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a-hazbin-reader · 1 year ago

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Just had a fun idea but like, what about hcs on how the others would react upon realizing s/o has feelings for Alastor? Like out of everyone they could've fallen for of it HAD to be him kjbgbkjs

Thanks for the consideration and take care of yourself op! Drink water, eat food, and know ur favs adore you!

Everyone finding out that wifey is married to Alastor??? 👀 That's what I heard-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: A little suggestive in the middle bit? Angel helps wifey buy lingerie

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You meet everyone at the hotel separately from your husband, so they never make the connection until they actually see you two together

Except Niffty, Alastor just had her trailing behind him one day

"Niffty! This is my darling wife! She is the lady of the house!"

"Neat! I'm gonna go find some bugs!"

"...she's cute, Alastor."

"She's a menace in disguise, my dear~"

When you first met Husker, you were playing cards when he suddenly saddled himself next to you with the kind of confidence that only an overlord has

Luckily, the game was only for fun, the two of you competing against each other in friendly competition

It's a good time between the two of you, you're charming and witty, Husk just eats it up and keeps asking you to play another game

"You're pretty good at this aren't you, beautiful? Do you gamble often?"

You simply hum and politely sip your drink, carefully thinking about how you're going to turn down the overlord

"I don't tend to frequent these sorts of places but my darling husband and I are celebrating so it's a special occasion~"

"Husband?"

"Oh, he's harmless! A real romantic...~"

He deflates a little at the mention of your husband but moves on like nothing happened and that's the last you see of him for a couple of months

That is until Alastor comes home one day looking exceptionally pleased with himself as he sweeps you up into an impromptu dance

"Alastor~! What's gotten into you~?"

"Another victory under my belt, my dear~! You know how you've been saying you always wanted a cat?"

"No?"

"Well, I went out and got you one!"

You barely have time to ask him what he means when suddenly Husk is standing in front of you, looking shocked

"Oh Alastor...tell me you didn't go after him just because he flirted with me a little.."

"Of course not, darling~! I did it beca-he did what now?"

Husk looks around in bewilderment before his eyes land on you wrapped in your husband's arms, pointing at you accusingly

"HE'S YOUR HUSBAND!? You need to look up the definition of HARMLESS cause he ain't harmless!"

You meet Charlie because she quite literally runs into you, tears in her eyes and obviously upset

"I'm so so SO sorry! I-"

"Hey hey...what are you sorry for? Are you okay, my dear?"

You can't help but mother her, wiping away her tears as she tries to excuse her tears as nothing serious

"Would you like to talk about it? I can't just leave you crying out in the street like a lost baby, now can I?"

She sniffles pathetically and nods, letting you guide her somewhere more private

"Y-yes please..."

"Come now, we'll make some hot tea and you can tell me what's got you so worked up..."

You two grow attached to each other after that and make time to meet with each other at least a few times a month

She gets anxious when she hasn't heard from you in a while and calls you whenever she's upset about something, seeking your opinion

You listen to Charlie's problems and try to offer her advice or do what you can to help her feel better, sometimes she just needs a motherly hug

She tells you about her hotel and whether you believe in her dream or not, you support her because she obviously needs it

Other times, you two talk about your respective partners and gossip

"Your husband sounds so sweet! I've got to meet him one day! When he comes back, of course..."

You laugh at her enthusiasm, gently patting her hand to calm the excitable young woman down a little and trying to quell the sadness of his absence

"And this girlfriend of yours sounds like she really cares about you, I'd love to meet her."

You feel compelled to look after her, and Charlie sees you as a source of comfort if not a mother figure to her

So she eventually introduces Vaggie to you because you've been asking to meet her, Vaggie is just excited to meet the famous Y/N

She's heard so much about you from Charlie that she had to see if you were genuine, she had to make sure you weren't using her girlfriend

Only to be taken aback by just how much she ends up liking you, looking to you for advice just as Charlie does

She's geared up, ready to fight, when one day you two are suddenly cornered by thugs out on the street, only to be baffled when you take them out with ease

Just how powerful are you?

"Wait wait wait-how did you pull off that move? I've been trying to learn how to do that for months!"

You're casually fixing your clothes and rubbing your wrist, completely unfazed by the ambush

"It's just a little something I learned from my husband~ Would you like me to teach you?"

"Y-yes! Please!"

She readily accepts, and soon she's just as attached to you as Charlie is, looking forward to the times you agree to spar with her

Her and Charlie talk about how much they love you one night before they go to bed

"So....she's great right?"

"Charlie, I fucking love her."

"Right!?"

You meet Angel at a clothing store, the two of you shopping in the same section when you catch him staring hard at the gloves

"You should try this one, the color compliments you really well, and they're made from a good material."

He jumps in surprise, obviously startled by your sudden arrival, but does genuinely seem to look at the pair of gloves you're pointing out

Angel picks them up and tries them on, seemingly more than pleased with your picks, whatever thoughts that were weighing on his mind momentarily forgotten

"Thanks..! Uh, maybe I can help you pick something out?"

He gestures to the many different lingerie in your basket, you're obviously having a hard time deciding which one to get

You have the decency to at least look a little embarrassed, a soft blush taking over your features and making you look innocent

"Would you? My husband is back, and I just want to show him how much I've missed him..."

Angel guides you to the fitting rooms, obviously excited to be of help, he could be saving a marriage for all he knows!

"Sure thing, doll! You put on each one, and Angel Dust here will tell you which one will knock your man off his feet! If I know anything! It's how to turn a man on!"

Normally, you wouldn't even THINK about showing another man your body in lingerie, but hearing that and having an inkling of who Angel is, you trust him

And it's surprisingly fun! Angel helps you narrow it down to three favorites that are sexy and comfortable, it never once feels creepy or uncomfortable

"Now pose like this when he comes in! Yes! Just like that! Your hubby is gonna lose his mind when he sees you!"

You can't help but laugh, not at all feeling ridiculous but enjoying Angel's antics and enthusiasm

"Thank you, Angel. We should go clothes shopping together again sometime, I had a good time today."

He winks and holds out his phone to get your number before walking away, no longer seeming so...depressed

"And you'll have an even better time tonight! See you later, doll~!"

You two shop together on the regular after that, greeting each other with air kisses and judging people together

"Ugh, do you see the hair on that gal? What an absolute wreck!"

"That hairstyle wasn't even popular when my husband and I were alive...ugh..."

"When am I gonna meet this man of yours anyways?"

"When he stops going to a tailor and agrees to come shopping with me~"

You're laying in bed with Alastor one night, nuzzled under his chin and cuddling in his arms when he suddenly speaks

"You know that little...project I've been working on?"

You're nearly asleep, the feeling of his thumb rubbing your arm soothing you more than he realizes

"Mhm..."

"Well, I was thinking maybe I could take you with me tomorrow...everyone there has been dying to meet you."

You open your eyes to look at your husband, smiling at him as you lean up to kiss him softly

"More people who don't believe that you have a wife? I'll be happy to set the record straight~"

He chuckles and rolls you two over so that he's on top of you, kissing down your neck as his hands push up your nightgown

"I can't wait to show you off to everyone~"

The next day, Alastor takes your arm in his and leads you inside, you're more than a little surprised to see that his project is a hotel

You're a bit shocked to see so many familiar faces in front of you, Niffty running up to hug your leg and Husk giving you a lazy wave

Charlie, Vaggie and Angel are all staring you like you're a ghost, eyes slowly moving from Alastor to you over and over again

Charlie drops her tray of snacks in surprise, rushing up to give you a bone crushing hug while Vaggie stands in front of Alastor as if to protect you

"Y/N! What are you doing here!? Are you here to give redemption a try? Oh, I knew you would come around!!"

You laugh and hug her back while patting her head, gently prying her arms off of you so you can pet Niffty

"It's good to see you too, my dear princess, though I'm here with my husband."

Vaggie's jaw drops, and she whips around to look at you, jabbing a finger at Alastor as you see her trying to digest the truth in front of her

"You! A-and him!? The Radio Demon?!"

Alastor takes the opportunity to pull you back to his side, a loving arm around your waist as you happily lean on him, hand on his chest

"Everyone! This is Y/N, my lovely wife~! Y/N, please tell them all that you're here of your own volition and that you are happily married to the most wonderful demon in all of hell!"

You hear Angel trying to hold in his laughter, obviously flashing back to the many conversations he's had with you about your mysterious husband

"Yes yes, I'm happily married to him and I'm not under any mind control or deal or anything else like that~"

You can hear Vaggie's soul leave her body, Charlie's delighted squeal and Angel's uncontrollable laughter at the sight of you and Alastor rubbing noses in an obnoxiously cute manner

"This is the guy you've been buyin' all those sexy clothes for!? Oh my fuck!! This is too good!"

"I can't believe Alastor was your husband this whole time!! I knew he was secretly a big softie! Oh my gosh! You should hear how he talks about you it's so cute!!"

"...I don't get what you see in him..."

"I don't either, you know that when I first met her, she called him HARMLESS? She's delusional."

"He's a bad boy and she LIKES IT~!"

Your husband looks at you in confusion, gently stroking your cheek

"All this time I spent singing your praises to earn you a decent reputation around here was for nothing? I should've known you'd have stolen their hearts already~"

You smile and kiss Alastor's palm sweetly, earning a chorus of cooing and disgusted noises from your audience

"Actually, I've met everyone here before, darling... it seems we've been unintentionally been keeping our a marriage a secret from everyone!"

Charlie is just so enamored with the way you two interact as a couple, her eyes sparkling whenever she watches you two together

Vaggie is just disappointed in your taste in men and shakes her head whenever you two are affectionate, secretly she thinks it's cute

Angel gets a kick out bugging Alastor about the clothes he helped you pick out, always asking him if he liked the lingerie

Husk is just thankful for the distraction you prove to be for Alastor because then he has more time to himself, encourages you two to go on a lot of dates

Niffty is just crazy as always 😜 She likes you two together though and will stab anyone who tries to separate you two

This one took so long!! I hope you like it!!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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robolvrr · 6 months ago

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forged to please. ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

some mild suggestive headcanons. unhealthy dynamics.

sentinel prime x cybertronian secretary

airachnid plucked you from your filing job with unsettling familiarity. you quickly learned after the debrief that her optics, touch and croons were simply an extension of your shared's prime.

his very attention is shattering.

sentinel has no need for actual assistants. your first few cycles don't end up at his doorstep, so in your confusion of servitude you busy with the boring.

analytics. cancelling meetings as he's constant on the surface, rescheduling abandoned polls. when the lights flick you remain obedient at your desk, digits skimming through glass pads.

you do have a cog. however, you still pale in comparison to your coworkers and do not speak out of turn. you're not a miner nor are you cogless — but there are levels to status and you're still at the first couple of rungs on the metaphorical golden ladder.

little did you know, you're being watched. approvingly, even when your helm dares to dip back when your processors prompt recharge.

everyday, you arrive early. place your holopads in neat piles. slip an energon cube from your stack past your cushy, gray dermas and sit straight in your assigned seat.

frame flawless, as expected by a cog. since you don't race or proctor, you're more on the winsome side.

"them? really?"

"yeah. crazy right?" sentinel lazily watches the filmy recording, nestled camera aimed right in the corner. he can see your chassis. your cog and the ridges between your plating. clean. no mining dust. no scratches.

"look at 'em go. do they know that half what i give them is just.. nothing? they're so... so diligent. it's cute, no?"

airachnid shares a sideways glance.

slowly, your office grows more lavish. you notice changes to your desk arrangement. a golden twist of flora at your desktop. new chair, with cushion - a rarity and a treat. a fresh mug of engex earlier than you arrive.

and even slower, your coworkers start to distance farther than even you pushed them. you're being moved around cycles later, to higher floors. the work is a constant buzz that requires the utmost care and attention to detail.

you once question airachnid as she glides by silently just what you're doing here. you ex-vent when she leans forward, pursing her intake at you.

"don't ask questions you don't want answers to. you do good for him, you'll do good for a lifetime."

straightening, you're left unfortunately with more than before and you nervously return to your desk, with a beautiful view of iacon and an inkling that perhaps your constant promotions weren't as perfect as you previously assumed.

[ quota — increased. overtime required. ]

frustration bites as your digits flutter across keys. the office space, grand and empty and dark fills you with impatience. not that you'd dare show it, on the clock.

you guess that overtime still counts, though you prudently knock over data as you arise before you can coach yourself to calmness. you practically live here. serving, serving, all the blasted time. had you not proved your loyalty?

a watchful gaze peers at your aft when you saunter to the lounge, fed up for the day.

the smile directed your way isn't promising.

oh. so you can misbehave.

you practically live at work now. what started as a few assignments seemed to increase tenfold.

you're working overtime but know you're much too high the chain (and for such pointless, needless tasks) to back out.

you have no friends. no coworkers. the pretty knickknacks and golden pens and job security start closing in more like a gilded cage.

when the comm is received, you're almost weak at the joints. you reset your sight system several times at first because you assume it's a prank.

[ your prime requests your presence over the latest report. arrive promptly. ]

you're stumbling towards the elevator like a cyber mouse.

sentinel shouldn't enjoy the way you lose your professionalism. taking peeks in the slivers of mirror and spark no doubt rattling in that little chest of yours.

he shouldn't, in fact, hired you at all. you were a face along with many admirers. and primus, did iacon adore their prime.

he shouldn't have been seeing how much it took to break your mentality, either. a cruel experiment from a bored god of sorts.

and the recordings. airachnid made it clear her opinions of his.... enjoyment while you worked in element.

sometime in the toying, he's scrutinizing your frame. you barely make it up to his knee. your alt-mode upon a curious search isn't particularly flashy.

is that why he's so drawn to you? because you wallflower yourself, determined to hide despite the haven he's forced you in?

perhaps. or, he just hasn't had his fix yet.

the racers are always fun to play with. they lick, bite and rev when he chuckles his praise.

he's never been in a position of power like this though and taken that step over the line and suddenly, he rubs the kibble on his chin imagining you staring back at him, bent over, servos tied at the back of your waist.

his processor wanders. you, with flushed cheek plates. you, calling him boss. prime. whatever he fancied more. crawling towards him, balancing a glass of sweet, high-grade on your aft while he chats it away.

