earth, pushing the terrestrial bond away. They pulled and pulled with all their might, but alas, not strong enough for such a great feat, they managed to only pull away from the earth around 3 inches before collapsing exhausted onto the bed. Their body trembled and they hid their face in their pillow and screamed in frustration.

Cosmic stepped back alarmed

"Lulu! Please! This isn't right! Why must it come to this extreme?!"

Lunar lifted themselves up a bit to look at their parental figure

"I didn't want it to come to this! I wanted to be nice! I wanted to be fair! But I am left with no choice. If they do not like me as the governor of their night,then the mortals shall have me no more! I will not be made to feel less than! I am the Moon but not Earth's moon no more. I will move away, somewhere else amongst the stars! Somewhere were ill be wanted! Let them see the consequences of their actions and reap from the seeds of pain and misery that they've sown!" They say as they clean their tears.

"Lulu please," Cosmic begged "put the moon back in its place."

"NO! NO MORE, I WILL NOT BE RIDICULED OR SEEN AS DESERVING OF THEIR HATE NO MORE. IF YOU CANT GIVE ME YOUR SUPPORT THEN I DONT NEED YOUR PITY! GET OUT!" Lunar screamed as they used their power to shove Cosmic out of their room and then shut the door in their face.

Cosmic was left floating there, in shock and fear of these actions. Things would not be good if they escalated like this, but escalate they would as they turned to come face to face with their sun child.

"Sol!" They exclaim surprised. "I am thankful that you're here. Please help me ease your sibling down. Try to make them see reason." They beg softly.

But Solaris shook their head and to Cosmics horror, they felt the sun also slip from their grasp.

"But they are right Cosmic, Lulu is in the right to be sad and upset. As well am I to feel ANGRY!" They growl, a terrible sound Cosmic Warper never expected to hear from his beloved children.

"The mortals have come to far! For so long they have been pitting us against each other and making Lulu feel inferior. I do not wish to continue that any further! If they can not adore and see Lulu for how important and great they are, then I do not want their honor or adulation!" They roared

Cosmic gulped a bit as he felt the sun burn brighter and hotter. This was not supposed to be happening! This would not only have grave consequences for the Earth but for the entire solar system as well.

Solaris glared at their parent as they spoke.

"The mortals shall learn that actions have consequences. I will become the villain they make Lulu out to be! Let the sun they adore so much be the cause of their misery and pain. And once they realize their wrong doings it will be too late to go back and beg the moon for a cooler blissful escape from my scorching rays!

Let them suffer as the moon has suffered and perhaps they'll come to repent for their actions. But until then, they shall know not my warm tender embrace, but only my unforgiving FURY!"

With that last remark, Cosmic felt the sun flare with energy. A large solar storm raging on as Solar retreated back to the sun.

Cosmic Warper was left speechless and in tears as their beloved children slipped from their caring embrace and decend into the worse possible outcome that could have happened. There were bound to be consequences for this, grave consequences.

Consequences that they weren't sure they'd be able to face without breaking down into shambles or hurting those they loved. How had things come to this?

On earth, Kimera, Keeper of Balance, could feel the shift. Something was wrong, deeply wrong.

The tides receded, the nights no longer cool and inviting. In fact, they even seemed more dim. Nocturnal animals everywhere began to slowly act strange and be awake at odd hours. Not only that, but the earth seemed hotter. Even at night it seemed impossible to escape the outrageous heat of day. Crops dried up easier and the oceans heated up causing a mess there too.

The natural balance was amiss and Kimera could only look up at the sky in worry, feeling Spaces turmoil.

"I do hope you figure this out and resolve this." She spoke to the heavens.

"For if this goes on further, Order may forces their way into this. And I'm in no mood to clean up their mess...again."

She says and retires to lair, chanting a troublesome rhyme about it all.

"Sun and Moon

Celestial twins

Feeling scorned

From human whim

Have turned their faces

Away from Earth

Till we value

What they're worth

For if we don't heed

Their warning blight

Earth will wither

Loose the fight

Let us gather

Let us pray

For forgiveness

From Night and Day"

[leastdatablebracket]

ROUND 4, MATCH 3

Propaganda under the cut!

