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plum-and-solitude · 1 year ago

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I just finished Good Omens Season 2 and I have some BIG FUCKING FEELINGS, mostly about the last episode, so. You know. Spoilers ahead.

In no particular order, but starting with what is seriously SO devastating to me and working from there:

Aziraphale wants to go after Crowley SO BAD. "But... My bookshop!" I'm sorry Angel, you pronounced it wrong - it's, "But, my boyfriend!!" He wants to postpone Metatron like he did before the Apocalypse, so he can run after Crowley and I am devastated that he didn't get to. 😭

ALSO the end credits with Az going up in the elevator and Crowley driving away, I feel like you can just READ it in Aziraphale's face: "He'll see, I'll prove it to him. I will SHOW him how I can protect Us. How I can protect EVERYTHING. (ESPECIALLY the love of my eternal life.) I WILL. Make. A. DIFFERENCE." Because that scene is AFTER Metatron says, "We call it the Second Coming." Our Angel is momentarily TERRIFIED for what will happen to the Earth but then he gathers himself and you can SEE the level of devotion this ineffable fool is about to put into making SURE everything he loves (Crowley) (also, the Earth, but) (Crowley) is safe.

Crowley just being left with the overwhelming feeling that he's not enough for Aziraphale EXACTLY as he is, that the conditions for Aziraphale's love don't have room for the DEMON Crowley, only for his former Angelic self. (I wanna tear my HEART out, these goons are gonna kill me.)

And now, for the obvious one, The Kiss™. I saw so many spoilers, lord have MERCY. I do wish I had avoided social media as soon as I saw Season 2 was here, but I am a DAMNED FOOL. I will not make the same mistake when season 3 comes out in (WAY TOO LONG I NEED IT RIGHT NOW DAMMIT) what, like 3 years? 🥲

So, that was a little bit ruined for me, but still very powerful:

The way Aziraphale has to FIGHT not to embrace Crowley too (the HAND), the way he has to come back up from whatever depths of "I had never even DARED to hope but now this is actually HAPPENING" that Crowley transported him to, gasping, confused, elated, and HEARTBROKEN, the way he says, "I forgive you," either as a way to push back emotions he doesn't feel like he's ready to deal with yet OR as genuine forgiveness for the pain Crowley has put him in by refusing to go with him. (I REFUSE to believe it was forgiveness for the kiss itself.) The way he gently touches his lips. I'm assuming he's thinking, "Yes, but not NOW. Not like THIS."

The way Crowley just. Fuckin GRABBED him. So desperately. "PLEASE understand what you're doing to me. PLEASE understand how I truly FEEL about you. Please... PLEASE don't go." The way he looks cautiously HOPEFUL that THAT would be enough to make Aziraphale stay, holding on until the final confirmation that he's not going to, "I forgive you." The way he says, "Don't bother." It all GUTS me.

"Nothing lasts forever."

"i NEED you." 😭

When Crowley is talking about how they don't need Heaven or Hell, and Az is shaking his head because he KNOWS that it doesn't matter if they run away together, they'll never be FREE. They will ALWAYS know that they abandoned Earth to the whims of Heaven and Hell and that he and Crowley could never truly be happy with that sacrifice. They BOTH love the Earth and everything on it and NEITHER of them would be able to live with themselves if they left it unprotected and something happened that they could at least TRY to prevent. He knows the ONLY way to save EVERYONE is from the INSIDE.

And Crowley knows PERSONALLY what the consequences of that type of thinking are. He doesn't WANT to see Aziraphale go through what he had to go through, for simply ASKING a few questions. He SAW what they were going to do to Gabriel, for outright DENYING Heaven's plan for Apocalypse 2.0. He doesn't want his Angel to fall, because he SAW what happened to him after his first little lie, how it ate him up inside, when Az just THOUGHT he was a demon now. Crowley can't even bear to IMAGINE what Aziraphale would go through KNOWING he was actually a demon because he tried to directly influence or change the Will of God. Crowley simply canNOT bear to watch. (But you and I both know he'll be there anyways. Aziraphale always needs rescuing and Crowley needs to always rescue him.)

"But rescuing me makes him SO happy."

I can't get "It's always too late" out of my head and there WILL be art incoming, wait and see.

I am deceased. But, I will be back with more after I rewatch the entire season. Possibly even the whole series, I need to go back to the ending where everything seems like it's going to be fine for a while, to soothe me achin' heart. 😭

#good omens spoilers #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #i love them so much #i just want them to be okay #and neil gaiman said everything was gonna be okay #and I swear if they're not I am going to GET you #not really but cmon man #my husbands?? 😭#did you have to kill me like that?

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snorkling-in-sodasea · 1 year ago

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A Thought That Came To Me

You know, I think I came up with two concepts for myself when it comes to character portrayal. The Pink Diamond Effect and the Stolas Geotia Effect. And I'll be more than happy to explain more into that. (Warning, though, if I rant here and there. Kinda of spontaneous as I write down opinions and all that) (Another warning, Stolas lovers should stay out of this one)

So I felt like watching Helluva Boss videos on youtube. I would come across Steven Universe ones, too. And I noticed something kinda peculiar about Steven's mom, especially when I compared her to Stolas. Both the gem woman and the demon owl man are exact opposites in character protrayal.

Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond was initially this big force of goodness, who couldn't do anything wrong and was thoroughly, absolutely perfect. The most to mistakes we would hear about is from Greg and, even then, it made Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond more, well, human. (And now that I think about it, did Greg ever find out that he had a child with a diamond? Like, before Steven was born or was it at the same time as everyone else?)

But then the series would go on to reveal how awful Steven's mother was, over and over again. Like I heard from Sarcastic Chorus, was there anyone Pink didn't traumatize when she met them? And really, the main series was already enough to pound in how demonized Pink Diamond is. I'm not sure if much people can keep in mind the good that she did do before being, well, gone for good.

Yeah, Pink Diamond foolishly thought that her family would be discouraged by her death and then be happy that she's gone, had left behind Spinel, and we're not touching all the shit between her and Pearl. But she was the only one to see value in organic life and fought to defend Earth. And the thing is, Earth was her first planet so she likely never saw any planets up close that would still have life on it. So I would like to believe that she's the kind of person who would instantly love whatever her planet is as it is and would fight to defend it. She did it in a way that wasn't rocking the boat too much, up until she did it in a way that ended up overturning the boat. But she at least never realized that and, compared to the other diamonds who just get a weirdly-constructed turn from evil to good, Pink Diamond had a more natural turn from evil to good.

Then there's Stolas. At the start of the series, Stolas was just a closeted gay who discovered a new source of elation and wanted it. Badly. He wanted it so badly that he chose when Blitz was currently being shot at so that Stolas could talk to him. So that Blitz couldn't exactly say 'no' the arrangement presented. Then Stolas gets the bright idea to distract his daughter from the troubles at home by inviting the most painfully physical reminder of the troubles at home as bodyguards and spend a good chunk of the day graphically flirting with Blitz right where Octavia can see and hear it. Even after they made up, Stolas kept focused on sleeping with Blitz (Just because Stolas promised to never leave Octavia for Blitz doesn't mean it can't leave a bad taste in one's mouth if Stolas continues to screw around with Blitz even after his daughter exploding with built-up frustration at Loo Loo Land). And Stolas kept up the baby talk and demeaning names to Blitz until the second to last episode decided that he loves loves the imp for some reason.

Season 2 starts and the show pretends so damn hard that Stolas was never an asshole who just wanted imp dick. Now Stolas is all of a sudden a sensitive, lonely woobie boy who was forced to marry a horrible, abusive girl against his will and has always loved Blitz since first seeing him. And now, whenever anyone tries holding him accountable for anything anymore, it's either by Stella or Striker - antagonists and/or villains who are meant to not be in the right anyways - or by Octavia or Blitz, who are made out to be tragic cases that will resolve itself in an episode's time anyways. In Blitz's case, he'll likely ignore the problem just like how Stolas does, even if it's the opposite way from how Stolas likes to ignore problems. (Although the show itself seems to be doing that. And ironically enough, I would have just been fine with the show if Blitz and Stolas just remained what they were before: mutual assholes to each other, especially if the series was supposed to be episodic)

Long story short, Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond started as an undeniably good person who was beloved by all but then got demonized more and more and more as the show went on. (And seriously, the movie and the sequel series didn't relent on that, either. At fucking ALL). But with Stolas, he started out as an asshole only for the show to eventually start pretending that he never was. And I'm certain the show will keep pounding it in that idea of Stolas being a poor woobie as it goes on

So I'm calling the whole thing, respectively, the Pink Diamond Effect and the Stolas Geotia effect but if anyone has any other ideas, go ahead and tell me. It'll be fun seeing your ideas on what to call it

#helluva boss #stolas #steven universe #pink diamond

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becoming-your-hottest-vision · 6 months ago

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I'm just starting this blog as I journey through my own perceived limits and attempt to become the hottest me that I can become. It requires a lot of giving up, giving in and most of all believing in other people who have your best image and spirit in mind. A lot of p[eople think that spirit has no part in looking good. Let me tell you. It is the complete opposite. You must trust in ways that exercise the demons of doubt right out of you. Give in to other people's imaginations of what you can be and let them help you. It certainly is an exercise in love and trust which are two of the highest qualities found in men/ human's today. This will be a short story of my journey into transformation of a frumpy looking guy, into a guy I would have once gone home with. Becoming what you never thought could or would be yours to offer. I hope others are inspired and really do try it, becoming the best possible self with the gifts you were given to work with coupled with a simple decision to do whatever it takes to put you on the path forward without looking back and truly becoming the transformation that always seemed out of reach.