"my prime?"

sentinel does not turn to you, at first. you can see his wings, large and flawless. when he turns in his seat, you think perhaps the rumors of primes and their bright, piercing neons were true.

he grins. grandeur rolls off his glossa and you're shocked he knows your designation. as if he senses your shock he reassures he knows because he's kept close to your progress.

"you look tired. what good are you if not rested?"

sheepishly, your helm tilts away, tries to avoid the observation by curling into yourself. it's the funniest and most pathetic thing he's seen in awhile.

he leans forward, but not down to you. sentinel just invades your space because it's his.

you're his.

cutting off your stammers because he'd rather hear them in a more fitting context - fit, he wouldn't - his gesture tempts you closer. there is no need for collar and leash, not when this whole city dances at his every word.

you miss how his stare bores into you. peels back metal, cord and wire.

"listen. i couldn't bear my best struggling. but i also have to be firm. this great city, all of your fellow cybertronians, play a part in something bigger. which means... that work can't be unfinished."

he does not miss how you flinch. where are those kliks of rebellion? those whispered utterances of his name and hoping he'd be knocked down a peg?

"it can't slow down. in order to keep the spark of this very place alive, we all keep it turning."

he can sense your guilt. recall all the times you've actually cursed quietly, kicked at your desk, cried in the refreshers. cute.

"so i do have to ask. because if you can't handle it, i would rather you tell me right here, right now. no hard feelings."

the hopeful look almost makes him break out into laughter. and just like you're programmed, you look at him only when he nods, trying to find out what he wants.

"no. no, i can. i want to do more. want to be more." for you.

"then show me."

as much as he wanted to crack you open right then and there, he was curious how you would take his offer.

would you scorn him out like those endless nights? step back and make excuses? or would you surprise him?

his weight slides in the crushed velvet of his towering throne, watching as you bend.

your head meets the floor. his optic ridge ticks towards the sky.

"tell me what to do and your will is mine."

the prime hums.

well, now you're just making this too easy.

robolvrr 2024.

#transformers one #tf one #sentinel prime #tfone sentinel #sentinel prime x reader #headcanons #suggestive text #maccadam #transformers x reader #rewatched secretary today. woof.#keeping it yearning and saucy for now #give me that mean blue bot NOW 🙏🏿🙏🏿

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agatharkn3ss · 7 months ago

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Agatha's info/rumours

I thought I'd pull together all the info we've been shown in ep.6 and add my interpretation to it. I still can't believe that Billy read these short bits and claimed he knew an "egregious" amount about Agatha.

As usual, biased towards Agathario, because I think they are heavily implying Agatha's connection to Death (I mean yes, the writers could just be trying to explain why the internet would be so invested in her identity, but still)

First of all - "333 partial results for Agatha Harkness Ancient Witch". I love yet another allusion to how Agatha is linked with number 3, making her the actual harbinger of doom (I explain this here).

It's interesting that the related questions are all about the immortality of the witches:

Are witches immortal?

Do real witches ever die?

How do you kill a witch?

How old is the oldest witch?

If we didn't have other super-old witches in the show, it would make me wonder if Agatha didn't make some sort of pact with Death (Rio), where she provides "bodies" to her in exchange for her long life. But as it is, we have Lilia as 450+ years old and Jen is also older than a century, but you don't see them trying to kill people (I think).

The very first search result is quite fun:

"The Macabre Wiki – a comprehensive encyclopaedia of all things that only come out after dark. Created by two blood witched from Salem"

No matter what, I will forever believe this is Agatha and Rio's page. (for reasons explained here)

The rest of the search results are not as exciting:

Witchy Resource – Ancient witches and ancient warlocks are not well documented traditionally and usually for good reason…

Witches and Aging – Apparently, witches are able to chose how they age and present themselves to humans. Some withes choose to stop again at a certain point staying roughly 30 years old visually for literally hundreds of years.

Dreadit – Salem Witch Trials – Recently I’ve been researching a ton on the SWT and not many people know this but there are reports of witches that actually survived burning and drowning

The Art of the Ancients – Learn about the secret art of witchcraft and the witches that have [...]

So this suggests Agatha specifically chose her look and age. Neat. Quite empowering really.

Also, another suggestion that some witches can be immortal and survive burning and drowning. I wonder if we will see this in the show - Agatha and Rio having absolute blast at mocking people who were trying to torture/kill Agatha, only to realise she wasn't feeling any pain, she would just raise and shout "Surprise witches!".

Then we go onto the Salem Witch Trials page. This pretty much confirms what we already know about them. I immediately clocked how all the handles only have green or purple colours... Coincidence? I've not tried to decipher the names, but if anyone has any suggestions, let me know!

witchygirlblack: Did any witches survive the Salem witch trials? Are they still alive? Where are they? Witches can live for hundreds of years, so the ones that survived the trials might still be out there [] witchkraft dreadit, you must know of some?

4thlevelwarlock: The Salemites, Evanora Harkness’s coven, were prominent in the area. I’ve heard rumours [...]the young children from the coven escaped

SamSamwitch: @4thlevelwarlock look familiar? [Agatha image link]

BoftheEast: be careful posting about her just saying

Then Billy takes the photo through reverse image search. I know these are tiny, inconsequential details but I still love them:

"Looky" sounds like a little nod to Lilia's "kooky"

The letters “o” have moons inside of them.

Each letter has different colour that seems to align with the witches – light blue (Jan - water trial?), purple (Agatha - spirit), yellow (Lilia - air), dark blue (Billy?), orange (Alice – fire)

This search then leads to a number of events that Agatha has been spotted at. Rather than pull out the quotes, I'm going to put the events in a chronological order and add relevant background info:

Salem Witch Trials (1692-1693) - this was a series of hearings and prosecutions of people accused of witchcraft in colonial Massachusetts. More than 200 people were accused. It was the deadliest witch hunt in the history of colonial North America. This is the time where Agatha's mother and her coven try to "punish" her for using "the darkest of magic". Her fingers weren't black, so she's unlikely to have had Darkhold back then. (btw the script for this suggests Agatha was 18 at the time, so she was born ~1675, making her ~351 years old in 2026)

The Eastern Seaboard - Although we don't know the exact dates, there are "unconfirmed reports of Agatha traveling the Eastern Seaboard". This could relate to various areas but this is likely just referring to the US East Coast. The Thirteen Colonies, which formed the United States in 1776 were located on this coast, playing an important role in the development of the United States.

The sinking of the Titanic (1912) - the British ocean liner sank as a result of striking an iceberg on her maiden voyage from Southampton, England, to New York City, US. Of the estimated 2,224 passengers and crew aboard, approximately 1,500 died. Agatha is listed as one of the survivors

The Hindenburg disaster (1937) - a German commercial passenger airship caught fire and was destroyed during its attempt to dock at Lakehurst, New Jersey, on its journey from Frankfurt, Germany. The accident caused 35 fatalities among the 97 people on board, and an additional fatality on the ground. The publicity shattered public confidence in the giant, passenger-carrying rigid airship and marked the abrupt end of the airship era. Again, Agatha is spotted as a woman who "survived the explosion then disappeared"

"Jolene" (1972-1973) - The headline states "Does this 1972 Surveillance photo of Dolly Parton show the real Jolene?" and Jac Schaeffer confirmed that yes, Agatha = Jolene. So I had some fun with this, because why not?! I wondered what Agatha's play would've been here. Is she truly after Dolly's "man" - if so, in what way? Or is she after Dolly herself? Note that although the article says 1972, later on we also see statement that Agatha was last seen in Nashville Tennessee, 1973. Now - that year in Nashville, Dolly not only recorded "Jolene" in May, but a month later she also recorded "I will always love you" - a song that is widely understood to be a goodbye song to her business partner because she decided to pursue solo career. In my head this is all a result of Agatha's influence, who showed Dolly her real power.

On that note, I don't think we would be far off assuming that as Agatha kept Dolly (or her man) her company, she would've actually come across Lorna Wu herself? We know it was similar time, because "The Ballad of the Witches Road" record was made in 1978. Alice mentions how she got her tattoo in Colorado as her mum was playing at the Red Rocks amphitheatre. Dolly Parton also performed at the Red Rocks in 1972 (the same year as the camera footage), so Agatha could've been there...

Finally, we get to the "brujapedia" - the encyclopaedia of witches. It's fun to speculate who could be running this page - the whole theme is black and white, with red highlights. There is also an image of a raven - as I discussed it before, it is a symbol of bridging the world of life and death. So it would be fun if it was Death herself maintaining it, as she would be the only one who would truly know who the real witches were. Also it would be a cool census of who is still remaining for her to "collect" their dues.

Another good spot from @chaotic-homoromantic is that "bruja" is a Spanish word for "witch", giving us another hint to Rio.

I couldn't really find any info on any other names other than the top one. Abigail Adams was a founder of the US, wife of John Adams, the second US president and mother of John Quincy Adams, the 6th US president. I'd like to think witches had some input back then.

Also interesting is how Agatha's surname is misspelled - it has two Ks. I wonder why that is - no way it's a mistake, seeing how much detail they've put into this. Maybe it's a subtle suggestion that this information came straight from Agatha herself or as a joke from someone who knows her, since she's known for using wrong words. (or it could just be a suggestion that all of the other names on this list are also misspelled, explaining why we can't find any info on them)

Then we get to some info about her - most of which I already collated into the timeline above. There is also a vague mention of Nicky: "Agatha Harkness. Son. Name unkown, rumours [...]"

But there are also some other bits - hilariously referred to as "FUN" facts:

Fun Facts:

Murdered her entire coven

Possesses succubus powers

Nick name is “witch killer!”

Only known survivor of The Witches Road

Folklore references: It is said certain children’s book make reference to Agatha [...]

Funny how the nickname absolutely includes the exclamation mark. I feel like maybe Jen was the one who submitted this info.

As for the children's book - I feel like it wouldn't be just a single story but more like the Grimm's Fairy Tales. Following Lilia's comment, Agatha probably was the template they used for "evil witches" - poisoning apples and stealing kids and eating children. It's not something she would deny anyway.

Now, the Succubus comment is interesting. In lore they are generally depicted as a sexual being - "a female demon or supernatural entity in folklores who appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity."

But I think in Agatha's case, things are different. Yes, she has the charisma and can probably seduce people quite easily (I mean, she probably seduced Death, didn't she?). But I don't think that's like a magical power. In fact, if it was, it think it would be really unfair to Agatha, erasing the fact that her character had to build and evolve around her experiences and the fact that she had to survive - "in a way that few do". So I think this "fun fact" could be partially coming from someone's snarky comment (Dolly Parton's?), who just wanted to take away Agatha's agency. Or fell for Agatha and then blamed it on her "powers" rather than admitting their own gullibility. Just like women over the centuries were accused of witchcraft and casting curses if things simply didn't go the way someone wanted.

Plus the way she goes about getting her magic from people is absolutely not seductive. She simply finds a way to annoy the heck out of the target!

But of course, that's not all there is to it, because on the other hand Agatha has her syphoning ability - now that could also be described as the "succubus powers" referred to above. In DnD succubus attacks using a "Deadly kiss", basically draining the essence of life and I feel like this is quite a good description:

"The kiss of a succubus is an echo of the emptiness that is the fiend’s longing for a corrupted soul. Likewise, the recipient of the fiend’s kiss gains no satisfaction from it, experiencing only pain and the profound emptiness that the fiend imparts. The kiss is nothing short of an attack, usually delivered as a final farewell before the fiend escapes."

In that magic/soul sucking way, she would have more parallels to Death, explaining their connection. More so, if Agatha can't control her powers - because Death does not really have much control either, she just has to do her job when the time comes.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #kathryn hahn #aubrey plaza #rio vidal #agatha all along spoilers #agathario #agatha x rio

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kyoshithewriter · 5 days ago

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The Missing Piece (Part three)

Warnings: mature themes (18+)

Wc: 2.5k?

A/n: Please remember this man is going through a lot so he’s gonna be bitter, angry and sometimes a bit rude. He needs a lot of patience as fights his demons lmaoo. Enjoy?

“Thank you, Niamh! They’re so pretty!”

Aurora throws her little arms around her neck in glee. Niamh had bought little butterfly clips to decorate the neat bun she put Aurora’s hair in for her school play.

“No problem, cutie. Let’s get your clothes on.”

Niamh dresses Aurora with her heart feeling like it wants to explode in her chest. She swore to the little girl that her father would come, but she hasn’t seen him all day. Hell, she hasn’t seen him since she went off on him a few days ago. Fortunately, the children say he has been visiting them during the night at least. Progress. It’s slow, it’s not enough but they’re getting somewhere. Niamh makes her way downstairs with Aurora’s tiny hand in hers.

“Ivy, is the driver picking us up?”

The older woman is tidying the kitchen to leave soon. She pauses on her task of wiping the island.

“Um, I’m not sure. I’ll give him a call.”

“There’s no need.” His voice is heard before he rounds the corner. He’s dressed— like actually dressed in a pair of black slacks and a nude, knitted sweater. His hair is back in its bun. He’d almost look like his old self if not for the facial hair that he must’ve not been in the mood to get rid off.

“I’ll drive.”

Ivy tries desperately to hide her smile but she fails miserably.

“Dad you’re coming to my play?!”

Aurora drops Niamh’s hand and dashes in her father’s direction. The man stoops to collect her tiny frame in his arms easily.

“I promised you didn’t I?”

Niamh feels like melting in a puddle of goo at the soft look in his eyes. He adores his kids, there’s no doubt about it.

“Look at the butterflies in my hair daddy! Niamh got them for me. She’s the best!”

Niamh tries not to fidget as he stares at her. There’s something shining in his eyes that Niamh chooses to interpret as appreciation for her own sake.

“How pretty are you, hm? Did you say thank you?”

“Uh huh! And I gave her a big warm hug like this.” Aurora squeezes her little arms around his neck in demonstration.

He chuckles deeply.

“Good. Where are um- are Mason and Shelly ready yet?”