Vace

Propaganda

well you (the pollrunner) already know cause hes ur icon but i will say that at least he is meant to suck as a romantic partner with only one ending (two if you include astronaut) having him and sol (the player character) staying together on the other end tho there's three ways to start dating him one is to make him go to therapy n then start dating after he is no longer abusing his girlfriend (either breaking them up by convincing him to dump nemmie or convincing nemmie that hes the scumbag he is n she deserves better) another is to be his side piece and the third way is getting him so mad he drags sol off by the neck to beat the shit out of them with this event ending with either him n sol sleeping together (also causing him and nemmie to break up) sol getting the living daylights beat out of them (to the point they got knocked out n needed medical care) with the implicit threat of vace will do this again if they dont stay out of his way and sol avoiding both of those things but being so shaken by the experience that theyre struggling to breath until theyre outside and fully away from him which gives a very different undertone to hooking up with him in this event

V

Propaganda

Bro got overshadowed and is hardly there for his own damn route lmao

Instead of getting therapy to cope with the guilt of mistreating his deaf mother who died for him, he got into a romance with an infatuated fan of his work, proposing to her within months as she became increasingly more unstable to the point of starting a cult. Additionally, he smuggles a pair of endangered twin boys from their abusive household into a shady overseas agency while his cult-creating girlfriend took the other. He does not call the cops on her. He does not talk to his rich best friend about better options for the twins. He instead lies to everyone and says his gf committed suicide which allows her cult to grow and she brainwashes several people. He knows about every bullshit thing going on in the background and he chooses to say/do nothing. He just mopes, says sorry (without changing anything) and keeps making a martyr of himself with persistently bad decisions while keeping everyone in the dark, despite the danger it causes. Bonus: his own route was so bad, he barely spent time conscious with the MC and then eventually fucks off to 'find himself' or some shit, leaving one twin to commit suicide. His after end took so long because the writers had to amend these actions so he could at least take responsibility for one thing (saving the Fandom woobie). He does not actually interact with the MC until damn near the end point and then there is a timeskip where they adopt a kid. 

Has just gotten out of shitty prev relationship, needs a therapist not a gf.

he lies to you from the moment he meets you (just like he's lying to most people you meet in the game who are also his loved ones) about a lot of things including what happened to his ex (whose suffering can be at least partially attributed to him). also i just hate him.

[demonic-silver-and-gold]

Diary of an Attendant/Friend/Stranger (2)

Excerpt 2: Devildom

{Masterlist} {Ao3}

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Warnings: Spoilers for all games, a bit of spiraling thoughts

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It’s so weird walking through the Devildom of years past. I can definitely recognize some places but others are either a) gone or b) not the place I remember.

It’s honestly embarrassing how many times I’ve walked into the wrong place thinking I’m entering a restaurant but finding a bookstore. I miss them. Going out places as a date, just smiling with each other for company and

Not having RAD tasks and homework is also very weird. Like, I’ve got the urge to constantly check the margins of whatever notes I’ve taken to see what I’ve got to do before pulling out this journal and remembering that no, you’ve got nothing TO do for class. Who knew I’d miss class out of all things?

Well, we do algebra problems for fun so I guess it’s not that weird. Nah, still a little odd. We need a new hobby.

Speaking of tasks, looking after the brothers certainly has brought back memories. I mean, being threatened by Lucifer about how everything he does is to protect his family and won’t hesitate to kill me if I ever hurt them? That’s year one baby! I almost couldn’t keep the fond look out of my expression, knowing that at the very least he’s true to his word in this time and ours.

Until the reminder hurt. Yeah, maybe I was a nosy little shit and all and deserved a thinly veiled threat from him after beginning to make pacts with them but…

I can’t deny it doesn’t hurt to see those I trust to be wary of me. It’s as if I’ve done something unforgivable, something I can’t mend. I know I haven’t (yet), but it doesn’t hurt any less.

By the time I walked with the brothers to the HOL I had almost forgotten I wasn’t welcome. I remembered, luckily, at the gate, waving at goodbye to the group before turning around and trying to find my way to Can’t-spell-its-name Hall. (I should learn it tbh, if we’re gonna spend a significant amount of time here).

Dinner wasn’t much to write about. Solomon was focused on something or other so no kitchen issues… yet. We’ll see how that goes tomorrow.

