#edit: ALSO SUPER MINOR HC THING!!!

[throughgoalsandbaskets]

i have an idea i think is cute/cool, feel free to ignore of course!

can i get fluff hcs or a drabble of a yandere solomon w a willing mc who trusts him blindly and trusts no one else?

Super short, I wrote this during class :(

Also super sorry this is crazy late, I've been on a tight schedule and haven't had the time to sit and think about how I'd write this so it's rushed and messy, I may come back to this and edit it to be longer in a few days

Also this is less yandere and more possessive, mainly because I don't see him as a very violent yandere, more just possessive or manipulative

yandere!Solomon x trusting!darling

Brief warning for mentions of body horror to a child (made up story by the slimy bastard /aff)

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"Mammon tried to make a pact with me. Said it was to keep me safe."

A still pause occurred.

"And did you?" The sorcerer's eyes raked over the room to your curled up form, sat on the bed with a blanket in your lap and book in your hand.

The sigil on the back of your neck burned with the masked fury of the immortal, and you gave a snort despite the discomfort.

"Who do you take me for?" Silence envelopes the room once again as Solomon blinked before smiling eyes narrowing a sliver. He nods in silent approval as he stands from his chair.

A hand ghosts the back of your neck, and the magically tattooed figure on the skin soothed as his anger dissipated. He hummed and cupped it, your head bowing along to accommodate the action.

"My good, adorable apprentice." You shudder softly.

Yes, that's how it'd been for quite some time now. Sure, it was wrong. You weren't stupid. But you merely didn't care.

Chapped lips pressed into. Yours with a thumb tilting your chin, and your eyes shut as you feel the familiar warmth of a spell being cast on you. Solomon never told you what it was. That's how it always was, and how it'd always be.

When the kiss ended, the warmth faded and settled deep into your bones. You'd come to associate this particular warmth with protection.

The sorcerer was all yours, and no amount of prying or pushing from otherworldly beings such as the demons who'd kidnapped you or the angels who were too kind would ever have him slipping away from you.

He certainly wouldn't let you go without a fight, anyways.

- There is no doubt in my mind Solomon would be a casually possessive yandere. He'd thrive if you were so trusting towards him, and would get a power trip if it's only him you seem to trust

- I like to imagine he'd have taken advantage of the immediate mistrust that came with the whole "summoned into another world by stranger demons who claim this and that" to swoop you off your feet. After all, wouldn't you trust the only human around?

- the sigil on the back of your neck is like a pact I like to think, something he has to mark you as his. It burns and warms with his emotion like one, too, so if he's mad it'll get uncomfortably hot and if he's happy, it'll simmer down

- he'd definitely cast magic on you without telling you what it is, though. I picture him doing anything from tracking spells to minor love spells (as needed if needed at all) to wards to get otherworldly beings to back off

- you probably still live at the HoL officially, but you definitely spend your time with him 24/7

- after all, who knows what those rotten demons may do to you if you're not kept safe and sound? You certainly don't trust the people who kidnapped you, and Solomon feeds into that by sharing stories of all the bad things demons have done to him and others

- speaking of, he'd probably not be the kind of yandere to get his hands dirty, I imagine he'd wind up probably being a lot more manipulative and let his magic do the trick

- oh, a demon offered you something that was supposedly human safe, but you didn't take it anyways? Smart choice, has he told you of the time one of those pathetic monsters offered a child candy that melted the poor kid's insides?

- he'd be possessive, manipulative, and would definitely twist stories to keep you relying on the only human around— him

[gingerjolover]

Just food for thought, in lots of jb smut we see her saying “you did so good for me” and “good girl” right?so I’ve been wondering how she would be dealing with a brat.

Like she could be a condescending dom? or mean but not in a rough way; more of a “i’ll tease you and let you brat out for days until you use your words.” Maybe she’s more keen on using overstim as a punishment than denial? thoughts, wonders….

omg i was thinking about this the other day!!! (was re reading some of my fics and making some small edits)

let’s discuss! RPF smut, minors GFTO<3

truthfully, i cannot see jb as a mean dom

like no denial, no degradation, she’s not gonna make you cry (bc she’s being mean, you will cry from overstim, hc)

i think you’re right on the money sweet anon, say that you’re being bratty or like maybe just needing extra affection and you can’t articulate it, she puts out all the stops. she will be super sweet and teasing and let you throw your little fit and then she will hit a breaking point

i imagine it’s pre-travel or something, maybe yall have just been super busy and youre annoyed bc its almost like jb is your roommate? like that’s the vibe yall are just so busy that you keep missing each other

so you’re huffing and puffing and jb KNOWS, she knows, but she lets you have your little hissy fit and be all annoyed (bc she thinks you’re soooo cute when you are)

and then like 2 days before her trip or like the big house project is almost done, you joke about taking care of yourself bc jb won’t and suddenly the switch flips

“oh you think you could make yourself cum?” jb snickers, her eyes soft but smile cocky

“yeah, since you can’t,” you’d respond and jay’s eyes instantly darken

if you’re being a brat, jb LOVES hitting it from the back, like bending you over and holding your hair and hips is her fave ever. there’s something about your vulnerability in that position that drives her nuts

big fan of condescension. talks down at you but not to you? you know what i mean? like years streaming down your face, your body wriggling around because jb’s got you flat on your back, legs on her shoulders, she has the vibe right on your clit on the highest setting just be like “oh you poor thing,” while pouting down at you, her eyes all dark and devious

i think she also loves edging lol

like BIG fan of edging. she gives me the vibe that she would be absolutely pounding into to you from the back and the second your legs start to shake she pulls out, rubbing your butt softly as you whine

“hm, maybe you shouldn’t have been so bratty huh? maybe then i would let you cum— but you’re *so* impatient,” she would tsk at you AHHHH

anyways, fic on this?

[svltzmans]

boxer! hope mikaelson headcanons

a/n: i've been thinking about this hc for weeks guys i'm in love!

warnings: nsfw content (18+), mention of minor violence/injury, as always not edited just a bunch of thoughts

boxing is one of hope's favorite ways to exercise, and also one of her coping methods when she gets upset or angry

most of the time, hope uses a punching bag for her workouts

(something she knows won't get tired)

she boxes until her fingers blister, and her hands are too sore to continue

when hope works out, she pushes herself as hard as she can

and she doesn't mind getting a few badass injuries in the process

hope has definitely broken a few boxing bags, not realizing her own strength

she gets so enthralled with her punches that she doesn't think about it

she'd be an hour or so into her workout session, and the bag would just fly off the chain holding it up

the first time this happened, she just stared at it for a minute and burst out laughing

hope also sometimes likes to spar, and she'll usually get another supernatural to train with her

but one day you'd ask her if she wanted to spar with you

and she's honestly shocked, because you had never shown any interest in boxing before

she'd absolutely agree to train you

but not before teasing you a little

"i'm gonna go easy on you baby, don't worry"

she'd help you wrap your hands to protect them from getting blistered

she'd be super homoerotic about it, of course

"such pretty hands, baby. gonna show me how you use 'em?"

she'd let you pick out a pair of her gloves to borrow

(but you'd end up keeping them)

hope would start by having you punch the bag so that she could "see your skills"

but she actually just wants to watch you

because she thinks it's so hot that you're doing this with her

hope knew you were strong

but she didn't know you were that strong

she's in awe of your every move, watching you (seemingly effortlessly) throw punches

eventually she can't help herself and starts shouting praise your way

"there you go baby, that's it"

"such a strong girl, you're doing amazing"

"beat the shit out of that thing, pretty girl"

hope is too focused on you to notice that the chain holding the bag to the ceiling is starting to weaken

and eventually, the bag flies off and across the room

"oh shit!" you'd yell, thinking you'd owe the salvatore school a new punching bag

"damn love, you're too strong for the bag."

hope manages to fix the bag, hooking it back onto the ceiling

"think you're ready for me?" hope says, wrapping her own hands

"bring it on."

you and hope would start sparring, dancing around each other

and it would be almost impossible for you to focus, seeing the passion and intensity in hope's eyes

hope wasn't lying when she said she would go easy

her hits are gentle enough that they're not the slightest bit painful

she'd stop to check in a lot, double checking that she's not being too rough

and you'd do the same, even though she always had the same response

"i like it rough."

