#i have died every day waiting for you ~ lilith

[sevenciircles]

starter call for lilith morningstar. interact for a starter! multis pls specify!

[titania-sleeps]

Human Bloodbag Yandere x Vampire Reader

so i totally lied when i said i would wait until next month to post this. i offer you another good boy.

as a note, his characterization is a little different from my initial idea of him but i ended up liking this more. there's no explicit scene in here except a lil biting here and there but that won't be true for future Dion works >:3

• Dion was born and bred your bloodbag. From birth until the moment he dies, he will be your bloodbag.

• Dion never really had a choice. In the world that he knew, all humans were subservient to their vampiric masters. His parents were never truly his; they were the servants of Mordred the Terrifying. Like all the other human children in this world, his blood was crafted with a specific monster in mind.

• Dion's blood was sweet. Pure saccharine and hints of despair. He was mixed with you in mind, a candidate to replace one in the Council of the Elder Ancestors.

• Dion first met you when you were six and he was seven. He was struck with both an intense loathing and a gentle warmth. His master was standing in front of him, yet he couldn't bear to look at you in the eyes. You weren't impressed with him either, but at the very least, you didn't look at him with contempt.

• Dion spent the month as your personal servant under the instruction of your governess, Madam Lilith Hatheway. He learned to distinguish the sickly pleasantries of poison from your plain juice. He learned to fend off potential enemies and greet your benefactors. He learned the sharpness of knives and how humans could bleed ever so easily. He learned hatred, abhorrence, desperation, eagerness, joy, and elation all in the time he spent with you.

• Dion nearly fled the day he was meant to be bitten by you. Fear coursed through his veins, but Madam Lilith held him still and your eyes were daggers pinning him to the ground. You approached him with a simple glide of your steps, and your teeth were upon his exposed neck before a scream could escape his throat.

• Dion's vision grew blurry as the world spun around him. Or perhaps the world was spinning around you and he was caught up in it. You are the gravity of his world and he had to fall into you. You remained attached to his neck for an eternity, and he soon found himself losing consciousness.

• Dion woke up the next day, having grown to be eight years of human age, and you sitting next to his bedside. He was distinctly alive, yet also empty of what little fear and life he had clung onto so desperately in the last month.

• Dion listened to you closely as you explained with thinly veiled concern that he was now bonded to you. For as long as you were alive, he would be too. Under your curse, he would no longer experience the same emotions as a free human. Instead, his emotions would slowly be replaced by an undeniable sense of servitude towards you.

• Dion couldn't mourn the passing of what he had never possessed. He accepted his fate and swore his loyalty to you. You looked displeased.

• Dion remained by your side for the next hundred years as you matured. You treated him coldly but not unkindly. Perhaps it was because of your bitter nature that he never grew the attachment for you that he was promised. But he was fond of you, and it was not due to fate or the blood bond that the two of you shared that created this emotion in him.

• Dion never faulted you for binding him to you. The Elder Ancestors demanded you to bite him, and he knew you couldn't deny them. You were six, and they were more than six thousand.

• Dion knew too well the emotions that went through you every day. He could feel it from your gaze and from the blood in his veins. Guilt, displeasure, fear, and a sprinkle of affection. And as he gazed back into your eyes, he knew that you were just like him. A cog in the machinations of this limiting cage, engineered and designed to sustain itself for centuries upon centuries.

• Dion blamed it on his faulty sense of camaraderie, but he couldn't help himself from trying to get closer to you. Another decade passed before he saw your sincere smile for the first time. But it wasn't directed at him.

• Dion, for the first time, understood what others would call "blood boiling." His body was heated in fury as you exchanged casual pleasantries with another vampire gentleman your age. You seemed to be immediately infatuated with his dark brows and suave demeanor, but Dion didn't let it advance. For years upon years, he has known you to be a glacial creature, blue blood and ice running in your veins. Are you only now to tell him that you could experience the same joy and despair that he could?

• Dion intercepted this shameful display of... of whatever it was. You were of greater nobility than this meager creature, so there was no need for you to be conversing so vibrantly with him.

• Dion drove the man away and you brought Dion home in a fit of rage. You were still young and he was not much older than you, but even then, he felt you were being unreasonable. You claimed that he was jealous because of the blood bond you shared with him, but he knew that couldn't have been the case. It was not gentle jealousy that he held towards the man, but righteous anger.

• Dion succumbed himself to your punishment, which was rather weak for how furious you seemed. He was roughly pushed onto your bed, your fangs baring at him. The bite was filled with your sadness and loneliness, and he embraced your form joyously.