My first pic just after starting the journey. At the end of this blog, I will post what I started with so everyone can see how much work was involved in this process. Building a new projection of myself that enhances my good stuff and readdresses the negative to stand behind the positive. I haven't worked on expression yet as you can see in the picture with the lack of smiling or projecting confidence, I am too busy trying to feel the new hair and style that I forget others need to respond and that change is for everyone not just myself and how I feel about what I must work with. It is a kind of challenge to look your best in every area and keep the smile on your face. Not to mention coming out of a new eating habit that lost me 30 lbs. with no bag pipes and it looks great. Two months after this pic I went to a strip club and the dancers would not leave me alone. They were all over me asking me to rub them down and this was on the main floor of the club. Not even in the back. They all wanted my stylist's name. So, I was elated to have such positive feedback after working so hard towards my own transformation. I am doing this and journaling a bit for the purpose that anyone can make themselves look the best they can if they listen to their desires and except the limits of what they must work with. Everyone can find their inner hot man/woman and breathe life into the creation leaving the fantasy behind limp and restless on the floor. I am waiting another couple of months so when I post the next pic you will be able to easily see the difference in confidence and in the look being settled into fully. It will be soon. SO far this has taken me only about six months of actual work and about two years of dreaming about making a change. The hardest part of bringing out the best in oneself is fighting the evil demons that tell you that you will never look hot or desirable to anyone because you have never taken looks that seriously for yourself, but in the same breath you never went home with the anyone that smelled like the street to much. What a conundrum. Till my next picture.

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spacealligator · 3 months ago

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ok so, about this concept, I had a AU scene in my mind, but I don't know where to take this story, so I'll just drop this here instead of posting it kn ao3 as usual

some background: in this AU Rin somehow survived Kakashi's Raikiri because of the Three Tails, but she decides not to go back to Konoha as to not put anyone else in danger, so she just travels around the shinobi world seeing everything, the good, the bad and the ugly in people, hope you enjoy!

Why won’t the dead stay buried

The alcohol burned her throat again and honestly, after the 8th shot it wasn’t pleasant anymore, even if it was free. It made her feel alive in all the wrong ways. It was a stupid tradition from Water Country. Well, stupid for the locals, advantageous for her. She turned her glass upside down to show everyone at this shitty dive bar she had drunk every last drop of… well, whatever the hell this disgusting thing they were serving to her was. The crowd behind her cheered and yelled in support of her. The crowd behind her challenger was silent and muttering small curses.

The rule was simple: if somebody challenged you to a drinking competition, whoever won had the right to bill all their expenses on the loser's tab on the bar. Rin had not spent one ryo in food nor accommodation in the one year she's been traveling around Water Country, thanks to this idiotic game alone. She always won. The Sanbi made sure of that.

“Don't think I'll heal you forever, petulant child!”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up stupid one eyed turtle.”

Rin leveled her dizzy stare to her competitor. He was a burly man who thought of himself as a real man, the type they just don’t make anymore these days. She knew the type, she had the unlucky pleasure of meeting a lot of those since becoming a missing nin or whatever kids called it these days. When Rin stepped inside the bar (a young woman who measured 1.52m and weighed 50 kilos on a good day) and yelled at all the patrons saying she was up for a challenge, this guy was the first one to get up on his feet with all of his more than 100 kilos.

He ordered a bottle of something that had a dead snake inside it, and was probably on the shelf of this stinky bar since before the First Shinobi War. He served the clear liquid in the first glass of Rin’s row, they cheered, and she downed the glass. It was horrible, it probably tasted of what disappointment might taste. But honestly, it could be worse. She had drunk worse.

As glass after glass was turned on the table and they progressed through the rows the betters served them, the guy’s face got redder and redder. Rin wasn’t well herself but she just needed to hold until the other guy caved in.

As he reached for the 9th shot, he instead hit the table face first and rolled to the floor, erupting a chorus of screams around the bar, half elated and demanding their money, and the other half protesting the game, saying it was rigged. She just slipped off her chair and stumbled towards the bartender, drunker than she had previously thought.

“Hey stupid turtle, can’t you heal me faster?”

“I'm already doing what I can, insolent child, you believe me to be content about your inebriated state?”

“Alright, just speed it up, will you?”

She needed to go get some air or vomit in the bathroom to get rid of all this shit inside her stomach. Then when she got back she could eat her dinner with a renewed appetite.

In the midst of the commotion she managed to slip through the back door to a suspicious back alley with trash cans and passed out drunks. But to be fair every alley in Water Country was suspicious. She slumped against the humid rotten wood of the bar's wall to catch some breath already feeling her head clear up. She always cursed and bantered with the Sanbi but damn her if the demonic turtle wasn’t useful sometimes.

“Is that what the powers given to me by the Sage of the Six Paths himself are reduced to? Curing a reckless girl's hangovers?”

“Shut up fucking turtle. Alcohol was invented after you were created ok? The world evolved.”

“If this is where the human race is headed then I-”

“Shut the hell up, I'm trying not to puke.” Rin muttered through gritted teeth to the night air, her breath condensing in puffs and swirls as she fought a wave of nausea.

The turtle groaned inside her and Rin pictured it crossing its little arms and turning around so as not to look at her. It took them some years- ok, almost a decade, to figure out how to share the same body without killing each other or anyone else in the process. There were still some problems, but she'd been through worse.

Yeah, she'd been through worse. This was fine. This was more than fine.

A salty breeze from the ocean hit her face and she felt fresher and less dizzy. Her stomach didn’t feel like it was swimming around her belly and maybe she could just go back inside and enjoy some water, order five portions of katsudon and then go to bed, all of them paid with someone else's money, which only made it taste better. She wasn’t particularly cheap about this stuff, but she had to get ahead whenever she could, after all, tomorrow never knows. She’s been in situations where a few ryos could have made a difference.

Better not to think of the past. Better not to think at all.

She opened her eyes again to the night sky and wondered not for the first time how the fuck she ended up here. It was a fruitless, meaningless, pointless question that crossed her head at least several times a day. Another reason for drinking. Yeah, maybe she'll also get the rest of that disgusting bottle with a dead snake in it and drink the rest of it in her room above the bar. That would work, she'd sleep great tonight after getting hammered with that.

She closed her eyes again and nodded, decided on the activities for the rest of the night. She pushed off her back from the wall and leveled her eyes back to the suspicious alley she was in, only to stare at one single black eye that she used to be familiar with a few lifetimes ago.

“Rin?! It's really you, isn’t it?! You're alive?!”

She bent down in front of Kakashi and finally spilled out all the contents from her stomach on his feet.

anyone else thinks Rin is a bit idolized in canon and fanon?

always the perfect good girl or a girlboss

people, give me a girl failure

Rin is almost as fucked up on the head as Kakashi and Obito, she went through hell in war, and in AUs where she survives, she goes through hell with the jinchuriki thing and Obito’s death

c'mon give her some unhealthy coping mechanisms, make her jaded, tired of the world's bullshit, make her a total cynic, dissimulated, selfish, morally gray, relatable!

#fanfic #naruto fanfiction #my fic #my fic writing #rin nohara #kakashi hatake #naruto headcanons #my headcanons #maybe if i ever come up with a story line i'll publish it on ao3 #i have no idea what happens in the next scene #rin being the girlfailure we all are at heart is such a mood

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glamphantasm · 1 year ago

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Prompt 7

MC accidentally touches a book in Satan’s room that casts an illusion over them both that shows MC’s greatest dreams coming true. What are they, how does MC react, can MC get out?

(because I'm a massive d&d nerd, i changed the book up. 1d10 scenes/moments relating to what would be MC's best life/greatest dream. can be activated 1x/day, if it was truly an item in a tabletop game, i'd probably put it as like a DC18 wisdom save.)

Kai shot awake in a bed that was not his own, heart galloping in his chest as he muffled a yelp of terror into the pillow. Eyes wide, he scrambled into a sitting position, trying not to hyperventilate.

(i can feel silk against my legs. i can see a partially open closet. i can smell - )

The process was interrupted as a figure appeared by the divider, dressed casually and holding a cup.

(i can smell coffee)

"Hey, you're awake. Welcome back.", the voice was strangely gentle, lacking its usual brassy bravado. Mammon offered the cup. "Thought you could use this."

Kai offered a hint of a smile as he tried to piece together his fuzzy mind. He cupped the mug in both hands, the porcelain hot enough to burn his palms as he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before taking a long drink. The liquid seared a path down his throat, heat pooling in his stomach. The coffee was bitter, but not overly-so.

"Thanks, Mammon." Kai looked up at the demon through his lashes, taking stock of the situation. "Did...?"

A rapid shake of his head made Kai laugh softly. "N-no, no. I slept on the couch.", he stammered, blushing.

"You didn't have to."

A gentle scoff. "You made that pretty clear."

Another sip of coffee. "Next time you can believe me.", he raised his eyes, waiting for the reaction.

Mammon's mouth worked soundlessly, opening and closing a few times. Kai put the cup down, rubbing his heated palms over his face. As he pulled them away, he was surprised to see no trace of the heavy makeup he wore last night staining the skin. "Thank you. For not making me go back -", Kai's throat closed, refusing to utter the word home. "There."

"Y-yeah, ya seemed pretty stubborn about it. I dunno what's goin' on, but uh, you can always hang out. Or whatever."

Kai relaxed back against the headboard, nodding. "Okay. What time is it anyways?", with no windows in the room, it was always impossible to even guess.