while trying to dodge a hit, hope loses her footing and lands on the gym floor below her

laughing, she pretends to collapse and just stays on the ground

instinctively, you'd straddle her, hovering above her

"knockout," you'd taunt, finally leaning in to kiss her

"seeing you about to beat me up is pretty hot," hope would mutter between kisses

"there's more where that came from," you'd say, pretending to throw a punch jokingly

you'd lay down next to hope, both of you staring at the ceiling

you'd just enjoy each other's company for a while

and hope would help you take off your hand wraps and gloves

(and probably kiss your hands because duh, she's a romantic)

i need to box with hope rn and exercise with her more after iykwim lmao

[jayesprite]

ok since i'm all done with college. here are "some" alpha kid college hcs

DIRK (Computer Science):

either did everything a month before during an insomnia episode when the syllabus got released or the night before it's due. he had a habit of pre-doing the coding projects and only when he learned the professor wanted them to be done a certain way he'd go back in and edit them (sometimes. sometimes he'd just turn it in stone-faced and still get good grades).

type of student to show up and turn in his work via canvas but then skip class regularly. the main thing that tanked his gpa was a lack of attendance because he'd go through several insomnia episodes and then pass out for three days straight.

has dropped class out of impulse before and because of that took multiple winter and summer classes.

well also his overall gpa was horrible freshman year because he hated gen ed classes. the only class he liked was an ethics class that counted towards a social studies credit. he did not shut up in that class because he'd go on tangents and just keep going.

otherwise he doesn't participate in classes. his classmates know him solely by his projects. when they make a class discord a classmate will post about a coding issue, dirk will ask for the raw code, come back half and hour later with corrections that ALWAYS worked, then never spoke again. repeat cycle. they're too scared to dm him.

sometimes hal would use dirk's nitro that d is paying for to super react to classmates' messages but that's about it

JAKE (Biology major who got on his knees and begged for a Film minor)

he doesn't have aesthetic notes but otherwise he is the picture perfect example of studytok. he spends a lot of his time studying/researching/etc, and almost never pulls an all-nighter because he loves his sleep so much. goes to bed at 11 wakes up at 7 on the dot.

has only had two late homeworks his entire college career and both times he thought he was going to pass out from anxiety emailing his professors explaining he had gotten sick and was unable to finish it on time.

generally very quiet in class but will speak when called on. he typically sends his discussion responses to jaye/jane first to look over to make sure they make sense. he hasn't told his professors this but he gets really good grades because of that and goes "aw shucks" whenever a classmate compliments them.

his participation grade is usually B-range because he won't go out of his way to talk because of anxiety. he tends to get in detailed discussions with classmates via email or discord, especially the film classes that he's taking. his film advisor is still confused why he didn't just pick it as a major because it's something he's incredibly passionate about.

lives at the school library because of his major, uses the school computers most of the time just for convenience sake. when asked he says it's because his laptop offers "too many distractions".

JAYE/JANE (English with a Creative Writing minor):

"Why English. She would be a business majo-" SHUT UP!!! I KNOW MORE THAN YOU. He knows that he has a job at Crocker Corp if he chooses to take it and his freshman year he was undeclared and was looking at the business classes for the major and thought he was going to die and all the other business majors he kept meeting hated him. After his breakdown his dad patted him on the back and told him that he could choose a major that made him happy, that he can always go back and get a business degree later on. So he picked english and accidentally fell down the creative writing pathway.

He writes a lot of detective noir and stories that explore the duality of the gilded age vs great depression and exploring capitalism as a way to cope with growing up as the heiress for this huge company. There are always lgbt+ characters.

Extremely active in discussions and is well-known by both his professors and his classmates for never shutting up but his contributions are interesting. Because of the media he grew up enjoying he pulls a lot of older references that his professors enjoy.

Does not do his homework in a timely manner. It always is done ON TIME, sure, but he pushes things to last minute or spends so much energy making sure everything is worked on properly that it's done early by accident.

forgets to check class discord servers but frequently in dms when he can get over his anxiety. he mostly has all of his friends read his drafts before he turns them in to class, and they all love his little OCs that he is constantly thinking about. he also has written essays for all of them that they've turned in as their own work. they never got caught.

ROXY (Initially also Computer Science, dropped out, took a gap year, now doing Architecture)

Went into Computer Science because she was undecided but went with what Dirk was doing. She joined a sorority her freshman year for the social aspect and it accidentally really fucked up her career pathway. Her teachers knew she was incredibly smart but she could not keep up the lifestyle she was living, and she failed out of her classes even with her friends' help.

Took a gap year and realized that she was not going to be able to do Computer Science based on Dirk's sophomore year work. her mom gave very similar advice to what jaye got, except it was more like "You don't need to take the obvious pathway, think about what you enjoy most and go with that." and she realized she really loves building and construction. That was her favorite part of building her robots. So after a gap year she started an architecture major.

Extremely hardworking in her major but struggles with deadlines. Her charisma helps her out a lot (plus accommodations) that lets her explain her way out of missing project check-ins. Her stuff is always done in time for critiques but she frequently misses in-progress ones because of how she works.

She's EXTREMELY popular in her major. She has a ton of friends and they frequently camp out in the architecture building working on projects together. She uses her college dollars to get snacks for everyone and shows up with them. She tends to stay in the building until 4am and Dirk comes to pick her up. He doesn't mind because he's happy she's working so hard.

She's on track to graduate the year after everyone else does!! (She doesn't know that one of her professors is ready to give her an entry-level job at his firm when she does)

[onlyymirknows]

Reijean suggestion from @beautyisinkonpaper based off of their hc’s

Plot: Reiner casually brings up a traumatic memory from his past during an intimate moment with Jean. Angst and comfort ensues.

WC: 1.7k

Notes: Not really edited or super proof read since it's just for fun. Also, this is my first time ever writing smut so bear with me lmfao

18+ / minors dni

Jean knew he was in for a good night when after dinner Reiner looked at him with smoldering eyes and announced that he was still so hungry. The two just finished doing the dishes, Jean drying his hands as Reiner finished toweling off the last plate. “Oh yeah?” Jean asked with a smirk. “You have something in mind?”

Reiner didn’t even dignify the question with a response, instead opting to grab Jean by the shoulders and push him against the wall of their kitchen. Jean gasped slightly in surprise, which was music to Reiner’s ears. The start of a seductive symphony he was aching to conduct. With his boyfriend still pinned to the wall, Reiner landed a rough sloppy kiss, forcing himself inside Jean’s mouth and savoring the moan he got in response.

Whenever Reiner got into one of these states Jean knew he need only relax and let the man take charge of the situation. And take charge he did, pulling away from the passionate kiss to suck and bite at Jean’s exposed neck while reaching up a hand to grab his chin, keeping his head in place. Then Reiner hissed directly into Jean’s ear, “Be good for me and take off those pants,” before going back to dine on his throat.

Jean of course didn’t hesitate to comply. They were taking things a little faster than usual but he didn’t need much convincing. Once his pants were down, Reiner inched even closer to press a leg against his bulge. Jean couldn’t help but moan even louder than before and then whimper a little uhh huh when asked if he liked that.

Before he knew it Reiner was kneeling in front of him, taking all of Jean’s length in his mouth. “Ahh f-fuck Reiner. Nngh. You weren’t lying when you.. ah.. when you said you were mmgh still h-hungry.” He could feel the way his boyfriend smiled at that comment, even while sucking on his cock. Reiner for his part felt amazing hearing how much Jean was enjoying himself.

Still, a Jean who could talk was a Jean who hadn’t gotten enough pleasure yet so Reiner doubled his efforts. Sucking harder, bobbing faster, whatever it took to make his partner incomprehensible, he did with enthusiasm.

Soon enough Jean was fucked out of his mind, moaning and yelping just the way Reiner liked it. Not wanting the fun to end quite yet, he pulled Jean's dick from his mouth and started to pump it with his hands instead, intentionally slowing the pace to keep his man on the edge. His plan was to switch back so he could take all of Jean’s load down his throat when the time came but then it happened.

