#but this is stuff more people should hear

[chocodaniii]

᱖˙｡ꔫLUCIFER HEADCANONS

᱖˙｡ꔫlucifer x implied girly! reader

᱖˙｡ꔫtw: fluff!!

᱖˙｡ꔫ no matter what you can count on being spoiled like it's the last day in devildom because lucifer gets you so much stuff because it reminds him of you and he's like "they will love this" in his head of course because he can't have other demons hearing that especially his brothers.

᱖˙｡ꔫ he lets you preen his wings!! and that's reserved for special people only so you are special but please be gentle!! he's really sensitive especially where his wings meet his back!

᱖˙｡ꔫ he will make you the best food you've ever had your life whether it be devildom food or human food your golden like he's good-

᱖˙｡ꔫ since he has Cerberus he lets you feed him and pet him (under his supervision of course) but he wouldn't mind getting a dog with you from the human world at first he'll treat it like cerberus but then slowly treats it like a human dog should be treat WHICH IS NICLEY!!!

᱖˙｡ꔫ he hates make up. he thinks you look so pretty with out it because he thinks your so pretty n beautiful😊 but he will buy you more because he's just like that

᱖˙｡ꔫ he loves when you sit in his lap while he works it's one of the best things ever to him because it shows him that you'll be there when he needs you most. you also have tickle fights sometimes while he works:)

᱖˙｡ꔫ this man is a 10/10 so please treat him like one all the stress from diavolo and life gets to him so please be there for him:)

-CHOCODANIII (2024 november 12th)

[kinardsevan]

I was totally genuine because I would love your stuff on 911 proper! They're dropping the ball with everything atm, which is so damn frustrating, considering the setup they gave themselves this spring.

Much love! 🤗

Glad for the clarification! ❤️❤️

I can totally understand your feelings. Mine aren’t far off. I waffle back and forth basically by the hour over whether this is all a tee-up and there’s real intention behind it, or whether they truly did give up the best thing that they’ve had in years.

One of my biggest struggles on it all and how it doesn’t make sense, is the active effort to include Tommy/Lou in the social media posts and ABCs use of him in ads as well. I understand that the networks opinion isn’t the end-all, be-all. But I just can’t coalesce all that’s been fed to us to this point, both from a story standpoint, and from the use of Lou/Tommy in the grander scheme at large. It doesn’t make any sense in the narrative, regardless of the ideals that some people have about him being a plot point or “entry level relationship”. One of the quotes I think back on is when Oliver said he wanted to see these two go through the struggles do in their first year of a relationship. That quote alone was one of the things (along with the intentional use of “Evan”) that said to me “people want this to be a short story, but these factors point to Tommy being around long-term”. It goes to the issue that Tommy does not see Evan as “Buck”, when we have already extrapolated that Buck is a mask. We’ve known that since season 3 when he told Bobby that putting on his uniform makes him feel like he can do anything, and “Buck” was a name he took on FOR work. It’s a dignification that creates separation for him from others. By relation, Evan can be as stripped bare and honest as he wants. This is why the use of his first name has always been important. Maddie can see him stripped down and bare, metaphorically speaking, because she knows his trauma. She’s his sister so she gets Evan rights. Eddie used his first name once with the will. In the same context as being stripped down, this was important because he wasn’t communicating with Buck from the standpoint of coworkers, but as a close friend telling him that he had made a decision about the safety and care of his child, should something happen to him. I can’t remember if we’ve ever seen Bobby use his first name, but this has always felt less important because of the father/son narrative.

We’ve seen Chimney throw around “Evan” in weird contexts, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing, so much as they have a unique relationship due to being coworkers, friends, and brothers simultaneously. I think that’s why anytime we hear him say “Evan”, it’s a bit of a play on fucking with him.

So when we cycle back to Tommy, who had only EVER called him Evan, using the name Buck is him forcing himself to create a separation. We also as a fanbase hear that and go “no, that’s wrong, it doesn’t sound right”.

At the end of the day, I cannot reason a fact to build all of this into a narrative (and I do mean ALL of it), include Lou in social media posts, have him be involved in interviews about the show… all to set it on fire 13 episodes after he returns. You’d have to have a damn good reason for doing so, like an actor wanting to leave or being so problematic that they need them gone. Now, a certain group would like for us to believe this, but we don’t have any actual proof of ANY of this narrative. That all said, we have to revert back to what we know and what we’ve been told. Which is confusing.

So. I’ve rambled again. And repeated myself in some contexts 😂 but I think I made my point? (If not I’ll obviously come up with more shit later 😂😂)

[siryouarebeingmocked]

I have been on tumblr for that long, and back then, one common MRA argument was that boys were less likely to graduate high school and college, and got better grades, because of systemic educational changes designed to prioritize girls.