• Dion didn't push you away as you sucked his blood endlessly. The venom you injected into him filled him with adult pleasure*. He held his body still as his arms pulled you even closer to him. Throwing his head back, he laughed. It was a carefree sound, not at all suitable for a bird in a cage. His laugh startled you and you unmounted your fangs from his neck, staring at him incredulously.

• Dion urged you to continue sucking his blood. He would agree to give you him wholly if you would only suck his blood and only his. You were confused; he was already yours in name and in blood. What more of him could he give you? Then you peered into his eyes.

• Dion's eyes were the color of turbulent waves that swept and drowned those who were unwary. They held the deepest of blues and the darkest of greys. A treasure trove of desires and epiphanies opened to you as you dove deeper.

• Dion cocked his head to the side, baring his neck. Your puncture brought pink to the skin surrounding the wound, but no blood seeped out. A knowing smile danced on his lips.

• Dion was a monster you created. So you have to take responsibility for him.

* my vampire headcanon is that you don't get the aphrodisiac or whatever tf vampires inject into their victims until you come of age

-> masterlist

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie is the hot vampire to Charlie’s goofy puppy werewolf and I stand by this always

you live in a world where vampire Vaggie has to drag her gf down by bowtie to reach her neck for snack time and THAT is a Nice Place to be (probably especially for Charlie)

gods do some meta... have vamp Vaggie think werewolves are like in the modern horror movies all rah rah moonlight bite transform pain eat ppl, and then she meets Charlie, and it's more like meeting an ACTUAL wolf who just HAPPENS to be kinda demonic and fully capable of eating ppl, this cuddly social fluffball who's tail won't stop wagging and vamp Vaggie (maybe ex demon hunter turned vamp after she let a dying kid demon feed on her?????) is just like

"I've known Charlie the self-proclaimed moon-moon Moringstar for only a few days, but if anything happens to her im burning down the world and everyone in it including myself" - "Ahahah! Ok Vaggie but you wouldn't actually do that right?" - "...." - "Vaggie???" - "I won't have to so don't worry about it babe"

meanwhile im over here with werewolf Vaggie, holy hound of heaven sent down every year to fight in hell (al la the testimony of "the Livonian werewolf", Thiess of Kaltenbrun),

im imaginging her getting her wolf pelt RIPPED off her back by werewolf Lute and she hasn't been able to shift since then- Vaggie showing up at the hotel gates as a grey wolf with a missing eye who kinda vampire demon Charlie has NEVER seen before but knows, just from that way it stops and hesitates and holds itself so still watching her so intently just her girlfriend does, that this is Vaggie-

Charlie grinning as she holds out her arms for the wolf to leap into, and you kno what, let's go full heavenly hound route and say Vaggie's a fucking winged werewolf, let's go the same route as that one space movie, her half-shifted form is a woman with wings and sharp canines and

Charlie as the child of Lilith the first vampire and Lucifer a MUCH higher level hound of heaven, she was born partly in wolf mode but still a demon of hell needing to drink mortal blood to stay in mortal realm (au where the hotel's a liminal space both in hell and on earth) and she never took blood from Vaggie before (she fed some of HER blood TO Vaggie to save her from dying when they first met and that means if they finish the blood swap there'll be a permanent two-way CONNECTION until one of them dies so they should prrrrrrobably wait until after the wedd- oh never mind) but now, after the werewolf reveal, she finally DOES nibble the gf, and no on in the hotel gets any rest afterwards bc there's a big deathly white wolf doing zoomies down the hotel halls for the rest of the night XD

[marauderonthepirateship]

HAZBIN HOTEL EP 7 AND 8 QUICKK REVIEW

contains major spoilers, let's start!

how about we start with episode 7, hmm?

i must say, before the episode were released I had a theory, that alastor could make a deal with charlie and try to get her soul to(following the theory about lilith having alastor on a leash) try to exchange charlie's soul for his own BUT it did not happen, and I cannot say it's disappointing for me

as hannibal fun and an expirienced cannibalistic-joke maker it feels like a personal win to have cannibal town being one the most comfortable places in hell with cannibals being really wholesome and polite guys

and of course the diamond of the crown - rosie

she was amazing in this episode. she definitely has the vibe of this rich auntie who visits you once a year and gives the best gifts and advices. she actually gives amazing advices, that's for sure. and i love her friendship with alastor, i bet they meet every weekend and share gossips

all of us should be proud of charlie and the way she becomes leader and takes responsibility for her people. this is THE character development

here we are slowly coming to episode 8 also known as the finale of season 1!!