“You know, Jean, your dick tastes way nicer than a gun and it goes down much easier, too.” Reiner didn’t think anything of the statement, too distracted by lust to register how crazy he sounded. Jean almost missed it himself, so caught up in his pleasure that he barely comprehended what was said at first. “Ahh. Wh-what was that, Rei?” He asked with a breathy voice. Then the wheels in his head finished turning.

“Wait.” Jean sobered up immediately and looked down at his partner in horror. “Stop that and look at me, Reiner.” His voice was so assertive that Reiner flinched as he pulled his hands away and looked up to lock eyes with his boyfriend. The jarring transition from passionate bliss to palpable tension left Reiner feeling disoriented. Vulnerable, even.

“D-did you just say you’ve had a gun in your mouth before? When did that happen? Why did it?!” Jean couldn’t hide the distress in his voice, which made Reiner nervous. He shuffled away a little bit on his knees to make more distance between them. Was Jean mad at him? The idea upset him so much that he instinctively started apologizing, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Realizing his mistake, Jean quickly put his underwear back on and then immediately joined Reiner on the floor to give him a huge hug, holding him as tightly as possible. “Shh, Rei, don’t apologize. It’s okay. I’m not mad. We’re good.” It took a few minutes of this before Reiner regained his composure enough to speak again.

Before any discussion happened, though, Jean dutifully sat Reiner back at the table and wrapped their coziest blanket around his shoulders. Then he put the kettle on the fire to boil water for tea. Reiner stared at the table miserably and fiddled with his hands while they waited. Once the tea was ready Jean sat as close to him as possible and coaxed the story of his suicide attempt out of him. They talked late into the night, taking plenty of breaks for Reiner to cry and Jean to comfort him.

Partway through they relocated to their bed, where Jean made sure to hold Reiner until he finished his story and then faded off to sleep. The last thing Jean remembered thinking before he crashed was how he owed Falco a debt of gratitude for saving his man.

——-

The next afternoon Reiner awoke groggy having slept heavily the night before. At first he looked around the room confused by the amount of light beaming through the window. It must have been well past half day, why was he just waking up now? Then the events of the previous night came back to him and he just pulled the covers up over his face.

“Hey Reiner, you awake in there?” Jean walked through the doorway, swearing he heard movement. “I let you sleep in as long as you needed to since we were up so late.” He stepped lightly up to the bed and lifted the sheet that was conspicuously placed over his boyfriend. Underneath he saw Reiner, curled up into the fetal position and crying silently to himself. “Oh, Rei. What’s wrong?”

Jean climbed back into bed and grabbed his boyfriend, pulling him closer. He stroked the blond locks on the back of Reiner’s head, telling his love that everything was okay. Reiner just buried his face into Jean’s chest to sob for a while. They laid like this for what felt like hours until Reiner eventually fell back asleep from emotional exhaustion.

When Reiner woke back up again it was to the smell of his favorite soup, which Jean had waiting for him to eat in bed. “Hey babe,” Jean said with a sweet smile, “I made this for you since you’re not feeling good today.” Reiner nodded in response and offered his thanks, remarking, “I didn’t know we had the ingredients to make this.”

Hearing this made Jean beam, “We didn’t but I ran out and got them just for you while you were sleeping.” He passed a bowl over to Reiner, who started eating after a brief pause.

“This is really good as usual, Jean. Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.” They shared a brief peck on the lips before Jean replied, “Of course. Just for you, Rei.” The rest of the night passed by without incident, though Jean insisted they both get to bed early to catch up on their sleep. Reiner didn’t protest even a little bit and ended up falling back asleep only a couple of hours after the sun had set.

——-

Over the course of the next couple of days Jean did everything in his power to pamper his boyfriend. Cooking more of his favorite meals, being the big spoon in bed, and enduring multiple boring games of chess that he always lost because his boyfriend was just too good. Reiner had been so down since that night and Jean desperately wanted to see him smile again, no matter what it took. However, if anything, Reiner seemed to keep getting sadder.

On the third morning after yet another breakfast in bed is when Reiner finally cracked. “Jean, why are you doing this? Why are you being so god damn nice to me? I..” he held his forehead in his hands, “..I don’t understand.”

“What do you mean, Reiner? That’s just what partners do for each other.”

“No.. But this is different. This is.. this is t-too much. I don’t…” He trailed off, feeling overwhelmed by the thought that suddenly occupied all of his attention. That he didn’t deserve all of this.

Concerned, Jean sat down on the side of the bed next to Reiner and studied the expression on his face. It was unsettling to see that not only was Reiner crying again but that he looked like he was in physical pain. Jean moved Reiner’s hands away from his own face in order to start wiping away some of the tears.

“Hey,” the brunette’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, “what are you thinking? You can tell me anything. We’re on the same team, remember?”

Reiner opened his teary eyes to gaze up at Jean. “I.. I feel like I don’t really deserve this. I don’t deserve you being so nice to me. Not now.. not ever.”

“Rei, we’ve talked about this. You don’t have to keep holding all that over yourself… Wait why are you shaking your head?”

“Look, Jean. I do still mean it when I say that I can never make up for what I’ve done but…” he wrung his hands together nervously. This was really it, then, the time he would finally tell someone. “I’ve never felt like.. l-like I deserve kindness. For as long as I can remember. Usually I just accept it because I know it makes the other person happy but.. but this is s-so much. I feel s-so guilty when you’re this nice to me..”

Jean’s expression fell. He had no clue Reiner felt this way but when he thought about it more it made sense. Of course someone who grew up in his situation could end up feel so undeserving. “Reiner, babe, you deserve all the love I give you and more. And I will tell you that as many times as it takes to get it through your dense skull. Even if I have to tell you every day for the rest of our lives, I think it’s worth the investment.”

To say the floodgates on Reiner’s emotions flew open upon hearing that was an understatement. He started crying more than he had in years, but so much of it was from relief that he couldn’t help but smile. “Jean..” he sobbed, “thank you.”

“There’s that smile I wanted.” Jean leaned down for a kiss, never happier to see his boyfriend crying like a small child.

[sobashahzadi]

HI HELLO everyone

I’m known as soba online

I made an account because tumblr wouldn’t let me endlessly scroll through Tokyorev hcs and well here I am, many lovely online friends and hundreds of posts later

I like to draw, both digitally (still kinda suck) and traditionally, I write occasionally but not often, I make silly memes and try my best to be involved my comfort fandom; inablr

inablr I would say is recently my focus on my blog but I do also love:

-dr stone (will forever be my favourite animanga of all time)

-tokyo revengers (my second favourite deffo, I love my guys sm)

-mob psycho

-and a mix of loads of other things, like, Pokémon, FNAF, Fruits basket, tbhk, mlb, I could really go on forever

as a side note, I am a minor 🚶‍♀️ so just to keep in mind, also if your a pro shipper than I’d really prefer if you dni, it just makes me uncomfy,

oh ye!! And some of the tags I use rn on my blog are

#sobaart- which is just my art and

#sobarant- for when it’s just a text post or I’m just talking about something or even memes

anyways y’all, I really hope you enjoy my mess of a blog, and if your one of my mooties just know I basically consider u my friend and love u dearly <3

I’ll edit this later mayb mayb till then, keep being the super cool person you are!

HEY GUYS

popping in here again to say that the Inazuma Eleven Tumblr Family discord is officially ready to go!

anyone obssessed with the sakka sillies are welcome 🤗

please read the rules and introduce yourself!

For any concerns you can dm me if you’d like, but with that said I hope you enjoy your time there

[koskela-knights]

Smalltown Boy HCs & Lore dumping

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53524066/chapters/135478702

The fic is finished for a while now, so today I wanna share my thoughts and HCs behind this fic of gay! Ilmo 👀

Whatever my personal HC is regarding his sexuality (it switches constantly lol), I still HC Ilmo to have looked up to the lumberjacks and fishermen of his town and it's what inspired him to contribute to his community and try to save it 🥺 Together with a few other minor hints I tried to drop in there

More random ramblings, sorta spoilers and kind of me-lore dump about this whole fic becos I love talking about these things <3

Idk how accurate it would be in this part of the US + time, but my dad used to tell me stories when he was a young lad (in the 70-80s) nobody rly blinked an eye if he hung around with adults. Like on holiday, going on a boat trip with others that were non-family) But I liked that vibe/idea so I made the Koskela kids hang around the lumber mill etc. a lot when they were young and that those men were the father figures/role models after their own dad passed away.