Criticizing to someone else in the chain to save dash space.

sharticle >These men will encounter misandrist rhetoric over the course of their youth, either rehashed and compiled by conservative mouthpieces or stumbled across in the wild, which seems to say that they are responsible for the ills of women around them and they are the oppressor class.

Interesting how you don't actually say who's actually saying this stuff, but you do mention conservatives who compile it.

I also like "seems to say", when, um, that's the explicit message of many people.

Including the claim that men are all collectively responsible for any evil any man does to any women (which must, of course, be motivated by sexism).

By the way, ever heard of MRAs? Who actually tend to lean left-wing and think feminism isn't doing enough to support gender equality?

Of course women don't turn right-wing en-masse on account of discrimination; they wouldn't turn to the side of their antagonists.

I've seen plenty of left-wing folks try to tell women to get in line and treat them horrible because those women didn't blindly support feminism.

I've also seen loads of left-wingers pretend or convince themselves right-wing women don't exist, or are just doing what men want.

Especially when it comes to abortion.

Ironically, they were both pretty misogynist, and "erasing women's voices".

Similarly young men turn to the right because they feel antagonized by the left—framed for a patriarchy they didn't install.

And yet are constantly told they're responsible for.

If you say "every single society run by men is automatically sexist and oppresses women," you're saying men are so universally sexist as makes no difference from every single one being sexist.

What remains except to embrace reality as it is, and abuse the system for their benefit? Clearly women don't care about them (as they will often hear voices from the left say, 'Haven't women been nice enough to men already/women don't owe men anything') and with the understanding that women are remorseless about them, why should they feel any remorse for women?

Oh, good, you finally used active voice about the left.

The right wing will use your hate against you. The right wing will use your hate to turn men across the world against you. Mind what you post.

And then you immediately blame this on the right-wing more than the left again.

How about not being dicks to men because sexism is inherently wrong, and it's not what people should be doing if they support gender equality and oppose sexism?

I couldn't have said it better myself.

[admirationandromantics]

Old story of mine, but I deleted my last Tumblr account, so here it is again!! This is a collage au!

Here we go again

The party hadn’t started yet. The only ones in the house so far were me, Jesse, and Dina. Dina hadn’t even begun to get ready, only stressing about where the bowls should stand, and what ornaments to put under the sink so that they wouldn't break. She was the host after all.

“Just go and get ready,” I urge her, searching for bowls in her cabinets to put the food in. Drinks were already in the fridge, and people with common sense would also be bringing their own. I had labelled my flask of white wine with my name, just in case someone decided to steal some.

“Fine! Just put the vases in the lower cabinets in the kitchen, please” she asks, before hurrying to the bathroom to apply her makeup.

Soon, people began arriving, and we started playing drinking games, pointing at the one who`ve had the most sex, the one with the most exes, and on and on. In the middle of the game, the door opened again. Dina ran there, and we kept sitting in the living room. That’s when I heard the voice. Her voice. A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I pressed my lips together. If I knew she would come here, I would probably fake being sick, or lie about a college assignment. In the middle of my slightly panicked state a new question comes;

“Who is the worst at managing alcohol?”. Everyone raises their fingers at me.

“The hell do you mean? Several of you can handle less than me”.

“Maybe, but you only get drunk on wine, and when you first do drink, you never stop. I`ve seen you being hungover for days” Jesse chuckles, and the others also start laughing.

“It’s true honey”. I look up to find Ellie leaning against the doorframe to the living room, looking down at me. I roll my eyes, and scoff.

“Fine, I'll show you guys that I’m not just some fancy person who enjoys only drinking things that actually taste good” I firmly state, as I pick up two filled shot glasses, and down them both in fast manoeuvre. Everybody cheers, and I can hear Jesse say something about the other part he said, but I don’t listen. Ellie lifts her eyebrows surprisingly as she watches me, and opens her mouth slightly. She soon sits down, joining the circle. I was already drunk, and this was not going to make it better.

Ellie was, simply put, a bitch the first time we met. She was super cocky and couldn’t stop talking about how good friends she and Dina were. Every time she was around me, she eyed me up and down, like she felt threatened by me. She even made a number of walking harshly into my shoulder several times, not even apologising after. This was the first year of college, and I had just gotten to know Dina as a roommate. Before she introduced us, she was completely sure we would get along well. Spoiler, we didn’t. After putting up with her behaviour for about two weeks, I exploded. Called her a bunch of names and shouted at her for being such a rude person (I may have been a little drunk too). I realised after that I may have gone over the line and waited outside her biology class to apologise. I had a shitty week, and I guess I took it out on her. She eyed me once more and swore she would make my life hell. She did. Making fun of me publicly, tripping me in the hallways and always tried to prove everything I said wrong. It was exhausting, and I started avoiding her at all costs.