"Almost 3. Humans need a lot of sleep, huh?"

"After a long night we do. Last thing I remember was...

(swirling projected lights, music loud enough to vibrate bones, dancing between the brothers sandwiched tightly, smoke and glitter caught on the air, hope, elation, want, desire, need)

the three of us dancing together."

Mammon nodded. "Yeah. We, all... we left a bit after that.", averted eyes, deeply flushed cheeks.

"So what did happen?", Kai brushed his fingers along Mammon's arm. He didn't flinch away, but didn't get closer. Net zero, no damage done.

Mammon looked down, words tumbling out quickly, in a single breath. "So, we got out to the car. You were all over both of us pretty fast. Ju- just like in the club, you were between us. You started talking, not like dirty talk or nothin', but you kept saying how much you missed that, missed us, begged us not to stop, and then after a few minutes broke down crying, saying somethin' like it didn't matter?", he shrugged, confused. "You sobbed the rest of the way home, and that kinda was that. We got you here, got you changed, and in to bed. I sat up with you for a while, you know, to make sure you didn't die or nothin', but you passed out pretty fast."

"Ah.", Kai stared down at his hands, pulse skyrocketing. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I need to apologize to Asmo too... really didn't mean to get sloppy last night. It just...," he broke off, sighing. "Fuck."

A long stretch of silence was broken only by the muffled sounds of the TV on the other side of the wall.

Mammon took Kai's hand in his own, squeezing it gently in lieu of a response.

"You know I wouldn't have been upset if everything had continued, right?"

The grip tightened, became almost painful. "We ain't been demons that long."

Kai made a sound intended to be a laugh, that came out entirely too choked. "LOT of demons in the human realm older than you then."

He was pulled into a tight embrace and simply held, wordlessly.

Kai slowly wrapped an arm around Mammon, leaning in to the hug. The silence this time was comfortable as it stretched. Kai pressed his forehead into Mammon's shoulder, grounding himself a bit more, waiting for the uneasy tremors to fade. There was a familiar buzz on the nearby table, and he flinched away from it with a groan.

"D'ya want me to get that?"

"No. Yes. No. Who is it?" Kai disentangled himself from the demon, reaching again for the coffee.

Mammon picked up the DDD, looking at the missed messages. "That one was Satan, says to stop by an' see him today. And... four from Solomon since about 10 this morning.", the demon's eyes grew wide as he skimmed over them. "Jeez, he think he owns you or what? Wait, who's Vyleon?"

Kai made a face over the rim of the cup. "Vyleon is the incubus who I assume is one of Solomon's 9000 pacts that he decided to send to the club last night to tell me to come home when I ignored his messages."

Mammon whistled low, "Yer shittin' me."

Kai shook his head. "Wish I was. Almost worked too."

"What stopped you?"

"Couple things - It was a big night for Asmo and I didn't want to vanish on him, and when Vyleon referred to the two of you as 'The Angels'. The disrespect pissed me off."

Mammon quirked an eyebrow in faint surprise. "Yer so loyal already." Kai gave a good-natured grumble as his hair was ruffled. "How come?"

The human lowered his eyes. "Same thing I said the other day. You're all like family to me. Know it sounds dumb, but," he paused, voice barely audible. "This is the only place I've ever felt at home."

"You really would stay forever, huh?"

Kai bit the inside of his cheek hard, nodding, not trusting his voice.

"Would be pretty great. Too bad you can't just..."

Kai shook his head. "Not allowed, for some stupid reason. Besides, Simeon & Luke are in the guest room."

Mammon sighed, flopping down across the foot of the bed.

"So, aside from you and Asmo, does anyone else know I'm here?"

"Not that I've heard. Wouldn't be surprised if someone saw us all come in though."

Kai nodded. It wouldn't be a surprise, somehow every moment in the house made the rounds. Grabbing his DDD, he tapped out a quick message: "Asmo, I'm so sorry for the way I ended up last night. Hope that I didn't wreck anything. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me."

The reply came quickly. "I'm not upset, nothing happened? You do need to take it easy though, darling~ visiting your housemate, talk later."

(that can be unpacked later)

After a quick shower and borrowing a clean shirt from Mammon,

("Yer swimmin' in that, but I got nothin' smaller.")

Kai texted Satan back.

"On my way, 20 minutes?"

That long? You're literally down the hall.

Well shit.

"Fine. Five."

I've waited this long. What's a bit longer?

Kai wandered over to Satan's door after a few minutes, knocking lightly.

The door cracked open, and the demon within gave a half-scowl before stepping aside with a gesture.

The biggest change was the lack of books piled along the floors, though the stacks of floor to ceiling shelves were nearly filled to bursting.

(look impressed, you haven't seen this, remember)

Kai gave the room a long appraising look, giving a soft smile. "This is fantastic. If you need more shelf room, I bet you could get a loft alcove up there." Kai pointed up towards a window in a high corner, where he knew that one day a very secluded nook would be.

"That's not a bad idea." Satan held himself tightly wound, arms crossed over his chest.

Kai offered a slight smile. "So, you needed your Attendant?"

"When did you start spending the night?"

Ah, direct as always. "Just last night. Got a bit too drunk at the Fall, they wanted to keep an eye on me."

Bright green eyes narrowed, pupils dilating like a cat's. Kai shrugged.

"You're kind of a wreck."

"Already said I drank too much."

"No. Not that. I mean in general." Satan sat down on an overstuffed wing back chair, crossing his long legs at the ankles.

Kai shrugged, giving another chair a glance, raising an eyebrow curiously. At a nod, he sat down, tucking one leg beneath himself. "Yes, and? I feel like there's more to that statement?"

Satan tapped his fingertips on the arm of the chair, frowning. "There was. I wasn't expecting you to agree."

"What am I going to do? Lie? I'm fucked up. I know that. No reason to hide it when it's obvious.", the human shifted in the chair, getting a bit more comfortable. This had the feel of A Discussion.

Wrath fixed him with a level stare. Kai stared back, refusing to look away first.

(don't flinch, don't look away, this is just a test, you've seen it play out a hundred times, don't fail, don't blink)

"So, did you just want me here to ask me indirectly if I'm fucking your brothers?"

A curl of the lip, almost a sneer twisted the demon's features, he glanced away.

(good job. you didn't break first)

"I'm not. For what it's worth. Yet, anyway."

"Surprising. How'd you manage that?"

"I'm my own worst enemy, and they're still a bit too holy to take advantage when I'm too far gone to know my own name."

Satan coughed, covering a surprised laugh.

"Really? I didn't think that would matter."

"Turns out the human here is worse than at least two of the Lords of the Devildom."

A look of morbid curiosity. "Hard to pin a moral judgment on the one making the offer."

"Precisely."

A short "hm" was the only response.

Kai waited a few moments. "Did you need anything else?"

"No. You confuse me."

It was the human's turn to look baffled. "I'm an open book."

(liar)

"Sometimes. But you tend to insinuate more than you say, and act as though we should understand whatever subtext you imply. The strangest part of it all though?", Satan leaned forward, features darkening. "For whatever reason, sometimes for just a split second, I understand exactly what you mean, but it's like trying to hold on to smoke. Why?"

Kai shrugged. "I can't begin to guess, really. Maybe somehow we are both on the same wavelength?"

The answer was met with a skeptical noise, and rolled eyes.

"You can go. This is pointless."

Nodding at the dismissal, Kai stood, turning towards the door.

"Hand me the book on the top stack to your left before you go."

The human shrugged, nodding as he picked up a heavy leather volume, intending to further irritate Satan by tossing it in his direction.

Two things happened at once.

A sudden alarmed exclamation, "Not that one!"

The room felt as though it twisted on its axis, Kai somehow standing in his own memory, a flash.

The guest room. As it used to, or would someday look. Kai saw himself sitting on the edge of the bed, a younger-seeming self, hair still dark and a single color, ears still blunt and human in appearance, with no bruises at his throat. He cradled his arm close to his chest as Mammon teased him about being accident prone, which was met with a shrug and a sheepish smile. He waited as Mammon and Beelzebub argued quietly about the best way to bandage a human's wrist.

Another shift..

The rhythmic clicking of a train. Deep burnished wood paneling appears as a hazy spectre of a woman comes into view, her voice distant and sad. "...know that one day in the future, he will lose all trust he has placed in you."

A flash.

Solomon's voice in the dark, "You have to act now, before it is too late. Listen carefully, if you want to live, you have to do this! This is the only way - hold this dagger as tight as you can, and thrust it deep into..." "This is the only way to stop it - you have to do this" A sob, and the vision shifts, dagger now pressed to his own chest, knuckles white around the handle, a trickle of blood staining the shirt as a mote of pain flares.

A shimmer.

The cafe of a large bookshop in the human world, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Satan, both heads bent over a large book. The conversation is lively, a friendly debate.

"Do you believe the sacrifice was one of love, anger, or sadness?"

"Does it have to be one exclusively? It seems so much more complex than.. "

A shift.

Luke and Barbatos in the kitchens of Purgatory Hall, chatting quietly as the demon showed the young angel a trick with pastry. There was a moment of delight as Luke mimicked the movement, nearly nailing the results perfectly. Kai paused to watch, on his way elsewhere in the building, smiling, happy.

A flash.

Lucifer's study, a fire roaring in the hearth. The demon himself looming larger than life, a predatory grin stretching across his face as an aura of power rippled around him, pressing the human's back to the wall. "Now listen, and listen well. I will not be your possession. I will not belong to you, you will belong to me." Lucifer stepped closer, the tip of one wing curving to trace along Kai's cheek. "Do you still want to make that pact with me?" The only answer was a soft moan, as trembling fingers wrapped tightly into starched lapels, the human surged up, pulling Lucifer into a deep kiss. A flare of blue violet light tinted the vision before the images dissolved.