The question is aimed at her but it takes her a while to notice. Ivy subtly jabs her with an elbow while walking past to break her stupor.

“Oh! Yes. I got Mason dressed first and Shelly was ready when I went up to do her hair. They’re on their ipads waiting.” She admits bashfully.

“Okay. We need to head out now to beat rush hour traffic.”

*************

Niamh sits stiffly in the front seat, afraid to breathe too loudly even though she steals subtle glances at him often. The tension is lost on the children in the backseat who chatter away about a video they’re watching on Shelly’s phone. Aurora’s play had gone well— as well as you’d expect from a group of children all under the eight. Aurora was bold, and the aside she did was so cute that everyone in the audience audibly cooed. Niamh pretended not to see the way Virgil teared up, tears wetting against the black mask on his face. She was also worried that Virgil would get a lot of attention and she feared how he’d react. But the private academy the children attend all seem to be filled with celebrity children. Nobody bat an eye, only polite greetings from a few people. Niamh felt like a fish out of water, but Aurora leaped in her arms after her performance and she knew then that she was exactly where she needed to be.

“Daddy, can we get pizza?” Mason’s small voice calls from the backseat. Niamh bites her lower lip to hide her smile at the looks of faux innocence on the girls’ faces. They’re clearly the ones who told Mason to ask.

“Uh…”

“Please, daddy.” Aurora chimes in.

“I could um- I could order one for pickup. We wouldn’t have to go sit inside a restaurant.” Niamh cautiously suggests.

“Sure.”

A chorus of cheering from the back seat makes them both smile softly. Niamh unlocks her phone to place their orders.

*********

“My teacher said I was really brave!” Aurora stands between her father’s spread legs, playing with his facial hair. She smears tomato sauce all over his face but the man doesn’t seem to care.

“You were. I’m so proud of you.”

Niamh almost feels like she’s intruding. They got home a little while ago and after washing up, the children insisted they all stay in the living room to have pizza together. Shelly leans on his right shoulder, eyes glued to the tv screen currently playing Frozen. Mason is content to sit by his legs on the floor, reaching up ever so often to hand his father the toppings he chooses to remove from his pizza. Everyone looks so comfortable. So content. A family. Niamh quietly stands from the couch and tip toes her way upstairs. Completely unaware of the way Virgil is staring at her until she disappears out of sight.

******

A yawn stretches her lips wide, hands extending away from her body causing her limbs to pop. Niamh groans in content; she’s freshly showered and dressed in the most comfortable pajamas. She wants to fall face- first into bed, but she needs to check on the children, especially Shelly. Though it’s a Friday night, she needs to be in bed before ten because she has swimming lessons early in the morning. Niamh swings the guest bedroom open and freezes in surprise. Virgil is standing just outside the room, one hand raised midair. He was about to knock.

“Yeah I was just about to put them to bed, don’t worry.”

“They’re already sleeping. I came to talk to you about something else.”

Niamh fidgets under his unrelenting gaze.

“Oh. Is everything okay?”

“I should’ve fired you for speaking to me like that.” There’s a tick to his jaw.

Niamh stares at her feet bashfully. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I- you told me what I needed to hear. It’s clear you adore my children and I can’t thank you enough for that. You’re treating them so well and I… thank you.” He scratches at his beard, still staring intensely. Niamh’s skin burns.

“I- it’s no problem at all. They’re angels— very easy to love.” She blinks up at him shyly, fingers twisting together out of nervous habit.

“I hope you know that doesn’t mean you get a pass to bang on my door and yell in my face, Niamh. Never again.” He says with a stern edge to his voice.

And Niamh is not sure why getting chastised by him makes her heart flutter or why it makes her skin suddenly feel tight or why it makes something in her belly flutter.

“Okay.” She chews on her lower lip.

The man spins on his heels to walk toward his room but he pauses a couple feet away. Without turning around he says;

“And Niamh, if you keep staring at me like that we’re going to have a problem.”

“What do you- how do I stare at you?”

She is almost on the verge of panic. Did he mistake her shy glances as rude? Was she accidentally glaring at him?

“Like you want to fuck me, Niamh.”

He responds without a quiver in his voice before striding to his room and slamming the door shut. Leaving Niamh standing in the hallway with wide eyes, an open mouth and butterflies dancing in her belly.

*********

Virgil makes himself scarce again. It has been a week since Aurora’s play and since he said those words to her. They keep ringing in her brain, consuming her every thought and she chastises herself often. Why couldn’t you have been a little subtle? But the truth is, Niamh simply doesn’t know how. With the… journey she has been on, Niamh didn’t have the luxury of knowing romance or even a proper real life crush. Bouncing between foster homes since she was nine all the way until she turned eighteen. Her last family was gracious enough to allow her to stay until she found a job at a café and saved enough to rent an apartment. Niamh spent most of her time working extra shifts to make ends meet and save up for university. Things got even worse when she was finally able to start school at twenty two. Niamh felt like she was stuck in survival mode. Every single free time she had was filled with some overtime, or some shift at the library or any other odd job she could find. Sure she had seen some lookers in the cafes she worked or at uni, but she has always been cripplingly shy; and the few that did approach did so with crass words and forceful energy. This situation is such a new thing for her. Being in the same vicinity, under the same roof with the hottest man she has ever seen. Yes— Niamh is sure he’s the best looking man she has ever seen. Sue her for looking her fill.

“I thought he was getting better— going back to his old self. He’s isolating again.” Ivy’s voice is quiet and burdened with worry.

“Don’t worry too much; it won’t be immediate but what happened last week was promising.” Niamh tries to reassure the older woman.

“Has he um… is he seeing a therapist?”

With a shake of her head, Ivy expels all the breath from her lungs.

“No. I suggested it and he was firm in his decision to not go.”

Typical men.

“Well, we need to ensure that he keeps making progress. We need to find ways to make him spend more time with the kids. Preferably outside the house.”

Niamh stares at the glistening kitchen island, hoping that an idea will suddenly appear on the surface.

“How about a picnic? There’s a park five minutes away. It’s only used by residents who live in the gated community so it’s private.”

Niamh nods along to Ivy’s suggestion. It’s a good idea.

“That’s good. Shoot him a text.”

“No! He’ll just ignore it or find excuses. You have to convince him like you did last week.”

Niamh almost groans out loud. She’s already regretting her decision to tell Ivy that she spoke with the man about Aurora’s play.

“I literally threatened him and he warned me not to do it again. I don’t want to lose my job.”

“He won’t fire you.” Ivy says while rolling her eyes. “He knows you love the kids and you treat them well. He’s depressed, not stupid. You have to try, Niamh.” Ivy begs desperately.

Niamh sighs, rubbing a hand down her face.

“I’ll try. If I get fired, you’re finding me another job.”

**********

Niamh lingers just a little longer in Mason’s room watching the little boy sleep. She feels like a creep, but she’s just trying to delay the conversation she wants to have with Virgil a little longer. Sighing, Niamh stands to place the book on the little shelf in his room and turns the light off as she exits his room. Aurora is already asleep and Shelly is in bed. The oldest takes a while to fall asleep, her little brain always working overtime. But she’s fine, she likes her alone time before bed. Niamh smoothes her hands down the front of her jeans; she’s already dressed to go home for the night but she needs to talk to the man before leaving.

“Okay, just knock on the door. He has probably already forgotten about your last conversation.” She whispers the words out loud as she paces outside his door. What Niamh fails to remember at the moment, is that there are cameras in the hallways. So when his office door is swung open, the woman leaps cleanly off the floor with a squeal.

“You’ve been out here a while.” He states gruffly.

She can only stare at him in wide eyed stupor.

“What is it, Niamh?”

“Um, what do you think about a picnic?”

She tries not to fidget.

“A picnic?” He echoes the word back at her as if she spoke in a language he doesn’t understand.

“Yes! Look, the park is only for members of this community right? So mostly private. You get to spend time with the kids outside without… It's not a lot of effort at all. Let them ride their bikes or you could teach Mason how to fly a kite. I haven’t seen a kite in a long while.” Niamh trails with a deep furrow between her brows, trying and failing to remember the last time she has seen a kite.

The man scratches at his beard with a frown on his face for what feels like minutes. It leaves Niamh with nothing to do except stare at him again. She can’t help it. Especially when his top is bare. Niamh doesn’t realize he’s staring right back until she drags her eyes from his muscular chest back to his face. Her breath hitches, face feeling hot like she was caught doing something naughty.

“A picnic sounds nice. When?”

“You guys could do it this Sunday! I'll pack the supplies I can before I leave on Saturday.”

“No. You should come. I need… they’ll need you there. If Sunday isn’t convenient then we can do Saturday.”

Niamh can hear the desperation in his tone.

“Oh. I mean… yea I could just go home later in the day it’s no big deal.”

“Good.”

Niamh rubs at the length of her arms as silence descends on them again. The air feels charged with something she can’t name.

“Well, great! I should g-”

“How old are you again?”

The question throws her for a loop. So much so, that it feels like her brain short circuits. She feels tongue tied but she manages to whisper a soft;

“25.”

He closes his eyes to release a string of curses under his breath.

“You’re so young.”

Niamh can feel the frustration buzzing off him like a live wire.

“I’m old enough.” She feels the need to assure him. She knows why. She wants him in a way that she has never wanted anyone else before. She wants him to kiss her, to touch her. Niamh knows it isn’t smart to get tangled up with her boss— but she can’t help how she feels. She wants him. Badly. Her breaths quicken in tandem with the wild fluttering of her heart.

“I… I’m going to be honest with you, Niamh. It’s been almost two years since I’ve had sex. If I take you into my bed, it’s going to feel anything but respectful and you’re a sweet girl. I can’t do that to you.”

Niamh’s legs physically tremble.

“I don’t care.” She breathes. She doesn’t even know the first thing to do in bed, especially with a man like him. But she knows he’s the one she wants to learn with. Teach me.

“You should. Go home, Niamh.”

He keeps a wide berth as he ambles around her in the hallway and slams his bedroom door shut.

#football #black woman #football fanfic #soccer #virgil van dijk x black reader #virgil van dijk x reader #virgil van dijk #lfc

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walnutcookie · 1 month ago

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Sorry if this has been asked and/or explained before but do you have a reason for who’s paired with who in Tower of Souls? Some make sense like Sprout and Cosmo since they’re talked about hanging out together in game, but then there’s ones like Shrimpo and Pebble that I don’t get as much, and wondered what your thought process for picking duos was

I had no real basis for how i picked them. some were based off of canon of course, but i mostly just picked pairs i thought would be interesting :P if you dont mind my yap i can explain everyone...

Dandy & Astro - pretty obvious why, theyre very very close friends in canon :] and on top of that i feel my headcanons make them a very interesting and conflicting pair

Sprout & Cosmo - do i need to say anything about these two LOL

Vee & Connie - connie was actually going to be paired with finn at first! Fun fact!!! since i thought they were both pretty silly and might be fun together. but a friend suggested vee and i thought that they could be more interesting

Pebble & Shrimpo - these two were. Mostly just chosen out of practicality. i chose them because theyre both pretty unserious characters and also since pairing shrimpo with anyone else would make it difficult for him to have a close relationship with his partner considering his Personality. pebble doesnt care about his yelling and his insults and shrimpo loves his buppy he is the one thing in this world shrimpo doesnt hate (though its still hard for shrimpo since he doesnt have a partner who can Communicate and so he still lacks the support the others have)

Shelly & Jone - Partially, i paired shelly with an oc because there were 24 characters at the time, though i hadn't counted razzle and dazzle as two until i designed them, so the numbers turned out odd and i made jone to compensate,,, but shelly wasnt just given the First come first serve treatment, i hadnt figured out all of the pairs when i stuck her with jone, i was just considering giving her a story where she was forgotten intentionally to cover up some incident. I didnt want to use a canon toon and kill them off or stick them in the basement like i ended up doing with jone, so i made an oc instead :]

Rodger & Toodles - also an obvious one, father n daughter. and my faves <3

Glisten & Looey - FUN FACT!!! ive mentioned this before but i was GOING to pair glisten with paris from the gen2 au. paris was going to be in tower of souls and be glistens brother instead of his replacement. but this was at the very beginning of when i was making the au,, i didnt want to add ocs in and i also really liked the idea of glisten and looey together because i feel like their insecurities are similar and they could bond over it (and then qwel added dialogue where glisten tells looey he hates clowns SIGHS. cruelty to me i promise theyre best friends.)

Teagan & Gigi - Chose these two just because gigi is a hoarder/gambler and teagan is implied to be secretly greedy in her twisted dialogue,, i thought itd be funny if they did some money-related stuff in tos lol. They dont talk about money in their class because arthur didnt want to make it about money but It Is Implied

Brightney & Tisha - I think their dialogue with each other is very neat and i wanted them to work together :] (ccough and i wont lie i think its obvious because i talk about how much i like lightbox i wanted to pair them together because i like the ship BUT ITS NOT. CANON IN TOWER OF SOULS WHATSOEVER. you can interpret them that way but their relationship is left intentionally vague 🙏 i just like their dynamic)

Poppy & Boxten - Another obvious one :] starter duo

Razzle & Dazzle - bro who else would they be paired with. I did consider making them one toon so that theyd both be paired with someone else but i decided id rather make them a pair

Goob & Scraps - also obvious. Sibling!!!

Finn & Flutter - Thought it would be neat to pair them together since theyre both nature-related :] and i think they could be silly together

Bobette, Ginger, Rudie, & Coal - i think its clear why these fellas were all put together to begin with i mean theyre all just the holiday toons but as to why theyre a quartet instead of a pair? I had already decided on putting all of the holiday toons in a group even before the update came out and coal was revealed, for a few reasons. for one i feel like it would be strange to have a holiday toons paired with a canon character since in regular dandys world like youre putting Bob who works at macdonalds together with Santa clause /j. i wanted to keep them all together and i also thought it would be cute if they worked at the gift shop since!! christmas!!!! If i had known we were getting 4, i provavly wouldve made two pairs, but i was under the impression we were getting 3 and so i had already decided on them being a group VDKBDKD

and yatta... doesnt have a partner yet ! Shrug

#🎉 asks #tower of souls au

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sippy--sippy · 5 months ago

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Page Turner (Kageyama Tobio x Reader) Part 1

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Summary: The last place one would think to find Kageyama Tobio is a public library. But when he feels like he’s reached a wall in his progress as a professional volleyball athlete, he turns to books for help. Luckily, the closest library to him has a cute manager that’s eager to help.