 ***

We played through several games, and soon everybody was either laughing uncontrollably or laying on the ground talking about deep, philosophic stuff (As everybody does when they're drunk). Dina and I were discussing Buddhism, while sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“I just think that it makes so much sense that they refer to his awakening as a type of rebirth” I point out.

“That’s wrong, many people don’t see it like that.” I could feel her presence behind me before she started talking. I breathed in deeply, before letting it out again and turned around. Her body sat tense on the sofa, leaned a bit forward while her elbows rested on her knees.

“The scripts are badly translated, and it could be anything that we don’t yet understand”.

I smile and use a sarcastic tone while agreeing with her. “Of course, you`re totally right”

“Are you saying I am wrong?”

“Exactly what I didn’t say”.

“Fine”

“Yeah fine”

I struggle to hold my laugh, as I can sense how stiff she is. I hold my breath for too long and snort, looking away from her immediately. She gets up from her chair and her voice lowers.

“What was that?”

“Nothing” I calmly state, a smirk lurking as I lift the glass to my lips. She notices, and huffs. I`m loving this, and feeling as if I've taken some of my power back.

After a few hours I had to go to the bathroom. My body is swaying, and I understand that tomorrow is going to be horrible. Jesse is always right. I try to take my mind off it as I’m washing my hands and staring into the mirror. Suddenly, the door opens, and Ellie is standing there, her hand blocking the way out.

“What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep a stern tone, but ultimately failing.

“Do you think you would get away that easy, trying to one-up me?”

I freeze. Shit, I thought she would get over that since I got my win for the first time in a while. My voice fails me, and instead of commenting back, I stand there, mouth agape.

“What’s wrong? Lost your voice honey? But you were so open-mouthed a while ago”. She slowly walks forward, closing the door and locking it behind her. Her body is towering over mine, closing in on me till I feel her hot breath on my face. Alcohol and smoke. I back up as she puts her leg between mine and her hands against the wall. I blush.

“How drunk are you?” I ask, wondering if this is the best time for this.

“Not enough, you?”

“I'm fine,”

She starts pulling off her shirt, and I do the same. She’s flexing her arms, and I can’t help but admire her muscles. How her veins run down her arms and end by her long, slim fingers. Her hair is up halfway, but some strands are falling in her face. I meet her green eyes and decide this will be the last time. The last time we’ll do this.

“I bet you have missed me,” she smirks.

“I don’t care about you, and this will be the last time we do this” I state, already feeling hot for her. I may have said that the last time too, but this time I meant it.

“Keep telling yourself that honey”

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire — human blood bank

s2, part 5

master list here

accepting ideas and requests

adult content featured. read at your own discretion

“uno!” you yelled, jumping up from your spot on the ground, cheering. “that’s three in a row, boys!”

sunoo, sunghoon, and jake all threw their cards on the table.

“you got lucky, again, sweetie.” jake mumbled.

“don’t be a bunch of sore losers!” you gloated, clapping your hands together.

“holding onto your pick 4, wildcards, and reverse cards is a nasty move!”

“you say nasty, i say delicious!” you smiled. “don’t be sad sunoo!” you pouted back mockingly to the boy.

“did you learn that from ni-ki? he’s always doing that too.” jake asked, sipping on his soda, then of course biting his straw.

you shook your head, your heart dropping slightly at his name. you’ve been trying to avoid the youngest all if possible since 2 days ago when he caught you snooping.

he also got on you (and jay) for being in his room.

“why was this thrown in my room? i know i had it tucked away.” ni-ki had asked you, holding up the gold wrapper.

your cheeks felt hot. “oh, um, i was hiding from jay and—,”

ni-ki groaned, “at least tell me, it didn’t happen in my bedroom.”

“ew of course not!”

“i’ve told you, and the guys that my room is my room. stay out of it!”

“no, ni-ki didn’t teach me his tricks.” you replied.

“more like cheating methods.” sunghoon scoffed.

“more like genius methods.” ni-ki said walking into the living room where you four sat. “i have a few tricks i can teach you.” ni-ki smiled at you with a wink.

your smiled faded. although you were trying to avoid him, he had no plans on avoiding you. he wanted to keep a close eye on you at all times when possible.

“i should go see if jay wants help with dinner.” you quickly stood up once again, all of the guys eyes following you.

“you know jay doesn’t like when people are in his kitchen when he’s cooking.”

“jay always likes to have my help.” you closed your eyes with a huff, crossing your arms, turning your nose up.

“no i don’t!” jay yelled from the kitchen.

your arms untucked themselves falling to your sides, eyes open. “traitor!” you yelled. you heard jay chuckle from the kitchen. a pout now on your face. “fine, i’ll be in my lair. leave me be.” you stated, walking up the steps to the library.

quietly behind you, ni-ki followed you up the stairs, cornering you on the doorway of the library.

“eep!” you squealed. “i hate that i can’t hear your footsteps!”

ni-ki smiled. “avoiding me, sweetheart?”