I’m starting to doubt that I’ll ever be able to go home. I can’t do what I did before to the ones I love, even if they’re not the same ones I care about. That was for a purpose — albeit misguided and certainly manipulated — but one that didn’t revolve around something that benefitted me. Such a damn bleeding heart, huh. Maybe I should be more selfish like Sol suggested.

I hate lying to the others about being a demon but I guess it’s just another way of survival. Still, I really didn’t want to know how they’ll react once they find out. It won’t be pretty. But it’ll be over, at least. I should go to bed before I spiral again.

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Thanks for reading! Next part goes more heavily into spoiler territory but for now here it is!

[projectbluearcadia]

Y'Know Steam Makes Things Soft

[ Contains non-graphic Nudity. Reader Discretion... Suggested? ]

Annelie undresses in the bathroom, folding her clothes as she does so, turning on the water. She catches herself in the mirror, staring at her reflection for several moments. 

I don’t look any different, but my body doesn’t feel like it’s mine sometimes. 

Her eyes linger on the black scratches on her chest.

Well... except for that. Just looking at them fills me with unpleasant feelings... 

Annelie closes her eyes. 

That incessant ticking is still pounding in my ears. It’s almost enough to make me want to slap Solomon again. Sorry, Sol, you’re a fun guy to be around; you don’t deserve that. I’m just venting. 

Annelie opens her eyes and steps into the shower, letting out a sharp hiss at the hot water. She moves to turn it down, only for a familiar red-nailed hand to turn it down for her. 

Annelie: ...thanks. I thought you weren’t rewarding me until I told you what was going on?

Lucifer: This isn’t your reward; it’s mine. 

Annelie: Well, then forgive me if I get handsy. 

Lucifer joins her in the shower. 

Lucifer: Stopping you is trivial. 

Annelie: Is it now?

Lucifer: Yes. Very much so. 

Lucifer lathers his hands in soap and starts washing Annelie’s back. She lets out a soft sigh. 

Annelie: Your hands are nice. 

Lucifer: I know. 

He kisses her neck, and she turns around to put shampoo in his hair.  

Annelie: You’re getting greyer. 

Lucifer: Like hell. 

Annelie: Mm. Spin, dear. 

Annelie turns her attention to Lucifer’s upper back as he turns around. 

Annelie: How do your shoulders get this tense...? Relax, you idiot.

Lucifer: I don’t want to hear that from you. 

Lucifer softly groans as she massages his neck. 

Lucifer: That feels nice though...

Annelie: I know. 

Lucifer: Hmph. 

Annelie: ...about the thing from earlier...

Lucifer: You’re not getting out of telling me with a massage. 

Annelie: No, it’s just... I... 

Annelie bites her lip and leans her head against Lucifer’s back. 

Annelie: ...I’m sorry... I’m freezing up on you here. 

Lucifer: Take your time to warm up in the water then. 

Annelie smiles a little. 

If you said that any less sweetly...

Annelie: I’m scared, Lucifer. 

Lucifer: Scared?

Annelie: The human world scares me. 

Lucifer turns around, and Annelie butts her head against his chest instead.

Lucifer: Why does your home scare you?

He runs his fingers up and down Annelie’s back. 

Annelie: It’s not “home” to me.

He pauses. 

Lucifer: What happened?

Annelie: Nothing, I just... I don’t know what’ll happen if I go back there. 

Lucifer: Didn’t you tell me that you missed the sunlight? Chocolate? Gloxinia flowers?  

Annelie: I do... I miss all of it.

Lucifer: Then come with me next week. You don’t have to be afraid of anything while I’m with you. 

Can you really promise me something like that?

Annelie looks up and smiles gingerly at Lucifer. 

Annelie: ...you’re right. 

She hugs him tightly, and he quickly returns it. 

Annelie: I can’t wait. 

She starts shaking, and Lucifer kisses her forehead gently. 

Lucifer: Lies don’t work on me. We don’t have to go, Annelie, if it really means that much to you. I don’t like how you’re avoiding it, but I care too much to force you. 

Curse you for being sweet and tempting me to say “let’s not after all.” You really are a devil, aren’t you?

Annelie: No, I know where you’re coming from, and I agree with you... it’s just hard. 

Lucifer: Then do it for me, and more importantly, do it for you. Okay?