Word Count: 5,823

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 A/N: Fanart credit to the Haikyuu pookie bear herself: Loony (Z) on TikTok and freaka_loonyz on Instagram. Go support her work, I drool over every post.

As hard as it is to believe, Kageyama Tobio had never stepped foot in a public library before. At least, not that he could remember anyway. When he was younger, his grandpa or sister probably dragged him to one once or twice but he’s never gone to one on his own with the intention of finding a book. He’s never had any reason to go to a library until today but he’s reached a point in his volleyball career where he feels like he’s not improving anymore.

Every set, serve and spike he does feels flawless but he feels he could still do better. There’s got to be something he can work on, but he doesn’t know where to start. And with a big Adlers championship game approaching quickly, he’s more eager than ever to make sure he’s at his best.

Obviously, online articles and websites were the first place he went to read all he could about things like form and technique but after a while, he felt like he was just reading the same things over and over again. When his friend Akaashi suggested trying to find an actual book to see if there’s older research that could help him, he was hesitant (as his academic career was a little lackluster and reading wasn’t his strong suit) but figured he had nothing to lose.

That’s how he found himself walking through the front doors of the closest public library. It was pretty small for a public library and he didn’t see many people inside which was a good thing. He couldn’t go anywhere anymore without being bombarded with admirers. While it was flattering, it was starting to get mildly annoying. Luckily, this felt like a place he wouldn’t have to worry about a swarm of fans. He could lie low, blend in with the other people inside and try to find a book that will help ease his worries.

Being the general manager of one of the smallest public libraries in Tokyo had its fair share of pros and cons. It's a relatively simple gig, it pays decently and you have more time to read than you know what to do with. Once all of the returned books are reshelved, new books are entered into the system, other miscellaneous chores are completed and there’s a lull in customers, there’s a book in your hand. It was the greatest job one could ever ask for.

One of the only cons to your job were some of the people you were unfortunate enough to come across. While most of the people that walked into your library were pleasant and fellow book lovers, there were occasionally people that set off warning bells in your brain the second they walked in. Since the library was near a local bar, you would occasionally have a drunk patron wander inside and wreak havoc on your neat shelves. Most leave without fuss after a little gentle persuasion but sometimes an angry drunk will ruin your whole night. Other times, some people will come in with a sour mood and take their frustrations out on you. You’re usually able to stay level-headed and diffuse the situation with ease.

Needless to say, you pride yourself on being able to read the vibe of most people who walk through the door and how you should handle them. However, you’re not quite sure how you should feel about the man that walked through your door one Tuesday evening.

He was tall with a set of broad shoulders. His body was mostly concealed by a long black coat which wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, seeing how it was the middle of January. A baseball cap was pulled low on his head and he was wearing sunglasses. This normally wouldn’t cause you any concern but when it’s 6pm, there’s barely any sun outside to warrant sunglasses and he doesn’t take the sunglasses off when he gets inside, it raises some flags.

You adjusted the book you held on your lap and fiddled with the pages, trying to decide how you should approach him. Here you were, hoping for a relaxing closing shift and then this shady character walks through your doors.

Besides looking a little suspicious, he doesn’t do anything to make you worry. In fact, he takes a couple steps inside and then just… stares at the rows of shelves. If you didn’t know any better, he looked a little lost. Like he didn’t know how to begin looking for whatever he came to the library to find. You couldn’t tell if he was actually confused or if it was all just an elaborate act and he was actually trying to decide what books he could steal. Nonetheless, you were the manager so it was your responsibility to manage the situation. Kill them with kindness.

“Welcome in, sir! Let me know if I can help you find anything!” you say with a smile.

It seems the stranger hadn’t actually seen you sitting behind the counter of the front desk, because he jumped ever so slightly at the sound of your voice. He looked your way and didn’t say anything for a second. At least, you assumed he was looking at you. With his sunglasses on, it was hard to tell. The silence between the two of you was on the verge of getting awkward until he gave you the slightest of nods.

“Thank you.”

With that, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his long puffy coat and started to wander further back into the library. You watched him shuffle down the long aisle and eventually disappear behind the shelves. Letting out a sigh of relief, you slumped back into your chair and cleared your throat. He was dressed weird but his voice actually sounded quite kind, albeit a little monotone. While he wasn’t completely off your radar yet, you sat a little easier at your desk and decided to focus on your book, leaving the stranger to his business.

Looking down at your book, you settled back into the romantic story. It was a couple minutes later, when out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the man walk to another shelf. You didn’t think anything of it until you started to notice him move to multiple shelves, even revisiting ones he had already been to. When he returned a fourth time to a row of books he had already been to, you started to get concerned. What was he doing?

Book forgotten, you watched his pacing curiously. He seemed to be getting frustrated. Was he having trouble finding what he’s looking for? Deciding to be a good samaritan (and, you supposed, a proper manager), you slid your cafe receipt bookmark into your book and stood up from your chair. You walked around the threshold of the front desk and started approaching the stranger, who was scanning the lines of books he stood in front of. As you got closer, you started to realise how tall this man really was. Definitely over 6 feet tall! It was a little intimidating as you neared him from behind.

Hoping not to scare him like you did the first time, you very lightly knocked on the worn wood shelf that he stood next to. He shifted his gaze (still shrouded by sunglasses) from the books to you. Even with the sunglasses on, you could see the frustrated crease in his brow. You gave him a small smile.

“Are you looking for something specific? I can try to help you find it! These shelves can be hard to comb through when you don’t know where to look.”

The agitation in his face seemed to ease just slightly and he shifted on his feet. He turned to look at the books and then looked back at you. To your surprise, his long, slender hand raised and he slowly shifted the sunglasses off his face. With his face now exposed, you immediately felt your cheeks heat up. It was clear to you now that he looked to be around your age, maybe a little older. 25 or 26 maybe? His eyes were a beautiful shade of dark blue which complimented his sharp features nicely. You also finally took notice of the small hints of black hair that poked out from under his hat.

It took you a second to realize you were staring at him and that he had said something to you. Who could blame you for being star struck, this man was without a doubt the most attractive man you’ve seen come into your library to date.

“S-Sorry, what?”

“I’m not looking for a specific book, but do you have any… fitness related books? Or sports. Or something like that?” His voice was deep and it sent a shiver from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

“Yes! Yeah, we’ve got a section like that. Follow me!”

You turned on your heel and led him a couple rows down. He followed a few paces behind you and stopped when you faced a large shelf full of various sport books, books about physical training, motivational books and the like. You motioned to the whole isle.

“I think you’ll find what you’re looking for here. Everything is ordered alphabetically by the author’s last name and if you think of a specific book you want to find, there’s a couple computers towards the middle of the library you can use to help track the book down. We also have a large collection of sports magazines available as well that you can check out! Does this help narrow your search down a little?”

The stranger took a second to scan the spines of the books and nodded. “Yes, I should be able to find what I’m looking for. Thank you for your help.”

You gave him a happy smile and started to shuffle back to the front of the library. “Of course! Let me know if you need anything else.”

Giving him one last glance, you walked back to your desk and plopped back down in your chair with a giddy sigh. Of course, the patron you thought was about to rob the library blind ended up being a tall, devilishly handsome twenty-something year old who you were immediately attracted to. You really needed to stop judging people by their appearance, you decided.

After helping a sweet old lady renew her library card, you noticed the stranger approach the small portion of the library that had a couple of comfortable couches and chairs so patrons could sit and read. He held a book in his hands but you couldn’t tell what it was called or what it was about. He stood next to one of the couches and set the book down on the arm rest. Then, he proceeded to shed his long coat and you had to stop yourself from drooling. He wasn’t wearing anything fancy, just a baggy off-white long sleeved shirt and a pair of black athletic pants but boy did he make it work. With the coat off, you could better see his physique. He had a slimmer build, but you could tell he was strong by the way he held his slightly broader shoulders. This man didn’t skip the gym, that’s for sure.

After setting his coat down on the back of the couch, he settled onto one of the cushions and grabbed the book again. He stared at the cover for a second before opening to the first page and started to read.

There he stayed for over an hour, slowly reading through the book. You helped a handful of people at the counter, but mostly spent the rest of your shift reading your own book while occasionally sneaking glances at the man.

20 minutes before closing, he closed the book and slowly stood up. He stretched his arms high above his head which made his shirt ride up, exposing his abdomen which you could now see looked like it had been chiseled from stone.

Pull yourself together, woman. You were 99% sure your nose started bleeding.

The stranger put his coat back on and adjusted the hat on his head before heading back to the shelf he found his book. You presumed he put it back because he then walked back to the front of the library without a book in his hands. You sat up and gave him a big smile as he passed.

“Thanks for coming! Have a good night!”

He looked your way and shoved his hands in his pockets. To your surprise he gave you the tiniest hint of a smile.

“Thank you. You do the same.”

And he left.

Your heart fluttered in your chest when the stranger showed up again the next day. And the next. And a couple days after that. Whatever he found in your library must’ve really helped him, because he came in and picked up the same book to read on the couch again. And when he seemed to finish that book, he found a new one.

Your interactions with him were pretty short but had gotten a little more friendly. One time he said hello before you had a chance to say it first! And he’d given you a couple more little smiles!

He always came adorning the same outfit. Some kind of exercise clothing underneath his big coat, a hat and sunglasses. But boy, did he make it look good every time.

While seeing him made your whole shift worth it, you started to feel a little bad. You started to wonder if he came to the library so often because he had to in order to read his books. The stranger (who you realized a week after meeting that you still didn’t know his name) had never set up a library card so he could check out his books and bring them home. Maybe he didn’t like coming to the library but didn’t know how to set up a library card. Or maybe he didn’t even realize it was an option.

These thoughts plagued your conscience for days before you finally decided to just ask him. He seemed friendly enough so you were sure he wouldn’t mind an innocent inquiry. That didn’t stop the nervous butterflies from forming when he came in next, looking handsome as ever of course.

The sunglasses came off as soon as he walked in which was a more recent development, and you swooned a little each time you saw those dark blue eyes. Usually he’d walk past you and give you a tiny smile or a tiny nod or something when you welcome him in but today you stopped him before he walked too far.

“Hey! Can I ask you a question?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned towards you. His eyes were slightly wider than normal, probably surprised by your off script question. Luckily, he didn’t just brush you off like you were sort of expecting him to. You stood up from your chair as he approached the front desk and almost fell to the floor when he lifted his hat just slightly to muss up his hair. Was he scratching an itch? Was he doing it for you? You didn’t know but it was the first time you’d seen past his forehead and you were sure you would feel the same primal urges if he had just stripped naked right in your lobby.

Mentally smacking yourself in the face, you drummed your fingers on the counter and nervously smiled at him. “I was just wondering if you would be interested in setting up a library card? It’s totally free and you can check out as many books as you’d like. That way you don’t have to spend so much time here.”

His expression instantly went from neutral to a little offended. Your heart dropped and you started spewing apologies.

“N-Not that I don’t like having you here! Because I do! I love it when you come in- I mean I love it when anyone comes in. But especially you, I guess. You’re nice and quiet, don’t cause any trouble…”

You felt like you were about to throw up. He went back to his usual neutral self, maybe even had a hint of amusement on his face. With him, it was hard to tell. And lord, his stare was always so intense. He had no trouble keeping eye contact, but you on the other hand? You were looking everywhere but him.

“Anyways, I just wanted to make sure you knew it was an option. I’d feel bad if you felt like the only way to enjoy the books here was staying for hours at a time when you could take them home and enjoy them there.”

You were pretty sure you were sweating through your sweater but he seemed to be pondering what you said. He fiddled with one of the tiny pencils that littered the countertop and shrugged. “I don’t mind coming here. It’s peaceful and I don’t usually frequent places that are quiet like this. But I’ll set one up just in case I don’t have time to stay and read.”

Instantly your worries about possibly offending him vanished and you grinned. “Alright! Let’s get one set up for you. It’s really easy, I’ll just need some basic information.”

You asked him for his address which he, for some reason, was hesitant to give out but you assured him it was just to make sure he lived in the area. Then you asked him for his name and two forms of ID.

“Kageyama Tobio.”

Kageyama Tobio. Finally a name to put to his face, and it fit him perfectly! That and… you couldn’t help but feel like you’d heard his name before. You didn’t go to school with him, right? That would be awkward if you had and didn’t recognize a fellow classmate. Maybe it was a different Kageyama you were thinking of?

Brushing off the feeling you looked at the ID’s he gave you. One driver’s license and his passport. Everything on his ID’s matched the information he had given you so all was well. You couldn’t help but notice that his passport seemed well used and looked to be stamped pretty recently.

“Travel often?” you asked while you grabbed a new library card and started attaching all of his information to it.

The stranger, Kageyama, took his license and passport back and started putting them away in the backpack he always had with him. “Yeah, I leave the country pretty often for…. work.”

“Ah, very cool! Well, here’s your new library card! Anytime you want to check something out you just have to bring the book to one of these computers, scan the book and your card and it’ll be yours for a week!”

He reached out and took the card from your hand, long fingers brushing yours ever so slightly. Guess you were never going to wash that hand again.

“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” He slid the card into his coat pocket and took a step back. “Have a good night (Y/n).”

You watched him with blaring red cheeks as he stepped out into the night. How did he know your name? Was he stalking you? Surely not… he didn’t seem the type. Your concern didn’t last long when you realized you were wearing your name tag.

Despite having his new library card, Kageyama continued to stay in the library to read his books. You weren’t sure why (part of you hoped it was because he enjoyed seeing you) but you were glad he felt a sense of peace here that he apparently rarely felt anywhere else. Unfortunately, your conversations with him were still short and sweet. He seemed to either not care too much for conversation or felt too awkward to really talk to you. However, he did make a bit more of an effort to say hi to you when he came in now, one time even waiting until you were finished with another patron to say good evening.