I HC their parents being part of the Torchbearers but it was a secret for them until they got older and their mom finally came clean about what really happened to their dad. EDIT: In the final fic, it ends up to be Zeke who tells the Koskelas the secret. This also cements Ilmo and Jaakko's desire to follow in their parents' footsteps later in life.

The whole red thread of questions is inspired by the book Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe which is such a wonderful book ldkfdsj

The mention of the trailer park owner is how I imagine the reason for Ilmo to strive to become a better owner later in his life (as we can see with him 'taking care' of Saga's bills after she supposedly left Watery for a while. It was illegal but he's like fuck the government + class solidarity which I think is very fitting for him and Jaakko)

The conversation with Zeke was inspired by a scene in Moonlight where the MC asks his father figure about the F-slur.

In this story, Zeke is really one of the biggest inspirations for Ilmo to pursue the motor club thing, bike & cool jacket and all :')

Initially, Zeke was going to be gay but ICR what changed my mind 😅

Jaakko’s throwing hands is both a HC but also now more confirmed/supported by the dropped Cult lines Jaakko has where he expressed violent tendencies lmao

The Koskela kids sneaking into the mortuary is my attempt to show them learning to illegally sneak into things from an early age xD also to show their fuck the establishment vibes once more

Originally, the Prom fic was going to be the final chapter but then I finished writing the coming out scene with Jaakko and thought that'd be narratively more fitting to end the story on. So the prom fic became its own bonus thing :D

I wasn't gay in my early childhood/mid teenhood but homophobia and the gender binary were rampant in school. Which were partial inspirations for what Ilmo's dealing with in this story. I was a very gender non-confirming cis girl who looked androgynous and it fucking sucked in high school. I downright feared going to the public bathroom becos of catty girls talking shit behind my back, within my ear range of course)

Additionally, high school students knew if you were different. Whether you were super flamboyant or not, they'd notice something was 'off' about you. I noticed it happen to myself and to a friend of mine.

[the-owl-tree]

Thoughts on Bluestar?

this one's a toughie because i do have a lot of love for bluestar, i hold a lot of nostalgia for her as a character and i also do like the ideas her story puts into warriors but there's also a lot that's off to me.

it's already been pointed out the story of her kits in her super edition doesn't make sense, there's no real reason why she can't ask thrushpelt or the other queens to help! Of course the answer is the Erin's wanted to make a narrative about how mothers have to choose between careers and child rearing (ignoring how it. doesn't make sense in the warriors universe). Honestly think it would've been more interesting if she gave them away because Thistleclaw was making threats towards them as a means of scaring her away from the position. If she felt there was a genuine threat in her Clan towards her children, you'd understand why she might be desperate enough to send them to their father.

note: i'm still very soft for my minor bp rewrite where thistleclaw is the respected warrior of thunderclan and obvious choice for the position while bluefur would be the weirdo oddball choice

i think something that bothers me and intrigues me about arc one is if she'd ever consider letting Rusty join without the prophecy (and the answer seems to be no?). I also find it kind of interesting that she took him as an apprentice but a majority of his training is with Lionheart, Whitestorm, and Tigerclaw. It's a bit of a missed opportunity to help the reader get to know Bluestar on a more personal level, beyond just how Fire sees her as a noble leader and what she's like without that pressure. buuuuttt i also like the hc i have that she took him purely as a status thing to show she wanted to train him to be her successor, most of tc just thought it wouldn't actually happen.

and then the breakdown, something which i think kind of got people split. I'm admittedly split on it as well...on one hand it makes sense that Bluestar facing a betrayal would radically change her and I like that she's allowed to be weak, angry, and a great antagonist towards Fireheart (and yes, she is the antagonist, she almost starts a war with windclan lol). On the other hand...there's something off about it, and it was something that when read with the first arc alone, it doesn't stand out but as we see more overt misogyny from the books and the writers inability to really create an arc with a female character without mentions of romance or motherhood....idk, I can't really look back at her change as fondly as I used to.

[esoterictriceratops]

I'm Pendulum, and welcome to my dinosaur blog!

Hiya! Welcome to my little prehistoric blog! I'm Pendulum or Clockwise, and I have Dinosaur Autism. /lh I use tri/tricer/triceraself pronouns, and am a triceratops IRL!

My favorite dinosaur has to deinocheirus

This is a hobby blog of my favorite dinosaur medias ever! You can expect art, open discussion, edits, and more!

THINGS I LOVE AND WILL POST ABOUT:

Fossil Fighters Fossil Fighters Champions Dinosaur Sanctuary Prehistoric Planet

Dinosaur Plushies Dinosaur Toys

ABOUT ME!

I've always been a huge fan of dinosaurs and dinosaur media, in fact, it's one of my spins (special interests)! I'm not a paleo expert by any means, I'm just a beast who sits in my room and watches shows about dinosaurs and reads books about dinosaurs and draws dinosaurs and- you get the point.

I have so much dinosaur stuff in my room, and I'm always open to being shown more dinosaur themed medias, toys, figurines, and more! Don't hesitate to shoot me an ask if you have any dinosaur things you're dying to share with someone! <3

⚠️BYI⚠️

I'm an adult (21+) who's p uncomfy interacting w/ minors. You're welcome to send asks to request icons/edits/hcs and interact with my posts though.

I have audhd and ocd, therefore can be a little erratic and use lots of tone indicators to make sure i'm presenting myself properly. It would be super helpful if you also used tone indicators with me to help me talk to you! <3

I am lgbtqia+, therian/transspecies, and plural. I believe firmly in any good faith identity, and while not having a DNI, I expect everyone who interacts with me to be civil and not be invasive or rude. I do block liberally, you will not bother me with questioning any facets of my identity in bad faith, I'm a mature adult who knows how to use a block button and will not be responsible for arguing with you.

[mjthenonc0nformist]

OK SO IVE DECIDED THAT I ACTUALLY WILL MAKE THIS A THING!!! (I haven't yet planned everything out yet but here's a bit more info)

CHARACTERS

So the main characters are in the au that I've chosen are Jane obviously she's the main cause she's my baby girl, greaseball from StEx bc lesbain train, wiggly from npmd and the hatchet field trilogy or whatever it's called (I've never been in the starkid fandom so I'm sorry if I've got that wrong) , beetle juice (I haven't seen it but I like the soundtrack), rod and Nicky from avenue qback, heather chandler cause I just want her and finally Michael from BMC

And I want Alexander Hamilton to be the principal at this place beacuse it will feel criminal if I don't include him some way or another

(also other characters will be involved they'll ether be on side or background tho. Also I'm thinking just two characters per musical although I am open to change this)

PLOT

For the plot I haven't thought of it yet other than the introduction and how I'll go about this I have a few ideas!!! I'm ether going to make a YouTube channel and make a sorta of like comic slide show thing or I'll just stick to just making comics here on Tumblr or tiktok! I do have a third option which I most likely won't do is just write a fanfiction which it is the easiest as I don't have to draw but I'm not a writer nor have created any fanfiction or read many before so it's the most unlikely option but I'm still open to the idea if I'm lazy.

SHIPS

In regards to ships I'm open to them! I actually am thinking of one as of now but I'm not sure on it so I most likely won't reveal it just yet!