“what? of course not!” you swallowed the lie.

ni-ki saw right through you. “don’t lie. you’re not good at it.”

you sighed, “ni-ki, i haven’t nor will i tell anyone about that night, okay? i promise.”

“are you scared of me?”

you shrugged. “just a little.”

“you don’t have to fear me, okay?”

“you literally threatened me.”

ni-ki chuckled. “i threaten many people. do you think jay would let me hurt you?”

you shook your head. “no, but—,”

“but what?” ni-ki moved his arm so he was no longer caging you against the doorway.

“ni-ki, it seems you’ve changed since feeding on human blood.” you whispered. “like extra powerful scary type stuff. even sunoo can feel it.”

“sunoo is sensitive, that’s why.” ni-ki replied. “no need to worry about me. i can handle myself. i am a big boy.”

“if you’re such a big boy, then why don’t you tell jay?” you challenged.

“because jay can be a jackass and wants to be in control of everyone and everything. i’d rather keep my head.” ni-ki scoffed. “anyway, continue your promise and you don’t need to worry about or fear me.”

he walked off back down the stairs, leaving you to your library alone.

your heart was beating fast from the interaction, you having to calm yourself down from an anxiety attack.

don’t fear him? is he crazy? you can’t help but fear ni-ki!

walking into the library, you grazed the spines of the old books that were left for dust. jay says they don’t have meaning, but of course your snoopy self found that they actually do. jay was trying to make you bored so you wouldn’t pick them.

one by one you skimmed spines, none really giving you the answers you were looking for.

a deep breath sounded from the doorway, and you turned around seeing sunghoon standing there with a grin. “sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“you didn’t.” you smiled. “what’s up?”

“can i feed?” he asked shyly. “i—i tried to ignore the cravings downstairs, but it’s been a little while.”

you smiled sweetly to him. “of course hoonie.”

“i’m not interrupting your time alone am i?”

“you are, but it’s fine. i can’t find a book anyways.” you skipped towards him, jumping into his arms.

sunghoon caught you with no issue. your legs wrapped around his waist as your nose touched his.

“now, are you just wanting to feed or do more?” you teased.

“mhm, definitely more.” sunghoon kissed your lips once, walking you to his bedroom. “you’re not still sore from jay, are you?”

“not much.” you mumbled.

“can you handle me?”

you nodded. “of course i can handle you!”

“did jay feed off you too?”

“nope, just, um—punishment.”

sunghoon chuckled, “sweet girl, when will you learn?”

“never!” you laughed, kissing sunghoon as he walked you to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

“no need for locks. they should be able to hear, if not, they’ll have a free show.” he mumbled against your lips then kissing you back with more force.

your lips easily matched each others pace, your hand gripping the back of sunghoon’s neck.

sunghoon’s lips left yours to leave small pecks on your cheek down your neck, before he laid you softly against his bed.

“how do you want this?” he asked, unbuttoning his dress shirt, and untucking it from his pants. he then began unbuckling his belt.

you grinned shyly, “mhm, in between soft and hard?”

sunghoon nodded, his belt undone, pants unzipped. he leaned over you, resting his forehead against yours. “you got it.” he kissed you once more, taking off his belt completely.

sunghoon reached under your oversized shirt to undress you from your small pajama shorts, pulling them and your underwear from your legs.

he signaled for you to sit up, and once you did, he pulled the shirt over your head, revealing you had nothing on underneath.

sunghoon immediately went to knead your breasts, his thumbs tracing over each hardened nipple of yours.

“so sensitive to my touch.”

sunghoon leaned back down, to kiss you with passion, to show how grateful he was to have you in his life. you kissed back with equal passion, your tongue asking for entrance into his mouth by licking his bottom lip, your teeth nipping and tugging.

chuckling into the kiss, sunghoon leaned you down on your back, him following suit to hover over you, as he worked to kick of his pants and boxers with ease.

his mouth reluctantly broke the kiss, but immediately found home and wrapped around one of your nipples, his tongue swirling, while his ring and middle finger found its way down south, immediately protruding your wet cunt.

sunghoon popped your nipple out of his mouth for a quick second to say, “always so ready for me, for us,” before he went back to sucking and licking at your needing breast and nipples.

your thighs rested comfortably on either side of his body, as he rested in between, comfortable himself.

“i could really just lay here all day and suck your titties and play with this pretty pussy of yours, honey.”

“mhm.” you moaned, your body reacting positively to his words. your cunt fluttered, your stomach tightening with his fingers digging deeper and reaching better spots within you.