A shimmer. A large guest room at the castle. The brothers, plus the Future King engaged in a raucous pillow fight, dividing in to teams and egging each other on, the competition dissolving into a feathery tableau. Laughter. Joy. Camaraderie.

The visions cleared, leaving only one lingering reminder, Solomon's voice once again, "Be careful Kai. Remember, you're less powerful now withou -"

The book hit the floor with a heavy thud.

Satan stared coldly at the human, a low growl echoing from his chest as his tail flicked with irritation.

Kai leaned heavily against the table, feeling as though the thoughts had been forcibly torn from his mind, trying to catch his breath before turning to face the demon sitting before him.

They spoke in unison.

"How are those your deepest wishes?"

"Why would you? Those are my memories."

It felt like time stopped as the two untangled each other's words.

"How can they be memories? That's ridiculous. None of that has ever happened." "No. N-not y...", Kai felt his throat close. "What?", the demon snapped "Did you say?"

The human let out an involuntary sound as he was pushed roughly back against the nearest shelves, bones rattling with the impact. As he began to curl in on himself, he felt a now-clawed hand snaking around his throat, in a near-perfect overlay of the damage already there. "S-stay.", the word was barely a croak, with no strength behind it. (looks like this is it, you aren't meant to last, no matter where, there's no way that will work....)

The fingers twitched at his throat, before falling away. Kai looked up into eyes he was unfamiliar with, pools of inky black with only the slightest pinpoint of vibrant green. "Leave.", the demon gritted out, the sound an unnatural rasp.

Kai scrambled away, unwilling to wait for so much as a second word. He fled, the sound of destruction behind him.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me satan

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just-some-yandere-writer · 4 years ago

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I'm back again

But anyways- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT ONE REQUEST OF KOKUSHIBOU. I have another request- Yan!Kyojuro Rengoku manipulating MC by saying like 'you're useless' like that one song useless child. This makes MC god crazy thinking no one loves them and only panics, wanting attention from Kyojuro because they now believe that no one needs them and only Kyojuro needs them.

▶ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪʟᴇ . . .

▶ ꜰɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ .

▶ ɴᴀᴍᴇ : ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ .

▶ ᴀɢᴇ : 20 .

▶ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴜɴʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ , ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ , ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ . ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ .

▶ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : ʜᴏᴡ ? ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ? ? ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴏᴋᴜ ʜᴄꜱ ? ? ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ ' ᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ , ᴛʙʜ , ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʏꜱᴍ /ɢ ! ! !ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ꜰʟᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ɪɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴀʜᴀʜᴀʜᴀ - [ ᴍᴏᴅ ᴜᴅᴏɴ ]

-> if you refuse to have Rengoku take care of you , he will result to bringing your self esteem down .

-> he really doesn ’ t want to do this , but you give him no choice !

-> Rengoku will threaten demons to go attack you to show how you ’ re useless without him , that you need him .

-> outside of the demon attacks , Rengoku will keep telling you that you ’ re useless , weak , and you ’ re nothing without him .

-> when you finally crack and start clinging to him , Rengoku will be elated , even more so

-> if you start asking him if you ’ ll leave him , he ’ ll hold you close to him , giving you reassuring words .

-> when he has to go on missions and you break down , Rengoku finds that a bit troublesome , but he ’ ll comfort you , telling you that he ’ ll be back as soon as he can .

-> when Rengoku comes back from his mission , he will cuddle you , giving you sweet kisses on your face as you cry into his arms .

#yandere Demon Slayer #yandere Demon Slayer x reader #yandere Demon Slayer headcanons #yandere Demon Slayer hcs #yandere Kimetsu no Yaiba #yandere Kimetsu no Yaiba x reader #yandere Kimetsu no Yaiba headcanons #yandere Kimetsu no Yaiba hcs #yandere KnY #yandere KnY x reader #yandere KnY headcanons #yandere KnY hcs #yandere Kyojuro #yandere Kyojuro Rengoku

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reacty · 2 years ago

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Yvette and how to write a Byronic heroine(Part 1)

"Inwardly, Bruce Wayne is still an adolescent watching his parents being murdered. That will never leave him. And people really relate to that."

Kevin Conroy

"In truth it was I, who was betrayed!"

Illidian Stormrage, World of Warcraft

"But few people really want to see themselves as being bad or evil, whatever label they wear. I've done things I regret, I've done things I'm proud of, and I've walked the roads in between. The sliding scale is a fantasy. There's no simple answers."

Skitter, Worm

Various Byronic Hero/ine quotes.

The first time I see Yvette was on Wrath season 1 I see a manipulative,spiteful and bitter woman who was unable to let go of her past but while playing on Fire Emblem Three houses I read those comment on Edelgard(by the way if you love in slightest way Yvette YOU WILL LOVE EDELGARD!):Edelgard is dislike not because of her actions,not because of what she does or doesn't but because she is a very complex that can easily misunderstoond so 3/4 people are willfully ignorant or just not interested in looking closer. They accept what Rhea tells them as facts instead to take a lens and analyze Edelgard(By the way Edelgard x Fbyleth are my OTP!) since the biggest barrier most fans not wanting to feel like they have “chosen wrong” and to feel they are righteous and unbiased. So I've decide to give Yvette a try after I've finished Wrath s1(since it bored me,don't worry after Yvette I'll do Wrath reaction) and I like her since to quote her she is a very complex character:

Here the "General Byronic hero/ine" traits list,

I wasted enough words let's start:

The " first time" I see really her was on the show as the summary of her first season states:

and its true with few words and gesture she lures MC(and ME) on rabbit down the hole* and start to see multi- that is Yvette Holte and I will use her Love story with MC start+ some of her actions on the following to avoid spoiler for those didnt go further season 1=

At first a she see a cute innocent woman whom she can't help herself but teasing mc and suggest to not esitate and be embarrassed by her desire to reach for what(Hotness,flirtation🤤😏) but when mc chase her to say hello and ask her name but she mistake Yvette and Vinca situation being captured by mafias(we're on Las Vegas after all) go to her rescue and inadvertently caught her in the act to punish a demon for his failure(capture Vuzgamad ? Innocent and good civilian caught in the crossfire ? I dunno😅) leaving Yvette stunned and out of control for the first time ever(vulnerability) so she forced to put an Indy ploy* to give mc a way out by saying she's illusion and mc caught them in the middle and she gifted with a ticket both as apologize for the scare and thanks for her goodness and bravery for her will to rescue a stranger from thugs if necessary(and the secret hope to meet MC again[showing both her soft and good side not wanting mc being caught in a mess simply she saw women in need of rescue] and vulnerabity wanting to meet her as woman not as sin assassin),

so we see at the deadly sin show and Vinca and Lazareth caught a true jerk that deserve punishment (he steal funds for poor and buy cars you jerk!),she show me both her cynism and ruthless in try to punish by ask the public how to punish him and hyped them up their greedness for punishment but when mc show up and rescue the jerk by taking his place Yvette is both surprise and elated to see her again(ruthless,cruel and punisher of evil; sweetness,vulnerabity and softness for good people and Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things and anyone in need this is why even at her worst she keep up with her duty*) she and mc and enjoy for the first time the show(sparkling the light that Yvette believe to have to have lost in the darkness that is her life and starting to fall in love with MC)

Then at date she talk with a demon who work for her but since mc has no clue about demon,assassin and crazy stuff she mistaken Yvette for a Mafia woman and the demon for a henchwoman and after mc surprised her with bravery,intelligence and being cute(showing Yvette ruthless,darkness to the demon and the protective,sweet,soft and good side to MC by keeping her safe and good).

After the dinner in which Yvette introduces mc to her crazy world by gifting her "The Sight" and we her philosophy and how she keeps the world safe from being enslaved by demons again:

Keep it away from the innocent,cripples, bastards, and broken things by keep the bad and the evil on thigh leash! Like the ouroboros.

Since there is no future for demons or they work for protect humans with her or they die and a less demon who can harm or worst kill a human really poetic and byronic(By the way she meant Vuzgamad with the demon currently work for)

and show her protective side by scolding Vinca given she was mean to MC since Day 1* and remind her and us reader that MC is woman whom she and will can do everything

and more important she can think for herself(showing how well she read people) and apologize for the rough evening and the fact that while Yvette is used to this Mad Wonderland but MC not so Vinca reveal to mc that Yvette she likes her(so Vinca being a shipper and show us that her feelings for mc are slowly became genuine:like,the need to see her) and to give Yvette a try!

So when Vuzgamad appear to threaten to kill her because since Yvette meet mc,she slowly and surely reawakened her dying light,love and hope so Yvette goes ballistic on her and while protect mc with all her heart and we know another side of her bitterness,mystery,self-loathing and self-hatred and doesn't believe that she deserve MC(Her light,her love her everything....ad I'm going fast forward again😂) and after they escaped Vuzgamad she promise to show the woman behind the illusion and after the while ordeal Yvette show us again her good and soft side by checked and fretting over mc ad blamed herself about Vuzgamad,despite that Vuzgamad is absolutely unpredictable and fiercily promise mc that she will always protect mc and when MC ask her to come with her to check on Joyce(mc mother) and she does keep her word and answer was going on Yvette

MC:What Vuzgamad meant she made you?

This....is the first time she's genuinely broken,hurt like a lost puppy both MC and me wish to hug her and lash out at everyone who wish to harm her

Yvette:I have ... history with demons since I was little...

