#but they are none of them progressive perfect angels

[idontlikeem]

I don't know what to think of the quote from Geno that was published today and is trending on twitter. Is it actually a real quote? Because if it is and was translated within context, oooh boy I'm gonna be pissed!

sigh ok i was hoping this wouldn't happen.

this is the only time i'll be addressing this.

that quote was from 2019. whatever the twitter account that posted a snippet of it is, it was clearly attempting to imply it was said today. it was not. i have proof!

is it the best quote ever? no. however, let's remember the context here: he's talking to a russian news outlet. what's he gonna say?

additionally, when you add in all the rest of his commentary, it's significantly less inflammatory.

[cherryrainn]

Can I request headcanons with Adam and husk *separate* with fem s/o? P.S. reader is a sinner please

ADAM AND HUSK WITH A SINNER S/O HEADCANONS .

pairing ; adam + reader, husk + reader

note ; thank you for your ask!

warnings ; none

ADAM ★

adam knows about your sins, but he's surprisingly chill about it.

he figures everyone's got some skeletons in their closet, and he's not one to judge.

that's a lie if it was anyone but you he would probably make fun of them but

he's the first man, so he's seen it all.

when an extermination is about to go down, adam discreetly pulls some strings to ensure that you're not targeted during the extermination.

he may be stern in his role, but when it comes to you, he's willing to challenge the timetable.

adam's ego is larger than his fucking wings

he flaunts his perfection, boasting about never making mistakes.

you roll your eyes, but deep down, something is endearing about his unshakable confidence.

he's like your guardian angel.

he doesn't give two shits about "hell's bummer atmosphere" if it means he can come down to see you in the hall

adam tries to cook for you.

let's just say his celestial culinary skills are a work in progress.

you appreciate the effort, even if the taste is questionable.

somebody out there is probably aware of this

HUSK ★

surprise forehead kisses from husk when he's feeling particularly sentimental (and maybe a bit tipsy).

husk surprising you with a small, heart-shaped trinket he found during one of his trips to the casino, claiming he got it for you "by accident."

him grumbling about the annoyingly cute couple at the bar while discreetly slipping his hand into yours under the table

joint napping sessions on lazy afternoons, with husk claiming that it's the only activity he excels at.

husk's tough exterior crumbles when he thinks you're not looking, stealing quick glances filled with genuine affection.

surprise gifts of your favorite snacks and drinks!!

he puts them in places where he knows you'll find them.

if you were stressed out or something;

just imagine him bringing over a bottle of your favorite drink

claiming it's the ultimate stress reliever, and joining you in a laid-back evening.

if you don't drink, imagine it as your favorite snack or something

quiet moments of just being there, husk sitting with you in comfortable silence.

he's just there for you, always

[dreamwritersworld]

The gun (sully family x reader)

two siblings interviewed and born as twins was the beginning of Neteyam and Y/n’s biggest downfall…never given a chance to both be successful.

Jake Sully was always a soldier first and it would inevitably be the first wound he served to his kids. Neteyam and Y/n never had moment where they both could succeed at the same time. They fought amongst each other each second they spent in training.

Oh yes, oh yes,

Neteyam had the strength and ability to lose himself in everything he was asked..

Y/n had the poise and put a impactful meaning into every task she was given..

Oh, yes, they both,

They were both given harsh training that progressively got worse as they aged.

In the eyes of Neteyam, Y/n was Jake’s perfect little angel. “The black swan” as he called her, none of them understood it but Jake definitely did. Y/n was able to be fierce on field and smile kindly even if you had just lost against her, graceful.

Neteyam refused to acknowledge the level of difficulty Y/n went against. Y/n viewed Neteyam as “the perfect soldier”, he was an exact replica of Jake’s techniques and professionalism. Jake saw Neteyam as though he was the most powerful, beautiful gold amongst a treasured island.

Oh yes, they both..

They both couldn’t see it. They couldn’t see that they were striving for perfection in their father’s eyes. They had yet to pull the trigger on each other.

Oh, yes, they both reached for..

The approval of their father weighed heavily on their heart. Such a horrible baggage they never knew how to deal with…

Jake refused to acknowledge the pain and ache they’d endure after training. The pair walking home in tiredness that is waiting to be fulfilled as soon as they pass out in their beds.

It was a cruel joke considering what they had to endure.

The gun, the gun..

They walked in a quick panicked silence to go to their grandmother to be healed from all the marks and tension in their body.

The gun, the gun

Neteyam usually had grand scraps and cut on his finger from archery while Y/n had cuts all over her feet from the tricks and stunts she’d pull to navigate quietly through the woods like Jake wanted her to.

Oh yes,

The next morning would be the grand competition between all young soldiers who have become elites in their division that only happened every two years. In all reality the top soldier would always come down to Neteyam or Y/n. It’s exactly what had the people come down to the most challenging parts of the forest. Everyone knew they’d win it just always down to who. The competition had everyone at the end of the branches they watched from, nerves of adrenaline can be felt seeping through the athletes and spreading amongst the crowd.

They both reached for the gun. For the gun.

The pair always had new tricks to show off and skills that have been newly mastered. It was truly beautiful. Unfortunately for Y/n, Neteyam had won the last two event, everyone had their eyes on her as the date of today came closer. However the words of Jake’s praise couldn’t have been an even bigger flame to the fire as he spoke to fellow navi’s about the two…

Oh yes, oh yes..

“Neteyam is fantastic and always finishes strong! This will all come down to who will be the best and I can assure you Neteyam has been training immensely.”

Oh yes, they both..

“And Y/n?”

Oh yes, they both..

“She’s fabulous but dangerous. She has a power to become an animal. I always call her my black swan, perfect and elegant.”

Oh yes they both reached for ..

Jake thrived off the fear from his eldest children, they were so nervous he could see their confidence fighting to stay grand.

The gun, the gun..

Just a few moments before the race started he had his own moments with his children…

Neytiri had placed a flower crown made by Tuk on Y/n’s hair in which she promised to wear. She seemed to be holding in just fine until Jake approached her…

The gun, the gun..

“Im not too sure you’ll beat Neteyam this year Y/n. You’re nervous I can see it all over your face.”

The gun, the gun..

“I can beat him..” she spoke like a timid little girl, afraid of her father’s truth.

The gun, the gun..

“Really? In the past four years, I see you obsessed getting each and every move perfectly right but I never see you lose yourself. All that discipline for what?”

The gun, the gun..

“..I just want to be perfect…”

“You what?”

“I want to be perfect.”

The gun, the gun..

“The only person standing in your way is you. It’s time to let her go, be the black swan I know you can be..lose yourself.”

The gun, the gun

He had whispered his statement in hushed words, only for Y/n’s ears to hear. Her heart stopped and began beating at 100 once again, she nervously smiled.

The gun, the gun..

Then it was time for Neteyam..

Both reached for the gun..

“Y/n is a perfectionist you know that Neteyam. You must move quicker and faster than she does. She floats like a feather through the branches and animals but you stay a few steps ahead because you’ll get her nervous more than you can imagine. She’ll falter and that’s how you’ll stay the best in the clan! Cmon be the best soldier”

The gun, the gun..

It was sickening. Jake knew how to make a grand show between the two. It even caused a scene before the race even started. Neteyam wanted to take it a step further..he knew exactly how his sister worked. She was too sweet and never allowed herself to get aggressive with anyone…or so he thought

“You’ll fumble halfway in and get nervous Y/n you know you will.”

“Stop. Please stop.”

“How about I actually live up to your name and act like the ‘black swan’ for you.”

The gun, the gun..

The nerves had become too much to handle. Y/n got upset at the idea of him winning again and gaining the appraisal of their father before her. She hated how he jokes about her nickname that only he calls her.

“It’s my turn! I’ll win and you’ll be the one who’ll never leave the corps!”

The gun, the gun..

Neteyam’s eyes grew wide as Y/n pushed him away from her.

“All Navi’s competing must get in place now!”

Some Navi’s had so much confidence from the two years they prepped for the race rather it be third or beating the two siblings who held the reign of being the best. Unbeknownst to the crowd the two best had false confidence when it came to going against each other.

The gun, the gun..

Right before the scratch of an ikran was heard Neteyam and Y/n looked to each other with fear and determination. There they ran and leaped through the sky as though the branches they jumped off were clouds. The crowds eyes were on the pair of siblings who were constantly challenging each other with tricks amongst the track. It all would come down to who moved the quickest with the most difficulty. The yelling was tuned out for the siblings. The twins were speaking to each other in a language none of the people could understand, it was…psychologically beautiful.

The gun, the gun..

Fire burnt in their lungs with each breath they took for another reach of oxygen..

Their calves felt like rocks fallen from a mountain as they grew tired and stretched..

Towards the very end…Y/n won.

The gun, the gun..

She hadn’t even realized she was bleeding heavily from her hip…it was pure adrenaline that was keeping her running and graceful.

The gun, the gun..

The crowd picked her up and cheered her on until Jake had urged them to put her down…he had noticed the gash from the beginning. He wasn’t running on adrenaline like everyone else was. This type of competition was something he was used to seeing..since he always put the two against each other.

“Put her down! What did you do Y/n? You’re hurt!”

“Huh..”

There she touched her blood, gasping in an almost comical way..

“I felt it dad..”

“What?”

The gun, the gun..

“I was perfect…”

She had fainted from the exhaustion from all the training the night before. Truth was the only reason why Y/n wasn’t able to stay calm against Neteyam’s remarks was because she was absolutely irritable from the few hours of sleep and aching body she was pushing through.

“Y/n…wake up child.”

The flutter of her eyelashes reviled Moat, thanking eywa for the couple hours of sleep she gave Y/n’s body to return to normal.

“Grandmother thank you-“

“You need to take care of yourself more-“

“Y/n! Oh thank Eywa!”

Jake rushed through the tent hugging his daughter tighter than ever..finally it was her turn. He’d praise her and love on her once again.

“I won dad..”

“I know..you were great! My beautiful black swan!”

Both reached for the gun

Y/n won while for the first time in two years Neteyam watched.

!💕!

Definitely not sure if there ar even still avatar fans alive anymore but this story will be ready waiting for you when you’ve come back!! I loved the way this edit sound went viral and the way the beat has you on the edge of the seat!!!

[radioapple-heathen]

My Top 10 📻🍎 'Oneshots' Fic Recs

(A continuation of my previous post. You can find info about my fic preferences and my top 10 'Series' fic recs here. And my multi-chap recs here.)

1.) Mine to Avenge by fourshadesofgreen

Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canonverse. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: Murder Husbands. What more can I say? This is peak radioapple. Flirting through murder?? UGH. Delicious. Obsessed. Think about this oneshot 24/7. There is nothing else.

2.) With A Coffee and a Caress by @winterveritas

Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: This was SOOO FREAKING CUTE??? AND SEXY??? SIMULTANEOUSLY??? Also this oneshot got me to jump all aboard the trans!Alastor train. Can't say anything I haven't said already about Winter, but go read, 10/10 quality and believable wonderful progression of their relationship!!

3.) No hiding place down here by @tollingreminiscentbells

Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: I will inhale anything this author writes in re: to radioapple and this is no exception. Fantastic dialogue and characterization, as usual. Lucifer-heals-Alastor oneshot that could honestly be canon with how well the author writes these two.

4.) afternoon delight by deliciously_devient

Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence. Notable Warnings: Uh, idk, menstration fic.

Notes: This author is going to make a full deviant out of me yet. Intersex!Lucifer hits that time of the month and, of course, Alastor is there to assist like the super helpful friend he is XD

5.) Truth Laid Bare by pervertanarchy

Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Post Canon (I think). Notable Warnings: Explicit +. Mind the tags LOL.

Notes: ANGEL TRUTH SERUM AU???? I didn't realize how much I needed this in my life, but bless you, author. Lucifer is a Mess (TM) and a good time was had by all, including Alastor's shadow.

6.) bite the hand by @tarmairons

Rated M. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: I absolutely ADORE the characterizations in this oneshot. The dialogue between them is ON POINT. So witty, so in character, just perfection. And then when it becomes PLAYFUL??? The best!

7.) God Forsaken by Kisama

Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Human!Alastor AU. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: Ah, hello, Alastor meeting Lucifer as a human, my absolute weakness, nice to see you again. A fantastic addition to my library of this trope --- and bottom!Alastor, my other beloved.

8.) helter skelter by nymphaceae

Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: Catch me on my trans!Alastor train still, because this was chef's kiss as well. Very fun, very sexy oneshot, would read 19 more installments of this.

9.) will you weapon your skin (feed the monster within) by FrostbiteFable

Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Post-canon. Notable Warnings: Explicit + LOL.

Notes: WHY DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG TO FIND THIS FIC??? THIS 25K ONESHOT SEX POLLEN RADIOAPPLE MASTERPIECE?? Seriously, strap in, y'all, because this is a ride, omg. I don't even know how to summarize it, JUST READ IT. It's so, so, so good.

10.) Lavender and Smoke by pervertanarchy

Rated T. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Post Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: AHA! A T-rated oneshot rec, I am not a complete heathen. Jokes aside, this was SO SWEET??? I love domestic radioapple so much. It really scratches an itch in my brain. And the author has such beautiful crisp prose, it makes for such an easy and enjoyable read.