BOUNDARIES

Ik this probably wont like blow up or anything and people won't care about this au but I still have boundaries I want people to follow and I'm still passionate about it and I really do want people to enjoy and like so if this dose end up becoming a small thing with the small following online I have!so ye please respect these

All the characters in this au are aged 16-18 as it's a school au so no nsfw if you are going to make fanart of this (this goes for teachers or the principal Alexander cause its still weird idc if their adult it's still my alternate universe and I'm a minor I know they aren't my characters but they are apart of my au so if it's related to my au please do not envolve that content please)

Shipping is allowed aslong as it's not problematic

Respect my headcannons as I'm most likely going to make my hcs of these characters cannon in my au

You don't have to follow cannon if you don't want as it's an alternative universe and I don't really mind as much

I don't mind criticism and wouldn't mind if you had a rant on why my writing is bad as I've never propperly written anything before

Anyways that's all byeeee <3

(also it would be super awesome and cool if you could like reblog and like this cause I'm actually really passionate about this idea)

EDIT HERES JANE IN THAT AU BTW:

I just thought of this musical au idea but idk if people will like it it

but basically... It's starts off with Jane Doe from ride the cyclone so instead of coming back to life in that universe she's back to life in another universie where it's like a bunch of musical theatre characters and I would want it to be like take place in a school. Is this mostly just an excuse for my favourite characters to exsist all at once yes? But it's fun so idc but ye people tell if you think it's cringe or not and I might make it!

[kursed-pixels]

I see y’all debating the merits of snorkmaiden/moomin or snufkin/moomin But c’mON Y’ALL,,,,

[their-dearest]

This tag has been rlly dry recent, so I'd like to contribute to our beloved sparkly man.

Super random Headcanons (sfw & nsfw) below (warning: might be OOC):

SFW:

His love language? Definitely quality time (giving & receiving) & physical touch

Just imagine reading a book with him, or his teaching you some spells <33 (can't u tell I'm a whore for quality time?).

Braiding & doing his hairstyle <33 Aaravos loves it when his S/O touches him, it makes him feel relax and forget his problems, even if it's just a short while

(I just wanna run my hands to his hair )

I feel like he's pretty good at drawing, to specific, water coloring. Like, have u seen the way he moves his hands? He has the precision for it!

Nickames he'd give to his partner/s: star, starlight, love, my dear (i feel like I'm missing a few more)

He also has the biggest bisexual energy in the show (asides from Harrow lmaoo)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS PLS SCROLL AWAY.

NSFW Oness:

He's def a switch, although he leans on the dom side of things

I have no idea how elves genitalia works/look like, but he does have big 🍆 energy

His tongue isn't just for telling half truths 😏 (I'll let you fill in the gaps)

Grab his horns or hair while he's doing it and he would let out the prettiest moan ever.

Like one of those gaspy moans that sends shivers down your spine.

If he's subby, i feel like he's a brat sub (like he's such a tease fr fr. Weirdly enough, it reminds me of that time where the viewers & Viren 1st see him.)

Anyways that's all, thank you for reading my (partially down bad) headcanons of him! I hope you stay hydrated & drink your meds (if u have 1)!

(EDIT: OMG TYSM FOR THE 50+ LIKES, I ADDED EXTRA HCS FOR PURPLE GLITTER MAN <33)

NSFW:

It may not be obvious at first, but he enjoys a little bit of pain (if yk yk~)

Just not too much or it'll ruin his mood

Also on the topic of kinks, i feel like he doesn't like being restrained or blindfolded

Although it would be a pretty sight

Like he's probably left in that same spot in the mirror for centuries,

It makes him feel helpless, and he hates it.

A weirdly specific one is that If you're someone who's fem, or AFAB, I feel like he has a fantasy of being pegged. (Although he has yet to bring this up since he knows that pegging isn't for everyone.)

SFW:

Remember the watercolor hc before?

Yea let's elaborate that.

So imagine him teaching u how to paint with watercolor!

Or or!

Even better, if you know different medium, you could paint each other's portraits<33

(kicking & twirling my hair rnn)

I feel like Aaravos also wear a little bit of make up, to be more specific, eye makeup

He'd definitely ace a perfect wing.

This isn't rlly a headcannon, but what shade of lipstick do u think will fit him? (If not lipstick, other lip makeup)

Extra head cannons!

Study dates! Study dates with him!! (*Shakes you like a bag of fries*)

He has a lot of good study tips for uuu

Like he's been studying spells and learning the 6 primal sources for most of his life (probably)

But also he would be observant of your limits

Like homeboy would know your about to have a breakdown before you will.

A wee bit on the angst side of things:

On the topic of arguments

I feel like he would be stubborn on his side of the fight

Like he would be sooo eager to prove that his right

That he might blatantly ignore your side

Although after the argument peaked and both of you decided to give each other space

That's the time where the argument plays in his mind

And where the pieces internally click

Regarding apologizing, of he's the one who's in the wrong, I feel like he'd apologize first.

But if he's the one on the right, he'll probably wait for you to heal up and apologize 1st.

Okai, back to normal hcs!!

Imagine doing each others make-up!

Him doing your eyeliner

You doing his lips make up

(Try not to kiss Aaravos challenge: Impossible)

Random topic about kids (idk, angsty ig?)

I feel like he'd be on the fence about having kids

While yes, he loves you with all of his dark heart

I think he'd have second thoughts about having them, since, yk

He's THE archmage Aaravos

He def has a lot of enemies up his arse

And this is just a specific hc

But I feel like he's afraid that he'll be betrayed by his own kin

Glitter man definitely has some trust issues

It took him a while to warm up to you as a person, and even a longer time as a lover

So perhaps give him some time about the matter,

He might change his mind...

... But only time will tell.

[frenchfrywrites]

Dick HCs

MINORS DNI

This is mostly here so I can reference stuff specifically in future fics. I'll maybe b doing pussy HCs too bc sometimes i like to keep things ambiguous or write them as trans >:)

edit: added cms too :)

Lucifer

Just above average, around 6in (15.24 cm)

kinda thick- you can fully wrap your hand around it but not much more

One prominent vein on the underside

Curves upwards just a bit

Uncut

Meticulous with taking care of his pubic hair, manscaping and what not

Mammon

Around 4.5 ish inches (11.43cm), but he’s a grower and it adds like an inch or two when he’s erect

Not that thick of a dick tbh, and that's ok!!

I think he would have a vertical guiche piercing (a piercing that’s located in the taint area) and/or a frenum piercing (along the shaft)

Uncut

Manages his pubes just enough but isn't excessive about it, and doesn’t have that much hair to begin with

Levi

HEMIPENIS!!

I think the lower one is larger and longer than the upper one, but both are kinda small (upper: 3.5in, lower: 4in) (upper: 8.89 cm, lower: 10.16)

separately they're not that thick

Both have several noticeable veins, he has to move lots of blood down there to keep them both erect

Circumcised (I did entertain the idea of one being circumcised and the other not, because that’s very funny to me, but there’s no way that he would have just gotten one done and not the other)

He takes… ok care of his pubes. He could probably maintain them better, but he doesn’t really care about them until he gets sexually involved with someone and even then it's hard for him to build a habit

Satan

Small and he does not care one bit about that, also a grower though, from 2.5in to 3in when erect (6.36cm to 7.62cm)

Skinny too, again does not care

He got a prince albert piercing as a dare (Asmo and Mammon hyped him up)

His dick curves to the left

Circumcised

Like Mammon he doesn’t go overboard but he cleans himself up

Asmo

Surprisingly long! 5.5 to 6ins (13.97 to 15.24)

But he's skinny

His dick curves to the left as well as upwards

Has a mole right above where his pubic hair starts.

Circumcised

Love @teeth-farie 's HC that fem Asmo would shave her pubes into a heart- and I think all versions of Asmo would do this

Beel

Absolute horse cock, 8ins and thick as fuck (20.32cm)

he has no idea how to use it though :P

Two veins, one longer than the other

His dick curves upwards just a bit

Heavy balls too

Uncut

Only started trimming recently when asmo pointed out that he “should”

His pubic hair is darker than the hair on his head

Belphie

Average all around, 5ish inches (12.7)

Has one vein on the underside

Uncut

Got a prince albert piercing, told no one but Beel about it, and made him carry the secret to his metaphorical grave

Does not trim his pubes like, ever. He doesn’t care and it doesn’t bother him. Also he is very hairy

Diavolo

Huge cock like Beel, just a bit smaller- 7.8ish inches (19.81 cm)

He’s thicker than him though

Two prominent veins

Uncut

Loaded with piercings, ladder of like 5 frenum piercings on the underside of his cock

Trims consistently and manscapes every once in a while

Barbatos

Average- 5.5in and skinny (13.97cm)

It's so pretty though, it's unfair

Curves up a bit

Uncut

Like Lucifer, is also a bit meticulous with his pubic hair

Simeon

Smaller side of average, 5ish inches (12.7cm)

Little bit thicker than you’d expect though

Curves to the right

Has no idea how to use his either lol

Circumcised

Cleans himself up now but didn't know he “should” until Asmo brought it up

Has briefly thought about trimming into a cute design like Asmo but never went through with it because of how flustered it made him

Solomon

Average, 5.3 in (13.5 cm)

Super thick though

Curves up

Circumcised

Sometimes he’s really consistent with trimming and sometimes he forgets about it for years

Has thought recently about getting a piercing down there, but is hesitant and doesn’t really know where he’d get it

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Jason Todd x GN!Reader in: Mall Madness, Pt. 3

12 Days of Batmas || Day 3—Getting Lost at the Mall

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: it’s always the little things… || cuddling by the fire

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 3 | dick day 3 | tim day 3 ||

Out of all the Bats, Jay’s probably the got the most chill when it comes to shopping. Who saw that one coming?