MC:did you seek them?

Yvette then makes an expression of a kicked pup 😥

I never seeked evil😡.... they found me😥 and since then it nevel left me and I'm at war,deal with it every day,I have to survive(I Never Asked For This...*)

So when Yvette see MC and Joyce being a heartwarming family❤ she's overwhelmed by all of this and show us the broken,lonely who have nothing but despair and bitterness thanks to Vuzgamad

That she run away from all of this.

*Definition of go down the rabbit hole : To enter into a situation or begin a process or journey that is particularly strange, problematic, difficult, complex, or chaotic, especially one that becomes increasingly so as it develops or unfolds.

*Definition of Indy ploy:The Indy Ploy is when someone improvises a plan in the middle of the action or comes up with one immediately before the action starts. Either way, the initial plan has failed, and now the character is forced to come up with a new plan on the fly with no time to prepare or think about the consequences.(Which for a crazy prepared,100% in control and all woman Yvette is an out-of-character is a serious business!)

*Tyrion Lannister: " I have a soft spot for Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things"

*Vinca a complex and interessing character to. See here↓

*Adam Jensen

-Deus Ex Human Revolution

#swm yvette #yvette holte #yvette #swm mc

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adammilligan · 4 years ago

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Do you ever read longer midam fics? Any you can recommend? Do you know any other authors who write for them?

i try to find longer midam fics all the time in the deep corners of ao3!! there isn't enough of them, imo. but here's a few that i've found! these will vary from being incomplete to being complete (though most of them are complete!), and i'll set the word count to 10k+ for the definition of "longer."

With a Whimper (M) - Adam Milligan is free from the Cage, having been rescued by Michael while the archangel was using his body as a vessel. On the surface, the world looks the same, but nothing could be farther from the truth: something big is coming, and Adam is smack in the middle of it. He tries to run - wanting nothing to do with the world of the supernatural anymore - but he can't run from what's been festering and growing inside him ever since he and Michael broke free. His estranged half-brothers, the Winchesters, try to help, but there's only so much they can do. And the day will come when Adam has to face his destiny of Biblical proportions - or die trying.

To Be Found Without Searching (T) - Adam Milligan had never really cared about soulmates, which was useful when his mark came and was written in total gibberish.

Damning and Dizzying in Equal Measure (T) - When they pull Michael Shurley out of the back of the ambulance, Adam's first thought is "Dead on Arrival." When he's still there the next morning, Adam starts to wonder if maybe there's something magical about this guy.

In which Michael survives falling off a bridge, Adam is attacked by a weird dog, and they both question their roles in the universe. Adam doesn't want to believe in death, and Michael doesn't want to believe in life, but they both manage to meet in the middle, so maybe they'll meet again.

The Hardest Truth (M) - "The elation of being topside is wearing off and Adam feels murky with the aftertaste of it, energy leaving his body so abruptly it’s only the presence of a celestial being inside of him that stops him from toppling over his own feet."

Adam and Michael leave Lebanon and start on a new journey together. Adam's POV.

Tripwire (T) - The apocalypse rolls on as planned, with no Dean Winchester to interrupt, and Lucifer wins. As a result, humans are rounded up into camps and used for food and entertainment by the now-dominant monster and demon species. Adam Milligan, once the vessel for the archangel Michael (who is now presumed dead by the world at large) works as a bartender earning his keep, but his life is once again turned upside down by the appearance of Castiel. The angel asks Adam to look after none other than a weakened Michael and keep him safe from the demons who might want to kill him. Now Adam has to decide if Michael's really worth protecting, and if he is, what that means for both their futures.

Wings, Rings, and Interspecies Flings (E) - The souls of sinners eventually develop callouses that protect them from the worst of the torture in Hell. Adam, unfortunately, has too little of these to count, so he jumps at the chance when Michael offers a solution that could save them both: binding his soul to the archangel's grace. It makes life in the Pit slightly more bearable, his soul is no longer in danger of being shredded, and Adam even comes to see Michael as a friend. When they are raised from Perdition, however, Adam realizes that there was a heck of a fine-print to this seemingly sweet deal: he and Michael are soul-mated and there's no such thing as divorce-court in Heaven. Marriage to an angel isn't all puppies and rainbows, especially when you're also juggling a family curse and some dewy-eyed bromance crap.

half alive, i dive (my wings aren't working) (G) - In punishment for not siding with his father, Adam and Michael are ripped apart. Now, with only those who left him to rot in the Cage, Adam must trust his "family" to reunite him and his angel, all the while as the scars from the Cage return.

and also i'm gonna promo my two long ones a little bit because i worked too hard on them to feel guilty about it LMAO

your mother's son and the divergence of divine law

there's some long ones for you!!! hope you enjoy :)

#i included two of achillese's fics on here because i absolutely adore her work #like i WISH my writing could be as good as hers #asks #thank you for asking!#fic rec

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metalotaku-da · 5 years ago

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Kolivance halloween 5

Shiro rushed to the door at the sound of the door bell. Normally such an unexpected sound would put the coven on high alert and combat, but not when he hoped it was Lance at his door. Lance had not been heard from in nearly a week. Not even Adam’s strongest locator spell was able to locate his pupil. He swung the door open without pause, slamming his prosthetic hand into the door frame right beside the startled face of Lance on the other side. The boy brought his shoulders up to his ears as he looked up at his teacher. The wide eyes fear on his students face was too much. He didn't even wait for whatever words Lance started to try to share. He lunged forward and pulled him into a tight embrace: one hand on his back the other on the back of his head holding on as tight as possible.

"Don't do that again ever. I was so scared for you. We all were." Shiro let out into his hair barely holding back his tears. "I'm so sorry I scared you like that. You didn't have to leave. Didn't want you to leave."

"Lance," three different voices echoed out one after the other as Keith, Curtis and Adam joined them in the doorway throwing their own arms around him.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"You stupid fucking idiot!" Keith dug his face into Lance's upper back, ignoring Shiro admonishment of language. "Adam couldn't even find you. What were you thinking?!" He dug his claws in slightly to Lance's sides.

"Please don't leave us like that again, Lance. We were so worried."

"Sorry, everyone. I…" Keith's growl cut him off. Lance tensed up again as all four of his coven turned their focus on his familiar just behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Keith bared his teeth and claws at the demon, releasing his hold on Lance. Curtis followed suit. Shiro started to direct his magic at his hand to make a show of force also. Adam was the one who caught the look of panic on Lance's face first, Curtis was next from scent.

Adam reached out for Lance just as the boy took a step back, drawing Shiro's attention as he got out of his reach. "Lance…" Keith turned towards his bonded.

Lance shook his head hard as he continued to back up making himself smaller as he did so. "No, no, this was a bad idea.” He hugged himself tight. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We'll go. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come back. I'm so sorry. I'm…"

"What?" Keith looked at Lance with his own panic. "No you're staying here where you belong! With us!" Keith lunged forward to grab lance.

"Keith wait…" Curtis let out too late.

Kolivan stepped up to Lance's back, while blocking both his retreat and Keith's attempt to grab hold of his bonded, placing his hands on his witch's shoulders and making eye contact with Keith. "He will do as he wishes. You will not be forcing him to anything he doesn't want to." Kolivan chose to ignore the young demon's growl at him, instead focusing on his bonded. "It is alright. We came unannounced," He whispered to his witch, though he knew the demons could hear his words.

"I can't. I can't do this, they'll…" Lance muttered out his words sinking in on himself more.

"You are letting your nerves take from you all the courage you have built this week, love." Kolivan kissed his witch's head on his hat. "The elation they bore at the sight of you was no trick of the nose or eye." He paused to allow his words to sink into bonded, keeping his magic wrapped tightly around the other. "If you or they feel overwhelmed by the unexpectedness of my presence, we can instead make arrangements to complete this task at a later date. When no one will be caught off guard." Kolivan carefully brushed his hands down Lance's sides, gently untangling them to hang lax at his sides. "Do not give up just yet over shock."

Keith was glaring still at the other demon, but his fierceness was tempered by the confusion twisting his brows. “Lance, you can’t leave us.” Keith pleaded.

“I don’t want to.” Lance sobbed, pressing into his demon more.

“Then we are all on the same page, Lance.” Adam spoke softly, waving his hand at the wrist towards Shiro, trying to get the man to turn off his arm’s defense mechanism.

“Just come inside, Lance. We can talk. We just want to talk.” Shiro said while taking deep breaths, willing his magic from his hand. “We can figure this out. Together.”

“I can’t.” Lance shook his head, eyes shut tight. He clutched at his demon’s hand. “Not with… I can't give up Kolivan. I Don't want to. Please, please don’t make me.”

In response Shiro’s hand began to flicker in and out. Keith carefully moved to his witch’s side, never turning his back on the pair on their stoop. The fire demon placed a steadying hand to his wind witch’s arm.

The sight brought another sob from Lance. “I’m sorry.” He went to turn and move around Kolivan to flee. The demon surprised him by blocking him with his arm.