The turning point in your relationship started one Friday night.

It was a rare busy day at the library and you barely had time to think. The library had multiple activities and events planned that day that were very chaotic. Storytimes, an author signing, a tiny book fair, a giant class field trip. With everything happening, your library was in disarray. It took the last two hours of your shift to get everything back in order. Shelves were reorganised, the carpet was vacuumed, and the toilet was unclogged. Some punk 6th grader thought it would be funny to shove 3 whole rolls of toilet paper down the drain. By the time 9pm rolled around, you were wiped and eager to go home.

While you were doing the rounds of the library as a final check to make sure everything was in order before you closed up for the weekend, you almost had a heart attack when you took notice of someone laying on one of the little couches. It was Kageyama and he was sound asleep. His hat was pulled over his eyes and he was snoring ever so slightly. One of his arms dangled off the couch and the other rested over his chest where his book was sitting open. He was so tall, his feet were sticking over one of the armrests. You hadn’t even seen him come in. You must’ve been so preoccupied he didn’t feel like you had time to say hello. He looked so peaceful, you didn’t want to wake him up but unfortunately you couldn’t just leave him here.

Stepping quietly over to him, you very slowly rested your hand over his hand that was laying over the top of his book. It was the first time you were seeing the books he was picking up close.

The Mental Game of Volleyball

Interesting pick, you thought. You gently shook his hand but he didn’t budge so you shook a little harder. It took you a couple more shakes and a hushed “Kageyama” to wake him up. He didn’t startle awake thank goodness, just slowly shifted and lifted the hat off his eyes so he could see. He looked bleary at you and then looked around at where he was.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to wake you but I have to close up. It’s 9 o’clock.”

That seemed to wake him up a little because he shuffled into a sitting position while you backed away a little bit. You could’ve sworn you saw the slightest hint of red tinge his cheeks but it could’ve been the low lighting.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I thought I just dozed off for a couple minutes.” He stood up and started gathering his things while you waved him off.

“No worries! It happens more often than you’d think, I promise. These couches are some of the comfiest things in the universe so I don’t blame you!”

He had a small smile on his face when he threw his coat on. The both of you walked back towards the front of the library after he put his book back on the shelf (you didn’t make a comment about how he could just bring it with him) and you flipped almost all of the lights off, leaving just a couple on so you could see when you came back in on Monday. Kageyama shuffled forward so he could hold the door open for you, which you thanked him for. It took you a couple seconds to lock the doors before you both started to head towards the parking lot. A lone car sat waiting, which you assumed was Kageyama’s. It looked like a pretty new model and it was dark blue in color. You smiled internally. It matched his eyes! You noticed him looking around the lot and turned to you in question.

“Where’s your car?”

“Ah, I take the bus! I do have a car but my sister is currently using it because she works late shifts at the hospital and the buses usually aren’t running by the time she gets off work so I want to make sure she has a ride home. I don’t mind it actually! It’s a nice calming end to my day.”

Kageyama was fidgeting with his car keys as you both approached his car. The bus stop was just a couple minute walk from here so you were just planning on saying your goodbyes once you reached his vehicle. You were about to tell him to have a goodnight before he interrupted you.

“Can I walk you to the bus stop? It’s late and dark. I would offer you a ride home but figured you would maybe… not be comfortable with that. Seeing as how we don’t know each other too well…” his voice tapered off and you were sure you were seeing red on his cheeks this time. It warmed your heart that he wanted to make sure you were safe but also took into consideration your possible hesitancy to get a ride home from an almost stranger.

“I’d love for you to join me on my walk! It’s not too far so it shouldn’t take up too much of your time.”

He seemed relieved you agreed to let him come. Together you both started walking towards the bus stop. It was a quiet walk at first, not too uncomfortable but you definitely wanted to try to fill the silence.

“I noticed you’re reading a book about volleyball. Do you like the sport?”

He looked at you in mild surprise before nodding a little bit, one of his small smiles creeping onto his face. “I enjoy it, yeah.”

“Cool! I’m not big into sports in general to be honest. I’m not very coordinated so they’re not my strong suit but they’re fun to watch! I guess if I had to pick a favorite, volleyball would be pretty high on my list. I’m not good at it but it was a fun unit in gym class! I’ve been seeing quite a few news segments about volleyball recently. I don’t follow it too often but people sure like it around here. Actually, I think one of Japan’s professional teams practices near here, right? What are they called… it’s some kind of bird name I think?”

Kageyama didn’t say anything but you could see that he was smiling more than you had ever seen him smile before. Were you completely off? If he’s reading a volleyball book, he must follow the game closely and you probably just embarrassed the hell out of yourself with your limited knowledge. While you were mentally beating yourself up, the two of you reached the bus stop. It was void of people, and void of a bus. Kageyama didn’t make any moves to leave you at the stop alone so you turned to face him.

“I’m probably way wrong. All my volleyball knowledge about teams and such comes from the news, ads or passing conversations in a store.” you said with a laugh, hoping to save at least some of your dignity. To your surprise, Kageyama actually laughed a little bit with you. It was a beautiful sound that you doubted you’d ever forget. You had a feeling he didn’t laugh too often so it was something special to hear.

You smiled and shifted your gaze down the street, watching for the bus. You were dreading for this moment to end. While you had embarrassed yourself, you had also made Kageyama laugh which trumped the humiliation.

Looking around some more, a poster hung up on the walls of the bus stop caught your eye. “Speak of the devil!” you exclaimed, walking up to the flyer.

It was a poster for the volleyball team you had just been talking about. The poster was advertising a big championship game. “Look! I wasn’t crazy, they do have a bird name. The Schweiden Adlers. Looks like they have a big game coming up.” Looking closer at the poster, you noticed the date of the game. “Oh! It’s tomorrow!”

Kageyama walked up to stand next to you, observing the poster himself. He didn’t say anything, just listened to you.

“Looks like a pretty big game! They’re playing the best volleyball team in America. Very cool. ‘Come watch some of the greatest volleyball players in Japan!’” You continued to scan the page until you read one of the text boxes that was bolded darker than most of the rest of the poster.

Featuring key players of the Japan Men’s National team, including the two-time Olympic champion setter: Kageyama Tobio

You stared at the text while your brain tried to catch up to what you had just read. This was just a coincidence. There’s no way the Kageyama standing next to you was an Olympic champion, right? There’s probably another Kageyama Tobio. However, you started to look at the picture on the poster and almost fainted. Right there, in the middle of the team picture, was your Kageyama. He wore a white jersey with some black and gold accents and a large number 20 right in the middle of it. He was surrounded by his teammates, and they seemed to be fresh off a game because they looked exhausted but exhilarated, sweat dripping down their necks.

Slack jawed, you glanced over at him. He was watching you, gaging your reaction to this news.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you anything about what I do. It just never came up and nowadays it’s hard to find strangers who don’t recognize me. You were a nice change of pace. Someone who treated me like a regular person. That’s one of the reasons I like coming to your library so much.”

Everything was starting to fall in place. Why he always wore a hat and sunglasses and looked like he was hesitant to show his face. Why he was always wearing athletic attire. The books he read. You felt a little stupid for not putting it all together earlier.

“N-No, it’s ok! I should’ve probably put two and two together a little sooner. I recognized your name when you set up the library card, but couldn’t remember where I had heard it before. Now I know I have definitely heard your name on the news. But… you’re an Olympic athlete?! What is that like?”

He looked a little sheepish now that you sort of knew who he was. Reaching up, he took off his hat entirely which was the first time he had ever done so in front of you. His hair was a little messy from being in the hat for so long but it looked good on him. He had black hair but when the light hit it just right, it had some blue undertones. And boy did it look soft.

“It’s every athlete’s dream. Getting to play the greatest volleyball players from all over the world was exciting and I hope I get more chances to go. That’s why I’ve been coming to your library. To try to find ways I can improve.”

You nodded in understanding and let out a little laugh. “I’m sure you’ll get a chance to go again. I mean, this poster is basically calling you the greatest setter in all of Japan so your chances look pretty good! So how did-“

You were cut off when the loud sounds of a bus started pulling into the station. You wanted to ask him so many more questions but it seemed like they’d have to wait. Hopefully he’ll still feel comfortable coming back to the library, now that you sort of know who he is. Shifting on your feet, you stepped towards the bus.

“Well it’s nice to officially meet you Kageyama! I’m excited to hear about the championship game-“ He stopped your goodbye by reaching out and gently grabbing your forearm.

“Come to the game tomorrow. I-I have an extra ticket that’ll give you a front row seat, and I have a couple of friends going that can keep you company. It should be a fun game to watch.”

Shocked by the invitation, you stammered with a response. “B-But I don’t want to be a bother and steal your extra ticket! And I don’t even really know how volleyball works, just the basics-“

“My friends can teach you while you watch. Trust me, you’ll probably wish they’d stop talking by the end of the game. That and there’s no one else I’d want to give the ticket to. I want you to come.” He looked almost desperate.

You really didn’t have a reason why you couldn’t go. The only thing on your agenda tomorrow was watering your plants. “Alright, yeah I’ll come! Umm… but how do I get my ticket and where do I go-“

“I’ll give you my number and send you your ticket. One of my friends can meet you outside the stadium and show you where to go. I’ll text you all the details. Does that work?”

He gave a lopsided smile when you nodded in agreement. Quickly exchanging phone numbers, you waved goodbye as you got on the bus and watched him start walking back to his car. Butterflies were running rampant in your stomach and your mind was racing.

This random stranger, who turned out to be one of the best of the best in volleyball, just asked you to come watch his game. You! A little library manager! What should you wear? Are Kageyama’s friends nice? How do you score a point in volleyball again? What’s Kageyama going to look like when he’s in his element?

Tomorrow was shaping up to be an interesting day.

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A/N: This is the first fan-fiction I've written in years so I don't remember how this works ;-; but thanks for reading! I got this idea in the shower, and it plagued me so much I had to put the ideas into words. Part 2 is in the works! Kageyama my beloved

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GO TO HELL [ch. 2]

[Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader]

Previous: Chapter One

➨ Chapter Two

Next: Chapter Three

Premise:

You love your friends. You really do. But sometimes it needs reminding when one of them accidentally sends you to Hell.

Despite falling into the hands of Hell’s loveliest princess, finding a way back to the world of the living proves difficult as you tiptoe around its king.

Warning(s): daddy issues, invasion of personal space

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Otherwise, enjoy!

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CHAPTER TWO

Once again, you found yourself having no clue what you signed up for. At this point, it was on you. You should have learned your lesson the last time you put your trust in someone.

This time, instead of being booted through a portal into hell, you were being dressed up like a doll. The outfit you arrived in wasn’t ‘hellspawn’ enough so Charlie was throwing a plethora of outfits at you and seeing what stuck. You had to admit, you liked how the new clothes looked on you, but Charlie would scrutinize them before changing them again.

Personally, you thought you were being a pretty good sport about it.

Just when you thought it was over, she dragged you in front of her vanity before darting out of the room. This worried you. It was safe enough to assume she was going to do something with your hair or makeup, but what did she need that wasn’t already here?

You began looking around her bedroom, taking in the details of the rich maroon wallpaper and the way the wood paneling complemented it in both shape and color. Her bed was truly something to be envious of, though. It seemed to be even bigger than a king, and the canopy frame allowed her to have translucent and opaque purple curtains draped in layers above it.

It was possible the entirety of the hotel could look like this once it was thoroughly scrubbed down and decorated. A diamond in the rough, if you will.

You could probably afford to stick around for a day to help deep clean. They were doing so much for you despite being a stranger who had (politely) broken in. Had you been in their shoes, you would have done them in with an iron skillet first and asked questions later (in the courtroom).

You jumped as Charlie came scrambling back in with what seemed to be tubes of paint. You couldn’t help but feel concerned for what was to come.

The paint was squeezed into a bowl with a squelching sound similar to a ketchup bottle towards the end of its life. She reached across you to grab a makeup brush and began mixing it together.

Where did she think she was gonna put that?

You barely had time to react before she dragged the cold wet brush across your cheek. It only took her a minute to completely lather your face. You dared to look at yourself in the vanity mirror as she moved on to cover the rest of your exposed skin. Her gentleness tickled as the brush swept across your arms. She kept it rather neat to your surprise.

“Don’t worry. We just need to get the base down, and then we can spruce it up!” she chirped.

When you asked what there was to get ready for, this was not what you imagined. You could understand not wanting to look like a bum when meeting new people, but to go this far… Meeting a parent shouldn’t even matter if you’re not dating their kid. There was nothing you had to prove to Charlie’s father. Especially since you wouldn’t see him again so long as everything went according to plan.

The actual reason Vaggie suggested this was far more reasonable.

No, they weren’t just doing this to make you look pretty. They wanted to hide you completely. The idea was to make you look like a demon to the best of their ability in hopes of avoiding any unwanted attention. You understood why. Your first hour or so in Hell was pretty traumatic to say the least.

Vaggie went on to list all the things that could happen to you if you were found as a human, which did not help your nerves one bit. You could end up on someone’s dinner plate, or your teeth could be sold on the not-so-black market for a pretty hefty price. Your bucket list may be lengthy, but having your parts being used as someone else’s decor was sure as shit not on it.

Charlie tried to reassure you that her childhood home wouldn’t be so dangerous. However, she couldn’t promise her dad would have a positive reaction to a human wandering around, so it would still be safer to go in disguise. It would also draw far less attention from the staff, meaning you wouldn’t be stuck there so long.

You really got the vibe that she had daddy issues from how much she emphasized it being a quick trip. Not to mention her reluctance to go in the first place…

Charlie finished up the base coat of paint and moved on to add details to make it more realistic. She then adjusted your hairstyle to cover your hairline where the edges of paint were most noticeable.

“Okay, okay, now the final touch…” she said as she bounced over to her closet behind you.

You couldn’t see what she was grabbing. You only felt something being placed on your head. Before you could look in the mirror, Charlie invaded your view and shoved a pair of glasses onto your face.