This man’s the best shopping buddy a person could ever ask for—well, providing you don’t get separated, that is…

↠ Requested By: Not a soul lol ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW with a dash of angst b/c I’m terrible like that ((but my blog’s 18+; if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs/TWs: Some PTSD vibes on Jay’s part, as well as a described panic attack. See the note before the HC for more info. ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: ~1k

So this isn’t exactly new content—sorry to anyone whose hopes I got up.

In my efforts to make my posts a more, ahem, ✨~aesthetic reading experience~✨, I’ve been going through and editing my old posts. My original post for day three has always bugged me, so I’ve decided to break it up so that all the boys get their own posts. Also, I’m leaving Damian’s as the original post, so that’s something.

Other than the look of things and a few light edits, there aren’t any major changes. It should make for better, more streamline reading tho. ((thinking about it now, this is more like a quality of life patch than anything lol…))

Headcanon || WC: ~1k

This… got a lil bit sad. Again. I’m so sorry lol. I love Jay, I truly do! He’s actually my favorite out of all the boys, which leads to me delving deeper into who he is as a character and given all he’s been through… Well dude’s a walking angst factory if I’ve ever seen one. That being said…

TW for mentions of a panic attack, though I don’t go into great detail about said attack. I more so touch on helping him to work through it and the aftermath, and even that’s not super detailed. If you want to skip it, keep scrolling until you get past all of the ‼’s (6 in total).

🌟 Out of all the Bats, Jay’s probably the got the most chill when it comes to shopping. Who saw that one coming?

He’s got his list—which is p. short as he’s already bought most of his gifts months ago—so everything’s well in order.

🌟 He’s also v. flexible, able to adapt to any shopping style.

You more of a mission based shopper that likes to get in and out? Give him half of your list and send him off to hunt that shit down for you. Also keep your phone handy in case he needs to hit you up for some clarification.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, do you like to go in and just wing it? He’ll use his detective prowess to help you analyze any recipients you may be having trouble with picking something out for.

If you’re one of those people who gets easily distracted he’ll either help you stay on task or go off on a tangent with you depending on what you want to do.

You wanna touch all the things? He’ll only stop you if it looks like you’re gonna break something lol. And if you do he’ll pay for it with minimum grumblings on his part, though he will tell you that you need to be more careful in the future.

🌟 Doesn’t tend to get bored too quickly as he enjoys people watching.

He’s so damn tall that he can easily see over most displays, and thanks to his dip in the Pit his hearing’s enhanced*. If he focuses he can listen to the argument that a couple is having three aisles over or the total meltdown that somebody’s brat’s having over not getting whatever toy it is that they want lol.

If you want he’ll gladly narrate the goings-on for you.

*((I have no idea if that’s canon or not, btw. Regardless, I personally give anyone who has been inside of a Lazarus Pit freaky good reflexes and sensory intake. But anyways…))

🌟 More than okay with being a pack mule if you need him to be—after all, all those muscles gotta be good for something.

🌟 Also okay with being left on a bench somewhere with your haul. Again, people watching’s his jam and this gives him ample opportunity to indulge.

🌟 But that’s all only tangentially related to the prompt so let’s move on…

🌟 As far as getting lost in the mall… That shit would freak him out big time. He’s a former Bat, thee fucking Red Hood. He does not get lost–

🌟 –well until he does, clearly.

🌟 Depending on the headspace he’s in this can go one or two ways.

‼ If he’s already feeling stressed for whatever reason getting lost will freak him out as I’ve already said, though to a much greater degree. His anxiety will spike, potentially throwing him into a full blown panic attack.

‼ If you’re with him, try to pull him off to somewhere less crowded. A bathroom is one of the better options, though if the men’s room isn’t a viable option for you a dressing room will do as well. Walk him through some breathing exercises as those are the most effective method for calming him, and just stay with him until he levels out.

‼ Once he’s a bit more stable get him home asap. Plot out the fastest route to the nearest exit and find your way back to your car from there; he’ll be better off walking outside in the open air than trying to fight the crowds.

‼ He’s gonna be feeling p. fragile for a bit afterwards, so be sure to love on him as much as he’ll let you. He’s probably not gonna want to talk about it, not that there’s much to say. You both already know about his anxiety and the potential for crowds to set it off. Stuff like that’s easier to deal with when he’s in vigilante mode, but when he’s just Jason he finds that he’s not always as strong as he wants to be.

‼ And if you’ve managed to get separated… that’s just not gonna end well. Like at all. He’ll focus all of his anxiety into finding you, and getting in his way is not at all advisable. Once he finally locates you, you’re going home. Full stop, that’s it, drop whatever it is you’re holding unless you plan on stealing that shit because you’re leaving right the fuck now.

‼ He’s not trying to be controlling or anything like that, he’s just freaked the fuck out. He needs to get back to a space where he can feel comfortable and in control of his emotions again, and ofc he needs the one person that he trusts most in this world (i.e. you) to be there with him.

🌟 If he’s in a better headspace he’s gonna be annoyed more than anything.

How tf did he let himself get lost? And in a mall of all fucking places. Disgraceful, truly.

If there’s one available he’s gonna pull up a map on his phone to help orient himself, and barring that he’s gonna look for one of those directories that most malls have on a wall or stand somewhere—or at least they used to have them. I haven’t been to a mall in ages (the one in my city is p. empty so I do my shopping online) so idk if this is still a thing.

Anyways!

He is not above asking a guard or store employee for help, esp. if you’ve somehow gotten separated from each other. Your safety (and his sanity) comes well before any pride he may have.

Expect him to bitch about the whole ordeal for the next several minutes. He’s also gonna want to hit up the food court as he feels like he’s earned a snack after all that fuckery lol.

🌟 So overall he’s an excellent shopping buddy—10/10 would bring along again.

Up Next:

🌟 Day 4: ‘Martha Stewart’ Who? || Wrapping Presents

You wait with bated breath as your man inspects the parcel before him.

With its sharp creases, smooth sides, and expertly tied bow your offering would be considered immaculate, flawless even, to anyone else—but Jason Peter Todd isn’t just ‘anyone’.

It’s on sight, Ms. Stewart.

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2020 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

[aspenflower17]

Finding You (Part Nine of ??)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone (even if you don’t live in the US)! Here is the update for this week :) This chapter was a little self indulgent. I do talk a tiny bit about music theory and Jane Austen in this chapter. If you have questions about either, just ask and I can try to explain/direct you to some good sources on what I’m talking about 😅 

Edit: Totally forgot to mention! The whole Pride and Prejudice HC about Lucifer is not originally mine. I believe I read it on one of the Beel blogs. I think it was @taco-beel :)

For anyone new, here is the link for Part One. I hope you enjoy 😁 

Tags for the Lovelies:  @simpingforsatan @naimena @hachimochi @wrathandgreed @magi-minminxiii @rensphilia @a-dream-at-night @chloelikesobeyme @getbehindme-satan (If you’d like to be added to the tags list, just message me or comment below!)

Satan/ F!Mc

Trigger Warnings: possibly for depression?