“already so close baby?” sunghoon teased with your nipple in his mouth.

you nodded, “can’t help it.” you mumbled with a sigh. “feels so good hoonie. fingers filling me up good.”

sunghoon had long fingers which reached spots where it really got you closer to the edge as quick as possible.

sunghoon moved and curved his two fingers a certain way and you started seeing stars. “shit! sunghoon—there!”

your hand went to grab at his hair, and tightened on his locks.

sunghoon didn’t remove his fingers, but removed his lips to kiss you deeply and sloppily as you came. you moaned into his mouth, his tongue finding yours for an open mouth kiss.

sunghoon sucked on your bottom lip, biting just a bit, before he quickly leaned down, his nose rubbing against your inner thigh, as his fingers were still buried in you. his fangs extended and he gripped onto your flesh, another moan of pleasure leaving your mouth from his feeding.

you couldn’t help but close your thighs at the overstimulation and pleasure of his tongue. your left leg went over his shoulder, as he held onto the right which he was feeding from.

you were sure that was jakes favorite thigh, but you were so lost in pleasure you couldn’t think straight.

sunghoon finished his feeding, licking your wound and the extra blood around it.

his nose and breath slowly traced your skin, causing goosebumps up your stomach, chest, your neck, up to your lips for a sweet peck.

“ready for my cock now?”

you nodded lazily. “of course.” you quietly sighed out, opening your legs to the best of your ability.

“hands and knees baby.”

you rolled over, your head into the bed, your chest also pressed against the bed. only your ass was up, the way sunghoon liked it.

“just beautiful.”

he slapped your ass twice, before tracing your wet folds with his tip, teasing you before he slowly moves into you.

you bit your lower lip with a low groan, sunghoon sighing with pleasure. only sounds leaving his mouth were sighs, groans, and low mumbling of incoherent thoughts.

“fucking this pussy so good, baby.”

“you’ll never be able to leave us.”

of course you would never be able to leave them. last time you tried that, all of them were not happy. and jay went through extreme measures to keep you.

sunghoon pumped his cock into you a few times, before his own breathing picked up and his thrusts became sloppy.

this time you teased, “already coming sunghoon? so soon?”

your neck craned to the side to look at sunghoon over your shoulder. his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he pumped in and out of you.

he gripped your ass using a hand, his nails digging into your skin. “no teasing baby.”

he leaned down, his chest to your back, as he pumped sloppily, slowly, and deep before your forehead rested back against the bed.

you came for the second time, leaking down your thighs and all over sunghoon’s cock and stomach. his own come filling you up, some leaking out of you.

sunghoon slowed down his thrusts, making sure you didn’t waste a drop of him. if only he could reproduce. he would love to see your belly full from his baby he put in you. one you both made together.

sometimes he got a little depressed knowing he couldn’t have kids. well, unless he got another vampire pregnant. that was the only way he could have children. any of them.

sunghoon slowly pulled out completely, your body falling on the bed, exhausted.

sunghoon soothingly rubbed your ass cheeks, and your back, giving you pecks along your backside.

“don’t go to sleep baby, jay is going to want you to eat.”

you nodded before dozing off.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“don’t have your shadow today?” sunwoo tested ni-ki.

“off. limits.” ni-ki gritted out.

“we’ll see about that.” sunwoo laughed.

ni-ki followed him into the forest, seeing eunchae with the others.

“eunchae?” ni-ki asked surprised. he thought he wouldn’t see her for a while with sakura worried about her and their safety.

eunchae blankly stared. ni-ki waved his hand in front of her face, she still unmoving.

“what the—?”

“she’s under my spell.” sunwoo smirked sitting down beside her.

ni-ki clenched his fists. “impossible. those girls basically are immune to any supernatural creatures powers”

sunwoo clasped his hands. “key word you’re missing is, was immune.” he smiled.

ni-ki looked from sunwoo to eunchae back to the boy he wanted to punch.

“it was hard, but having my boys get into their home replacing that tea with fake-regular tea bags was easy for them. as the tea exited her system, she became my doll.” sunwoo smirked.

ni-ki had a bad feeling. “why do that to eunchae?”

“why so upset, ni-ki? she helps you find your food.”

“it’s not worth it if it’s jeopardizing her life.”

sunwoo got up from his spot, walking towards ni-ki, “don’t worry, i will make sure she’s safe.”

“and the other girls?”

sunwoo waved off. “haven’t really decided what i wanted to do with them yet. might use them for my own gain. might leave them alone. might kill them.” he shrugged. “who knows”

ni-ki stood frozen. for the first time he was thinking deeply he may of really fucked up this time and mixed in with the wrong people.

he thought this was all about just feeding on humans and finding their vampire powers that were different and not liked by the usual vampire community.

but this seemed to be more. something more sinister. but ni-ki couldn’t say anything yet. just not yet.

ni-ki gave sunwoo a fake smile, “where’s my dinner?”

sunwoo laughed then clapped, a young girl standing up to walk to ni-ki.

“dinner awaits, my boy.”

ni-ki nodded, and just as he went to feed, sunwoo held up his hand for one more comment.