You were dragged over to her golden cheval mirror.

“Grand reveal!”

You certainly didn’t look human anymore. Your natural complexion was completely hidden, and the thing Charlie placed upon your head was a pair of fake horns, which she was bobby-pinning in place to ensure they’d stay put. The outfit itself you really liked, but the glasses she had chosen were in the shape of large hearts with bold red tint.

You felt so goofy.

You’d rather be offered up to one of the demonic cannibals than be caught looking like this in the living world. Your only solace was that the majority of people in Hell looked even stranger than you. That, and the amount of coverage you had made you feel like you were wearing a mask that you could hide behind..

“You look…amazing!” Charlie sang, hopping up and down a little. You may have felt a little embarrassed by your get-up, but the joy on her face nearly made it worth it. “Come on, we have to show Vaggie!”

You trailed behind her down the stairs where Vaggie was waiting to send the two of you off. She couldn’t tag along due to prior arrangements. If you remembered correctly, she was going to be interviewing potential guests for the hotel. Real guests rather than a human who had washed up on their doorstep.

“Vaggie, Vaggie, look!” Charlie called. “You would never guess she was human, right?”

Vaggie looked you up and down analytically before locking onto your face.

“It turned out pretty good, but, uh…” She gestured at her own eyes rather than pointing at you. “What’s with the shades?”

“Well…Her eyes were the only thing I couldn’t really disguise, so the sunglasses will keep them from being visible!” Charlie said with a big grin, clasping her hands together in front of her chest. “They’re also so cute.”

She and you must have very different tastes, but who knows, this could be what was trendy here in Hell. Even if it wasn’t, she made a good point. Of the few demons you’d seen, none of their eyes looked like a typical human’s.

Two beeps from outside the hotel were your cue it was time to head out.

“It’ll go great,” Vaggie said to Charlie, rubbing her back.

“Right…we’ll be back soon!” Charlie said as she led you outside where a white and pink limo was waiting.

Oh. So she was rich then.

You figured the hotel itself wasn’t too cheap, but the condition it was in didn’t make it seem like it would break the bank. This was a clue into Charlie’s status that had yet to be revealed to you.

The drive through town allowed you to take in the sights rather than watching it all blur by whilst running for your life. There was a good range of shops between ‘normal enough’ to ‘I’d expect no less from Hell.’ Some sold electronics and furniture while others advertised hitman services.

You were pretty sure you passed a vending machine that sold hard drugs.

Watching the denizens made you thankful that you were in the safety of the car. A woman in a business suit doing lines off a public bench before waltzing into the city library. A sketchy dude hanging around the outside of a rundown playground… He seemed to be mocking one of the kids before it launched itself at him, going straight for the jugular.

You looked away before you witnessed something you’d regret.

Charlie caught your eye, shooting you a wide grin. You did your best to smile back.

You wondered where her father would fall on the spectrum of people here. Would he be out for blood like the majority of folks you’d seen? If so, you’d be with Charlie trying to get out of there as quickly as you could.

“Park down here, please!” you heard Charlie say to the driver after a while.

Your surroundings hadn’t changed much from where you started out. The city did seem to be a bit more residential in this area, but the level of chaos remained the same.

You followed Charlie out of the vehicle, expecting to walk into one of the many townhouses lining the uneven street. Instead, she took you down a few blocks and around a corner. It was as if she didn’t want your arrival to be known. To be fair, you didn’t either. The thought of any interactions with Hell-dwellers beyond Charlie and Vaggie made you nervous.

You found yourself standing in front of tall golden gates attached to a stone wall that encircled a grand manor. It was massive, at least twice the size of the hotel, with elegant gold detailing around the windows and pillars. Even though it was gorgeous, you were a little thrown off by its odd shapes and red stripes that reminded you of a circus tent.

It was quite the niche aesthetic…

The front door opened as soon as the two of you reached the top of the stairs, greeted by a small red demon. He had black and white striped horns and wore a cute little suit that reminded you of a butler.

“Welcome back, miss,” he said, dipping his head a bit as he stepped aside to let us in. “I was unaware you would be visiting. Is your father expecting you?”

“Oh, no…” Charlie began fiddling with her hair. “We were just passing by when I remembered I wanted to…pick something up! It’s good to see you. I wish we could catch up, but my friend and I are on a tight schedule.”

Her laugh was forced as she grabbed your shoulders and began pushing you down the hall, ignoring the way you stumbled along. She told you that there would be a room where her dad kept an array of magical tools and artifacts. Most were gifts to earn his favor, she explained.

It made you wonder what sort of industry he was a part of where people were trying to suck up to such a degree.

Pictures lined the hallways with the majority having Charlie as the subject. Their golden frames contrasted nicely against the striped red wallpaper.

You couldn’t help but stop to look at one from when she was in an awkward preteen phase of her life. She was quick to notice and pull you away with a red face. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

Your relationship with Charlie was nothing deep. The two of you had only met the day before, afterall. But seeing bits of her past like this felt intimate in a way one would share memories with a friend. You hoped it didn’t embarrass her too much.

Maybe you would show her some of your baby pictures to make up for it later.

“Oh, this was my old bedroom! One second, there’s something I do want to grab,” she said as she pulled you to a stop before darting inside.

You peeked in through the doorway. It was similar to her current bedroom in some ways, another canopy bed with a plethora of drapery around it and a beautiful vanity with a soft glow emanating from behind it. Yet it was clear that it once belonged to a child from the stuffed animal collection and softer color palette.

Charlie had wandered over to a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, rummaging through it as she searched for whatever it was she remembered.

You waited outside the doorway. It felt inappropriate to enter a place so sentimental to someone who was largely still a stranger to you. Seeing so many portraits from her past already seemed like a breach of her privacy even though you couldn’t help it. It’s not like you could wander around the halls with your eyes closed.

As you turned away from her room, a small man came strutting around the corner, donned in all white save for a red waistcoat and black knee-high boots. He was about to proceed down the hall perpendicular to yours before skidding to a halt.

His head whipped around to face you, and you froze.

Shit.

His pale blonde hair, ghostly white skin, and rosy spots on his cheeks made him nearly identical to Charlie. He had to be either the father or a brother that she had yet to mention.

He stared into your damn soul, unmoving. You wondered if he could see right through your disguise. Through the paint on your skin to the blood that pulsed underneath. Past your skull to the thoughts racing through your mind.

You stood stalk still in your spot, as well, staring right back at him. You felt it was the only thing you could do. It was either that or book it, but you weren’t paying attention to the turns you took to get to this point. You’d be lost in a heartbeat. Imagine how stupid you’d look then.

So you opted to harness your inner statue. You didn’t dare move a muscle in case–by some miracle–he could only detect movement. If you were lucky, he would shrug and continue strutting away.

Manifest…manifest…manifest–

“Who are you?” He demanded in a deadpan voice as he jabbed his cane in your direction.

Shittt.

“I’m–uh…” Your eyes darted to the side before landing back on him. “Who are you?”

Meeting the parents was never your forte.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Dad!”

Thank fucking god.

His eyes lit up and a massive sharp-toothed smile spread across his face, completely forgetting about you the instant Charlie entered the hallway.

“Charlie!” he practically screamed, arms spreading wide into the air. You had to duck out of the way as he threw himself onto his daughter. One would think he was attempting to squeeze the life out of her with how tightly he was holding on.

She looked miserable.

You did your best to hide your smile at the exchange. You could remember all the times you were embarrassed by overly affectionate loved ones shamelessly kissing and cooing at you in front of your peers. You were sure that at least half the time it was done so with malicious intent.

On the flip side, it was always quite enjoyable to witness it happening to others.

“I know, Dad. It’s good to see you, too…” She was patting his back, an attempt to signal she was ready to be let go.

“Why didn’t you tell me you would be visiting? We could have planned something fun to do ahead of time–”

“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing! We weren’t originally planning on dropping by, but I remembered there was something I wanted to grab, so…” she lied.

You were unaware she hadn’t given her dad any sort of heads up at all. You felt bad that you were sneaking in without his knowing. Especially since he seemed so overjoyed just to get to see her.

“Speaking of,” she redirected, stepping aside and turning to you. “This is one of my friends–”

“Ah, it is so nice to meet you!” he eagerly cut in.

You were only going to exchange a small wave, but he practically jumped on you, grabbing your hand and shaking it with exuberance.

“My goodness, Charlie never brings her friends over. This–this is so exciting!”

He was so close that it gave you goosebumps. He looked less human than Charlie, but not quite animalistic like the other demons you’d seen. His red pupils were much smaller than hers, bordering on snake-like slits, and all of his teeth were akin to daggers. She must have gotten her more human qualities from her mother.

You did your very best to smile as genuinely as you could.

“It’s nice to meet you, too–uh–Sir.”

He drew back, finally giving you space. Then his eyes lowered to your mouth.

You quickly sealed your lips.

Was he looking at your teeth? They wouldn’t give you away, would they? Charlie and Vaggie had mostly dull teeth aside from their abnormally sharp canines. If he asked, you could tell him you wanted to see how far you could file them down…

Worrying about your appearance made you uncomfortably aware of the paint coating your skin. It felt so thick all of a sudden. So sticky but also dry. And the fake horns were so heavy. God, you wanted nothing more than to rip it all off.

Your heartbeat was picking up speed.

Did his eyebrow just twitch?

His eyes narrowed slightly but that grin held fast. He briefly looked down to his hands before returning to your face, rubbing his gloved fingers together. It was as if touching you left an uncomfortable feeling behind that he was trying to get off.

“I’m glad we got to run into you, but we’re on a bit of a time crunch, so we should get going,” Charlie said, laughing nervously as she tugged on your sleeve.

“It was nice meeting you,” you repeated with a dip of your head before following her down the hall.

You could feel his eyes on you while you walked away. As you turned the corner, you glanced back to confirm you were just paranoid.

His red eyes were locked onto you. He hadn’t moved from his spot, and his smile was gone.

Relief washed over once you were out of his line of sight. There’s no way he knew you were human. He couldn’t have been able to tell from just your teeth.

But then why did he look at you so strangely?

Your anxiety began to let up more and more as you got further away. Glancing over at Charlie, you could tell she, too, was bothered. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips pursed. She kept silent until you finally arrived at the room you came here for in the first place.

It was filled with shelves that held a wide variety of objects. From books, to statues, to strange glowing orbs on pedestals…

If you could find what you needed quickly, none of this would matter. You wouldn’t have to worry about Charlie’s dad figuring you out. You would be back home, safe and sound.

Where it was a good thing you were human.

Where the only things you had to worry about were bills and boy troubles.

“Alrighty,” Charlie said, closing the door after you. “I’m not really sure where to start, but some of these should have labels or descriptions or something.”

That was reassuring.

You each got to work, filing through piece by piece. She wasn’t wrong about some being labeled, though their names often told you little to nothing about what they actually were or what they could do.

As you went to flip through an old book similar in appearance to Devon’s, it was engulfed in purple flames. You gasped, backing away and colliding with something behind you.

Spinning around in hopes of preventing whatever you bumped into from falling, you came face to face with Charlie’s father.

Your heart stopped.

“Might I help you find something?” The smirk adorning his lips as he leaned closer was not comforting whatsoever. You were beginning to understand Charlie’s distress. This man had no concern for personal space.

Wide-eyed, you glanced over at Charlie who looked nearly as alarmed as you to see him there. You side-stepped away so that you were no longer sandwiched between him and the shelves.

“Dad…” Charlie drawled. “Don’t you have something more important to be doing right now?”

“What could possibly be more important than my favorite daughter? It’s been so long since I’ve last seen you!” he said, facing her.

“I’m your only daughter,” Charlie groaned.

“Uh-huh, which is why I want to spend as much time with you as I can~” he sang as threw an arm around her shoulder. “Say, have I gotten to show you my newest ducks yet?”

“No…look we’re really busy right now.”

“Right, right. Looking for something that you need,” he said, waving his hand in the air as he recalled her previous words. “In this room of all places?”

That made Charlie stiffen.

“Ah, well–uh…”

“She was just showing me around while we were passing,” you spoke up. You were so thankful that your smile didn’t falter when his half-lidded eyes turned to you once more. “It would have been a shame to have missed out on so many amazing relics.”

“I’m sure,” he hummed. “If you’re curious about any in particular, I can tell you all about them.”

He relinquished Charlie to step up to you again.

“Were you a historian when you were alive?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Ah…No…” you said, looking off to the side. There was a moment of silence before you realized he was probably expecting you to specify your occupation. “I was a clinical technician. Items such as these would be interesting to anyone though, I’d imagine.”

“And what did you do to wind up here in Hell?”

What?

“Um, I didn’t…”

“Many would assume working in the medical field would earn you a one-way ticket straight to Heaven, so what could you have possibly done to land yourself here?” His tone turned serious, eyes narrowing.

You needed to calm yourself down. He was probably just interrogating you to ensure his daughter was keeping good company. You’d likely do the same if your child was surrounded by a bunch of sinners with some of the worst track records known to man.

What answer could you give him that was justified enough but didn’t make you sound like a psycho?

You stole a bunch of human blood and used it in a satanic seance.

He didn’t need to know that.

Premarital sex?

No, he had no business knowing about your sex life either.

“I cheated on a test once,” you answered with a guilty smile.

He gave you the most deadpan stare you’d ever seen.

“Premarital sex, too.”

“That’ll do it!” Charlie chimed in.

“That’s the whole reason Charlie and I met actually,” you said, trying to redirect the conversation.

Both gave you odd looks. That probably wasn’t the best way to follow up that statement, but oh well.

“She told me all about how I can redeem myself at the hotel she’s running! I hope to one day reclaim my virginity until I find that special someone.”

You smiled sweetly in hopes that it would earn you a few more brownie points. Weren’t you just the most precious little sinner?

“That’s right! She only recently got here, and she’s already seeking redemption! Isn’t that fantastic?” Charlie placed herself at your side, presenting you as if you were a class project. “She hasn’t even heard about the extermination yet!”

“The what?” You turned to face her.

“Don’t worry about it,” she waved you off.