Word Count: 2,322

After Mc shut the door, she slid down the door to the floor, head in her hands. Well, that couldn’t have gone worse. I would’ve rather had him ignore me or not remember me at all. I could’ve figured out how to interact with him in those situations. But what was with him being sweet in the beginning, and then just seizing up? Then he grabbed my wrist and seemed super worried about me leaving and then didn’t even say anything the whole walk?! That goodbye too! What was that?! 

The more Mc thought about the whole thing, the more upset she got. She leaned her head back against the door, her brain replaying the beginning of the conversation trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Remembering the look in his eyes as he had fervently declared he remembered her. The warmth of his voice.

Then the progressive unease as she had continued talking until the abrupt emotional cutoff. He had obviously been uninterested in talking with her any longer, though she really couldn’t figure out why. He had been so dismissive. But when I tried to leave… She looked down to the wrist he had grabbed. He sounded so… desperate. Like he truly didn’t want to let me leave. So, why didn’t he talk to me?

“Mc? Are you alright?” Michael asked, stepping into the entrance hall with Diavolo.

“I’m… I’m fine. Diavolo, do you have a music room?” Mc asked, standing up as nonchalantly as she could.

“Yes, of course.”

“Do you have a piano, or similar instrument?”

“Yes…”

“May I use it for the rest of the day? I need to compose.”

“I… Sure. I’ll have Lil’ D No. 2 show you the way,” and as he said that, a small demon appeared and beckoned her forward, and she promptly followed.

“Oh dear,” Michael sighed, eyes following Mc.

“What’s wrong,” Diavolo asked, thoroughly confused by the whole encounter.

“She is definitely not alright. She can only compose when she’s really emotional about something.”

“I… Wait, is she going to let us hear it when she’s done?” Diavolo asked, eyes lighting up.

Mc sat down at the piano. It was an almost pure black grand, and the key colors were reversed, which was messing with her brain visually. The piano bench lid was made from a beautiful dark red wood, the rest the same black as the rest of the piano. The piano did not look worn, but it was obviously old. 

Mc started playing her normal warm up scales, but quickly stopped when she realized they didn’t sound right. She tried again with the same result. It’s in minor…

Trying out all the keys, she realized the whole piano was in minor. You could play major chords, but it was like making minor chords on a normal piano. Interesting.

Mc continued playing and getting warmed up, wanting to explore the amazing opportunity that had presented itself. She started playing some of her own creations, marveling at how different her songs sounded. As she was playing, she remembered a song she had abandoned a long time ago. Though it should have sounded correct, she had never been able to make it sound correct. I wonder…

She started playing the song, and was amazed to find just how perfect it sounded. It was the same song, but it now sounded perfect. Encouraged, Mc tried to continue composing, but she couldn’t get past where she had already composed, no matter how much she worked on it. Discouraged and a little frustrated, Mc look at her DDD and was surprised to see it was almost time for dinner.

Standing up, she promised herself she’d come back later, and work on it more.

“I’ve decided to throw a ball in Mc’s honor!”

Michael and Mc looked up from their dinner at the proclamation from Diavolo. Luke seemed unphased by the announcement.

“A ball? In my honor?”

“Yes! You’re my honored guest after all.”

“He also loves throwing balls,” Luke added.

“Also that,” Diavolo admitted.

“Well, I’d be honored. Thank you.”

“Perfect! It’ll be held a week from today. Barbados! Make sure invitations are sent and food is ready.”

“Yes sir,” Mc jumped, not realizing Barbados was in the room, turning around to see him exit. She was starting to notice the butler seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

“Is a week too fast?” Mc asked worriedly.

“Nonsense! This is a lot more notice than I usually give if I’m going to be honest,” Diavolo laughed.

“For a whole ball to be planned?”

“Yes! Barbados is one hell of a butler,” Diavolo grinned over his teacup, before taking a sip.

Mc sat in her room and mused over the events of the day. Now that she had calmed down enough to think rationally, she started analyzing Satan’s behavior, and found she really couldn’t make sense of it. Unless he thought I was someone else… Wait. That makes a lot of sense actually. Like not a ton of sense, because he should have realized I wasn’t them before I started talking about meeting him before, but more than anything else I can think of. He may have also been a little… unhinged. He did look like he hadn’t slept in three days…

Satisfied enough that her brain could rest, she snuggled down into her blankets. Every time she closed her eyes however, all she saw was Satan’s face as he had grabbed her wrist. She brought her other hand up to her wrist and grabbed it. Now smiling, she drifted off to sleep.

Mc snorted, shifting a bit as she read. The bed was comfortable, the scent of its owner making her feel safe and comforted. Classes had been long and when the demon that sat behind her had gotten up, they had accidentally hit her in the head with their bag pretty hard, which had made Mammon nearly kill them. She had narrowly saved their life by assuring him it had been an accident and somehow calming her guardian demon down. This then had resulted in her being called into talk with Lucifer about what had happened, and so she had missed her Devildom History course.

She had come to Satan’s room to grab the notes he had thoughtfully taken for her, but when he saw how worn out she was, he had offered a quiet evening of reading and tea. She hadn’t been able to refuse, seeing as how she relished anytime she could get with him. The scent of old books and their caretaker was a surefire way to help her unwind from the day, the stacks of books throughout the room making her feel like they were in their own little world. The outside world glittered in the perpetual darkness through Satan’s large windows.

“What’s so amusing?” Satan asked from the armchair he had moved over by his bed once their reading sessions became a normal occurrence.

“‘We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him’” Mc quoted.

“Ah! ‘You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’” Satan said, a cheeky grin on his face.

Mc’s brain stopped functioning for a second, “Wai… Wha…?”

“Pride and Prejudice right?”

“Oh, hehe, right,” Mc laughed, trying to hide behind her book as best she could as all the blood rushed to her face, “It’s a good quote.”

“You know, when it came out, there was a rumor going around that Mr. Darcy was based off of Lucifer.”

“Wait… You’re joking.”

“No. He had been spending a lot of time in the human realm. Sometimes we wouldn’t see him for weeks at a time. Then, he just stopped going up as much. About a year later, Pride and Prejudice was released. After the rumor started, Lucifer would not allow it in the house for the longest time. He even went so far as to ask Diavolo not to allow it in the Devildom at all.”

Satan had Mc’s full attention at this point, “What was his excuse?”

“Something about a stupid romance novel ruining his reputation, and how we needed to be the voice of reason for the lower demons if they were going to allow themselves to be so easily swayed to believe the nonsense.”

“You had a copy though, right?”

“Oh, of course I did. I still do actually. First edition. I even went up to the human realm to get it.”

“Wow… That explains so much though. Lucifer is like the epitome of Mr. Darcy.”

Satan shifted in his chair, and looked down at his book, “You think so?”

“Yeah. Tall, dark, handsome,” Mc watched as Satan sunk a bit lower in his chair at each word, seeming to get fairly upset, “Standoffish. Rude. Conceitful. Overbearing.”

“Ah, so you’re not a fan of Mr. Darcy?”

“Hmmm… I wouldn’t say that. He is her most popular leading man for a reason. But…”

“But?” Satan was looking at her now, his eyes probably larger and more insistent than he meant them to be. 

“He’s far too prideful in the beginning for me. We probably wouldn’t have gotten anywhere,” Mc watched Satan relax visibly before continuing, “While I enjoy Pride and Prejudice, I’d rather read Sense and Sensibility or Northanger Abbey. I would rather have a Mr. Tilney or possibly even a Colonel Brandon. Someone who I could sit and make jokes with. Someone who would read to me. Someone I could go on adventures with and who could tell me all about this or that because they’re so well read,” Mc was looking down at the cover of the book now, and she could tell her face was heating up, “I’d much rather have someone like that.”

There was silence after Mc stopped talking, and she dared not look up. She’d basically just confessed to Satan, and she hadn’t even meant to. She kinda hoped her words went over his head, but also hoped they didn’t. The silence stretched longer than Mc would’ve liked before the bed shifted.

There was another few moments of silence before Satan spoke, a bit haltingly, “Mc, will you look at me? Please?”