“by the way, she’s a runaway. been living on the streets for years. no one will miss her if you know, you lose control.” sunwoo winked.

ni-ki ignored the chills that ran through his body, and when he sunk his teeth into the girl, she felt and tasted so sweet, heavenly, enticing.

ni-ki’s eyes turned red, his brain going numb and dark.

ni-ki latched tighter, ignoring the girl’s screams. the screaming soon turning to quietness. soon her body going limp.

[ashtxeman]

do you have any wilbur hcs,,,,,,,

of course i do 😇 and honestly if some of these sound familiar to you they are influenced by rp's we've done - He has a mullet. Pre-portal he wanted one but didn't have the time to grow one, so at least having his mind rearranged gave him at least one thing he wanted. - Pre-portal he had a motorcycle and used to drive to work on it, also went on late-night drives on it (usually John would tag along). - Pure black blood but his insides are actually green, but do change colour to a black or red sometimes cause he's an anatomical mess. - ^ Adding to this and something I mentioned in a post before, if you shoot him or give him a wound etc, you'll probably see tentacles. It's a defense mechanism but also helps him heal faster. - Ate red apples pre-portal, then switched to green in post. - Usually has painted nails, either all black or the colours of the Lords. If he's feeling extra wacky he'll do black on one hand and Lord colours on the other. - 0 fashion sense just does whatever the fuck he wants. Wears denim because it's cool and he likes the texture. More on the stupid side but the denim he wears is immune to chafing and also waterproof so it gives him no extra weaknesses (I watched The Denim Warrior recently, can you tell?) - His basic abilities are teleportation and hallucinations but he obviously has better abilities like possession (doesn't take too much energy but it's more of a last resort because he doesn't like being in other people's bodies). His better abilities take up a fuck ton of energy so he rarely uses them (you'll see them most in his fights with Holloway), the most notable ones are summoning tentacles and shapeshifting. - ^ If he had direct aid from Wiggly, he would be able to summon tentacles from within someone. Very painful. - ^ Expansion on shapeshifting. He can't change into like animals and stuff, he's not that good, but think the Other Mother from Coraline. Weird limb stuff. - Probably loves pain more than he should. - Absolutely hates losing, his euphoria seeing John constantly fail at anything he does is immeasurable. - Upon entering the portal, he was subjected to all of his deaths + mental breaks across every timeline. Really fucked him up. - ^ Opposite to this he has watched all of John's deaths + mental breaks and he loves that. - Since the Black and White is so empty, he tends to hallucinate often being stuck with his own thoughts. He'll see figures in the distance of people he knows, or even himself, or he'll hear voices. If he has thoughts he doesn't like, he'll do anything to make them stop, but after a while the Lords tend to get wise to it and put in a counter-measure to prevent him from doing anything. - Jealous freak who absolutely wants John dead and hates his guts but also wants to kill anybody who dares to get romantically involved with him. - He has a Nightmare Time of his own. Only Holloway has seen it. - He resents humanity and everything it is, and by extension hates anything human about himself (I think I expanded on this on the confessions blog but honestly I should do more) - Has a forked tongue. - Wears cunty eyeliner. - Smells like rotting flesh and burnt out candles.

[corvidae-quills]

yeah that's not true even if they don't touch it in religion class (unlikely but not impossible so maybe that did happen with your mom) Catholic schools are usually connected to a parish and the school takes the kids to mass on holy days (and sometimes more frequently, at mine it was once a month on first fridays) where they will hear one Old Testament reading, one psalm, and two New Testament readings (epistle and gospels), if they are paying attention (not something the school can control). They should also be going every Sunday but that's not something the school can control either, that's on the parents.

Anyway a lot of this is the same thing that fuels those "we didn't learn about this in history class/they hid this from you in school!" posts (we did and they didn't you just weren't paying attention) and the fact that like other schools, all the other classes in Catholic schools are tailored to prepare you for standardized testing rather than actual understanding of the material. There's no standardized testing for religion class, obviously, but the teachers who teach it are trained to teach for standardized testing so I think they get kind of lost without that goal. Also a lot of the parents who send their kids to Catholic schools do really care about the standardized testing/their kids being prepared for a good high school/college, so religion class, which has no affect on that, falls by the wayside.

I went to Catholic school for 9 1/2 years and the actual reason I walked away knowing next to nothing was because religion class was basically just "Bible story hour" (with a liiiiiight smattering of Church history/a tiny bit of stuff from the Catechism) that plateaued in complexity at around fifth grade. We didn't actually learn any theology or even that there are logical arguments for the existence of God.

So yeah there are problems with Catholic schools but that ain't it. And I've seen enough of those "I went to Catholic school and-" statements to know that 99% of the time those are bc people didn't pay attention.

"well i went to Catholic school and -" means you are about to hear the worst take on Christianity of your life

[shepscapades]

Why does Ren have 4 ears? Are they all real or is one set fake?