[soapoet]

PJO pick-a-card reading

Luke Castellan; A message from above

Soapy scribbles: I opted to format this topic as generally as possible since we all hold various different beliefs. Whether this message comes from your spirit guides, angels, higher self, God, any deity, ancestor or passed loved ones, or anything beyond my comprehension, is for you alone to know based on how it resonates with you. I am just the messenger and it is no business of mine who your particular sender is.

01.

Shufflemancy: Travelling by James Spiteri

You're coming out of a period of stagnation. Either delays entirely out of your control, or the sheer lack of motivation has kept you at a stalemate unable to proceed with your plans. You have found comfort in distractions aplenty. A seemingly never-ending cycle of avoiding the next step because it appears so very daunting, then being overcome with guilt and shame, which you again run from, chasing anything and everything which would put these feelings at bay. Now the first step looks less frightening, and you may feel more motivated to journey onwards.

Growing pains may feature, but you are able to handle them well. You may feel inclined to keep secrets, especially regarding your endeavours. This will prove beneficial as it reduces pressure, you now have nobody to hold yourself accountable but you, and you avoid the urge to run away should anybody dare inquire about your progress. Push yourself forward, as unnerving as it may be. You will quickly notice how light you are on your feet and the distance you can go when harnessing the dopamine from simply overcoming this fear.

Do not be too hard on yourself or expect to run a marathon. A little progress is better than none, but do not use busy work as yet another distraction. You have great gifts and plenty to share with the world, and you are destined to inspire others with your achievements and your accolades. As much as you detest routine, try to keep even a small one. Do a little bit every day to inch yourself closer to your dreams. To avoid feelings of uncertainty and your fears of failure, set aside time to sit with yourself in silence and ask yourself why you want this, where it will lead, and why that is where you want to be and what you hope to achieve, the life you wish to lead and what legacy you wish you leave. Remind yourself of the answers to these questions whenever motivation begins to evade you on your journey.

Sometimes a writer can only muster a sentence, perhaps one they will later entirely eliminate, yet they did something. And sometimes all this writer can do is stare at the manuscript before them and give of themselves nothing. Yet they did something. They got up to look at it rather than wince across the room and refuse to rise to the occasion at all. Celebrate even your smallest victories and allow yourself a cheer when you muster even the slightest effort. Do not expect perfection of yourself and know that many before you had to go through trial and error, and learn and adapt along the way. That is perfectly okay and you do not need a doctorate straight out of the womb to be good enough.

02.

Shufflemancy: Kiss the rain by Yiruma

You must cease this pattern of giving up your energy so easily to so many who are not deserving of your time. When bad news arrive, it is fine to feel whichever way you feel, but anchoring your emotions to this negativity will suck you dry of the life force that you need to shine. You are allowed to have boundaries and you are encouraged to enforce them and guard them closely. Those who would trespass should know punishment swiftly. Do not tolerate things you do not tolerate truly. Do not quietly hope unfortunate things go away and that people notice your discomfort and stop what they're doing that is harming you.

Stand up for yourself and make your thoughts and feelings heard. It is also not your duty or responsibility to translate a simple no or a stop to people wilfully ignorant and always finding a justification for their words and actions. No is a full sentence. Anybody who fails to internalize this fact and look in the mirror to reflect and to change any behaviour that's lead them to ignore this simple command is not a headache to take as yours. You should be unapologetic in your selfcare and demand space when you need it. Set aside your fears and shoo away any prowling feelings of shame and guilt. If you would be happier alone than in bad company, seek solitude and cut off what no longer serves you.

There are lessons some learn only upon a collapse. You may pray for a change of heart and hope for the sun to shine again, but you do not need to weather storms that are not yours to experience. You're not a bad person for stepping back and saying enough is enough in a situation that only causes you distress. Those who need help must want it and ask for it. You can promise to be there when they're ready and aid in their recovery, and still express to them the grief that they have caused you. Sometimes people need to be faced with the harsh truth. The pain and the agony and sleepless nights which they have brought upon you and others and be shown they could truly lose it all lest they stop and strive to do and be better.

If somebody truly needs help and you do not have the heart to abandon them, seek assistance. You need not be alone in a quest which requires more than you alone have to give. There are many sources of help and even more solutions once more hands are there to help, and you only have two and are allowed to seek extra pairs to aid you in this task. You are commended for your resilience and your kind heart. It may break and bleed often, and you must know that things will get better. These rough waters will calm soon enough and you will find peace.

03.

Shufflemancy: Ballerina by Yehezkel Raz

You don't need to run so fast. You have all the time in the world to make the changes that you want and need. Slow down and allow yourself to breathe. You have been much too hard on yourself and allowed everything outside of you to weigh you down. Shelf some burdens that were never yours to carry and make the choice to serve yourself for a change. Be gentle with yourself and listen to your own body and soul, and act according to that which is truly in your best interest. You are your own worst enemy when you let the beasts feed upon your negative self talk and your fixations on perceived failures.

Know that you have no more need for tips and tricks and new methods to your madness. You already have everything that you need, and no tool beyond your own consciousness is required. You could paint cathedral ceilings with just your imagination, so cease your struggle and let yourself be carried by the stream. Do not waver in your convictions, and do not let doubt lead you astray. Stick to what you know in your heart to be true and cast away every inkling of worry and fear.

You need to learn to let life happen to you rather than holding the reins so tightly you vitiate the opportunity to experience the present moment altogether. The present is all we really have, so try your best to cling neither to the past or the future. We all have regrets behind us, and wishes for the future, but it is the present moment which we truly have control over and get to experience.

Let go of any unhealthy dependencies you may have allowed to take root in your garden. Whether this is a person, a habit, or a situation, if it isn't doing you any good in the long-term, do your best to weed it out so that more energy may be received by the things you do wish to grow and nurture. If you feel unqualified to tackle some of this gardening, do not hesitate to ask for help and guidance from gentle people who will understand how delicate some situations may be. You do not need to tolerate fear mongering or unnecessary pressure, time constraints or misplaced ultimatums. Be direct with what you need and the tone and feel you wish to engage in so that you do not end up feeling cornered and threatened so much that you refuse any help at all in favour of protecting yourself from harsh criticism and judgement.

[unluckiestmember]

Arcane x innocent reader? Like someone who is a literal angel?

Of course! Coming up!

Arcane X Innocent! Reader

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn Kiramman, Vander, Silco, Ekko, Sevika, Jayce Talis and Mel Medarda.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Jayce being Jayce, Jinx being Jinx, overprotectiveness, innocence and reputations trying to be kept.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I adore innocent readers and OCs! I feel they have a way of bringing out the true nature of characters, especially with this kind of cast! Also sorry to everyone for taking so long, I unfortunately have a chaotic and no good life. XD

Jinx

“Hey, toots! How has ya day been? Did you miss me?! Of course you did! Come here, you cute little bunny!”

You are Jinx’s little bunny! She loves how innocent you are for someone who hangs out with her, and in a way, you keep her grounded. You are the sunshine in this dark unforgiving world. Usually she loves destroying things and making others lives harder to live.

But when it comes to you? She is extra careful. She never lets you go on missions or patrol unless she’s with you. You’re in her hideout? She’s doing safety precautions by forcing you to wear a welding mask or staying six feet away from her projects. And unless they are little trinkets and presents for you, you can’t exactly touch them unless she assists you with them. You are a porcelain doll in her eyes. She doesn’t want you to break or become corrupted at all. She’s you’re protector and your lover and she won’t let you forget that.

Violet "Vi"

“Do you know how cute you are? You’re adorable… Hey, don’t hide that face from me, I mean it. You’re adorable.”

Vi is known to be a hardass sometimes to people, but around you? She lets her true colors come out. She’s super affectionate physically and verbally, telling you how much she loves you and cherishes you. If anyone was to hurt you, she’s not just breaking their nose, she’s breaking their entire body. You are so precious. Maybe too precious to her.

She always rushes from work back home just to cuddle with you and ask how your day was. And don’t get her started on your bashful nature, she adores it so much since you only get that way around her. Does she wish you could stand up for yourself? Sometimes. But for the most part, she’s okay with it, especially since she can protect the both of you. To everyone else, she’s a wild card with muscle and snark. But to you and only you, she’s perfect.

Viktor

“Rodnaya. Did you fix my calculations?... Please, don’t fret- I’m not angry. I’m just wondering… What did I do to deserve you?”

Viktor thinks you are make believe. There is no way someone as sweet as you should exist. How can you be so in love with someone like him? He believes he can never give you what you want or need, but whenever you assure him he can, his spirits are lifted and his confidence gets a significant boost.

Whenever you are around, you make Viktor feel he can make all the progress in the world no matter what anyone says. You make him feel a little more comfortable in his skin, which is nice. But even better is the fact that because of you, he tries his best to exercise self love. This can come in the form of taking a few breaks from his project and treating himself whenever he makes a huge accomplishment. Viktor cherishes you so much and he hopes you know that no matter how nose deep he can be in work.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“Good afternoon, my darling. I didn’t keep you waiting, did I? Let me make it up to you… You’re too sweet, but I insist.”

Because of how innocent you are, Caitlyn sometimes compares you to an angel. She finds you to be a bit pure and needs to be protected. Though unlike Vi, her protective nature is more tamed. She’ll prefer protecting you with her words, choosing to ask questions regarding your well being. But if you are in physical danger, she has no problem jumping to your aid with her gun in hand to scare those who hurt you away.

You mean a lot to her and she’ll show you by inviting you to places or showing you the many gardens in Piltover. Of course, she’s not without having more personal evenings together at home, cuddled together and enjoying each other’s company. All in all, she loves you and she’s not afraid to tell or show you that.

Silco

“This life. One of hardship and poverty, is not one that you deserve. I promise, I’ll grant Zaun its independence. For all of us. For you.”

If Silco is the king of Zaun, you are his king/queen. It’ll take a while for you to get close to him because of the locks he usually has around his heart. But if you are able to cut them off with time and effort, Silco will treat you as if you are royalty. Expect him to show you off to those around you, whether it be you sitting on his lap or standing by his side.

That being said, do not expect him to shower you in kisses and snuggle up to your body. He has an image to hold, so the last thing he needs to hear from his men is that he’s gotten soft and mushy. Around them and under the eyes of Zaun, you are just his second half. But behind closed doors? You are more like his life. Just make sure you don’t tell anyone.

Ekko

“Damn, the light here really knows how to bring the beauty out of you. Are you sure you’re not an angel in disguise?”

You and Ekko have a pretty chill relationship. You’re his lover and he’s yours for the most part. He’s not overprotective, but he can have moments of being a helicopter boyfriend. You’re going on a mission? Take Scar with you. You want to go into Zaun to get something? Why doesn't he tag along to help? You would bring it up to him that you don’t always need someone with you, but your bashful nature makes it a little hard. So unless another firelight realizes what’s going on, be prepared to not go many places alone.

Outside of the following, Ekko is for the most part considerate of you and what you want. You can always find him asking you what you desire or need from him and even if you try not to answer, he will subtly find ways to get most of the unspeakable answers. 

Sevika

“Hey, we can… Cuddle later, okay? Right now, my crew is here and I don’t want to ruin my reputation.”

Compared to Silco, Sevika is more open in her relationship with you. She’ll tell everyone that you are her lover and in her own way be proud of it. That being said, she tries not to show a lot of PDA in hopes of protecting her reputation and mainly yourself. In her mind, if her group or anyone finds out you mean a lot to her, you can become a prime suspect in future kidnappings or blackmail. And she doesn’t want that for herself nor for you.

Outside of work, Sevika makes up for having to be a little distant with you. She’ll take you gambling with her and if you don’t prefer that, you guys can always hang out somewhere else. As long as you are content and safe is what matters. Sevika’s a good girlfriend, very protective. Just don’t expect her to be super verbal with her love, she prefers actions over words. But do be on the look out for a lot of teasing.

Vander

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself from picking you up, you’re too cute... Screw it, you’re all mine.”

Vander is a big ol’ teddy bear when it comes to loving you. He doesn't care if anyone at the bar comments on your relationship with him because he will waste no time picking you and showing you off like a trophy. He talks about you almost nonstop if he’s not talking about work or affairs occurring in Zaun.

When it comes to his affairs with Piltover, he makes sure you are nowhere near it. In his eyes, you are too precious to get in the middle of anything affiliated with them. Not to mention, he wouldn’t be the same if somehow you got hurt or worse. The kids need you and so does he, because with you in their lives, they feel like a complete family. You hold the hound down on a leash and he loves you for that.

Mel Medarda

“You know what? After I’m done with meetings at work, we’re doing whatever you want. How’s that sound?... Come on now, love. You have to speak up.”

When it comes to Mel, conversation is key. Which is why your relationship can feel like a relationship, but also like a class. She pushes you to speak for yourself in many situations, but doesn’t force it upon you. It’s not that she hates how innocent and bashful you can be, she just doesn’t want that to be used against you or for other’s personal gain. So if she can shape you up to speak for yourself just a tiny bit, that will make her content.