it was a bright culmination of all of the season 1 and it turned out amazing

but dear readers, i'm sure all of you have already watched it (maybe even 2 or 3 times, right?), so why don't i just say a few words about my favorite moments

the scene before big battle, where everybody is just spending time with other is exactly what shows how much are this lost souls now bonded. they realise they have no idea what is there, waiting for them in tomorrow and that's what make this scene

and let me just say it: huskerdust

it is a big joy to know this actually happened

i also might say that the victory wasn't easy nor unreasonable. think about the fact that nobody knew how to defeat angels is the exact reason hazbin's crew won. indeed the more power you got the less carelessness you should have.

and i'd really enjoy to share some of my highlights of this battle if I do say so

here wee goooo:

sir pentious kissing the girl he loves than heroically dies and goes to heaven. absolutely nailed it

charlie's demon form. and shall we not forget ruzzle and duzzle in their dragon form.

that absolutely iconic show up from lucifer and him in the whole battle

niffty killing adam. i'd say this is hilarious

alastor being beaten, afraid and panicked. yes, i WAS talking about it. it was important to show he can feel real emotions and fear and loss are one of them

three vees watching battle for hotel and living their best lives(i still hate val, just to be clear)

what is really natural about the battle that they don't just celebrate victory. they mourn pentious, and charlie feels guilty, but they still go on, rebuild hotel singing one of the best songs for the whole show

i am intrigued by what the season 2 has to offer for us, my dear friends and I surely will be waiting for it

now i'm just about to thank you for reading this and wish you a pleasant day!

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 25 (10/25): Arranged Marriage starring Lorenzo di Lamberti

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, prince! Lorenzo, dom Lorenzo/sub s/o, s/o has curly/wavy long hair, arranged marriage, Lorenzo isn't a manwhore but rather refuses to get w anyone cuz ✨superiority complex✨(sorry), implications of sex prior, body worship, pet names/name calling (my love, my darling wife), implications loss of virginity (both parties) prior, oral (f receiving), brief fingering, implications of piv/unprotected sex prior (wrap it before you tap it), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: Since Lorenzo rejected every princess that was presented to him, his parents decided to take things into their own hands; arranging a marriage between him and a local maiden that had especially caught their eye.

-> note: I'm so sorry this (+ the other three coming out) is so late! I was not feeling well at all today, and on top of that I was pretty busy. However, I was finally able to deliver!

WC: 1,500 words

"Marriage?" Lorenzo emphasized a quick second after the word escaped his mother's mouth. "That's impossible, mother. I declined every princess there is."

"We know very well, Lorenzo," Queen Lilith responds, "so we took matters into our own hands. She is not of royalty, but she has the beauty and spirit of one. She's from our kingdom as well, so you at least have something in common."

"I refuse!" he retorts, raising his voice. "I won't be marrying anyone! Father, please, this is madness!"

"All we want is what's best for you and the kingdom, son," his father says calmly, "we don't wish for you to continue to be miserable-"

"I'm not miserable!"

"Silence!" Lilith interrupts, her voice ringing throughout the room. "...This isn't up for discussion, Lorenzo. You will be marrying her."

He pauses, his fists clenched at his sides so hard his knuckles were white. "...Does she know? Was this against her will, too?"

"We have a suspicion," Arthur replies, chuckling a bit, "but she did a very good job at hiding it. Nonetheless... we think you'll like her."

He scoffs, "I can only imagine," he says, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

Oh, how he would eat his words.

The next day, they were to be married. Oh, how he hated it, loathed it. Just the idea of being wed made him want to hurl. He didn't even know the woman! He wasn't even allowed to see her, for God's sake!

Some handmaidens came into his chambers to help him get ready, and he looked handsome as ever. He didn't want his hair to be gelled back or styled or anything, so he kept it with his curls. He was far too beautiful to be getting married! Hell, he'd probably be even prettier than she was at this point.

But he was oh so wrong, so terribly wrong.

He anxiously wait at the end of the aisle, where the Bishop stood to officiate their marriage. He could barely breathe, but he kept a neutral face; he had to be strong. The doors opened, and... oh my God.