Hehe I’ve gotten this question a lot actually! They’re all real— I like to think hybridization isn’t always a clean balance of traits, so Ren just unfortunately ended up with two sets of ears— his Dog ears being much more receptive to sound, naturally— and sometimes when the extra intake of sound is too overwhelming, I imagine he wears earplugs in his human ears to help adjust :> it’s a bit weird, but idk! i like to make designs funky and nonconventional! I liked the idea that Ren had hearing struggles due to wonky hybridization and just kept the concept :>

[puppyeared]

I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-

Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])

Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!

Hope this is to your liking ^^

Part one here

[smile-files]

as a jew, seeing what all of these israeli leaders have said is sickening. as a jew, anti-palestinian rhetoric is sickening. as a jew, zionism is sickening.

how dare my people -- a people who've been massacred, ethnically cleansed, dehumanized, forcibly removed, and discriminated on religious grounds for their entire existence -- do the same to another people? how dare we turn our backs on them, when they suffer like we have?

i understand that so much of us have been fed zionist propaganda our entire lives; the same happened to me. i understand the desire for a homeland where we don't have to fear antisemitism at every turn; i want that too. but it doesn't take much thought to understand that a homeland for us, which actively oppresses and kills another people, is antithetical to what we want.

if you, as a member of an oppressed group, believe that your freedom and safety can only exist when you oppress another group, you are acting no better than the people who oppressed you. such a belief is horrible, and cynical, and wrong.

as a jew, i want jewish people to be happy and safe and connected to our heritage; as a jew, i also want other peoples to be happy and safe and connected to their heritage.

don't call the palestinians "amalek". you are turning us into amalek.

doesn't the torah tell us to have empathy for those beaten down by the world? doesn't the torah tell us to make the world a better place? doesn't the torah tell us to free people of their shackles and help them escape oppression?

i have so many israeli aunts and uncles and cousins; i fear for their safety. of course, my parents do as well. i'm worried that this fear, in addition to anything they were led to believe earlier in life, is placing my parents even deeper in the zionist camp. but it doesn't have to be this way! my relatives' safety does not rely on the continued oppression of gaza!

it is easy to be uninformed, to be swayed by propaganda, to blindly hope that israel was founded in good faith -- but we can't lie to ourselves. a world steeped in senseless hatred (which we are now promoting!) could never be a home for us. none of us are free, liberated, equal, until all of us are.

as a jew, to other jews, i implore that we stand with our palestinian siblings. i want us all to be happy and safe. i want us all to live in harmony -- in the holy land and around the world. that is what we all deserve. <3

[dtchloedecker]

Chloe smiled as Lucifer brushed his hand against hers. She didn't think that was intentional at first, but given that this was the second time he did it, she figured it had to be on purpose. It felt nice knowing he'd be watching her during her visit. She nodded at the CO at the door to the interrogation room and he opened the door. There sat Kinley in his holding cell a little too calmly for someone who got sentenced to life in prison. Like it didn't matter that he'd tried to manipulate her to kill Lucifer or had three people killed so Lucifer would show his devil face. "Thank you for coming," he said to Chloe when the door sat behind her. Just as soon as he started speaking, Chloe wanted to punt his stupid bald head across the parking lot. Instead, she kept her voice calm and even, but kept her disdain in there. "I only came to tell you to stop putting in requests to speak to me. We have nothing to talk about." NOW Kinley looked nervous, desperate even as he stood up. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't have much time. They're going to transfer me back to Rome to be tried there."

Like I'm supposed to care? Out loud, Chloe let out a huff. "Can't say I'm sad to see you go," she said with disinterest as she slowly circled around the holding cell so she was standing directly in front of Kinley. "There is something you need to know," he said, but Chloe would hear it. "No, there is something YOU need to know," she said angrily. "You were WRONG about Lucifer. He is a GOOD man. One might say that he's even an angel." Biologically, Lucifer was still an Angel. Devil face or not, that didn't change. He wasn't perfect, but he was still good. Flawed, but good like any other human.

"I need to warn you about the prophecy," Kinley said as if he didn't hear a word Chloe just said. "Prophecy?" she shook her head at the old, bald priest. Was he going for an insanity plea or was he just bonkers? "You see, I thought that the prophecy was about you, Chloe," he explained. Chloe rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated look at the one-way mirror, which she knew Lucifer was watching from behind. She was done with this. She started making her way back to the door as Kinley droned on. "But, I realize now that I could've been wrong. If it's not you, who else could be Lucifer's first love?"

Chloe froze as she was about to knock on the door to be let out and then turned to face the old coot. Eve. Kinley definitely noticed her because it looked like a light bulb went off in his head. "You know who it is, don't you?" He asked in an eager and slightly creepy voice. He reminded her of a roly-ploy humanoid Gollum/Smeagle as he walked up to the bars of the cell where she was standing to be closer to her. "Is she here?" he asked. Chloe remained frozen. She didn't want to answer. She didn't care for Eve, but she wasn't going to throw the first woman under the bus.