Regardless though, she enjoys your company, especially after stressful days working with the council. In a way, you two kind of act like a married couple, having an unspeakable bond, but a loving one nonetheless. 

Jayce Talis

“Yeah, the meeting was great!... Okay, fine, I skipped it- But can you blame me? Why would I want to rehash work when I could be here with you?”

If you were a dog owner, Jayce would be that golden retriever that gives you a run for your money, but makes you feel intense happiness. Every day is always something new with this man because he will give you a run for your money due to how hyper he is when he gets a new idea. Also he’s very loving around you, wanting to spend as much time with you as he can.

Though, he’s no Jinx. He knows that the both of you have lives and duties to fulfill. So he’ll give you space. But not for long. Just be ready to be working or relaxing when Jayce pops up out of nowhere to check up on you. If you forget your lunch, he’s going to deliver it to you. Forgot paperwork? He’s already on it, all you need to do is check for numerous errors. Everyone knows how you feel to date Jayce; It’s a wild ride, but a fun one that’s worth it.

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[thelastwalkingsoul]

Birthday post for my beloved B @stevesbipanic Eddie will never forget the day he found out Steve could sing.

He'd gone over to Steve's house to surprise him, using the key his boyfriend had given him not long after they officially started dating. Eddie had opened the door to music, loud and so very Steve. He'd walked into the kitchen to find Steve in the middle of cooking dinner, hips swaying. It wasn't an unusual sight. What caught Eddie off guard was the voice he could only describe as angelic. Something about it sounded so unlike Steve and it caused Eddie to stand still in the doorway, watching his boyfriend.

When Steve finally turned around, he jumped, face turning that pretty pink Eddie liked so much. He'd laughed awkwardly, clearly embarrassed. Eddie had simply walked over and pulled Steve in, complementing his voice between kisses. Steve later admitted that he never sang in front of anyone, too self-conscious of his voice. Eddie had stumbled across the magic of Steve's singing, meant for no one, but a gift he had all to himself.

Years later, he and Steve are happily living together in their cozy little house. Steve's a teacher at a local middle school and Eddie is riding the success Corroded Coffin has made for themselves. Their both content with where they are in life and sometimes Eddie can't believe he made it this far.

Steve is still just as gorgeous as the day Eddie fell for him. Robin constantly teases them for how grossly in love they are. And ever since Eddie found out Steve could sing he has treasured every little musical sound his boyfriend has made. Steve has a frankly adorable habit of subconsciously humming or singing whatever song Eddie's been working on recently and it makes Eddie positively melt. He tries his best to memorise the lyrics to all of Corroded Coffin's music and listens to every demo Eddie produces.

Eventually, Eddie manages to convince Steve to come and record himself singing in their at-home studio. Steve's still apprehensive about it, but Eddie promises it's for fun and drags him inside. They fuck around for hours, losing track of time as Steve sings through his favourite songs, then parts of Eddie's favourite songs, and then some of Corroded Coffin's songs. Eddie listens with a grin on his face the whole time, reassuring Steve when he needs it. Right at the end, Steve starts singing Eddie's newest work in progress. It's quiet and slightly slower than the original but it's sweet and Eddie eats it up. He sits, pretending to fiddle as he listens. It's his favourite sound in the world.

A month later, with an idea that's been brewing in his mind for several weeks, Eddie nonchalantly asks Steve how he'd feel if he could share his musical talent with the world, without anyone knowing it was him. Steve seems suspicious but answers anyway. It's all Eddie needs.

He secretly adds the small audio clips of Steve singing his newest work in progress, due to come out in the next few months. His bandmates pick it out, knowing it doesn't sound like Eddie or any of them but, despite knowing Steve well, can't pick that it's him. It's perfect and Eddie publishes the song like that. Steve's vocals are there, soft and airy in the background. Not too noticeable but loud enough that they add a little something extra to the song.

Now, Eddie knows Corroded Coffin fans are a little rabid. They're scarily observant, especially when it comes to picking hidden shit out of their songs. But Eddie didn't expect the insane reaction Steve's vocals have on the fanbase. People lose their shit. They love it. Love the tone and airy quality of it. They demand more. The best part is the mystery it creates around who it is. The fans argue over whether or not it's Eddie or the other band members. Some believe it's none of them, a secret 5th person left uncredited. Eddie stays silent on the discourse, absolutely loving the chaos it's creating amongst their fans.

Steve himself is confused. A small group of his students who he knows are fans of Corroded Coffin have been debating for days. He can't help but listen in, always interested in the little gossip he can gleam about Eddie's band. They turn to him one day as he's listening in and ask for his opinion, getting him to listen to the new song for the first time. He's sure he gasps when he hears his own goddamn voice singing back at him. It's quiet, sure, but Steve's surprised his students haven't figured out it's him yet. They seem to like it though, and while Steve's a little mad that Eddie put them in there without asking, he feels more than a little warm when he realises how much care Eddie put into including Steve in something he loved whilst making sure it wasn't too obvious. Still, though, Steve feels like he wants to simultaneously punch Eddie and kiss him till they’re both gasping for air.

Nobody can blame him if he goes home later that day and does both.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Amor Prohibido (18+ ONLY)

Aaron Hotchner x Latina!Reader

Summary: You’ve been babysitting Jack Hotchner for some time, simultaneously harboring a secret crush for your boss Aaron Hotchner. Until one fateful night, you find out your feelings are reciprocated.

WC: 3.2k words

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY // MINORS DNI), power imbalance (babysitter/boss, all consensual), p in v, oral (f receiving), some Spanish in there yeah, cursing, age gap, (reader in mid twenties), some fluff if you squint lol, aaaand lmk if anything else!

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“Now, what’s this one called?” You prompted, holding it up so Jack could see.

“Tortilla,” Jack said, pronouncing it the right way.

“Good job, Jack!” You beamed, setting the tortilla on the pan. 

You were making him ham and cheese quesadillas for dinner, which were his favorite. Over the last couple of months, you’d been teaching him a couple of words in Spanish, partially at the request of his father. Jack was right at the age where learning a new language would be much easier, and he was progressing really fast.

“Tengo hambre,” Jack pouted, getting a little impatient. 

“I know, mi cielo. Just a couple more minutes, and then we can watch a movie with dinner. How does that sound?” 

Jack nodded enthusiastically. “Can we watch Monster’s Inc?”

“Anything you want.”

That seemed to satisfy him for the time being. You quickly finished making dinner, plating the food and shuffling him out to the living room.

Jack ate as the two of you watched the movie. You laughed whenever he imitated the voices of some of the characters, and you tried pointing things out to see if he could name them in Spanish.

You glanced at your watch to see it was nearing Jack’s bedtime. Mr. Hotchner said he’d be home very, very late, so you’d be staying the night. Normally you preferred sleeping in your own bed, but you didn’t really mind staying in such a nice house.

You’d started working for Mr. Aaron Hotchner, Jack’s father, just before Christmas break was over. You were in your last semester of college and you really needed to save up some money. 

Babysitting seemed like the best choice, since you already knew what you’d be getting into. You were great with kids, and you had a bunch of younger cousins you’d always helped take care of. 

It also helped that Jack was generally an angel. Sure, he was energetic and sometimes stubborn, but he was a well-natured kid. It was easy to get along with him.

His father, on the other hand… He was a perfect gentleman — always respectful and kind — but it was hard toeing the line between professionalism and friendliness. Especially since you had a secret little crush on him. Okay, maybe not so little, but definitely a secret.

It was hard not to like him, really. He was incredibly handsome, and you could tell he was a great father. You liked seeing him interact with Jack, especially when you could see how impressed he was that his son was learning so much from you.

You liked hearing him laugh, too. He was often serious, all too wrapped up in his thoughts. You knew what his job entailed, and none of it was in any way easy. He had a lot on his plate, so you were glad you could help in some way. 

He never let you take cabs home at night, driving you whenever he could or making sure you got a ride from someone you knew. Still, he always had you text to let him know you got home safe.

Though he also didn’t mind having you stay over, but it was mostly when he was away on a case. Tonight was a rare exception. It made a small, anticipatory thrill dance up your spine.

When the movie’s credits started rolling, you cleared away Jack’s plate, taking it to the kitchen.

“Alright, Jack-Jack. Let’s go brush your teeth and a dormir,” you said, clicking the TV off.

He pouted in protest, but then he couldn’t stifle a yawn, rubbing one of his eyes tiredly.

“Can you sing for me again?” He asked, getting up from the couch and taking your hand as you led him upstairs.

“Si, mi cielo. Anything you want.”

——————

When Aaron finally got home, practically dragging his feet in exhaustion, he was greeted with the soft sound of the TV in the living room.

He dropped his keys into the bowl by the door and took off his shoes, making his way over. He was about to call your name when he saw you — curled up on the couch, sleeping deeply.

You had a blanket draped over most of your body, but one of your long legs had escaped, resting above it. Your pjs consisted of shorts and a baggy t-shirt that usually reached your mid-thigh, but was now bunched up just above your belly button. 

The night was warm, but not warm enough that you’d wanted to turn on the A/C. You hadn’t even planned on falling asleep on the couch, but there you were, breathing evenly, mouth slightly agape.

Before he could stop himself, his eyes trailed the expanse of skin that you’d left exposed. You shifted a little, letting out a small hum. Some of your hair was on your face, and he had the sudden urge to brush it away.

He let you sleep a little longer and went to check on Jack. He was in much the same state, his night light projecting green stars and crescent moons on the ceiling and walls.

Quietly, Aaron shut the door and descended the stairs once more. In the living room, he turned off the TV and sighed, reluctant to wake you up. He knew you’d sleep better in the guest room bed, though.

He tried muttering your name so as not to startle you, but you didn’t stir until he gently nudged your shoulder. You woke up with a bit of a start, brushing your hair out of your face and looking up at him. 

“Oh, Mr. Hotchner, you’re home,” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes to clear your vision. “I’m so sorry. I guess I was tired.”

“Please, no need to apologize,” he said. “I’m the one who’s sorry for startling you. Just thought I’d let you know I’m here. I checked on Jack and it’s all good.”

You smiled up at him, sleep still weighing down your eyes and cheeks flushed endearingly. He felt a flutter in his stomach at such a sight, and he cleared his throat.

Of course, he knew it was wrong to be attracted to you. He was your boss, and not to mention older than you. Also, Jack loved you, that much was clear, and Aaron knew he couldn’t possibly do anything to scare you away.

He had to be responsible. But you were just so sweet, and smart, and so effortlessly beautiful… Keeping his composure wasn’t always easy.

“Do you need anything? Something to eat, maybe?” You asked, slipping the blanket off of yourself and getting up to fold it. “I know you had a really long day today.”

“Oh no, no I’m okay. You’ve done more than enough,” he said reassuringly. “I might get myself a drink, but I wouldn’t be opposed to some company. If you’re not too tired, that is.”

“Sure!” You said, perhaps a little too enthusiastic. “That was just a power nap I was taking, actually.”

He chuckled, going over to the bar to get himself some scotch. He raised the bottle in silent question, but you shook your head. 

“Thanks, but that’ll surely put me right back to sleep.”

He nodded. “And we wouldn’t want that, of course.”

He sat down on the couch at a respectful distance and undid his tie with a sigh. His body seemed to sink a little into the cushions, as if he was weighed down by all the day’s events.

Despite everything, he was still unfairly good looking. You felt like a frumpy mess next to him, especially as a cheery Snoopy waved at him from your t-shirt.

“How was Jack today? Did he behave?” He asked, taking a sip of scotch. 

“Of course. Not one hitch,” you said proudly. “He’s a great kid.”

He let out an amused huff. “I’m sure he has no problem listening to you.”

You shrugged one shoulder, smiling coyly. “I have a way with words, I suppose.”

“I can tell,” he said. “You’ve been a blessing around here, really. I don’t know what we’d do without you around.”

You couldn’t help but blush fiercely, looking away demurely. Hearing such praise made goosebumps appear on your skin, and you rubbed your arms.

Of course, he didn’t fail to notice this, the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“Oh, are you cold?” 

“N-no, I’m fine, thank you,” you murmured quickly.

He took another sip of scotch, which was like liquid courage at that moment. He was unaware of you reciprocating his feelings, but he could tell he had a certain effect on you.

It wouldn’t hurt to find out just what the effect was, right?

He shifted in his seat in order to face you. “Do I make you nervous, then?”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard him right. “Nervous? Not-not at all, Mr. Hotchner.”

“Are you sure? You’re shaking a little.”

You tensed, trying to stop shaking altogether, even if you hadn’t noticed you were. You pulled the blanket back onto yourself.

“Okay, I guess it is a bit chilly…” you lied with an awkward chuckle. 

There was a momentary silence in which he simply looked at you, various emotions roiling inside of him. He wanted to scoot closer and grant you warmth himself, but he feared it might be entirely too inappropriate.

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, cocooning yourself.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of learning Spanish, too,” he said, suddenly changing the subject. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two, if you’re up for it.”