Mc lifted her eyes shyly looking a little sheepish. She only had a moment of Satan’s shocked look before there was a flash of gold and his lips were on hers. She was so shocked she couldn’t respond for a second, but then she returned the kiss, melting as her body was on fire. Completely focused on the moment while soaring through the clouds. Perfect. It was perfect.

Mc came back to consciousness, her alarm playing soft piano music. She reached out her arms grasping. Searching. Coming up empty, she cracked an eye open, disappointment flooding her body when all she saw was her own arms. Her vision blurred as a strong wave of loneliness washed over her. She blinked a couple times to clear away her tears, feeling them slide down her face. She had had mornings like this in the Celestial Realm, though this was the first time she had remembered the dream that preceded it. She hadn’t really felt lonely since coming to the Devildom, and hadn’t registered it. Now though, it felt debilitating. She sent a text to Luke explaining she probably wouldn’t be down for breakfast and asking him to apologize to everyone for her. She then turned on some soft music, and dropped her DDD on the bed.

She lay quietly, the tears falling openly. This is what she had to do those terrible mornings in the Celestial Realm when she felt like she couldn’t face the day. Eventually her tears gave out, and she was left with an apathetic empty feeling. She continued laying in bed, not remembering a bout this bad in any recent history. After a while, she drifted off to sleep again.

“Hey. You awake?”

Mc groaned, sore from not moving in awhile, “Is that you Luke?”

“Yeah. I got a bit worried when you also missed lunch. You okay?”

“I think I’m okay now. I just got a bit too upset this morning.”

“Are you sure? I can tell Michael you’re caught up in an artistic frenzy or something.”

“Nah. Thanks though,” Mc smiled, still sleepy.

“Okay. As long as you're okay,” Luke was looking at her worriedly, but leaning down and kissing her forehead anyways, “I’ll make sure some lunch gets saved for you.”

“Thanks Luke,” Mc sighed, sitting up.

“Anything for my little sister.”

Over the next week, Mc continued trying to work on her song, though she didn’t get any further, along with her other art. She also read all about the Devildom’s history and visited some historically significant locations to put a name to a place. The whole time, her mind worked on the enigma that was her dream. She supposed it was a product of her brain trying to work through the disappointment of how her first meeting with Satan went, along with how active she had been since coming down to the Devildom. She tried to convince herself of this anyways. The truth was, it felt exactly like she was reliving a memory. It felt real, and nothing about it had been weird, all details clear, nothing out of place. It even felt familiar, she’d even go so far as to say worn, like some of her favorite memories did.

She blushed even thinking about the dream, clearly recalling the warmth and softness of his lips. The feeling of his hand on the back of her neck....

“Mc, are you almost ready,” Luke called from the other side of the door.

“Give me a couple more minutes. I’ll be down soon.”

“Okay. The guests are starting to arrive.”

“Sounds good. Thanks for letting me know,” Mc took one last look at herself in the mirror before nodding and getting up, “Let’s do this.”

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Part Ten

[abyssmalice]

// genshin spoilers !!

ft. flower reminds you all why her signature has been set to THIS since day hecking 1 of me playing this godforsaken game:

(tl;dr - a messy changelog for the numerous khaenri’ah and abyss-related headcanons applied to this blog because WOW THAT NEW ARCHON QUEST SURE WAS A TIME HUH??????? my god, my god,)

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so! to be to the point - the new lore from the archon quest actually does not change much of the headcanons that i have applied to Tonia. 

rather, the new info either confirms or integrates into said headcanons to some extent which im super pleased about bc 1) im lazy 2) wouldve been a headache to do an overhaul of the AU premise so that it can still function according to canon worldbuilding.

anyway, here is a short (edit: im sorry this is not short at all) list of changes and expanded worldbuilding points that this blog will operate on from here on:

abyss-related hcs:

what the Order calls the ‘Abyss’ has existed for a long, long, long, long long long long long long long long long time. Tonia in this AU had to fall somewhere.

Celestia is aware of the Abyss, and has been aware for an equally long time.

prior to the current iteration of Teyvat, the Abyss was an eldritch place of unspeakable horrors and forces - but the dangers that dwelt there were too chaotic to take proper aim at Celestia or Teyvat. proper in the sense that any damage done couldn’t be resolved with minimal effort.

as such, in Tonia’s time, Celestia viewed the Abyss as a dumping ground.

problems? throw into the abyss. eyesores? throw into the abyss. trash? throw into the abyss. need to mete out eternal, insufferable punishment to someone? throw them into the fucking abyss apparently!

the day that Tonia fell into the Abyss occurred from the same modus operandi. Celestia wanted an unnecessary person gone, and set a trap for them to fall into the Abyss. Tonia just happened to be the very, very unfortunate person to accidentally step into that trap before the intended target came along.

khaenri’ah-related hcs:

i have mentioned this prior as a personal headcanon that wasn’t being applied for rp, but in light of the new archon quest, i have decided this will be a part of the blog canon now - the people of Khaenri’ah are ideologically divided in their response to Celestia.

while the Abyss Order is filled with Khaenri’ahn people, the Order is but a part of the current surviving population. the rest are scattered—a rare few in Teyvat, but otherwise in the Abyss, having either fallen there along with the remains of the capital city or having fled there some time after their nation’s destruction. 

of those in the Abyss, excluding the Order, the current population can be divided into a majority that have taken to rebuilding a safer, quieter community that simply tries its best to adjust to their new residence—this community and the small city they have built is what this blog and Tonia will refer to as “Khaenri’ah” in certain contexts, unless indicated otherwise—while a rare minority have taken to wandering the Abyss for their own reasons.

not all of the survivors of Khaenri’ah’s destruction were cursed into monstrous forms resembling the rank and file of the Abyss Order. some retained human appearances, and it is these survivors that banded together to rebuild a more peaceful Khaenri’ah in the Abyss. with time, it welcomed other survivors—refugees who similarly escaped being cursed, as well as those were indeed cursed but refused to align themselves with the Order for whatever reason. presently, the population of this small city has an even split of intermingling human and non-human residents.

at first, Tonia had assisted the early survivors with settling into the Abyss. she provided basic information about its terrain, its wilderness, its dangers, and watched over their fledgling community from a distance. (she could have done more, but she knew it would not truly help them - they had to prove themselves capable of surviving in the Abyss in much the same way that she did.) 

in turn, the survivors offered her information as well—the knowledge and the sciences that caused their civilization to advance as much as it did, as well as a fairly detailed timeline of history up to Khaenri’ah’s fall.

however, as these survivors grew in number—factions began to appear among them. some calling for revenge, others desiring peace, an insane handful believing that the only thing they should pursue is the gods’ forgiveness. it was inevitable that these factions would go their own ways - creating the Abyss Order, rebuilding Khaenri’ah, or meandering through the dark with their own unique goals that aligned with none of the other factions.

it is around this time, while opinions were flaring through the newest residents of the Abyss, that Tonia began to retreat back into isolation. she wanted nothing to do with the Order, whose goals had a fair chance of destroying Teyvat along with Celestia, and those rebuilding Khaenri’ah already had the tools to do so, so she simply didn’t see a continued need for her own presence among them.

that being said, she is nonetheless remembered for her cold brand of generosity in the early days, thus sparking the various stories about her that continue to be passed down in Khaenri’ah, along with the occasional tone-deaf invitation she receives to join the Order. 

misc. hcs:

as Tonia is aware of the situation around Khaenri’ah’s fall and the Abyss Order, combined with her personal experiences relating to the destruction of her own world, her viewpoint regarding the gods - is the same as Dainsleif’s, lol

Tonia detests but also fears the gods for being cruel and destructive to innocent people and the things they treasure. if she were more angry, she would be inclined to agree with the Abyss Order that their thrones ought to be toppled no matter the cost - but unfortunately, even now, she remains more in mourning over such senseless devastation. 

as such, while she mistrusts the gods, she also does Not want their attention - much less their retribution for any perceivable slight - whatsoever. Enough has been lost to the gods’ whims, and she is much too aware of how powerless she is at the moment. Perhaps, then, she could obtain more power to defeat them—but what will the price be? Will it be worth it? Will she even be able to pay it in full? Such reasoning is why she has chosen not to fight them—only to wait, to watch, to perhaps save what little she can from their burning hands and their killing gaze.