Her father had both hands propped upon his apple cane as he squinted at the two of you. You were clearly hiding something but he had yet to figure out what.

Trumpets began to blare from right beside you, causing even more strain on your frantic heart.

“Hehe, sorry, one second,” Charlie said, pulling her phone out of her pocket to check whatever notification caused that horrid noise. There was a moment of silence as she read the message before her eyes widened, and she went slack jawed. “Shit.”

Well. That didn’t sound good.

Her father looked concerned about her reaction, as well, placing himself at her side with a hand on her arm as he looked up at her.

“Is everything alright, sweetie?” he asked in a soft tone.

“It’s nothing,” she shook her head, pulling away from him. “It was nice seeing you, Dad, but we really have to go now.”

She grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the room with her, leaving her father behind without a second glance.

Next Chapter

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tag list: @spookysisters @for-hearthand-home @crescent-z

#lucifer magne #lucifer magne x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #demon summoning #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar #occult #daddy issues #charlie magne #charlie morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer

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talshiargirlfriend · 20 days ago

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Day Twenty-Nine of the 30 Day Writing Challenge

It’s looking good for your girl actually finishing something! Has this idea been done to death? Yeah maybe, but it’s my first time at this particular rodeo and I’m gonna ride the mechanical bull, ok?

An undelivered message

He tried to open his eyes and clear his throat, but the messages didn’t seem to be getting from his brain to his body. Dimly he was aware of pain and pressure and then nothingness again.

Trip fought through the confusion and found himself in a featureless white landscape. A familiar figure sat just out of reach.

“Hey.”

“Trip!” T’Pol turned and scrambled toward him looking … well, she looked frantic. That was not a good sign.

Even knowing this was all a mental construct it still felt good when she picked up one of his hands and squeezed it between both of hers.

“Must be pretty bad if you’re showing up in my daydreams,” he remarked.

“I couldn’t feel anything from your mind,” she answered somberly.

Trip could sense how badly that had rattled T’Pol even as he watched her do that neat little trick where she exhaled and all the expression just vanished from her face.

“Your vital signs are currently similar to those of someone in a Vulcan healing trance.”

Trip snorted, “Oh, I bet Phlox had some questions about that!”

“I … was not in a state to provide answers,” she admitted.

He grimaced, “That bad?”

“You almost got yourself killed.” Her anger was sharp like a slap.

“I’m sorry about that.” Trip could feel the pain tugging at him.

“Phlox did not think you’d survive surgery. The damage to your face, neck, and chest was severe. Recovery will be arduous,” T’Pol told him in her straightforward manner.

“So I’m gonna look as bad as I feel. You still gonna like me when I’m ugly?” He tried to joke.

T’Pol looked at him seriously, “You could never be anything but beautiful to me.”

It was getting harder to ignore the throbbing pain signals from his body — sure, now the messages could get through — but he smiled and placed his free hand on top of hers.

“So, have I got anything but pain and misery to look forward to when I wake up?” he asked.

She considered for a moment. “There is that repulsive green gelatinous confection you like.”

“Lime jello?” he laughed. “You gonna feed it to me?”

“If you wish.”

Trip smirked, “Are you gonna wear a skimpy little outfit too?”

“Your ability to make sexually suggestive jokes in the most serious of circumstances defies reason.” Her affectionate exasperation soothed him.

“That’s not a no...” he teased in return.

She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head as if genuinely considering his request.

“God, you really did think I was dead.”

Her jagged spike of anguish was more answer than her slight shrug.

The pain was pulling his focus insistently. He was going to wake up to a nightmare soon.

“I’m scared, T’Pol,” he admitted.

T’Pol looked at him sympathetically. She tugged at his hand and slotted her fingers between his.

“Trip,” she told him firmly, “when you wake, I will still be here holding your hand.”

“Okay,” he nodded, and the whiteness went dark.

#30 day writing challenge #my fic #star trek enterprise #major character injury #almost canon compliant for the travesty #trip x t'pol

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faeruy · 8 months ago

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One of the things I'm loving about Agatha All Along (among many, many things) is Lilia's sudden outbursts involving tarot. So far we've had two cards mentioned, and I kinda wanted to analyze how they're being used. Note; I'm fully just an amateur hobbyiest when it comes to tarot, I mostly use it as a backdrop to my homebrew D&D campaign cause I enjoy the symbology of it, so I may get things wrong.

So first up -

Three of Pentacles - This one is triggered when Lilia sees the 'Three Star' on her eviction notice and she writes down the names of the rest of the coven. This one is pretty straightforward - at its most basic Three of Pentacles represents teamwork. Kinda important when you're forming a coven. It emphasizes collaboration and shared goals, all the things Agatha is going to need to survive the Road.

What I find interesting is that the Reverse reading is equally important; lack of cohesion, conflict, poor motivation, and ego are all part of the Three of Pentacles Reversed. They are also very much Agatha's flaws, and her current predicament is a direct result of those flaws.

So all in all, it's use in Agatha All Along is pretty straightforward; Agatha needs a team, they need to collaborate and work together. They, especially Agatha, need to be wary of ego, selfishness and disharmony, or they will fail.

The High Priestess - This one is triggered the first time Lilia meets Jennifer Kale. This one is waaay more interesting in what it means, IMO. In it's upright position, the High Priestess invokes intuition, sacred knowledge, and the subconscious mind. It speaks of femininity, although maybe not quite as strongly as the Empress. It makes sense for Jen; she's the most overtly feminine of the witches, wearing soft, light pink when Lilia meets her. Her speciality is Potions, which speaks to having a good deal of specialized knowledge.

However, this is a case where on first glance, the Reverse is actually stronger in Jen. The High Priestess Reverse is all about the disconnect from intuition, withdrawal, and repression. Like a witch who has been disconnected from her magic because she's been bound. It's no wonder that Lilia pegged her as The High Priestess immediately, since she seems to represent at least parts of both aspects.

What's really interesting though is what we see in the third episode. It's a trial, especially tailored for Jen, and we see just how fully she represents The High Priestess. Her self-doubt, caused by the disconnect from her magic, is STRONG, because she doesn't trust the intuition and knowledge that still exist within her. They only survive when she starts to trust herself again. There's also kind of a neat detail about the fact that they all hallucinate - bringing their subconscious to the surface - which is just another facet of the High Priestess.

One other fun thing; I very much doubt this was intentional, but The High Priestess is 2 of the Major Arcana, which makes it the 3rd card (since The Fool is 0). This is the 3rd episode of Agatha All Along, but since the first 2 were shown together, this is the 2nd night of aired shows. I just think it's a fun connection.

It does suggest that the show is using the cards to do some decent foreshadowing. For sure at the end of the 2nd episode, I assumed that the reading wasn't that deep, and for the Three of Pentacles, it may not be. But after the third episode and the way Jen's connection to the card grew stronger, I'm more interested to see what other cards will be mentioned and what role they'll play in the show. I know Lilia is holding The Tower in one of the promo posters, and I can't wait to see if that ties into Lilia personally, or if it's just part of the general theme of the show. It could go either way - The Tower represents chaos, and one of the working subtitles of the show was Coven of Chaos, so it's possibly just a reference to that.

Here's the links to my other episode Tarot Posts

Episode 4 Episode 5 Episode 6 Episode 7 part 1 Episode 7 part 2

#agatha all along #agatha all along spoilers #agatha harkness #jennifer kale #lilia calderu #tarot cards #through many miles of tricks and trials

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morriganofcrowsandwar · 4 months ago

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Hey I’m baaaaackkk! I’m on season five of The Magnus Archives now whoops! Uhm yeah it’s been quite a lot but here are my thoughts because Jesus Christ there are many. First of all Season four Recap:

#1)Peter Lukas is fucking dead and honestly I’m a bit sad. I think it’s hilarious that the entire thing with Martin literally boiled down to a bet between him and Elias. Also they were so gay like is anyone in this show straight???? lol I loved their little lover’s quarrel it’s so cute these old men(eldritch horrors) are so funny.

#2) SIMON FUCKING FAIRCHILD IS MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER! He basically slipped and fell into being an avatar(quite fitting I suppose) and he’s just a rad old man. Like all the stories about him made him seem so silly and then we met him and he was lol. ALSO MICHAEL CREW IS DEAD AND I WANT TO KILL DAISY FOR IT! AGH I LIKED THE GUY! This is why we can’t have nice things, fucking Daisy always ruins them.

#3) Continuing the topic of Daisy I do actually like her(except for her bullshit with abusing her position as a police officer). She’s one of the only people in the series that genuinely seemed to be trying to get better. Although it was all in vain she did end up being a pretty cool wolf dog thingy so that’s neat I guess. Meanwhile Basira doesn’t want to put up with this shit anymore. She hated it the second she got stuck. I think she’s simultaneously my favorite and least favorite character, but then again I feel that way about basically everybody in this story. Moral ambiguity is basically the entire podcast’s premise at this point. The point is Daisy has been a lost cause from the start and Basira is badass and deserves so much better than all of this.

#4) I love Martin so so much actually he’s grown so much and I adore him. I want to put him in a jar and shake him. Boi stood up for himself and just said “No” . Bro did not care he just knew he wasn’t letting Peter win. What a legend gotta love him.

#5)Small blurb about Melanie because I love her. She’s blind now but that’s alright because SHES DATING GEORGIE HEHE YAAAAYYY!!! I think it’s awesome and it’s just fitting that she gets her happy ending yk cause she spent her whole life fighting and now she has peace. I adore her and Georgie. BRO GEORGIE?? She’s AMAZING like she is genuinely such a great person and is just looking out for people and also keeping herself intact like what a queen. Slay.

#6) Okay fine I guess I’ll talk about Jon lol, he’s still definitely my favorite(although Martin is not far behind) and I adore the writing of his descent into an actual avatar of the eye. Also hehehehe he killed Peter Lukas and ventured right into the lonely just get Martin! Ah! I love love! That’s so sweet I’m actually still giddy about them. Martin is so soft with Jon and now Jon is really trying to make up for the past and the time lost. And I guess yeah he got tricked into starting the apocalypse but like does it matter? Everyone else he knows is dead or dying bro it’s really not that upsetting at this point. Except for fucking MELANIE AND GEORGIE AGH I genuinely NEED them to be okay. Like gosh just stay inside babies you’ll be fine. Anyways the apocalypse is so fun and I’m drawing it

P.s. I’m sorry I’ve been away. My partner got me into Arcane and it turned into a full blown hyper-fixation so hehe. I will be posting the art of that too at some point but I also hope I’ll update more often as I listen to season five. Also this podcast has consumed my life so much that my partner just changed their name to Martyn because they were yk in the market for a new one and I suggested it soooo ha I feel slightly crazy lol

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rekino2114 · 8 months ago

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So I’ve recently fallen deeply mad in love with Ena (the blue/yellow polygon gal-) and I can’t stop thinking about her (I won’t apologize for it though she’s amazing and neat-)

If I may, can I ask for Ena x male reader where reader is hard crushing on all forms of Ena and it’s pretty obvious that he loves her, but can’t bring himself to tell her since he doesn’t know how she’ll react

You crushing on ena

Pairing:ena x male reader

A/n:You don't need to apologize. ena is indeed very awesome and cool. Sidenote but I am obsessed with the idea of ena having more forms than the ones we see so I might make a post detailing some fanmade ones I've seen around,with the reader of course let me know if you'd like that

"Come on, dude, just tell her"

"No, who knows what might happen"

You're currently talking to your friend moony about your crush on your mutual friend ena

"The worst she can say is no"

"That's a factually wrong statement for most people, but especially for ena, with how many forms she has, I might get punched in the face or she'll start crying and wallowing in self pity"

"You're such a coward, man"

"Listen, ena is like one the best friends I ever had, I can't risk losing her friendship. She's the best"

"If you don't tell her I will"

"Don't you dare-

You were interrupted by the voice of your crush approaching you

"Ah here are my two bestest friends in the entirety of this digital plane, how are you good chums?"

"Oh hey I-na me and y/n here were talking about you actually"

"Oh is that true? I hope you were spreading good word of me then"

"Oh, trust me, he definitely has~"

"SORRYINEEDTOGOBYE"

You were very embarrassed at the possibility of your crush being revealed and decided to run away from your friends while blushing

"Waaaahh y/n hates me"

Your sudden leave caused ena to glitch and turn into her sad form while crying on the ground

"I can't bwame him, evewyone should hate me, I'm howwible,howwbile, I should just die"

"Geez what a crybaby, y/n loves you like love-loves you"

"*sniffle* w-weally?"

"Yeah, dummy, you didn't know? It's sooooo obvious. He always blushes when he's near you and don't you see how he always comforts whenever you get like this? That's l-o-v-e"

After hearing her friend's words the polygonal girl stood up and went back to her normal form

"Oh such splendid news, I must go confess to y/n this instant"

"Wait, you like him too?"

"Indeed, I have had hidden feelings for him for quite a while. Whenever I'm around him, my face turns pink, and I can't help but want to fill him with compliments and physical contact, at first I didn't know what this feeling was but now I believe it is love"

"Pffffft whatever vena just leave me out of your lovey-dovey loser stuff"

"Do not fret, I will go talk to y/n now. Hopefully, the next time we meet, I will have a romantic partner"

Ena left the scene and practically teleported to where you were sitting, still embarrassed at yourself and a bit angry at moony

"E-ena, I'm really sorry for running away"

"Salutations, my dear companion, do not worry about that. Please don't stand there being unhappy, I have some splendid news I think you'll enjoy hearing"

"What is it?"

" I have an announcement:I.....believe I have feelings for you....feelings of love""

"......really?""

"Precisely, I do, every time I'm near you, I feel something beyond happiness, and with my friend moony's help, I understood that it was love"

"I-i don't know what to say ena, I love you too"

"Oh happy days, might I suggest that we enter a relationship then?"

"Of course I'd love to be your boyfriend"

Ena smiled happily before avoiding your eyes and blushing (she blushes two different colors on her two sides)

"Wonderful......could we perhaps formalize our relationship with a kiss?"