You smiled teasingly. “Let me guess, you want to know if Jack and I say anything about you.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “You got me there, ruined my nefarious plans.”

You giggled and leaned against the cushion, resting your temple on your fist. “Well, what do you want to learn?”

“Everything. It’s a beautiful language, really,” he said. “I could listen to you talk all day.”

You waved him off. “Oh, you flatter me…” 

“It’s true,” he said, setting down his now empty glass. “Come on, teach me something. Anything you want.”

You thought for a moment, and then you felt like being a little bold. It was an innocent enough phrase, after all.

“Eres muy guapo, señor Hotchner” you said with a grin. “It means ‘you’re very handsome’.”

“Am I now?” He teased, finally letting himself inch a little closer. “Go on, teach me more.”

You couldn’t help yourself, letting the blanket fall off your shoulders as you also scooted closer. His sudden flirtatiousness made you feel even braver, but you still felt like you needed to tread carefully.

Your knees were just about to touch, and you felt like your heart might leap out of your throat. You bit your lower lip, and his gaze was momentarily drawn there.

“Hmmm… how about ‘me gustas mucho’?” You said, your breath hitching in disbelief that you’d actually said it out loud. “I like you a lot.”

He blinked, also surprised. You were utterly sincere, and that baffled him even more. You liked him? How had he been ignorant of this for so long?

You shifted nervously, wringing your fingers, unsure of how he might respond.

“Me gustas mucho as well,” he said finally, his accent thick as he tried to say the words the same way you did. 

“También,” you corrected, smile only growing wider. 

His bravado waned for a moment, and he looked down. “Is it weird for me to admit that? I mean… Are you going to think I’m a creep?”

“Absolutely not, Mr. Hotchner. I don’t feel weird about it at all,” you said, shaking your head adamantly. “Though if you feel weird, we can just pretend this part of the conversation never happened…”

“No, I don’t, I just…. You’re sure?”

“Certain.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, seemingly relaxing some. His dark eyes glinted with wanting as he looked back up at you.

“Teach me something else, then. I feel like I’m really learning here.”

You chuckled, sliding forward until your leg was against his. You looked at him through your lashes, lowering your voice to a sultry whisper.

“Bésame,” you said, licking your lips. “Think you can guess what that one means?”

He nodded, leaning closer, until you could feel his breath on your lips. “I think I have an idea, but maybe you can show me instead.”

And so you did, closing the final gap between the two of you and planting your lips on his. The kiss was slow and tentative, and both of you kept your hands at your sides for the time being

You coaxed his mouth open with your tongue, running it along his bottom lip. He let out a breathy groan, his hand coming up to cup your face. 

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling you onto his lap. 

The kiss intensified as you straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue tangled with yours as his hands settled on your hips. When he nibbled on your lower lip, it was your turn to moan, which made his grip tighten.

It was then he seemed to remember himself, if only for a moment.

“I think we should probably go to my room. More privacy there…” he said, moving to pepper your jaw with kisses. “Only if you want. We don’t have to keep going.”

“Um, absolutely I do. I’ve still got a couple more things to teach you, after all.”

He chuckled, and you reluctantly untangled from each other so you could make your way upstairs. He let you walk ahead of him, of course, and the view he was met with was glorious. 

You shot him a playful grin over your shoulder, and he knew he was done for.

Once you were in his room, he locked the door behind him and you were back on him in the next second. He smiled against your lips, delightfully taken by surprise.

You pressed him against the wall, and his hands came down to your hips once more. You pulled away only to take your shirt off, diving forward to kiss his neck immediately after. 

He groaned once more, the vibration of the sound on your lips. You took his hands and brought them to your chest.

“Tócame,” you urged, and he didn’t need to ask for clarification.

“Your skin is so soft,” he sighed, cupping your breasts, fingers lightly teasing your nipples. “Just like I imagined.”

You shuddered at his admission. The fact that he had also wanted you all this time made the moment much sweeter, and you wanted to savor all of it. You began to hastily unbutton his shirt, attempting to slide it off his shoulders.

Then suddenly, you yelped in surprise as he bent down and picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. 

He carried you over to the bed, gently setting you down on the mattress. He began trailing open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, moving onto your clavicles. Your back arched as he reached your sternum, his hands cupping your breasts once more as he took one of your nipples in his mouth.

“How do you say ‘I want to fuck you’?” He rasped against your skin.

You mewled, burying your fingers in his hair. “How about I teach you ‘do it’ instead?”

He chuckled. “I want to get you nice and ready for me first. That sound good to you?”

You were about to respond, but instead you sucked in a breath through your teeth as his teeth grazed your nipple. His fingers pinched the other one at the same time, and you feared you might become putty in his hands.

“Y-yes, please,” you gasped. “Dame más. Please, I need more…”

“If only I’d known sooner that you wanted me this bad…” he said, half teasing.

Your grip on his hair tightened a little in retaliation. “Look who’s talking. Maybe when I teach you enough Spanish, I’ll make you beg in it.”

“Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

He kissed down your abdomen, licking at your navel as he pulled your shorts off. You lifted your hips and spread your legs, guiding his head to where you wanted him most.

His tongue traced a long stripe through your folds, and he groaned once more at the taste of you. His arms hooked around your legs, bringing you even closer. He devoured you like a starved man, eagerly lapping up your arousal.

His lips sealed over your clit, making your hips buck. You bit your fist to keep from crying out. He felt your legs shake in his grip, and he knew you had to be close.

“F-fuck… Just like that, que rico,” you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Don’t stop, I–”

But you couldn’t finish your sentence. With a few strategic flicks of his tongue, he had you come undone. A wave of pleasure washed over you, and you held onto him for dear life as he prolonged your orgasm for as long as he could.

Your chest heaved as you came down from your high, and he kissed his way back up. You tasted yourself on his lips, and he moaned as you sucked on his tongue.

He undid his slacks quickly, yanking them off of himself along with his underwear. He only pulled away to take a condom from the nightstand and smoothly roll it on. 

He eased you onto your side, his form bracketing yours from behind. You lifted your leg as you turned your head to meet his kiss, feeling him line himself up with your entrance.

“Say my name, sweetheart,” he purred, moving to kiss your neck and shoulder.

“Aaron…” you breathed as he pushed into you, holding you close to him. 

He let you adjust to the size of him, his strokes slow and shallow at first. You took one of his hands and brought it to your throat, his fingers gingerly wrapping around it. 

“Yeah? That’s what you like?” He grinned mischievously. “You keep surprising me.”

You nodded a little, mirroring his smile. “Go on, papi, give it to me. I can take it.”

And your wish was his command. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips into yours. He held you in place by the neck as his thrusts became deeper, reaching a spot that had you repeating si, si, si.

You were clenching around him already, which drove him closer to his own orgasm. Your warmth, your sounds and the feeling of you flush against him were driving him crazy. 

He’d wanted it for so long that he still couldn’t believe it was happening. He lost himself in all the sensations, his hot breath close to your ear. 

When you reached your climax once more, he came right along with you, staying buried to the hilt as your walls spasmed around him. His deep moans were like a melody you never wanted to stop hearing.

“Well,” you breathed as his arm wrapped around your waist once more. “If all our lessons are going to end like this, I’ll be the best damn tutor in the world.”

He chuckled, kissing your shoulder sweetly. “Hmm, I’m sure that can be arranged.”

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[heyimdove]

Things of Note at @neil-gaiman ‘s NJPAC talk:

1. Do you people understand that he switches into accents when he reads? Do you people know he does a perfect Michael Sheen impression? did you know it’s also hot

2. He used to cold call publishers/mags to see if they’d publish his work. He’d lie when asked what other magazines he wrote for; they’d think he was more legitimate and would, therefore, be more likely to take him on themselves. “You couldn’t get away with that now” thanks to Google. Also, back then, “we had telephones and we used them,” but today’s publishers would not easily recover if you unexpectedly called them on the phone.

3. It was a personal point of pride for Neil to write for each of the magazines he’d claimed to have written for. He said “I didn’t lie. I was chronologically challenged.”

4. Neil made a deliberate effort to not be boxed in by publishers. He’d interviewed many authors who were unhappily boxed and did everything he could to avoid it, including declining big contracts from prestigious publishers (notably after American Gods). This is why he can write what he likes now. Comics writing spoiled him in this regard, as publishers mistook the medium for a genre, and therefore didn’t care what he wrote (so he wrote all the genres he wanted to in Sandman).

5. He hates Thomas Hardy thanks to being introduced to him in school. Regarding being forced to read Tess of the D’urbervilles, he said “I wouldn’t do that to a dog”. He hopes students, who might have liked him if they found him on their own, don’t encounter his work in school and hate him for it.

6. “The evil characters (you write) don’t possess you, you try to find the little bit of you in them….the little bit of you that is gloriously evil.”

7. “I touched the magic and passed it along” this was a line from Watching from the Shadows that especially moved me.

8. Terry was increasingly upset as the bidding on Good Omens increased (eventually reaching 150,000 - can’t remember if he said $ or £). For his part, when the book finally sold, Neil put on Iggy Pop’s Success and danced.

9. Anansi Boys should be out on Prime by the end of 2024!

10. Described Sandalphon as someone you want to “hit with a large oar”. (The woman next to me, who was extremely stingy with her applause, hooted like an owl at this and clapped til the last).

11. Pronounces Amazon as “Ama-zin” and Los Angeles as “Los Angelese”. This isn’t noteworthy, but I liked it enough to write it down.

12. “Being on a beach in bare feet” was the line that led Neil to realize David Tennant would be perfect for Crowley.

13. He is pictured on the ALA’s poster holding Wind in the Willows because, as a child, “it messed up my head.” He said he is “in love” with a chapter in the middle called The Piper at the Gates of Dawn where the characters meet Pan. It’s often left out of printings, which makes him sad because it is “strange, beautiful, luminous”.

14. TOATEOTL was originally planned to go to Broadway. Then, Covid. They did a “world tour” instead. Now that it’s wrapped, talks about Broadway are happening. He says all of adaptations of his work, this is his favorite.

15. “Disney’s Aladdin plays four times a day in Hell”

16. His favorite question of the night was “WHY did you think of the Other Mother?” He was tickled by the word choice of “why”

17. Asked the library in Sussex “What have you got in the way of really good horror for four year olds?” Obviously none existed so he wrote Coraline.

18. Talked about going viral for being in a falafel, seemed to marvel at the progression of the meme’s meaning.

19. “Tumblr is its own madness”

20. “Stephen King has fabulous stories about meeting fans in toilets, including being passed a book under the stall”

21. Read “The Day the Saucers Came” which I misheard initially as Sauces. Saucers is definitely better.

22. “You want to see me doing Dickens?” I laughed inappropriately at this. I was the only one.

23. I don’t want to say what pieces he read because I want you to buy tickets to his events. But it was very nice to be read to by Neil Gaiman.

It’s very worth it to go. I flew out from San Diego for this and would do it again in a heartbeat!

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 8: Band Politics

Word Count: 961

Rating: T

Pairing: None

CW: Language

Summary: Tensions arise when one band member wants a specific band as Corroded Coffin’s opening act because of a shallow reason

@corrodedcoffinfest

Eddie opens his bedroom door and lets out a large yawn as he shuffles into the living area of the hotel suite. He can smell that coffee has already been brewed so he follows the scent to the kitchenette past the living room. 

With one hand, Eddie reaches up for a mug, and he wipes the sleep out of his eyes with the other. Once the coffee is just how he likes it, Eddie picks up the mug and goes back into the living room. He stops in front of the large windows that look out over the Los Angeles skyline.

Hotel Suite? Coffee made to perfection? Staring out at LA while wearing his favorite green bathrobe, boxers, and nothing else? Yeah, this is where Eddie always hoped the rockstar life would lead him. 

A door down the hall on the other side of the suite opens, and Jeff makes his way into the living room. Immediately, Eddie notices how tense and tired his friend looks. He and Gareth were the last two up last night, trying to figure out what band should be their opener on tour. Eddie didn’t think it’d be much of a problem, but maybe the guys had a longer night than he thought. 

“So, how’d it go?” Eddie asks, taking a seat on one of the leather couches.

By the way Jeff’s eyes harden as he walks through the living room and into the kitchen, Eddie is going to guess the answer is “not well.”

Eddie listens to the scrapes and bangs of Jeff getting himself a cup of coffee before he comes back into the room with Eddie and slumps down on the couch across from him. 

Jeff stays silent though, until Eddie raises his eyebrows at him. 

“We couldn’t agree on a band,” Jeff says.

“Jesus, weren’t you guys out here for a few hours?”

“Yeah.” Jeff huffs a humorless chuckle. “Half the goddamn night.” 

“And…no progress?” Eddie asks. 

He doesn’t want to upset his friend any more than he already seems to be, but this is an important decision.

Jeff sighs and rubs a hand over one side of his face.

“My pick is still Riled Up. Gareth is still insisting on Out of Bloom.”

“Out of Bloom?” Eddie asks, bemusement painting his face. “Really?”

Jeff leans forward and sets his coffee mug on the table. With a heavy sigh, he rests his elbows on his knees. 