“Not yet, love. Don’t give up yet.” Kolivan pulled his sobbing witch close, choosing to ignore the rising heckles on the one bonded pair in front of him. He then turned his attention on the four they came to see. “I apologize for my behavior upon our meeting. I should not have met your hostility with my own. Had it been during other circumstances, I would like to believe I would have been rational in my behavior, having recognized your fear. I acted poorly, and upon my own elevated emotion from bonding. That however is no excuse for my actions. And seeing how it is affecting my bonded’s pack, it brings me great pain.” Kolivan paused to meet the watery eyes of his witch staring up at him. He swept his hand gently across his mark on his witch. “Please, do not take our first meeting against your packmate. I wish to make amends so he may remain with his pack as long as both choose it. I will abide by any rules you’d place upon me, that keeps me at his side, so you may speak at ease. I will even submit to being sealed. But please do not allow Lance to walk away without speaking. Even if you are to go your separate ways, you all deserve closure.” With his last words Kolivan slowly kneeled before the others and lowered his head in submission. He however never took his hold off of Lance. The water witch wrapped his arms tightly around his demon’s neck. Pressing their cheeks together. Lance’s mouth was moving but no words slipped pass. But Kolivan felt the gratitude his witch felt clearly, even through the fear that hadn’t really ebbed.

The other four stared flabbergasted for a minute. Adam was the first to find his composure. He pushed up his glasses before turning to look at the tightly pressed lips on Shiro’s face. The powerful witch tried to contain his words. Keith was not being subtle in looking between his witch and the submitting demon. Since shiro wasn’t going to answer the question, Adam decided to take it up. “Agreed. However multiple seals. You had no issue bypassing Lance’s seal. And I wish to be the one to make them.”

“Are you out of your mind, Adam?!” Shiro whirled on him, ignoring his demon’s attempt to settle him.

“I will submit to your terms.” Kolivan interjected before it was lost in the coven’s bickering.

“Shiro, stop.” Curtis hissed at the witch. His eyes shifted towards Lance who was slowly sinking to the ground with his demon, embracing in consolation. Even if the stench of fear wasn’t pouring off their covenmate, the trembling gave it away to the humans. “Do you want to, Lance? Because if you do, please put up a fuss. We know how you feel. We understand, but through no fault of his own Lance does not. And his demon is holding out a hell of an olive branch for us. So unless we want to lose him, I suggest we take it.”

“But…”

“He’s terrified, Shiro.” Keith said quietly pulling on his bonded arm. “Lance, our packmate is terrified. Of us.”

“He agreed to be bound. I will make sure they are all sound seals. But if they leave, I don't think we will ever see him again, nor his family. We know he didn’t return home after leaving here. His demon is trying to help us fix this. Whatever happened.” Adam tried to reason with his coven-head and friend.

“This can’t just be about the fight. Lance and I fight all the time. He’s never been like this.”

“I don’t want to force anyone,” Lance spoke up not meeting the others gaze but facing them. “We can just go. I won’t bother you anymore. I’m sorry I’m still such a burden to you. I’m so sorry I wasn't grateful enough. I can’t ask more of any of you.” He turned back to his demon, “Please kolivan, we need to go now.” Lance spoke softly in Spanish.

Shiro looked shocked for a moment at the words of his pupil, before shifting to pain as he brought himself closer to the pair. “Hey, hey, none of that. You aren’t a burden to this coven, Lance. I don’t… what do you feel a need to be grateful for? Just come inside. Come back home and we can work this out.” He slowly lowered himself down to crouch at their level.

“Lance, we know your bond is new. That can make you feel very dependent on your demon, but we can chat just us while he stays out here can’t we?” Curtis asked coming up behind Shiro. Curtis and Shiro’s eyes widened as Lance clutched tightly to Kolivan’s hand and pressed more into his chest.

“I don’t want our bond severed. Please, we can just leave. We won’t be your problem anymore.” Lance pleaded shaking his head.

Keith stepped back at the words, like he’d been hit. His own pain being felt by his witch. “You think we’d forcefully severe your bond without your consent. Lance, you…” Keith’s words caught in his throat.

“Lance, we aren’t trying to trick you.” Shiro said softly, reaching out for his pupil. He carefully placed his hand on his knee with a quick glance to the larger demon. He let out a breathe to see his submitting posture had not changed. “None of us would do that to you. That kind of thing is very painful, and damaging to both your body and mind. Nothing would make me do that to you against your wishes. No matter how I feel about your familiar.”

“Lance, go to your room with your familiar while I work on the seals.” Adam spoke up his features firm but neutral in their expression. “I’ll call you down to the kitchen when we are ready. You can relax for a bit, or even pack up your things if you want incase you choose to leave after. But till then, go show off your room to your familiar like i know you were looking forward to before this fiasco. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Adam…” Keith cut in only to be silenced by Curtis with a gesture.

Shiro carefully stood and helped Lance up. He moved off to one side after Kolivan took to his feet once more, bowing his head at Adam and then Shiro. “Thank you for compromising with us, to facilitate this discussion.” He still held tight to Lance’s hand. The other still hunched in on himself carefully regarding his coven.

“Thank you for not fleeing with him at first request.” Curtis said to the demon before looking to his now diminutive packmate. He cocked his head towards the doorway and moved out of the path. Shiro and Keith turned the other way as Lance regarded each of his cove carefully before practically darting into the house and up the stairs, pulling Kolivan along by their joined hands.

#kolivance #voltron #Lance #kolivan #witches and demons

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atruththatyoudeny · 6 years ago

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Happy 1D Fanworks Appreciation Day!

I want to thank all the amazing authors and artists who make this fandom as special as it is.

Here are all the fics I read and loved this month: (this is going to be looong)

I don't want a taste (I want it all) || thedaggerrose (blessedfetish) || "Fuck me yourself you coward" AU - college - crack - humour - 3k

The AU where Harry tells Louis to go fuck himself, Louis tells Harry to fuck him himself, and Harry follows through.

Always || JamieJam93 || amnesia - references of past depression - 85k

Thousands, if not millions, of fans had been right. Harry and Louis had been in love and together for four whole years. They were 'the dream team'; the couple that made others sick while simultaneously envious.

But thousands of fans had been right about something else too. The pressure had been too much. The fame had been too much. The closet had been too much, and, four years after the pair swore to each other that nothing could break them on the night of their first kiss in 2010, they broke up.

Fast forward to 2018, on the night of One Direction's last ever concert, and Harry has yet to move on. It's not as sad as it seems-he still lives his life and, for the most part, he's happy-but he knows that Louis was his one true love and is trying to prepare himself for a life completely without the other when an accident erases Louis's mind of all of his memories. In reliving the moments with him, trying to make him remember, Harry comes to find that maybe he never really forgot them at all and maybe, like him, he hadn't moved on either.

Enjoy The Ride || 2tiedships2 || a/b/o - strangers to lovers - road trips - fluff - 11k

The one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

Whisper The Wind || jacaranda_bloom || strangers to lovers - surfing - fluff - 36k

The one where Louis rides an elevator that may change his life forever, Harry loves the ocean but is a terrible surfer, Liam proves not all heroes wear capes, and Niall might actually have all the answers.

A kiss to build a dream on || noellehenry || Christmas - social media - pining - 17k

Harry has a brief encounter with a handsome stranger at the local Christmas Fair, the romantic kiss they share changes everything.

Harry is determined to find his Prince Charming and sets up a tumblr blog with help from his best friend Niall, owner of the locally famous Steamin' mugs.

Let the challenge begin!

Enter the Rose Garden || angelichl || a/b/o - friends to lovers - 10k

Soft heats make omega Louis clingy. Enter alpha Harry.

I been feeling high when I touch your body || Anonymous || gym - boxing- 17k

Harry is a boxer, Louis is an architect and Liam is the worst cupid that could ever exist.

The Pink Ghost of Princess Park || objectlesson || PWP - humour - sex toys - established relationship - light dom/sub - 7k

The thought of the vibrator does not go away. It’s sitting there collecting dust all through January, and every time Harry and Louis have to leave town for a press event or a show or to record or what have you, they come back home, and it’s still there, the Pink Ghost of Princess Park, the fucking glittery haunting that Harry cannot stop thinking of Louis stuffing up his arse.

Leave Your Mark On Me || FullOnLarrie || a/b/o - restaurant - mating bond - friends with benefits - enemies to friends to lovers - 32k

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

You Can't Change The Rolling Tide || LiveLaughLoveLarry || sailing - enemies to friends to lovers - childhood friends - friends to lovers - 25k

Louis lives on a tiny island off the coast of England and runs a sailboat touring company. When Niall is sidelined for the summer after his knee surgery, Louis needs a temporary new partner. Who better to fill that role than Harry, recently returned to the island after five years away? Louis is pretty sure there are plenty of better options. They don't get along until they do.

Take Care Down By The Water || shyserious || fantasy - magical realism - celtic mythology - fluff - angst - 37k

Louis has spent his summers at his Granny's in the Isle of Barra for almost as long as he could remember.

This summer wasn't supposed to be any different, but the little Scottish island turned out to be harbouring more than just the gorgeous white beaches, the clear waters, and the town drunk scaremongering the foreign tourists.

Pray Till I Go Blind || el_em_en_oh_pee || religion - religion kink - demon - homophobia - blasphemy - 19k

Louis is (kind of) a preacher. Harry is (probably) a demon. Of course, nothing's as simple as that.

This is not a love story.

Nocturne || rosegoldhl || fairy tale - fantasy - action/adventure - pining - 36k

Harry is a goblin living in the woods, entirely enthralled with a human named Louis.

I'm still learning to love || literato || minor character death - kid fic - pining - fluff - light angst - 74k

An au where Harry has almost everything in the world except for the will to move on.

Tell Me Your Secrets || dimpled_halo || For A Good Time Call AU - enemies to friends to lovers - dirty talk - phone sex - humour - fluff - angst - 17k

A For a Good Time Call au where Harry and Louis get off on the wrong foot when they first meet. When dire circumstances forces them to become roommates, Harry finds out some things about Louis that he doesn't expect will help him discover some things about himself.