"*giggle* yes if you'd like"

You approached ena's lips and kissed her (I just realized she only has a mouth on her yellow side and doesn't really have lips....uhhh, I dunno I guess you could still kiss her like that, her anatomy is weird anyway it doesn't have to be realistic)

"That felt so so amazing, thank you so much my dear"

"You don't need to thank me, it felt great for me too"

Suddenly, ena hugged you, and you did the same. Despite her polygonal body, she actually felt very soft and nice to lean against, and so you did. You stayed like this enjoying your newfound love with your new girlfriend.

#ena joel g x reader #ena x reader #ena joel g #joel g ena #x reader #joel g #ena x male reader #x male reader #male reader

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lilypadlys · 10 months ago

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Ghouls at the Aquarium

Headcanons about the ghouls at the aquarium. Inspired by a trip to the Shed Aquarium in Chicago. Had to shout it out because it was so frickin amazing. No one ask me my favorite exhibit because I will say all of them. But also definitely the belugas and the jellyfish.

Cirrus: She loves the dolphins. As serious and strict as she sometimes is, she’s like a kid at Christmas when the group reaches the dolphin enclosure. She admires how smart they are as well as how sleek they look darting through the water. And yes she knows what little shits they can be and she doesn't care. She still thinks they’re neat. She plans the day around making sure to catch the dolphin show at least twice. Cumulus buys her a dolphin plushie and she just about melts into a happy puddle.

Cumulus: As much as Cirrus loves dolphins, Cumulus loves beluga whales. She thinks they look majestic. And huggable. She would hug one if she could. The rest of the girls booked a behind the scenes beluga experience for her and they got to see them up close, feed them, and even pet them. By the end of it they’re all giggling at how cute the beluga’s are.

Sunshine: She thinks the lionfish are neat and likes how their spines look like sunbursts. Kinda sad that they’re an invasive species but understands why work to remove them from the wrong areas is important for the marine ecosystem. Gets a postcard from the gift shop with a picture of one to put in her room.

Aurora: She spent a solid half an hour sitting in front of the moon jellyfish tank watching them. It was one of those circular tanks that have a slight current to gently cause the jellies to drift in a circle. That and the color changing light had her mesmerized. She would have spent longer watching them but the others literally pulled her away so she could see the rest of the aquarium.

Dewdrop: He wasn't too sure about it at first. The aquarium kind of dredged up some melancholy and yearning for his water ghoul days. He's happy as a fire ghoul for sure, it suits him better. He definitely misses his water though. Fortunately he warms up to it; seeing how excited Rain and Phantom are playing a big part. He can’t help but crack a smile when Phantom starts mimicking the penguins. He ends up loving the eels and the caimans. Joins Rain in naming all this fish, offering increasingly unhinged suggestions.

Rain: His unglamoured form is pretty sharklike so it's not surprising that Rain has a fondness for sharks. The pile of shark plushies on his bed definitely isn’t a tip off either. Besides the sharks, Rain likes pretty much every exhibit. He gives silly names to every fish that catches his eye with help from Dew and discusses which fish would taste the best with Swiss much to the horror of the other patrons.

Mountain: He really likes the sea dragons because they look like plants. He didn’t know they were a thing until seeing them at the aquarium for the first time. Also really interested in the aquatic plants (of course) and the frogs and turtles.

Aether: He really likes the manta rays. He thinks they’re so cute. Loves how it looks like they’re flying through the water. Way too excited about getting to pet them but it's endearing.

Swiss: Phantom actually saw the piranhas before Swiss did, took one look between the two of them and dubbed them cousins. Swiss did not help his case by immediately baring his teeth in a grin. He then proceeded to chase Phantom around the room threatening to nibble on him while Phantom giggled. That is until Cirrus put a stop to that so they didn’t get kicked out.

Phantom: Loves absolutely everything but also the penguins and starfish. He asks the staff a million questions and they’re happy to answer every one. Leaves the gift shop with a stack of books on ocean facts that he and Rain end up reading aloud the whole ride home.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #nameless ghoul headcanons #ghost fanfiction #lys writes

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schizosamwincester · 5 months ago

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So, there's this specific conversation that aspec people who don't know they're aspec tend to have. Someone comes to them for relationship advice, and the relationship sounds very bad, and the aspec person, having no understanding of why the other person would want this relationship in the first place, ends up saying, "you should just break up with them/stop being friends with them/cut them off." I had it way, way, way too many times with a specific friend about their girlfriend back before I knew I was aro (honestly they really should have told me to fuck off), and just a week or so ago a friend had it with me about my family before literally going "wait. You actually like, feel a connection with your family and want to be around them?" (Shout out to her for discovering she's afamilial)

Anyway, I bring this up because Dean Winchester also had one of these conversations in Skin (1x04):

I think this conversation may be the most aplatonic conversation anyone's ever had. Dean simply does not understand why cutting off friends is a big deal. I'm pretty sure he has no idea that platonic feelings even exist (which, no judgment to him. I only learned they existed a year ago). So to him? Yeah of course it's easy to just let friendships go. Once they're no longer in front of him, friends might as well stop existing at all.

A few other things to highlight:

Dean keeps using the term "buddy." I didn't really realize until I was looking at this scene how "buddy" is such a belittling term for a friend. The fact that Dean keeps using it suggests that he doesn't actually think of Sam's college friendships as real relationships with any actual meaning.

I also just need to draw attention to how unsympathetic Dean's face is. To him, cutting off all your friends is absolutely nothing. He doesn't even try to show any pity for Sam. He can suggest something that would be devastating for most people with a smile, like the emotional damage of it has never even occurred to him.

Finally, here's what to me is the real nail in the coffin. Sam knows Dean better than anyone else in the world. And how does he cap the scene?

Now, antisocial generally does not equal aplatonic (I myself am very social, it's just that I see people less as relationships and more as neat activities), but in this context? That's pretty much what Sam means. Not interested specifically in friends. After all, he knows damn well that Dean can be sociable when he wants to be—Dean charms countless strangers when they're working together, and Sam has seen him win over God knows how many women in bars. There's only one area Sam knows Dean doesn't do, and that's friends.

So hey, don't believe me about Dean being aplatonic. Believe Sam.

#aplatonic #apl #aplatonic dean winchester #apl dean winchester #dean winchester #spn 1x06

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demonicnarwhale · 9 months ago

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Carapaces!!!!

RC / Raptorial Clerk: RC is one of the archivist on Prospit who deals with mainly Prospit's history and keeping things neat and tidy (just in case if it's needed then carapaces can go to him and retrieve that information) there's other archivists for different sections of society like political, economical, etc. When Midnight City happens / fall of the kingdoms he ends up being a librarian teehee

his origins: and due to his specialties being historical archiving, he's in the same department or area as HK and the two are actually hatch friends!!! YAYYYYY!!!! (they are both smiling)

HN / Harbinger Newel: Newel is just the sort of look the outpost tower he's situated at looks like as seen in the small doodle. He just blows his clarinet looking instrument (i giggle since he choses to play the actual clarinet in CMS) when there's some arrival. There's a certain tune he plays depending on what it is. Enemies/Derse army or Prospit army / workers.

WN / Willowy Notary: She's basically some note taker for court records and such. The cloth covering her eyes is a form of "judgement solely based on the case itself" rather than having any bias (that and I wanna continue her lil "no eyes can be seen" thing going on :D. So like she sits in the court room (grinning so wide when i get to share their architecture and infrastructure) and notates what happens and is being said so that if the case needs to be continued/looked at later to come up with the "right" decision they have a reference. Or if there's important documents being signed and such, she's a witness. (like whatever actual notaries do)

MG / Monoceros Goliath: I thought I was gonna be so smart with the first word, tried searching up for a word to describe a horned animal or synonyms for rhinos (cuz haha helmet rhino beetle) but i got no answer(s) and the ones I did related mainly to constellations. Monoceros mainly just being some Greek word for a legendary animal with a horn so like a unicorn. Weeps guys I'm not cut out for elaborate names.

Also she's (so far) a pawn mainly or somewhere near being a rook but not quite there hence being goliath as she's pretty strong/big for a pawn yay. oh yes and she's well aware of innocent lives (aka farmers or pawns that aren't in either army) and so she'll send out a warning or make it known so said carapaces can evacuate/gtfo (both for Prospit and Derse). Like she wants to make it fair and also avoid unnecessary bloodshed. Or something like that cuz overthinking on it makes me think it sounds silly and odd.

Her armor does have some little pearl-like beads cuz why not :) and- and- and it's supposed to be like constellations with the metal engravings (that im too simple minded to give detail to)

Tallest soldier i have and the shortest (also! I had realized that Dynastinae is, THE SCIENTIFIC NAME FOR RHINO BEETLES OAUGRHAUGHRA clawing at my under eyelids (ive realized this while typing this all out <3) so it's either she's MG or DG

SH / Splendorous Headhunter: Basically she goes out and recruits or finds Dersites (who don't already have a job) some role in society that benefits both the community and themselves. Like she's not just going to randomly assign them jobs but try to understand the individual and go suggest jobs. Cuz like, there's of course other Dersites in this similar role (as her) that don't care. But to SH she thinks of it like "why would I make someone miserable, it makes no sense to force someone to do a job they dislike cuz work won't get done at an efficient rate" that and so there's no strikes-

CC / Canorous Clergyman: just listen to this: (and Powerwolf in general please guys oaughh I fucking love this band so so so so so so much)

Midnight Madona teehe i love Powerwolf so much oaugh my goodness (so much so i would've done gone gatekeep em but then i realized. that's corny. and this sorta genre??? is corny on its own in the best way possible, to me :)). but yes im just adding this here because i kept listening to it when drawing this mf

Midnight Madona (Orchestral Version) also the orchestral version fucking ROCKS (and all the other songs they do orchestral versions of) and is what I like to imagine Derse's choir would sound like (the tone or feeling more than the words teehee and of course not with a big ass orchestra track behind ok you know what I MEAN) like do to around the same time stamp as the version above gehehee

I also already kinda explained his whole deal in a previous post. here be CC. But basically, he's more of a figure for individuals to look to either for help or a sense of "oh so this is what we should be doing for our society". So yeah, he's like, the royal family lol, no real political power as he's a lower status bishop. Like, he's a Bishop for the individuals, to ensure they fall in line and yadda yadda support the community and all. Kinda like, a pastor lol

KH / Kinetoscopic Hallucinator: Due to Derse being, ya know, Derse, connections with these fuckassers (horrorterrors) is prone to happen. As we've seen with players and even Feferi having gigglybob and yay yadda Derse Void dreamers yadda. Basically he gets to listen to all the wonderful stories of the past these eldritch beings share with him. Whereas Prospit gets those lil clouds from Skaia to hint at the future. So, he takes the words and stories from horrorterrors as signs of "precautions" or warnings of what may happen in the future. A sort of doomsday gig going on.

Teehe. He still gets to deal with trying to predict Derse's future but that's a bit hard on him so he turns to memorializing Derse's past, and the Horrorterrors give him information that can precede Derse or even what was missed from its history. But it's mainly just them messing with him going "oooh Derse is doomed in the foreseen future! OoooOoooh" and he goes "aight bet" then boom red miles upon ye. Oh and the kinetoscopic thing is just the fact he has his own lil kinetoscope where he enjoys (the process not the actual fact he needs to listen to them) trying to figure out what the Horrorterrors tell him and depicts it as short stories and then draws frames for a lil animation. He just replays them only to get a sense of dread lol. Later on just outcasts himself in his tower to deal with the horrorbobs instead of looking like a loon in front of everyone, possibly to Derse's moon because ahA obvious motifs! of like, the horrorbobs keeping him chained down and yeahhh

It's basically the medium or locations for Sburb/Sgrub but at the moment I'm more focused on Carapace + etc instead of trolls and humans. I ain't no physic astronomer or something so I'll go back and change things up if it's needed but like, I can bs some stuff right??? yeaaahhhhh.

The idea is like I know it's made for the game but what if no game??? It still very much takes after the set up for the medium with Sgrub but woe upon yet.

The locations of Prospit and Derse is why HK (Historiographic Knitter) and KH (Kinetoscopic Hallucinator) are able to look into the future/past. Due to the locations of their respected planets

HK being on Prospit can receive snippets of the future but it's all randomized so it's like she needs to put it all together, or just write down what she sees. She uses these to make stories or piece them together then create textiles for them along with the stories recorded of the past

KH being on Derse, yeah you read his gig.

Skaia: Trying to deal with what the point of Skaia is for both sides. I think I'll go with it's just been so embedded in both societies to either protect or destroy it that carapaces at this point just need to continue what their ancestors had fought for. Honestly, I'm just going to go with Jack Noir doing his red miles thing and destroying Prospit and Derse then killing (almost) all soldiers and the Kings on the battlefield leaving Skaia dormant. (But then whYYyy would he do that in this context)

Midlay: Basically this version's planet of where exiles go and where Midnight City will soon be made.

The Veil: just asteroids to make traveling to and from Prospit and Derse to be dangerous-ish so it's not like carapaces can just go to the opposing planet and cause chaos. If it's really needed then there's only a handful of carapaces suited for that job.

Dream Bubbles: I know it's thanks to Feferi that they're a thing, so they're not a part of this actual universe, BUT I thought they were just cool to include where I think they'd go.

Green Sun: hi Doc Scratch

In terms of like biology/features of carapaces:

I'm going with Carapaces either being like RC where they got them bug-wuggy/crusty marine life features or like HK with a more chess-come-to-life sort of look, thinking it might just be from the cloning? or however these freaks are made getting fucked over with the system or something, just cuz it could be like "oh it derives from chess pieces but also some bug-crustaceans-alien thing" and sometimes the bug-crustacean just wins. It's totally not so I can shit and giggle with other designs and stuff, what??? no. And then of course carapces can have spawn of their own, but lay eggs yadda yadda and so some of these features can get passed down and such. It's just cloning is used in both kingdoms to ensure there's a steady flow of carapaces to work on the planets or get thrown into battle and yeah.

NOTE AS OF NOW: I just copied and pasted information i had saved on them all and so I will most likely go back and fix things up, or make a new post if it's anything major like "Oh I'm changing this character up" but yeAH

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