“Purely because they are hot girls,” Jeff explains. “That is literally his only reasoning for it.”

“Oh, Christ,” Eddie groans, dropping his head back on the couch. 

“My sentiments exactly.” 

The men are silent for a few moments before another door in the suite opens and Gareth pads down the hall, a long yawn coming from him. When he sees Eddie and Jeff in the living room, he stops.

“What’s going on?” he asks.

“Oh, just filling Eddie in on our hours long spirited debate last night,” Jeff says, not turning to look at the drummer. 

“Of course you’d go to him,” Gareth mumbles as he starts towards the kitchen again.

Jeff and Eddie share a look of confusion.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Eddie asks.

Gareth slowly walks back into the living area, chewing a bite he took of a strawberry Poptart. Crumbs already litter the t-shirt he slept in. 

“Means that Jeff goes to the other guy in the band who’s in a relationship.”

Jeff’s brow furrows and holds his hands out in question.

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” he asks.

“You two have your girls already,” Gareth says, already getting heated. “Frank and I don’t. And if you remember, girls weren’t exactly throwing themselves at me in high school.”

“What, and they were for us?” Jeff asks.

“No,” Gareth groans, highlighting that he is the youngest and most immature in the band. “But you guys are in happy relationships! Having girls on the road with us gives us a chance to get to know them. Shit, I can’t girls in bars to even talk to me. But if we’re on the road with these girls for months, they’re gonna get to know me and maybe one will finally like me.”

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose, letting his eyes shut. 

“Gareth.” Eddie does his best to sound calm and measured. “We’re going on a tour. You’re the drummer in the band. You seriously think girls aren’t going to talk to you? Fucking Christ, Gare. They’re going to be all over you. You could have a different fan in your bed every night if you wanted!”

Gareth has the decency to look cowed as his gaze drops to the floor.

“Really?” he asks, his voice far softer than it was a minute ago. 

“Yes,” Jeff and Eddie reply at the same time. 

“Were you seriously putting getting laid higher on your priority list than our first real tour?” Eddie asks.

Gareth sighs and crosses his arms over his chest defensively. 

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad.”

Frank slips into the room behind Gareth, looking still half asleep. 

“Hey, Frank,” Jeff calls. When he stops and looks at him, Jeff continues. “How would you feel about Out of Bloom being our openers?”

Frank doesn’t miss a beat.

“Oh, they fucking sucked.”

The three other band members chuckle at his response and Jeff nods his head.

“Are we all in agreement for Riled Up then?” Jeff asks.

“Shit, they were good,” Frank says. “Plus, their bassist is hot.”

“I think she’s dating the lead singer,” Jeff says.

“Meh.” Frank shrugs and continues into the kitchen.

“See now that,” Eddie says to Gareth, pointing in the direction that Frank went, “is the correct order of priorities.”

[midnightsunnyday]

With Good Intentions (Chapter Two) ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

(Chapter One) Masterlist A03

➥pairings: MC & Everyone, MC/Everyone ➥content warnings: Not Beta Read. We Cook Our Stories Like Solomon. Fighting. Family Drama. Implied/Referenced Character Death. Alcohol. Curse Language. Reader-Insert. Gender-Neutral Pronouns. Lesson 016 Spoilers. Post-Lesson 016. ➥summary: after the events of Chapter 16, the brothers and Diavolo are forced to deal with the inevitable fallback of their actions towards MC, all while attempting to help them through their growing existential breakdown. Or... what would happen if the MC didn't "serve as a bridge" for the brothers after lesson 16? How would their relationships change? And how would the brothers navigate their emotions without the MC's help? ➥a/n: chapter two took...an exceptionally long time. 2023 was not a good year and it got me feeling down about my writing, but either way, I hope you all enjoy it. Also, this chapter is a long one (4,351 words) and from Lucifer's POV. As always, take care.

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The day of Diavolo's birth was an occasion that, when first learned, filled Lucifer with dreary contempt, the hours leading up to it hazed in an overwhelming show of Dionysian blunder that would make the Greek god himself blush from embarrassment. 

Every year, Lucifer worked himself past exhaustion, ensuring that every drape, every hors-d'œuvre, hell, every tile of the grand ballroom floor sparkled the way it should. And his brothers, who labored from wall to wall, hated him for it, relegating Lucifer as nothing more than Diavolo’s “perfect little lap dog.” But none of it mattered. Their wavering respect was one thing, hopefully mended with time, yet his reputation as the prince’s right hand was another; such bonds he couldn’t risk testing. 

Over time, Lucifer learned to find pleasure in routine, satisfied with how everything formed together through the sway of his hands, entirely in his element. And Diavolo, in trusting him to do so, spared no effort in praising him and his brothers after, drowning them in food, Demonus, and parting with many of his gifts.

Naturally, Lucifer questioned him. Nothing is given freely, the past carved into his very bones. But Diavolo had a way of breaching past suspicions, humbling Lucifer with a boastful laugh.

“In all my years of knowing you, not once have I ever seen you as just my right hand.” Diavolo’s gaze was thoughtful, bearing down from the parapet walk of the castle. Below them was the bailey, a frenzied glow of lights and fevered guests, their voices leveling into the night. His face brightened. “This party is more than just the celebration of my birth, but all the things that came together and made it worth celebrating.”

“Meaning?” Lucifer's voice was as layered as the notes of his Demonus; dry, probing, and hesitant. He’d not known the prince to be cruel, yet kindness is often obfuscated through the guise of good deeds.

Diavolo turned to him and laughed. “It means you’re like family to me, Lucifer. Why wouldn't I want you all to share in this moment?"

 Lucifer scoffed. Diavolo hadn’t much in the way of family, doubted if he even knew what the word meant, though he had a knack for flattery, he’d give him that. 

“Moreover, I see you and your brothers being here as an opportunity for greater things.” Diavolo fell silent, his eyes shut in contemplation. Lucifer stood, wondering if there was a point to all this. It was cold, his drink was nearing empty, and his brothers were doing hell knows what with the other guests. 

Finally: “Now, bear with me here,” Diavolo spoke, “for it’s a bit of a work in progress, but I’ve had some ideas regarding an exchange program, one where both humans and angels could attend.”

“An exchange program?” Lucifer could've snorted at the statement. It’s not as if he's here to enjoy the scenery.

“Correct,” Diavolo continued. "My dream is to create a world where all beings can coexist. I see no reason why we all must be separate and fearful of one another. And with the foundations of RAD in place along with the newly formed student council, I find such goals achievable, wouldn’t you agree?”

“My agreement isn’t necessary,” Lucifer said flatly. “Whatever you decide, I’ll procure it with all my ability.”

“I see.” Diavolo frowned. “I believe I may've "ruined the vibe," as they say. Another time, then.” 

The silence between them dragged on. It was no longer awkward; just downright uncomfortable. Diavolo shifted his legs, while Lucifer readied to excuse himself. He shouldn’t leave his brothers alone for too long, and by brothers, he meant Mammon.

“Understandably, you continue to question your place here,” Diavolo’s voice was small, barely audible above the chaos, “but one day I hope you come to see my realm as more than a punishment, but as your home.”

Lucifer sharpened his eyes. If Diavolo were lying, he could use nothing—no delaying tactics, no sweat on the brow, no hesitancies—against him. The prince armed himself with child-like honesty, and Lucifer wasn’t sure if he should be annoyed or relieved. 

“Family, you say?” Lucifer stared into his drink, wishing all his problems could be willed away amongst the vivid red. The guests hadn’t called him and his brothers demons but fallen, their demonic nature yet to be proved. It would be a while before he felt comfortable here, let alone taken seriously enough to be called a lord, but…

His face settled and a wry smile lined his lips. “Are you sure you’d rather not adopt a pack of rabid circus animals?”  

He supposed a little effort wouldn’t harm anything.

Diavolo’s eyes widened and suddenly Lucifer regretted everything. 

“Technically, the animals would be a tamer choice,” Diavolo said with a grin. “Less fighting during my meetings, no unauthorized tours of the castle, my possessions’ would remain untouched, and hardly any challenges toward my decisions.” His eyes glimmered at what Lucifer assumed was his growing embarrassment. “Though I find the antics of your brothers quite enthralling, your company included, of course.” 

Lucifer looked out and the city shined back. “Enthralling would be an understatement.” 

And while he hated to admit it, the Demonus was growing on him. 

And so came the restless nights, the unyielding stacks of potential applicants both regular and eldritch. Ideologies swept over chess games, the clamor for a better world, with RAD as the foundation to create it. It gave Lucifer something akin to hope, like the nights when his brothers could stand to be in one room without fighting. Diavolo began to question more within him than pledged devotion. Trust and friendship were hardly given freely, and rarely was one allowed both. Be it above Lucifer to question him on either. However…

“Did you plan for Belphegor to kill me?” 

Recent revelations were…worrisome. 

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[Lucifer]: Good morning. Did you rest well? Are you awake? 

[Lucifer]: I’ll take the read receipt as a “yes.” 

The grandfather clock that struck away from the corner of his view only confirmed what his body voiced with the ache of his joints. It was morning and Lucifer—having realized the number of tasks that needed to be done for today—felt the weight of ten thousand restless nights bearing down upon him. 

As much as he lectured his brothers about proper sleeping habits, Lucifer rarely, if ever, did the same, spending the past 24 hours mending back the thousand-year pieces of cultivated nerve the only way he knew how: with work.

Over time he learned that the voices inside one’s head tend to scurry when faced with 895 pages of Devildom zoning laws and temporary land use regulation. By then he missed breakfast, lunch, and dinner, stuck on the same page for what felt like hours, his eyes dry and stinging. Twice he caught himself from falling headfirst into his desk. It was all a horribly planned distraction, yet still, he refused sleep, finding his dreams too unkind. 

In them, he stood outside himself, the sole audience of a scene gone wrong. It was not unlike the underground tomb, though this time he cornered you in the library, his brothers and Diavolo nowhere in sight. A bad sign. 

“I met Belphegor,” you sputtered. “And I think…I think you both should speak with one another.” 

“…What did you say?” His counterpart choked on his words, face shattered with confusion. “Wait, don’t tell me…that you actually met with him? That you went to that room…and you MET Belphegor…?! 

It was then Lucifer understood; he meant to kill you in that room. 

“Please,” your steps were slow and retracted as if placating a beast to avoid its bite. “Lucifer, I just wanted—“

"Do you REALLY find it so amusing to poke your nose into our business at every opportunity?" His aura quaked around him, surging with a power threatening to tear its target limb from limb. "Do you really enjoy stirring up trouble that much? YOU…a mere HUMAN? YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT." 

Lucifer ruffled his hair with his hand, smoothing it back with quickened frustration. Barbatos erased the prior timeline, that much was certain, yet why did everything feel so much worse? It was clear he hadn’t harmed you then, so what happened afterward? More than anything, he wanted to ask--

The light of his D.D.D. blinked, and a jolt of energy hit Lucifer as he swiped at the screen to view the notification. 

[Barbatos]: Good morning. The Young Master's birthday will soon be upon us. 

Lucifer stared at the screen as if the words written were foreign. Not exactly who he expected. Furthermore, he was aware of Diavolo's approaching birthday just as he'd been inclined to know it for the past 5,000 or so years. 

[Lucifer]: Yes, good morning. Are there any more qualms concerning the plots for the commoner's booths? 

[Barbatos]: None at all. All reservations were resolved. Not likely due to your persuasive speech. 

[Lucifer]: Apparently, fear is an excellent motivator for progress. 

[Barbatos]: I’ll try to keep that in mind. 

To learn that a being with as much power as Barbatos was content with being a mere servant unnerved Lucifer. How Diavolo managed to entice him to his side was even more perplexing. He thought back to the fall. Maybe Barbatos had been just as desperate. 

[Barbatos]: Also, please excuse me for the sudden shift in tone, but I must inform you of a more serious matter. 

[Barbatos]: The Young Master shows concern for the well-being of all his exchange students. While the past night's events were unfortunate, they should hold no bearing on previously established expectations. 

[Barbatos]: Which is why I'm sure you understand that all parties occupying the House of Lamentation are expected to attend. I assume you've made your brothers and guest aware of that factoid. 

Shit. So that's what he was leading into. Truth was he hadn't. Or rather, he couldn't. His brothers he could speak with, threaten, yet the latter not so much. Not since you bound yourself to your room. Lucifer lost count of the number of times he reached for his D.D.D. only to see his messages read, yet unanswered. 

[Lucifer]: I'll have it handled. 

[Barbatos]: While that doesn't sound like positive confirmation, I have faith in your capabilities.

[Barbatos]: Very well. I must go attend to my duties. Signing off, as they say. 

[Lucifer]: As do I. Speak to you soon. 

Lucifer rose from his chair, reaching an emotional plateau where the only options were either “get coffee” or “start fire, blame Mammon.” He chose the former, saving the latter for another day. He supposed even he had limits. Not many, but few.

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They say it’s best to tackle the hardest task first. Though maybe he should’ve had his coffee beforehand.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No response. 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

“I know you’re capable of hearing me.” 

“Go away.”