We come in line || starsinoureyes || The Switch AU - mpreg - fertility clinic - 19k

Harry decides to have a baby on his own, Louis doesn't agree it's a good idea but lets him do it anyway. It took seven years and Harry getting artificially inseminated for them to find each other. Louis has a secret he didn't tell Harry and it might affect their family. Also featuring: a pre-pregnancy party, fertility clinics and pregnancy scares.

Sugar, butter, flour || EmmyLouWho || Nailed it! (TV) Fusion - reality tv - pining - 5k

Louis watches Harry start to pour icing onto his half-raw, still hot cookie, and tries to hold in his groan. He isn't sure if they’ve ever had a contestant on the show who tried so hard…and yet completely failed at every single step.

You can’t rig the show to help a contestant, he tells himself. Even if they’re adorable.

dopamine || Only_angel_28 || collge/university - meet-cute - social experiments - fluff - strangers to lovers - 7k

Louis honestly doesn’t know how he gets himself into these types of situations.

Well, actually, that’s a lie. He’s doing this because he needs the money, and because he’s curious. And, okay, maybe because he might be a little bit lonely too. He has always had what his mother affectionately calls an “adventurous spirit.” Couple that with being a (tragically single) broke grad student and voila! here he is scrawling his signature on a release form provided by the university’s sociology department. Essentially, he is agreeing to snog a stranger on camera for the sake of science.

Shouldn’t be a problem, right? All he has to do is lock lips with a (hopefully) fit bloke, collect his money, and be on his way. Easy peasy. Little does he know, fate has other plans for him in the form of one adorably quirky art student who goes by the name of Harry Styles.

Best kind of bad something || wildestdreams || established relationship - angst - fluff - ambiguous/ open ending 40- k

A NorCal AU where Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

What, like it's hard? || starkidpatronus || Legally Blond Fusion - girl direction - enemies to friends to lovers - enemies to lovers - humour - fluff - 25k

In which Harry goes to law school to win back her man, but gets a lot more than she bargained for.

Tell Me This Is Paradise || QuickedWeen || girl direction - smut - 5k

Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out.

Your rainbow will come smiling through || hazkaban || Cinderella Story AU - minor character death - bullying - fairy tale retelling - 17k

When harry isn't working at his stepfather's cafe, he's trying to make swim captain and trying to finish all his coursework on time. when he's not doing any of those things, he's talking to the boy he met on the oxford hopefuls subreddit. when they decide to meet, he's elated. he finally gets the chance to meet the boy he's been crushing on! when the day comes to meet his prince, he learns that his online crush is none other than louis tomlinson, captain of the football team and friend of his terrible stepbrothers. now harry has to decide whether telling louis the truth is the right choice or if it's better to just let sleeping dogs lie.

From, your secret admirer || flicker_album || secret admirer - Valentine's Day - tumblr - mentions of anxiety - 13k

The one where Louis is Harry's Tumblr crush so he sends him secret admirer messages for Valentine's Day

Every Story Has Its Scars, Ours Is a Brand New Start || Rearviewdreamer || strangers to lovers - hurt/comfort - domestic violence - angst - dubious consent - implied mpreg - kid fic - 62k

Life as a devoted husband and an amazing father turned out to be a little different than Louis had expected. Everyone tells him it doesn't have to be that way; that he's worth more and that he's so much stronger than any one person trying to keep him down. It's all just words though until he meets the one person who makes him truly believe it.

The Pain Is For Pleasure || lovelarry10 || BDSM - established relationship - 67k

Louis and Harry have been together for a few months. Everything is great, but there’s one question burning in the back of Louis' mind - why won’t Harry have sex with him?

I Just Wanna Get Back to Us || louiesunshine || soulmate-identifying marks - angst - post-divorce - exes to friends to lovers - mutual pining - getting back together - slow burn - 62k

Or, where Harry and Louis are divorced soulmates who are seeing each other for the first time in two years.

Soup Of The Day || jacaranda_bloom || strangers to lovers - minor injury - hurt/comfort - 20k

The Restaurant AU where Louis and Niall are chefs, Chicago is windy, and cracking the big time is harder than they ever imagined. But when a mysterious man starts grading Louis' soups by leaving little piles of rocks, could it be just the thing they need to get them on the road to success?

Bleeding Love || momentofclarity || girl direction - enemies to lovers - famous/non-famous - 27k

Louis is an animal rights activist who throws red paint at fur coat wearing it-girl Harry Styles. Then there's a crack in the surface and something new starts bleeding through.

Oh, Darling My Heart's On Fire (For You) || aiienharry || girl direction - fluff - angst - 33k

Two girls fall in love on a road trip that was supposed to last a week and a half, but it ends up feeling like a lifetime.

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This || MrsStylinson || fake/pretend relationship - escort - angst - heartbreak - fluff - friends to lovers - 30k

Loosely based on The Wedding Date. Inspired by 27 Dresses. Basically, Fake Boyfriend AU with a twist. Louis' sister is unknowingly getting married to the ex who broke his heart. When faced with the prospect of turning up alone, Louis panics and hires a corporate escort named Harry. General chaos and epic jealousy ensues.

#28th appreciation #1d fanworks appreciation day #fic rec #my reads #my fic rec #monthly reads #1d fanfiction #larry fics

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darksiders-scenarios · 7 years ago

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Yay! I'm assuming gender neutral is the norm so that's fine. :) How about Lilith's human s/o introducing her to their parents once humanity is brought back and she's actually worried about it only to discover after the s/o explains what happened and how Lilith protected them and loves the s/o and they love her that the parents are actually really accepting. How would she react? Maybe a cuddling scene after the meeting since her s/o loves her. Lilith fluff can be hard but I have faith in you. :D

~This was a bit rushed and it was hard to write :( I think I made Lillith uncharacteristically too kind.

It has only been three months since humanity has been restored. Although the Demon queen was furious that her plans of commanding an army of Nephilims were thwarted, her fury had dwindled instantly when you had released a squeal of utter delight at the return of your race. It was the happiest she had ever seen you. And your happiness was her happiness.

One day, your demeanour changed which prompted the Demoness to question you.

"I want to see my parents," you muttered miserably. Smiling gently, Lilith placed a slender finger under your chin and tilted up. "Of course, you do," she purred. "And you shall."

The way your face lit up so brightly was something that still warmed her heart to this day. "But I don't know where to find them," you added unnecessarily.

Lilith huffed a disapproving tut. "You forget who I am, child."

You almost slapped yourself. Of course, almost anything was possible for the Mother of Demons. "Can you locate them? Like right now?"

The Queen chuckled. "I will teleport you to your realm once I have done so. When you are finished, call for me and I will return you here." Lilith turned around, already reciting the spell to feel for your blood family on Earth when you grabbed her hand unexpectedly.

"Come with me," you pleaded. The determined look in your eyes mesmerised her.

Her smile never faltered and you were worried about her reaction. Then she laughed. It was light, beautiful and mellifluous. "Y/N," she hummed, "Do you believe that your parents will take delight in meeting the Queen of the race that enjoyed slaughtering your people?"

It was a rhetorical question but you answered nonetheless. "Yes."

Lilith couldn't help but run her fingers through your hair tenderly. Whilst hers was soft and silky, yours was unkempt and rough to the touch. And she loved it. She was about to speak again when you beat her to it.

"I'm still here, aren't I?" you mumbled, eyes following her fingers as they traced along your jaw line. "You could've killed me ages ago but well… you never did," her hand cupped your cheek, her lovely emerald eyes taking you in. "You protected me from everything, including your own race. So yes, my parents will be proud to meet you."

There was a brief pause as Lilith continued to caress your face. 'So naïve,' she thought. 'So sweet, so innocent.' It almost saddened her sometimes.

"Very well," she said at last, taking pleasure in your elated gasp. "But it is not possible for me to travel to Earth due to the Charred Council's restrictions." At your sombre expression, she added, "However, I can transport your parents here," her brows furrowed thoughtfully, "But I do suggest you speak to them first."

"That's good enough for me," you exclaimed happily, enclosing your arms around her waist and sighing as she returned the gesture.

You were crushed in a suffocating embrace the moment your parents recognised you at the doorway. After your heart-warming reunion, Lilith observed, through the magical orb in front of her, with a mixture of fascination and amusement at your hurried explanations about your 'amazing friend' and the way your parents' reactions ranged from fascination to bewilderment and horror at the mention of 'Demon Queen'. But the more you recounted the way she protected you post-Apocalypse, the less fearful they appeared and were eventually persuaded to be introduced to her in her homeland. Although they still seemed apprehensive about venturing to Hell, they were reassured that nothing will harm them because you trusted Lilith with all your heart.

At last the signal came. Holding your parents' hands, you whispered, "We're ready, Lily," before a flash of light enveloped you and you were back in the familiar throne room that you've come to love so dearly. At a sweeping glance of the room, you raised an impressed brow at your friend. The Demoness had conjured an illusion to mask the more… gory aspects of the chamber. You parents didn't seem as spooked as you thought they would be and this relieved you.

"Mum, Dad," you exclaimed cheerily, grinning at them, "I want you to meet the Mother of all Demons."

Lilith slowly rose from her throne as the two humans stared at her gobsmacked. Although she was used to that kind of attention, it was the first time where she felt - dare she say it - self-conscious. The sentiment was welcomed though, she convinced herself as she locked gaze with yours. You were still grinning proudly, as if you were introducing a dear flatmate to your parents.

Your mum made the first move. "Thank you," she blurted.