[wander-wren]

one thing i’m really excited for in Three of Swords (po3 rewrite) is figuring out how to balance fanon and canon interpretations of characters. especially since i have to choose which fanon interpretations to use!

i got into warriors around what i’m unofficially dubbing the middle age, bc i like naming things, it’s fun. this coming after the golden age of the fandom, yknow, firestar doesnt like waffles and sss warrior cats and emo scourge and cringe ocs. to my eyes, the fandom culture after that was focused on improving art (better animation and art and fanfic overall, i remember a ton of guides on how to avoid common fanfic mistakes) but still had a lot of the same trappings of early fandom. especially in the opinions about characters—remember everyone hating dovewing and loving ivypool?

then in the past few years its like things have shifted. the demographic as a whole feels older now, but maybe that’s just me—i don’t know how popular wc is with the current eleven year olds. but i’ve seen a lot of “x character deserved better” and “i was wrong about y character” type sentiments (i was one of them! sorry, dovewing). some of the same topics keep being retread, but the consensus on them has changed. there’s probably an essay in there somewhere.

but back to Three of Swords. i haven’t actually reread po3 in a while (it’s on my list, lol), so all my own thoughts are also colored by nostalgia and years of fanon. i have a lot of space here to explore breezepelt, since the story will be windclan-centric, and i have to decide what to keep from canon and from fanon, as well as deciding what role i want him to play. i want to make the Three a little scarier, more powerful and more mystical, really set apart from their clanmates, but i don’t want to lose too much of their canon personalities.

even starclan could go several ways. are they malevolent, benevolent? powerful or incompetent? with crowfeather now being the three’s mother and nightcloud being present but not directly a parent, how does that change their characters? i still think crowfeather was absolutely unprepared to be a parent to breezepelt, but the circumstances are wildly different now.

and what about onestar and firestar? with the three in windclan and firestar still receiving the kin of kin prophecy, how long will it take to put together, and what does that do to clan relations? what version of onestar do i even want to write, with how inconsistent he is?

and i’ve said it before, i’ll say it again: what the hell am i supposed to do with sol? i definitely want him to play a bigger role, but i’m still throwing around ideas as to how to do that and how he ties into the larger dark forest plot.

the final thing i’m really adamant about is portraying these cats as, well, young. nightcloud, crowfeather, leafpool, and squirrelflight all started the new prophecy as apprentices. in my rewrite, by the time the Three are born they’ve only been warriors (or medicine cats) for 4-5 moons. that makes them adults for a little less than a year by the time the Three are apprenticed, which is when i’m thinking of starting Three of Swords unless i can think of something interesting to do in their kithood.

they’re very young and have had really tumultuous apprenticeships/early adulthoods, and that’s not stopping anytime soon. the Three are incredibly young, and every individual thing they deal with would be a lot, but all of it? i know the fandom view on hollyleaf specifically has been shifting from this sort of badass murder queen to the scared, confused kid making bad choices she was, and i want to write about that. and give lionblaze a character beyond “fighty man goes dark side.” and give jayfeather a character other than “grumpy snark. also is blind.”

annnnd this got away from me oops. happy anniversary. i have a love-hate relationship with po3 because it’s got SO MUCH happening but also NOTHING happening.

[bihansthot]