Lucifer inhaled. Sharply. Then released. A part of him wanted nothing more than to view the past night’s outburst as misplaced hysterics, side effects of a post-traumatic mind brought back from the brink. But a larger part of him knew that Diavolo’s goals were absolute, unmovable as his will. If the Devildom ended tomorrow, then he simply rebuild another atop the wreckage. And if a single human life was the key to seeing his goals become reality, then the prince would press forward, by any means necessary. 

“I understand that you’re in pain, you have every right to be, yet please, this is important.” 

Still, the answer was silence. 

Demon King help me. Lucifer had ways of dealing with his brothers, a swift kick, a few threatening words, and the tug of a collar, mostly. But to stare at a door that once opened at merely his voice left him with a feeling he didn’t quite like, one that seemed more fitting of someone in a position less than him.

“You may remain trapped in your space, yet understand that at some point I will need to enter.” His voice grew softer, “Please, do not give me that choice.”  

He hadn't meant for it to sound like a threat, yet intentions never mattered, only the consequences of them. It took a moment before Lucifer heard movement beyond the door, along with the hand that hesitantly, turned the knob. 

You appeared draped in gloom, face sunken in a permanent frown. No part of you, from your hair to your clothes, looked ready to face the day ahead. It was clear you had no plans of leaving your room today. He was sure you were trying to kill him with your eyes. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You turned, trekking back into the darkness. Bitter expression aside, for the moment, Lucifer would receive it as the confirmation it was and entered, shutting the door behind him. 

“Please excuse my brashness,” Lucifer said as he looked around. If he had any discrepancies over the state of your room (and he had) he dared not state them, nor did his face show it, gracefully stepping over the minefield of personal items and trash that scattered the floor. “But you wouldn’t respond to any of my texts.”  

You plopped down onto your bed, tossing a hand in the direction of the space nearest you, another bitter confirmation. He accepted.  

“I thought you’d take the hint and leave me be,” you said. 

“I see that you still have your characteristic boldness left in you.” Lucifer smiled. “I’m glad.” 

Your lips quivered, clenching them together once you noticed him staring. He waited to hear your voice. It didn’t matter the tone. Anything was better, he thought, than this horrible stillness you both struggled through. 

Granted, he’ll admit to there being one or two… minor miscalculations on his part with you, ones in which he simply overestimated the severity of a situation. Situations in which he may or may not have attempted, according to present parties, “various acts of treason, fratricide, homicide, (and if yappy angel Chihuahuas count) animal abuse.” He hadn’t cared to fully digest his actions then, waving them away as minor setbacks. Maybe the next exchange students would be less intrusive, and his brother, while healing from his wounds, less naïve. 

Yet while demons simply shrugged at death, humans were not inclined to take acts of attempted murder lightly. So he apologized—more or less—wiping his hands of it. From then on, a tiny part of him hoped you understood, that this would be the last of your meddling in his family’s affairs. And perhaps, with time, he could learn to see in you what his brothers had, and maybe you, with him. It wasn’t the most unpleasant of outcomes. 

“What is it you want?” You finally snapped. 

Though that time was not now. 

Lucifer folded his arms. “I was concerned, is all.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“Has your time alone given you the ability to read minds?”  

“No, just the ability to read you.” You gesture toward his arms. He tightens them further. 

“Then I suppose you can guess what I came here to say, seeing as you’ve read my messages.” 

You sunk your head, snorting. “It’s about that fucking birthday party, isn’t it?” He could see it in your face, the part of you that hoped there was at least some form of rebuttal left against Diavolo’s word. “Lucifer?” You pleaded. 

“Barbatos and I spoke this morning." He felt himself falter in your gaze. "All are required to attend.”

Disgust, the last to look at him in such a way being his very brother. In those moments, he was sure that neither of you saw a man nor a demon, but the scum rotting at the bottom of the Earth.

“You know, my Lucifer was brave enough to actually confront Diavolo,” you said smirking, though there was no humor in it. “And it was in that moment I thought maybe I finally did something right, but…” 

You fell away from him, flopping heavily into the mess of sheets and pillows. “But it doesn’t matter now. You aren’t him. I don’t think you can be.” 

Something painful gripped Lucifer’s throat. Confronted? Had the events of your timeline become that dire? “You continue to implicate Diavolo in your plight, yet refuse to speak further as to why.” 

“Because it doesn’t matter anymore,” you cried. “Everything I did, what I went through is gone. And even if I told you everything, what would you do? Would you protect me? Demand I be sent home? Deem the program a failure?” You laughed, choking back a sob. “Like you’d ever admit to being wrong.”

“I can’t help you unless you speak to me.” He thought back to his rage-filled dreams. Your shaken form. He placed a hand upon your leg. “In the timeline before, tell me, what did I do?” 

You yanked back your leg, shrugging. “The same thing you always do. What you all do. What else is new?” You then buried yourself further into your sheets. “So, can you go now, please?”

He stopped himself from saying more. He'd no right to his indignation. For once he would listen and rose to leave, resting his eyes over you one last time before heading toward your bedroom door, closing it behind him. 

He was right about having his coffee first. 

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“They still haven’t come out of their room yet, huh?” Leviathan asked, entering from the hall. 

Be it against Lucifer to reprimand anyone for pointing out the obvious. “No, Leviathan, they haven’t come out of their room.” 

Like most mornings, Lucifer and his brothers gathered in the dining room. Despite the seemingly never-ending dysfunction of their lives, it was the only thing that remained consistent about them. 

Leviathan took his seat, only sparing Lucifer a half-glance from his phone. “No offense, but you kinda look...worse than usual.”  

Asmodeus frowned. “And just look at those eye bags. Honestly, Lucifer, as much as you hound us for our sleeping habits you rarely follow your own.” 

“Consequences of a late schedule. Now eat.” Lucifer sipped his coffee, the only thing at the table that was made by him. Satan had cooked today, so the chances of everyone developing food poisoning decreased. However, Satan had cooked today, so the chances of Lucifer specifically developing food poisoning increased. 

“Belphie hasn’t woken up, either,” Beelzebub noted, meekly gazing up from his plate. When no one answered, he ripped into his pancakes with painful dejection. 

“So are ya letting them stay home from RAD?” Mammon picked at his food, uninterested. 

“Belphegor has missed enough days as it is, so no,” Lucifer said. 

“Yeah, but who’s fault was that?” Surprisingly, such biting commentary hadn’t come from the usual twin. 

Lucifer raised his brow. “Pardon?” 

“Forget it,” Beelzebub mumbled. 

“As for the other, well," Lucifer rubbed his temples, "I’ve allotted a sick day.” 

“A sick day, huh? You know, it’s your fault for lettin’ em mouth off like that,” said Mammon, who had an obnoxious habit of eating while he talked. “That could’ve ended bad, real bad.” 

“Though I hate to admit it, I agree with Mammon.” Satan turned a page of his book. The Human Psyche and You, it read. “We all failed to assist them that night. Moreover, there’s clearly some bias in your disciplinary measures. Had any one of us spoken to Lord Diavolo that way, surely we’d be hanging from more than just our waists.” 

“Or locked in an attic,” Beelzebub spoke barely above a whisper, but Lucifer heard it all the same.

Lucifer glowered, his eyes gilded with magic. “Passive-aggressive remarks will get you more than just my attention, Beel. Speak fully on what it is you need to say.” 

Beelzebub slumped into his chair and turned away from the table. Belphegor’s burdens were not his own, yet he carried them all the same. “I…don’t want to argue with you, Lucifer.” 

“Then finish your food, in silence.”  

“I still say we should bust em’ out,” said Mammon, failing to grasp the point of silence. “What’s the point of them being trapped in their room ignoring everyone? Isn’t it better to, you know, talk about it?”

“Ok, sure. Let’s go with your plan,” said Leviathan, exasperated. “Let’s go kick down their door and force them out! That’ll really make them feel better.” 

“Furthermore, humans don’t just get over being killed, especially by those they trusted once,” said Satan. “Such matters are,” he rolled his shoulders, “a bit more complicated than most.” 

“Even so,” Lucifer stepped in, “Diavolo’s birthday is fast approaching. Regardless of anyone's feelings, it’s mandatory that we all attend.”

Quiet. Thick enough to hear a feather drop.

 “Are you…really going to make them go to that?” Mammon asked. 

“I am. Is that a problem?” It wasn't a question.

Mammon spat. “You seriously askin’ that after what happened?” 

“What happened lies in Belphegor’s hands and no one else. May I remind you all that Diavolo’s goal is to unite the three realms. He would do nothing to jeopardize such.”

“Glad to see you so trusting of your partner,” Satan said, twirling his fork. “I’m sure Lord Diavolo is nothing but upfront and would never hide anything from you.” 

“Enough. Finish your breakfast.” Lucifer wasn’t sure how many times he’d have to repeat himself this morning. 

Satan’s smile was tight. “You first.” 

“He’s kind of right, though,” Leviathan trugged into the conversation. “Belphie…ruined everything.” 

“Don’t say that,” Beelzebub’s voice leapt up. “I know he did something bad but…he’s still our brother.” 

“Yeah, and look how well that turned out.” 

“Levi!”

“Let me pose a question then.” Satan closed his book, smiling at Lucifer with cheeky defiance. “Why would Lord Diavolo, despite having a servant that can see multiple timelines and their events, send a mere human to solve a problem that could be easily distinguished with some simple deductive reasoning skills?”

“Satan,” Lucifer growled. “Enough.” 

“What? I’m only stating what’s obvious. This entire situation makes no sense.” 

“So you do think it’s true!” Asmodeus spoke in a jolt of validation. “That Diavolo sent them back knowing they’d be harmed.” 

“Possibly.” 

“I don’t think they should go to the party,” Beelzebub said, panic rising in his voice. “What if Diavolo tries something? What if they get hurt again?” 

“What if Belphie hurts them again?” Leviathan challenged. 

“Belphie wouldn’t do that!” 

“Diavolo wouldn’t allow it,” Lucifer reminded. 

“How can you be sure?” Beelzebub dug his nails into the table.

“He isn’t.” Satan had an annoying habit of reading Lucifer's thoughts. “Though that seems to be the nature of their relationship.” 

“Tell him no, Lucifer,” Beelzebub yelled. “They shouldn’t have to go. It’s just not right—“ 

“You all will NOT continue these discussions.” Lucifer jolted from his chair, the force toppling it over with a loud thud. “Do you not realize the severity of your diatribe? What you speak of is treason!” 

Lucifer bore his sight on all of them. Not again, he thought. I will not let this happen again. 

“I understand that you’ve grown fond of them,” Lucifer tried to soften his voice, yet it scrapped against his throat. “You worry of their safety here, yet they are a human whose stay in this realm is limited, while you are its lords. Your duties, regardless of feelings, remain bound to it. Do NOT forget yourselves.”

No one moved, yet the room still trickled with the heat of defiance. Lucifer bent over, his face reflecting against the murky black of his coffee. He really did look terrible. 

“Let’s all just calm down.” Asmodeus slowly raised his hands. “Beel, look at your plate. You haven’t even finished your 5th stack of pancakes. And Mammon, you love runny eggs. Levi…well, you haven’t eaten anything but still! And Satan worked so hard to make breakfast.” He gave Lucifer a wary smile. “Let’s just eat and prepare for the day, hm?” 

Lucifer heaved forth his breaths. Control. He needed to have control. "Eat...your god damn...breakfast." For fucks sake, let that be the end of it. To spend the last five minutes of breakfast in peace was all he asked. 

“Well, so much for a start to a peaceful morning,” Belphegor’s voice crept in. “Looks like I missed one of Lucifer’s famous lectures. Thankfully.” 

No rest for the wicked, indeed. Lucifer gritted his teeth. “You’re late.”  

“Nothing too unusual about that.” Belphegor yawned. “Man, I’m tired.” And looked around. “Why is everyone….so quiet?” 

Leviathan shoved away his food and rose from his chair. “I think…I’m going to head to class.” 

Asmodeus pointed at his plate. “Aren’t you going to have some breakfast?” 

“Nah. I’ll grab something at the cafeteria at school.” 

“Since I doubt you'll do so,” Asmodeus stood as well, “I’ll just mosey right along with you.” 

“I’ll go with you.” Satan grabbed his book and tossed it in his bag. 

“Me too,” Beelzebub said, spearing no glance at Belphegor. 

Mammon frowned, and with a defeated tone, said, “Oh. In that case, uh…maybe I’ll head off too.”

Belphegor was a stone and his brothers rushed past like ripples of water, barely fazed. Then, as if remembering Lucifer's presence, scowled at him before stomping from the room, his hurried steps pelting the wooden floor, the brief pounding of cobblestone from the entryway, then nothing. 

They were alike, him and Belphegor, and that’s what scared Lucifer most. When the youngest stood alone to confront Diavolo, beyond the burning embarrassment, Lucifer saw himself, standing before his Father. It’d been the same when he stood above the stairway, hands stained with blood, the human dead at his feet. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Not because he'd failed, but because of one singular thought: if not Belphegor, then him. 

If not Belphegor, then it very well would’ve been him.  