Lilith blinked. "For what reason, human?"

"For taking care of our child," your dad chipped in.

Her smile slowly faded. She felt you grab her arm and you beamed at her raised eyebrows. "Don't look so surprised," you laughed, "Told you they'd be proud."

"Indeed you have," she breathed, as if unsure of herself.

"We thought Y/N was still dead," your dad said, "Everyday, we watched the news, hoping to see our little Y/N alive and well. We almost lost hope…" he trailed off and you felt your eyes well up with tears.

"We are really grateful for all that you've done for Y/N," you mum took over.

You were about to speak until you felt Lilith's hand rest on top of your head. "If not for you," she murmured, "Y/N would have never existed," you glanced at her wide eyed whilst her other hand squeezed your shoulder softly. "And my life would have been dull and purposeless." Your parents' mouth gaped open, their shocked gazes flitting between you and Lilith, as if wondering how on earth you could sway such a powerful, potentially menacing demon into doubt and uncertainty.

You can only feel your smile spreading ridiculously wide.

The evening passed pleasantly and your parents' demeanours have relaxed noticeably, replaced with deepening affection and admiration for the Demon queen as she narrated the events of her discovery of you and the bond you now shared. She declared that your parents were welcomed in her palace anytime and already, their statuses have been elevated in the second kingdom. Your parents affirmed that you were safest in the hands of Lilith and you observed with amusement that Lilith's own behaviour has relaxed visibly. When night came, they were transported back to Earth and at last, you were alone with your demon friend in her chamber.

"Well," you grinned, "I guess you're one of us now."

"Such words would spring dangerous consequences," she mock retaliated, "To be brought down to the same level as humans." She chuckled at your pout and tapped your lips. "But I will let it slide for now."

"But let's face it," you smirked. "You have their blessings."

Lilith smiled fondly at your teasing smirk and wrapped you in her arms, breathing in your scent and you hummed happily at the warmth of her body. Once, she cared little about the fate of humans, focusing only in furthering her goals but of course, that all changed when she met you.

Dropping a kiss on top of your head, she mused on how a small breakable thing like yourself had so much power to shift her perspective with barely an effort.

Something akin to worry swirled in her chest the longer she stared at your now sleeping face, smile still plastered on your lips. You didn't know about her involvement before the Apocalypse, which was perhaps the catalyst that set things in motion. Would you still desire to stay with her should you ever find out?

That thought was immediately halted when she felt you shift, sleepily clutching her arm as if you could sense her conflicting thoughts. She sighed softly and tightened the embrace.

Humanity was resurrected, she affirmed to herself. It was enough.

#darksiders #death #war #strife #fury #you can come out now #lilith #she has hair?#darksiders 2

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imagine-darksiders · 8 years ago

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I'm sorry to bother you, but I've been going through a really rough time lately. Definitely not trying to guilt you into anything, but you would 100% make my day if you would do this one. How do you think Vulgrim and the Watcher would react to their s/o confessing that they hate living with their emotionally abusive parents, but have nowhere else to go because of their disability? (Btw, your blog is the best.

Hey, guess what….

Vulgrim: The merchant recoils at the sheer magnitude of your trust in him despite how completely unprepared he is for the seriousness and momentousness of your confession. He’s so surprised that he doesn’t register the details of the information you’ve given him for a long moment. But when he does.. ..

Vulgrim is a demon; as such, cruelty and malice are hardly anything new, but to hear that you’re suffering at the hands of your parents without a hope of escape? His lips curl into a wicked snarl, fangs glinting in the dull light of his hollow. The demon’s reaction unnerves you somewhat, having been more accustomed to seeing Vulgrim with a smirk or, more infrequently, a genuine smile on his face. The way his long claws dig into the rock that he’d previously been leaning on makes you cringe when you see the sharp indents they leave behind. You peer up at Vulgrim as he works his jaw agitatedly and casts his verdant eyes around the hollow in deep thought.

After a long moment in which you watch him anxiously, wondering whether or not you did the right thing by telling him about your abusive parents. After another beat of tense quiet, Vulgrim’s gaze snaps back down to meet your own, nervous one. He seems to deflate upon seeing the expression on your face, anger seeps out as a hiss through clenched teeth and he offers you a grim smile. “A thousand pardons, dear Y/n,” he croons, shaking his vestigial wings in a gesture that feigns nonchalance, “but I believe that I may have a solution to your problem.” The demon grins wickedly and begins to reach into one of his many pouches that hang from his side.

“Vulgrim,” you warn, halting his hand as it hovers above a pouch, “It can’t involve murder.”

He blinks down at you, then grumbles as he retracts his hand irritably. Despite the somber atmosphere lingering in the air, you laugh and make a show of rolling your eyes up at him. The demon snorts, the corner of his mouth quirking up a little at, secretly glad that he’d made you smile. Vulgrim’s face grows uncharacteristically serious afterwards though as he peers down at you with a thoughtful expression. Then he opens his mouth, almost hesitantly and says, “I don’t have much in way of friends,” he begins, making you raise a sarcastic eyebrow before he continues, “But those I do have, I would rather keep-” Vulgrim pauses, seeming to mull over his next words carefully as though unsure whether or not he should say them, “-….safe,” he finishes at last and even manages to look vaguely surprised that he’d uttered something so sentimental.

Gazing up at him with your mouth hanging open slightly in awe, you raise a hand to point it at yourself dumbly, “I-I’m your…friend?” you ask incredulously. The demon shoots you a frustrated glare.

“Of course you are,” Vulgrim scolds you gently, “and as such, it wouldn’t sit well with me if I allowed you to continue as you are….” You weren’t entirely sure what Vulgrim had meant in that moment, but you didn’t have to wait too long to find out, as you discovered that the overly watchful demon never intended for you to return home alone that day. Your parents were flummoxed at the sudden appearance of a Serpent hole embedded into the floor of your bedroom, but before they could grill you on its origin, Vulgrim made his presence and intentions well known right then and there.

He’d be keeping an eye on you from now on, and if he saw something he didn’t like (”and believe me, I see all,” he warns) he’d make sure they wouldn’t repeat the same mistake ever again.

The Watcher: Distantly, the wispy sprite finds himself wondering when he’d become so damned soft. ‘Of course,’ he ponders grumpily, ‘this is all your fault.’ The Watcher glares at you where you sit on your bed with head hidden in both hands. If he looks carefully, he can make out the wetness of your cheeks through the cracks in your fingers. He shouldn’t care. Really, he shouldn’t. A human suffering is nothing to feel bad about.

But…. if you’d taught the Watcher anything over the relatively short expanse of time that you’ve known him, it’s how to care.

‘And to Hell with you for it’, he thinks halfheartedly, not really believing his own conviction. Life was so much simpler before he started to feel things that weren’t contempt, disdain or maliciousness.

You’d told him how your parents have been treating you; a fact that not only made his multiple eyes narrow vehemently, but also caused something in his chest to twist tightly with worry and empathy. The Watcher wrings his hands agitatedly as he wracks his brains for how on Earth he could comfort you, understanding just how much you’re suffering. Hesitantly, he reaches out a long, spindly hand and allows it to hover over your head for a moment. Swallowing mentally, he lowers it slowly until it comes to rest on top of your head gently. The Watcher tenses when you freeze at the unexpected contact. After a few moments of stillness, he deems it safe to give your hair a few tentative strokes, having experienced the soothing motion firsthand countless times from you.

“It, ah…” he stumbles, grimacing at the croak in his own voice, “I may only be an ignorant sprite, but…” he chuckles awkwardly at the nickname, “….but it will be alright.” His promise causes you to at last raise your head from your hands and give him a watery smile. Had he a mouth, the Watcher would have returned the gesture. Even so, he tilts his head to one side and squints his eyes, hoping that it’s enough to replicate the gesture. But if nothing else, it serves to make your smile a little wider, and that’s just fine with him.

The Watcher’s many eyes hold yours in a steady gaze as he continues to stroke his hand down your hair, over your neck before coming to rest on your shoulder.

“I wish I could take you away from here,” he suddenly confesses quietly, “I wish I could take you away from this. You’re the sole creature in existence who’s shown me even a glimmer of kindness.” At his sincere words, you find yourself placing one of your own hands on top of his as you stare at him, enraptured. If the Watcher notices your hand, he doesn’t say.

“I can’t take you though,” the sprite mutters gloomily, but perks up after a brief pause for thought, “But what I can do, is stay here, with you.” There’s excitement in his voice, matched only by your own hopeful anticipation and he looks at you expectantly. But despite your buzz of sudden elation, you still have questions.

“W-won’t the Council need you?” you swallow thickly, hardly daring to get your hopes up. The Watcher waves his hand dismissively.

“Bah, the Council hardly notices if one of us goes missing, I can assure you. The members of my race are a dime a dozen,” he explains, “there are literally thousands of us. I can stay.” The sprite regards you with an oddly gentle expression, tendrils ghosting over your legs coolly. Your heart lifts exponentially at his words, but despite yourself, there is one last burning question you need answering.

“Why?” you croak hesitantly. The Watcher’s eyes widen in shock.

“Why?!” he exclaims, “Well, because you deserve better than this.” He gestures at you, then out the door and to the rest of your house. “And…” he grumbles lowly, “…because you’re worth more than this.”

The way you look at him after he forces that sentence out is enough to make him squirm.

True to his word, the Watcher becomes a permanent resident of your home, living up to his namesake exceedingly well. You find that despite his relatively scrawny appearance, he can be a tenacious and terrifying protector when you’re in even the slightest bit of distress.

#darksiders #imagine darksiders

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