I feel like I have no where I can talk about what’s wrong anymore, I way over share here and no one wants to read about all my problems. I foolishly though maybe talking about it might help other people going through similar things but all it does is bum people out or annoy them because no one wants to hear about complaining. I can’t talk to my parents because I am on a literal pedestal for them and they see me as this bastion of strength and resolution. There’s also the religious factor they’re disgustingly Catholic and I worship a crocodile I don’t want to hear their God will take care of me, I want to hear about mine feasting on the flesh of whoever did this to me. My brothers are useless and don’t under any aspects of how difficult my life has been so they can’t provide any comfort. I can’t talk to my partner because they are emotionally shut down, they can’t communicate about difficult emotions and topics because adhd and autism. I can’t talk to my boyfriend because I’ve been lying to him and telling him nothing is that wrong. I can’t talk to my physiatrist because she’ll just talk about radical acceptance and how I just have to except bad shit happens and I can’t change which I understand but it doesn’t make me any less sad, or scared or upset. I can’t talk to my friends because they’re going though awful things too and don’t need my misery on top of their own. They don’t deserve that after everything they’ve done for me. I can’t post on FB because everyone just ignores it or my Aunt comments the little prayer emoji as if that does something. I can’t talk to my IRL friends for the exact same reasons as my friends and family, to my IRL friends I’m an unmovable force that can’t be fucked with because I handle everything so well. Well it’s all just a fucking lie, I just don’t let any of them see me falter, I don’t let them see the cracks, the terrified tears, the meltdown, rock bottom. I’m there alone, just like I’ve always been, just like I always will be but if so hard not to have an outlet anymore. I’m sick of annoying my moots and followers, I’m supposed to be a fun fandom blog who just talks about Bi-Han’s tiddies and icicle and posts smut and bad fanart. I’m not supposed to be a real person behind that and people don’t want to know the real Sol, they just wanna know silly, whacky, horny for Bi-Han Sol, and I don’t blame anyone. I just don’t know what to do. I need to be able to get things off my chest but in a way it won’t annoy anyone but I refuse to do journaling. That’s horseshit and then you always have someone who wants to read it, my partner, my Mother, my psychiatrist and then it’s like no fuck you didn’t listen before you don’t get to read it now. There’s just no good solution. Maybe I could just set the posts to private so people don’t have to see it? Would that work? Then only downside with that though is what if I did post something that helped someone and then no one would see it? Fuck me. There’s just no good solution. I guess going forward I’ll just do my best to keep everything to myself. I can’t annoy anyone that way.

[venomfangs]

@cosmodr0me said : ❝ our actions have consequences. to be reminded of them is not a punishment. ❞

" huh... you should be a mental health guru or something. " spoken rather dismissively , his steady tone did not betray how quickly and how deeply her words had shaken him... a familiar ache blooming in his chest once more , a rending agony that had made a home within his heart — it was an inescapable feeling , coming and going like a forlorn ghost without any semblance of peace... miguel harshly chews at the inside of his cheek , the tissues of his gums set alight in pain as sharpened fangs repeatedly dug into scarred flesh. " you'd do numbers... maybe get into those awful motivational posters. "

the spider didn't look away from the many monitors that were brightly lit before him — reports of canon events that had come to fruition... it was all the same song and dance after a while , blurring together in a medley he studied for anomalies. how long has it been since i've last slept...? a stupid question, best left unanswered... it would have done nothing to alleviate the sting that was plaguing his eyes , nor the shaking in his hands... this was his perpetual state of being , bordering on the fine line between exhaustion and the pang of adrenaline at a moment's notice. it's been like this for so long — it was hard to remember a time where things weren't so... strenuous. don't kid yourself , miggy... it was always like this. we chose this. it was a thought that slingshot him back to the warrior's presence , shivering fingers curling into his palm as he sighs... a weariness seeping into his bones like lead.

consequences... there were always consequences for every little thing. consequences for refusing to sleep , consequences for consuming too much coffee... consequences of pretending to be someone you're not. on that , he could agree with her... it was inevitable , a part of life that couldn't be refuted — but the ramifications... sometimes they were punishment enough. to be reminded of them , day in and day out , was like pouring acid on a wound that had already been scabbed over... it just left it open to burn and blister again... but it was no less than he deserved.

he made a mistake , a mistake in believing that he could have a family... deluding himself into believing that there wouldn't be consequences for replacing himself in his late daughter's life. it was taken from him as quickly as he found it... he could still feel the weight of gabriella's body in his arms , how light she became until there was nothing left at all... no, sol... there's no need when i punish myself enough... heavily , his right hand rises to rub his eye , a sorry attempt to clear away the droopiness of his eyelids. i don't want to talk about this... miguel huffs , unmoving in his rigid stance... sorrow quickly turning into frustration when it had nowhere else to go. " don't you have somewhere to be , sol ? out saving a shocking universe far away from here , maybe ? "

: / / GOD OF WAR PROMPTS : accepting.

[carbo-ships]

Hey we don't really interact and I'm p sure you don't follow me but you're amazing and I love seeing you on my dash. Sol is so right to cherish you bc you deserve nothing less. Kissing your forehead platonically 🌺🌈💞

that is very sweet of u to say thank u anon