If not Belphegor, then it very well would’ve been him.  

A laugh, small and bitter, broke the silence of the dining room. With a mournful smile, Lucifer began to gather the soiled dining wear, having come to a very late but much-needed epiphany: 

He fucked up. 

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Beautiful

[BATIM/BATDR] Alice Angel x Female Reader

Summary: Alice has a meltdown after catching a glimpse of her reflection, and you're there to comfort her.

Word Count: 2.09k Content Warnings: Mentions of insecurity Category: Slight Angst + Heavy Fluff || Oneshot

[A/N] #1: To make up for all the angst from last week, this one has heavy fluff instead. A very small amount of angst, but it's quickly resolved.

[A/N] #2: Thank you to everyone who sent in a request! I promise I'll try to get to them as soon as I can.

Enjoy!

Soft scribbling filled the silent space in the study, forming the words on Alice’s mind and printing them below the side of her palm against a thin sheet of paper. A small huff prompted by her exhaustion slipped past her tattered lips. As she finished writing out notes for her latest experiments, her free hand lifted far enough to rub at the one eye that still remained intact, which had fallen heavy with fatigue. Over the hours following the numerous tests she had carried out, Alice had shut herself in her study, curses spilling easily below her breath with each annotation of what had gone wrong.

It seemed as of lately that none of her experiments were going right. Even as she burdened herself with the task of figuring every detail out on her own, she still couldn’t understand what was causing the fault in her studies. Her mind had wandered here and there, the spark of want in her igniting the idea of asking you for help. Each time, however, she discarded the thought immediately. The stress was already taxing enough on her, and she didn’t want to share the weight of it all with the one person she cared about so deeply.

Because of her late nights in her study, Alice hardly ever had the time to be with you. The guilt ate away at her conscience constantly, but she knew that the moment she could understand the issues halting her progress, she’d be able to finally focus on you again. Even so, when she’d come to bed long after you had fallen asleep, she couldn’t prevent the pang of sorrow she felt, knowing you had likely stayed up late to wait for her.

Unfortunately, this only led to her spending more time away from you and trying to perfect her theories in her lab. In her mind, each Butcher Gang member that she had ripped apart and dissected was one step closer to being able to return her attention solely to you the way she craved. Every pulsating heart that writhed in her frigid hand was another markup in progress, and every piercing needle that let a concoction flow through the veins of one of the poor souls that had fallen prey to the Angel aided the approaching future of once again being by your side at every moment.

Another heavy sigh left her as she let her pencil fall back to the desk. Slowly, she leaned back into the chair to stretch with a yawn.

Surely a small break wouldn’t hurt. She knew you were in the kitchen preparing dinner, so it would do her good to at least wander out to give her mind a rest from the work piling up on her desk. You brought her peace, and at that moment, that was all she needed.

Granting herself another brief glance over her notes, she ultimately tucked them into a folder and slipped it into the lowest desk drawer, then finally rose to her feet. A small smile graced her lips as she made her way around the desk and toward the door. Her eye peered over at the rows of books lining her shelves, though her motions faltered and eventually stopped altogether when she caught a glimpse of herself in a small vanity mirror she had sworn she had covered.

Frozen in place, all she could do was stare through the reflection, grimacing at the ghastly sight of her torn mouth, gouged out eye, and the large mass erupting from the side of her skull. Instantly, tears welled up in her eye as wave after wave of insecurity crashed over her. Hours seemed to have passed, and she soon found herself curled up on the sofa with her knees tucked into her chest. She couldn’t recall moving there, though it wasn’t a pressing concern in her mind.

Trembling hands lifted from clutching at her shins to cradle her face as she unwillingly wept. Soon, her palms were coated with salty tears that began to trickle down her wrists and drip against her lap. Past the sound of her heart hammering against her ribs, she managed to make out the sound of footsteps nearing the door.

You strode toward Alice’s study, intending to let her know that dinner was almost ready and to make sure she was okay. As you grew closer, however, you could hear quiet sobs behind the door, instantly prompting your nerves to spike. You quickened your pace and gently knocked on the door to gain her attention. “Alice?” You uttered shakily. “Is everything alright? May I come in?” Before she had the chance to answer, you had already reached for the handle and twisted it, a soft push letting you enter and reveal the room. You paid no mind to the mountains of paperwork resting on her desk and instead turned your attention to the whimpering woman wavering on the sofa.

Within a moment, you had sat down next to her and pulled her against your side, instantly rubbing her shoulder in a soothing manner. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” She sputtered out a few words, none of which were discernible. You shushed her and let the tips of your fingers stroke through her jet black locks, ignoring the ink that stained your hand. “It’s okay. Everything’s okay. Just breathe for me, alright?”

There was no reply, but you watched and felt as she tried her best to suck in a deep breath, only to hiccup and cough instead. She attempted again, finally managing to breathe in all the way, albeit very shakily.

Softly, you gave her words of encouragement as she steadied her ragged breathing, which finally evened out after some time. She let out a sniffle and wiped at her nose and eye, her head turning away to avert her gaze from yours. Almost hurt by the action, you let the pads of your thumb and index finger gently take hold of her chin and turn her back to face you. “Hey,” you whispered, your hand then sliding up to carefully caress her face. With each featherlike stroke of your thumb against her cheek, her tensed form seemed to ease up more.

“Did something happen? Why were you crying, love?” Another grimace painted her lips as she glanced down with a worn out sigh. “Well, I…” She paused, seemingly unable to form the words. Your free hand softly clasped hers and gave a reassuring squeeze. The motion alone helped her visibly loosen up. “I was leaving the room to go see you and take a break, but I caught my–” She hiccuped as another round of tears began to form. “I caught my reflection,” she squeaked out as she shuffled back to hide her face once more.

Heart now aching, you frowned and peeked up at the shelf carrying the small mirror. She had been doing so well with her confidence. Her self-image seemed to be steady, and she had managed to check her complexion here and there without much issue. Seeing her in that moment, however, brought the entirety of the concern you had long forgotten rushing back.

“Alice, hun, you know you’re still beautiful.” She scoffed. “It’s easy to say that when you aren’t the one who has to live with half of her face torn apart,” she sneered loudly with a sense of venom beneath each syllable, finally able to bite back her hiccups and coughs. Even as she retorted with such fury, the regret instantly made itself known in her features. She shrunk further into herself.

This wasn’t what she had wanted. Not only had she been neglecting your wants and needs over the months, but she had also begun to start petty arguments that resulted in her losing her patience with you for things that weren’t your fault. She knew they weren’t your fault, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself in the heat of the moment. “I’m sorry.” She stared down into her lap and covered her face again. “I’m so sorry, darling, I promise I’m not meaning to be so blunt with you. Things have just been horrendous lately, and seeing my reflection like that? It just… “

Her trembling body stilled when your warm hand returned to her shoulder. “I know,” you whispered. “I’m not mad. I understand why you’ve been so stressed, and I know you’re going to lash out until that stress is gone.”

You scooted closer to her and placed a small peck to her cheekbone. “I love you, hun. You don’t need to apologize, okay?” She whimpered at your words and nodded, turning her body enough to let her head fall against your shoulder. “I love you, too.”

You smiled at her and tugged her closer, your arms wrapping around her torso to let you rub soothingly at her back. With each small sniffle that slipped from her, it almost felt as though she was repeatedly moving closer, and you wondered if she kept thinking she could get as close to you as physically possible somehow. “But can I tell you something?” You questioned at length.

All she could do in response was nod. “Well, it’s actually a few things, but it’s all part of a bigger picture.” At that, she leaned back enough to stare at you in pure confusion. “Bigger picture?” She echoed. You nodded.

“It’s kind of like a list on why I think you should love who you see in the mirror.” Her face flustered and she instantly returned her face to the crook of your neck to hide it. “Oh.”

“Hm, where to start? There’s so many things I love about you.

“Your cute little nose, your small beauty mark on your cheek, the beauty of your eye, especially when it lights up when you get excited over something.

“I love the softness of your lips when you kiss me or press a kiss to my head or cheek. I love your strong jawline I can easily bury my face into if I want to get your attention. I adore your horns and halo I can toy with when we’re cuddling in bed, and your hair I can brush out, even though it stains the brush with ink sometimes.”

She scoffed and playfully shoved your shoulder, earning a laugh from you before you continued.

“I love the way your eye softens when we’re staying up late at night together to talk about whatever comes to mind, and the way your lips curl into a smile when I talk about something I’m passionate about. I love how your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when you find something gross while we’re gathering supplies, and I absolutely love your voice. It’s so comforting to hear you talk, and I always immediately crash the moment you start singing to me at night. I love everything about you, Alice.”

A moment passed, and all you could hear was soft sniffling combined with the feeling of warm tears dripping against your shoulder. The tips of her fingers dug into your shirt as she trembled almost unnoticeably. Just as you parted your lips to speak, she leaned back and wiped at her eye.

“What about…” She motioned toward that tattered features on the left side of her face. “This?”

You grinned at her and cupped both sides of her face. With a small tug, you leaned her closer to yourself and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. When the two of you pulled away, you found her staring at you expectantly. “Honestly?” You started, earning a nod.

“I think it makes you look badass.”

She snorted in surprise and chuckled, teasingly pushing you back as she ran a hand down her face. “You are such a dork,” she finally mumbled between giggles. You grinned back at her again and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. “Yeah, but I’m your dork. And you know I’m right about you being badass, too.”

Even as she rolled her eyes, she couldn’t bite back the smirk that crossed her lips. Her hands slid up from their place against her lap and grasped lightly at your hips before reaching back further to partially wrap her arms around you. “Okay, okay, darling,” she whispered before pressing another gentle kiss to your lips. As your words set in, she could feel her confidence slowly rebuild itself. It would still be a while before she could look at herself again, but she knew you’d always be there for her regardless. “You’re right.”

[radioapple-heathen]

My Top 10 📻🍎 'Multi-Chaptered' Fic Recs

(A continuation of my previous post. You can find info about my fic preferences and my top 10 'Series' fic recs here.)

1.) Somewhere down the line by kj_crwn

Complete (6/6). Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

So, just like my #1 on my series recs, this fic has Lucifer and Alastor meeting in the living world first before canon takes place while Alastor is still a human, and then reuniting in Hell as the events of canon unfold. Absolutely my fav trope. It helps that the writing is absolutely gorgeous!!! This is such a comfort fic for me, could read it a million times over. It looks like the author considered making it a series but, at the time of making this rec list, it is a standalone fic.

2.) Even As A Shadow, Even As A Dream by @winterveritas

Complete (2/2). Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: AU - Hell. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Really, anything Winter touches is absolute gold, but this fic rocked me to my core. The way this author portrays Lucifer's grief during Alastor's absence, like. I've been reading fic a long, long time. It takes quite a bit to pull tears out of me, but I sobbed while reading this. Don't let that scare you away, this author is allergic to unhappy endings, but the gut punch of emotions, oh my god. Also, for those who love when extensions of the boys come into play, Alastor's shadow and Lucifer's snake have roles as well, and that is a huge headcanon of mine so it was delightful to see it in this. Writing is flawless, prose is gorgeous, dialogue is top-notch. Just agonizingly wonderful, beginning to end.

3.) Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before The Next Angelic War by @miribalis

Complete (8/8). Rated T+. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: I, like many others, stumbled across this fic due to this beautiful fanart and god. This fic is SO INCREDIBLE. The dynamics between the boys are everything????? This is a QPR take on them, and it's beautiful? Just gorgeous in every way, from the writing to the characterizations and the non-sexual intimacy exploration. ALLLLL the love for this fic.

4.) Lucid Dreams of New Orleans by @radiaurapple

In-Progress (14/15). Rated T+. POV: Switches. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Wow. Just... It's hard to put into words the admiration I have for this author/fic. In such a popular fandom/ship, it can definitely be hard to find a unique take on said popular ship. However, this. THIS. This is one of the most original radioapple fics I've ever had the joy of reading. Beautiful imagery, STUNNING PREMISE, the emotions, the prose, THE RADIOAPPLE BOYS, everything about it is perfect.

5.) The Ruination of Lucifer by @syaunei

In-Progress (31/?). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Not sure there are words in the English language to describe how fantastic this fic is. Everything I wanna say feels lacking. This fic has some of the most beautiful writing I've ever read. And it is such a delicious character study on Alastor, the inner workings of that man's mind is just insane. The way syaunei takes such a complex character apart, strand by strand, is truly phenomenal. I mentioned in my fic preferences disclaimer that I lean more towards top!Lucifer, but lemme tell you, this is top!Alastor DONE RIGHT.

6.) Something in Me Understood by @winterveritas

Complete (8/8). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human!Alastor/Devil!Lucifer. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

This was written for radioapple week 2024, and Winter spoiled us rotten with the frequency of updates for this one. Bookstore AU but make it sexy? XD I am trying to keep my gushing to a minimal, but really, all of Winter's fics are fantastic. This one also includes some beautiful art. AND AND AND intersex!Lucifer, which again... a weakness for me.