After a few minutes, Kinley spoke again, drooping the Gollum/Smeagle vibe. "I just need you to hear the prophecy." Chloe had no idea how prophecies worked. Not in reality. She had no idea how all of this celestial stuff worked, but Lucifer did and he was here and he was her partner. Maybe he should hear the prophecy, too. "Alright," Chloe agreed reluctantly. And then Kinley spoke once more:

"When the devil walks the Earth and finds his first love, evil shall be released."

Chloe remained frozen. She had no idea how to respond or even feel. Was this about Eve encouraging Lucifer to embrace his devil more devilish side? No, that wasn't it. Lucifer couldn't just turn evil like that. Maybe it was something or someone else. But, what would Lucifer and Eve have to do with it? Was an apocalypse about to be triggered? Chloe felt very overwhelmed and then knocked on the door to get herself let out. "Detective Decker-," Kinley started to speak, but Chloe cut him off. "I got it," she answered as the door opened. She quickly stepped into the hallway and waited for the couple in question to come out of the observation room.

@lucifermorningstxr

Lucifer was doing everything in his power to demonstrate what he'd said in the garage to Chloe. While he never lied, he also knew the value of his actions, especially to the Detective. He could say things with the fullest honest intent of following through, but he was a man of swift action. He wanted to make it visibly clear to Chloe where he stood while not freezing Eve out completely, either. Again, he didn't hate Eve by any means, but they'd outgrown one another, and he wanted to really make sure things stayed on the up with the Detective. Even the car ride over to the jail was less awkward than it could've been, with the time being filled with the regalia of the partnership's past with Kinley. Leaving out the bit about the poisoning was the silently-agreed-upon best option too, as the pair had already put it past them and were trying to continue to do so with these jailbird meetings, but the detail was trivial vanity when the actual crimes at hand were accounted for. Lucifer even backed the Detective's comment about jail being his punishment, something that even yesterday he'd have let Eve convince him wasn't enough. This was how Earth's rules were. Who says old Devils can't learn new tricks after all?

As Chloe pulled him aside at the prison, he nodded in agreement to her instructions. "You're the boss, Detective!" He'd quip with a mischievous smirk before giving her his most sincere eyes. "I'm here to protect you. Forger the Devil on your shoulder, today I'm just backup. But I will come in if things go haywire. I know you well enough by now to pick up on your cues. Go on, Detective. I'll keep Eve behaved, go do your thing like only you can." He again brushed her hand, smiling with encouragement before stepping back to lead Eve into the observation room. He knew the stakes were high, but he also feared for the Detective being anywhere near that vile excuse for a man, even if this was a legitimate jail. So he'd do as she asked, but the second she needed him, he was ready to act.

[theswedishpajas]

💙🌌💀🌌💙

[darkwood-sleddog]

Can the balanced dog trainers please stop fucking talking about positive reinforcement as if those dogs are not “obedience trained”? A majority of competition obedience dogs I know were trained with R+. Letting your dog wander on the end of a line because you want to do so does not = untrained. It is simply…a choice.

[aceofstars16]

Prayers appreciated I guess. Mental health is still eh and spiritual health isn’t any better.

[velvetvexations]

Trans KLCK getting accidentally misgendered by one of the Bad Kids in Freshman Year because they just honestly didn't realize she was a girl and said "he" in casual reference to someone they didn't know.

Trans KLCK holding on to that as she continues to pile up on reasons to hate them.

Trans KLCK interpreting making fun of her name as transphobia, which Porter and Jace encourage.

I'm divided on if I want/am expecting Oisin and Ivy to be completely evil or not. It seems like there are now good odds they're The Actually Bad Rat Grinders, in which case maybe Oisin knows KLCK was taking things the wrong way and just didn't say anything because he didn't care/rage is the name of the game, and Ivy very much seems like the kinna person who doesn't necessarily hate trans people but is like, "what's all the fuss about?" and gets mildly annoyed when corrected about pronouns.

But if not, and Oisin and Ivy are just as much victims of Porter and Jace as the others, I can see a world where the rest of the Rat Grinders were fully behind KLCK's mistaken belief the Bad Kids are Like That.

Either way it'd be hilarious since Kristen is, I think, Ally's one and only non-trans PC so far. AU where Kristen transitions to Kris and averts the Rat Grinder grudge.

Anyway, this is not me trying to make KLCK/the Rat Grinders more sympathetic than they are in canon, I still think they have plenty going on for them to have been frustrated with and have had that frustration manipulated by trusted adults in their lives, grooming them into dealing with that frustration in the worst possible way for their own benefit. I just like this idea.

[buildarocketboys]

Man nothing like talking to other writers to make you feel like you're not a proper writer