7.) Awake, Arise by iffervescent

Complete (14/14). Rated E. POV: Switches. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

HOLY PLOT! As I mentioned in my previous post, I definitely prefer more romance vs heavy plot in my fanfics, but when a fic can balance them both as experty as this one HO BOY! It makes for truly a good time! 🙏 Fantastic fic!

8.) Passing Ships by @selphhelp, @androidwiththeparanoid

In-Progress. (7/?). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human/Great Gatsby inspo. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Please envision this gif of the man screaming "Let me tell you something! Let me tell you something!" as I ramble about this fic because its a fucking gem, and it is so so so criminally underrated. I know its niche, but I think people assume you need to know about The Great Gatsby to read/enjoy it. YOU DON'T. I'm telling you, I remember ZERO about that book, and this fic has been an absolute delight??? Yandere!Alastor??? Vox's One-Sided Psychosexual Obsession with Alastor??? Possessive Lucifer??? IT HAS IT ALL. And the writing and characterizations are superb!

9.) Strange Appetites by Gotllphi

In-Progress. (20/23). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human!Alastor/Devil!Lucifer. Notable Warnings: Extremely graphic depictions of violence.

Notes:

Ho boy. I... I DON'T KNOW WHAT SAY. *gestures vaguely*. ITS JUST GOOD? VERY GOOD?? but also, cannibalism, violence, Alastor being a golly ol' serial killer, consensual but not safe or sane bdsm, etc etc. Also plot galore!

10.) Born for Adversity by fourshadesofgreen

In-Progress. (2/3). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human!Alastor/Devil!Lucifer. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

This is a short one, but I love everything this author writes, and the ending scene of chap 2 has been living in my head rent-free since they posted it. Human!Alastor has fallen in love with the Devil and tries to summon him through his killings. Fantastic premise and writing.

❤️❤️❤️

I'll be doing one more rec list for oneshots! I'll post it in a few days. I hope you guys are enjoying the recs!

[chaifootsteps]

listening to PDJ's songs makes me sad for what the shows could have been

like stuff like Sure to Drown which is a very musical theatre-ish rock song where Husk and Charlie do a call and response with one another and the contrast between their voices forms part of the storytelling (grizzled and cynical versus sweet and optimistic). the little story bits he gives around each song grounds what the number is there for and the characters progress by the end of most of them - Husk doubles down on his nihilism in Sure to Drown, Stolas recognizes that maybe he's the problem in Look My Way (the original), Use Me Up is the perfect blend of Angel's toughness and vulnerability while he's trying to enjoy a night off, etc etc.

it could have been so easy to just start the show with an episodic format and songs introducing each character, what the thing is they need to work on to get to redemption and their dynamic with Charlie

THEN once that's established, get to the dramatic stuff and whatever the twist with Heaven and the plan failing is

instead we get an exposition dump in the first few minutes and Charlie immediately pitching her idea to Adam during a musical number where Vaggie straight up disappears from existence between frames

it's so aggravating how overstuffed all of Viv's shows are when just paring it down a little could have really helped the story shine and even the musical numbers are suffering for it now. It's frustrating too because house of asmodeus - the show's best number imo - understood this exactly.

it called out both Blitzo and Stolas, it advanced the plot and character dynamics with Stolas hiding behind the menu, and it opened and closed with M&M as a perfect contrast to what a car wreck Stol/tz is, as well as having Fizz, Verosika and Ozzie giving fun performances and deservedly ripping on the main characters. it had everything a musical number should!

but it looks like neither HH or HB will be that good again and just talking about both shows as works of art independent of all the allegations and drama surrounding Viv, I think that's a genuine shame

it got within touching distance of being great then flushed all of it down the drain

And some might say a taste of greatness is worth than none at all, but only if you're the one responsible for it. Viv, who leaned so heavily on more talented people and then threw them all away, doesn't get to have that satisfaction.

[lemonlightt]

qsmp hcs because i am so normal and not hyperfixated

(consisting of mariana, slimecicle, jaunaflipa, tilin, philza, chayanne, missa but i will add some of other streamers once i catch up on them & if i don't get flamed by the qsmp community. once qsmp expands more i may make another one of these (i will make another one of these in 2 weeks i have no thoughts but qsmphELPME!11!!1!!))

(i also have added some hcs i've seen on tumblr/twitter because they're all i can think about. btw looking for qsmp friends plsplspls i'm so lonely)

qcharlie is a demon and has absolutely no idea of it and progressively gains little demonic traits everytime he makes a deal

meanwhile qmariana is an angel and hold onto your seats guys this one is an absolute shocker! has absolutely no idea of it

everytime something awful happens to charlie (jauna dies, brutally scrambles tilin) his humansona becomes a little more unstable and he gets a little more sloshy - overtime he becomes straight up oobleck and gunks up the smp

qcharlie was raised in an environment that seemed like hell and it's responsible for the fact he doesn't really know how to be dad (his dad treated him like shit) and he's had no examples of healthy romantic relationships

qcharlie and qmariana are absolutely head over heels for eachother they're just losers and find it hard to express it adequately or meaningfully (this does not make them any less dysfunctional and annoying but they are my parental figures your honor)

qcharlie sews and knits and sewed a trans flag into each of their iconic clothing (qmariana's cape thingy, qcharlie's hearts and jauna's bows) he does the same for tilin as soon as he finds out they have the binary of none

qcharlie has been plotting qmariana's murder but qmariana is blind to it and all he cares about is hot steamy gay minecraft sex. they remind me of something but i can't put my finger on exactly what so if you can think of it tell me HJAHA

qcharlie would ADORE radiohead (specifically "nice dream" and "no surprises") (yes i am projecting, yes he is my favourite person and yes he is the only member to me i cant take it anymore)

jauna has golden highlights from her revival (think revivebur but stop thinking about revivebur)

jauna has vitiligo

jaunaflippa is allergic to dandelions but she will not hesitate to give them a blow and makes a little wish (usually about wanting her mom and dad to get along and be happy)

the jauna family get their glasses mixed up so they have to go through trial and error to find which prescription is theres (this takes 30 minutes because qcharlie and qmariana typically fight to the death over it/j)

when tilin died, jauna shared half of their bow with qquackity and keeps it tied neatly around her tail as a sentiment to her best friend but sometimes you'll catch her wearing it on one of her fingers. usually her pinkie (pinkie promise) or index finer

qcharlie and qmariana don't know how to braid in contrast to qwilbur who has spent hours experimenting with talullah to style her hair

qwilbur gives talullah a little walkman(?) thing for talullah to customise and records her cute little songs for her to listen to on the tapes when he's away from home

when qwilbur comes back from his travels, he will never ever fail to comes back with stories to tell, oneofakind gifts for talullah, songs for talullah to sing when she misses him, etc because that is simply how he loves

there is always music coming from talullah and qwilbur's home and it always brings joy to those who pass even if for just a moment

talullah has albinism

tallulah is disabled (canon examples: she has a different model to the rest of the eggs, she's clumsy and a little slow, her wings are underdeveloped) (she's basically just like me fr)

qmissa and qphilza are literally eldritch creatures. they look like the mothman fucker. they are a terrifying duo. here's a perfect example

qmissa is like 9'5 and qphilza is 5'2

qphil tells qmissa about his giant wife who is the god of death and is beautiful and qmissa doesn't believe his platonic husband could pull (spoiler alert he is proven wrong)

chayanne despises qwilbur because qmissa can play guitar better

chayanne dyes his hair pink to match techno and/or wears a little skull. techno is his hero and he is JUST like him frfr

speaking of which, when chayanne first killed a mob, qmissa helped turn it into a skull mask like his own and techno's. chayanne feels more confident wearing it and therefore never takes it off / alternatively qmissa made him a little mask from chayanne's eggshell

chayanne's favourite time of the day is when qphil tells him stories about techno

chayanne is nv like the rest of the eggs but is definitely more vocal than tilin for example (flaps his hands, exclaims excitedly, laughs a lot)

talullah and tilin are twins

tilin is part of the qquackity x qcharlie club upon finding out about the millions of failed attempts of qcharlie trying to flirt with qquackity

i dont think tilin hates qcharlie for what he did but i think they sure make his life a living hell/t

also tilin and jauna are in heaven with techno and they all bully trump. they make a circle around his cowering body and run around in circles while holding hands (this is a joke but not really)

general hcs that apply to all members/eggs:

there's few resources for clothing so the egg parents pass down their clothes to their eggs and the eggs mixnmatch it

the eggs use sign language to communicate as well as signs and doodles or use those little tablets with tts that nv people often use to communicate

extra: techno because he's my favourite character and isn't even in the smp!11!!11!1

techno is a sort of spirit and haunts his family, especially chayanne. he watches over all of the eggs. he hears all the little stories phil tells about him to his eggs. he'll hear chayanne say something he'd say and he goes YOOOOOOOOOOOOO excitedly and goes THATS MY BOY!!! uncle techno takes the eggs in when they get scrambled. when chayanne and talullah died techno gave them their lives back because it broke his heart to see them die just like that.

[woolmasterleel]

How do I even introduce him again.. Here's the man himself, Kisaki!! I am so happy to finally have an updated ref for him! His other ref is almost five years old...

Honestly working on this and Tagashei's ref just made me so happy, I gave them both slight redesigns and I'm very happy! As always, info below! o(*°▽°*)o

Dr. Kisaki Hizarou

213 cm tall (without heels)

Male

Limbo-Altered Entity (partial)

Tagashei’s husband and Alice’s father!

A famous scientist known for his breakthrough research in organ creation.

Initially a withdrawn, shy individual, Kisaki became his energetic (and somewhat scary) self overtime due to his constant exposure to deities being taken to Limbo.

At the time, he didn’t know anyone else who could understand Limbo, nor could he tell anyone. This ate away at him constantly.

When they were both human, Kisaki spent most of his time desperately trying to perfect his organ creation, so he could make a new heart for Tagashei, who was in dire need of one.

Unfortunately, Kisaki’s life was cut short just as he started making progress.

He was unruly after his passing, not taking the moment to decide which kind of deity he wanted to become, he ran into the demon realm while trying to find a way back to save Tagashei.

It is because of his urgency to get out that his biology didn’t properly adjust to his new demon form. His heart failed to properly form the chamber responsible for magic production. Kisaki didn’t care.

It is hard to pinpoint when Kisaki finally snaps and becomes his seemingly careless, laugh-at-everything attitude, but it is most likely around the time he found Tagashei’s grave.

Not knowing what to do now, he continued his work, creating a heart for Tagashei.

Feeling as though he failed him, he approached the local hospital with his work.

Years later, Kisaki and Tagashei reconnect. They work to create Alice. Kisaki’s organ creation extended beyond organs, he was able to create an entire human in a lab.

A few years later, Kisaki is approached by Mirror Kagami. He offers him a position in a lab specializing in disease creation for the purpose of fighting against them. Kisaki is immediately suspicious, but agrees to join.

He created the first sample of Rapid Corpus- a disease which is supposed to target only angels and demons, rapidly promoting bone and blood production to a fatal degree.

Kisaki then kills this sample in front of the head researchers. When they demand he create another one, he refuses. When they ask him for his notes on creating it, he smiles and says there are none. He calls them out, knowing why they wanted such a fatal disease so carelessly created.

Kisaki promptly causes the lab to explode, killing a large number of angels.

This severely throws off the balance of powers. Galvarium appears to take him to Limbo. She is confused and shocked to see Kisaki.

He explains his reasoning. Hearing Mirror’s name is enough for Galvarium to believe him.

Kisaki is released from Limbo not long after, thus being only a partial LAE.

When Kisaki returns to his family, he isolates himself from Tagashei- he knew he was being watched by Mirror’s organization, and didn’t want Tagashei being killed again because of him.

Finding out years later that Tagashei’s body mutated the Rapid Corpus disease made him extremely happy. Not only was he immune to any targeted attacks from Mirror’s organization, but now he could study Tagashei’s Mad Rabbit form, and create a mutated strain of the disease for defense purposes.

During the final arc is when Kisaki reaches his complete Limbo form, known as Alpha Decay Kisaki.

During their fight with Reflection of Mirror β, Kisaki (as Alpha Decay) and Tagashei (as Mad Rabbit) form Monarchy of Hearts.

He is part of the Court of Limbo (which consists of Galvarium, Pandora, Fate, and Medlo)!

Here's some design notes!

Kisaki's hair usually looks like normal hair, but he sometimes appears to have molecule structures floating around. How he does this, no one knows.

Kisaki purposefully wears the loudest shoes possible- it lets people know he's approaching, giving them a head start if they need to leave.

His wedding ring was made by Tagashei!

He does have the emblem visible on Alpha Decay with him prior to reaching that state, but keeps it in his pocket.

His blood is really bright green, he probably modified it to be that colour.

His eyes flicker like radiation caught on camera, that sort of fuzzy texture.

You will never see him without his coat.

He has four black earrings- two on each ear.

He needs his glasses to see well, he can manage without them but he prefers wearing them.

I'm attaching Alpha Decay here too because again I'll take any chance to show him off...

And of course I have him and Tagashei together! I worked on their refs on the same canvas so they're actually to scale with each other (✿◕‿◕✿)

They'll kick your ass