She was absolutely gorgeous. She had on a beautiful ballgown with a sweetheart neckline and small off the shoulder sleeves, small embedded gems sparkling softly in the light and the lace designs adding to her allure. A diamond necklace and a matching set of earrings glinted as she moved, making her even more attractive; she looked so good in jewelry. The train dragged behind her, along with the long veil that was attached to the back of her head, her hair styled in a braided bun with some of her soft curls out. Atop her head gleamed a tiara, and she was holding a bouquet of crimson roses. She was the epitome of breathtaking, and he felt like he was going to faint just by looking at her.

His heart raced at a million miles a minute as she made her way towards him, their eyes locked in an intimate yet intense moment. He almost forgot he had to actually move, but he corrected himself almost immediately, striding over to meet her halfway and take her hand. She was warm, and a little bit sweaty; it gave him some sort of comfort, though. It showed she was just as nervous as he was.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs to her while still keeping his head high, barely able to keep his eyes off of her for a second.

"And you look very handsome yourself, your highness," she responds quietly, and it only makes his heart pick up even more. He had an ache in his loins, a fire burning inside of him so ravenously it was impossible to ignore. The fact she complimented him back served to stroke his ego a bit, but he wanted to deny it, to say she was more radiant and stunning than he could ever be. Wait, what?

It was over so fast, he could barely even think until he was snapped out of his trance, hearing the Bishop’s words. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

His breath hitched, his eyes darting to her slightly parted, perfect lips before locking in a stare once more. He felt uneasy, not wanting to force her to kiss him if she didn’t want to. He couldn’t help but feel bad; they were both being obligated to do this.

However, surprisingly, she gave him a slight nod. She was letting him? That’s a shock. On the other hand, though, he wasn’t complaining.

So, he leaned in and pressed a soft, gentle kiss at first, testing the waters. It was euphoric, everything else around them fading and it was just them, intertwined with one another. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and eased her into a dip, still kissing her. It had gotten more passionate, more loving, as if they were meant to be and that they truly felt something for each other. Maybe, just maybe, they did.

He remembered where they were, and the sounds of the audience clapping rung through his ears. He brought her up as the kiss broke, a wet noise emitting to signal its end as they both lightly panted for air. Their gaze was still on each other’s, not caring about who or what was around them in the moment. It was going to be a long day.

“Lorenzo,” she breathed out, their bodies entwined and sheen with sweat as he kissed her neckline. They were both naked, and she was just about ready for bed because she was exhausted from the events of the day (especially since he had just fucked her brains out). However, it seemed he wasn’t finished with the consummation of their marriage.

“How did I get so lucky?” he whispers, coming up and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “God, I don’t know how I never saw you around town… would’ve told my parents I wanted you as my bride so fast.”

She whines in response, her head tilting back into the soft pillows of their now shared bed. His chambers were beautiful, every inch screaming royalty; she couldn’t help but love it, who wouldn’t? She liked the bed in particular, the comfort of it reminding her of her own. Or, at least, what was her own.

Her fingers entangled in his hair, her own hair fanned out over her head like a halo, cascading in its natural soft curls and waves. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked up at her, “You’re a vision of beauty, my love… I could look at you forever and I would never get bored.”

She can’t help but lean in and kiss him gently, and for a second, she thinks that maybe he rethought going another round.

But then his lips disconnected from hers, and he moved down to her stomach, kissing her abdomen. Her hips jolted slightly at the feeling, her breath catching in her throat.

It was crazy how she lost her virginity to someone when she had only just met him that day, let alone the prince of all people. But what surprised her the most, however, was that he had too. She was married now… She looked away from him and to her hand, seeing the big, gorgeous wedding ring that sparkled gently in the moonlight blended with the gleam of the crackling fireplace.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt his tongue dive into her awaiting pussy, licking a long stripe from her entrance to her clit before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking gently. She moaned and her hips bucked instinctively, her grip tightening on his curls and her eyes squeezing shut as she focused on the feeling.

"You like that?" he questions teasingly, his voice muffled by her skin, and he plunges his tongue into her entrance, flicking rapidly to tease her g-spot. She whimpers and nods quickly, feeling the tingling in her feet that she learned signals her building orgasm. He smiles against her folds, coming back up to tease her clit.

It didn't take long before she was right on the edge, and he added his fingers to send her over it, though not as intense as when he had his cock inside her.

She cried out as she came, and he eagerly lapped up every last drop, helping her ride it out before her body gave out on her. She panted to catch her breath, her body trembling a bit as he came back up and took her in his arms.

"I love you, my darling wife," he whispers to her, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, a stark contrast to how hungrily he was eating her out just so little ago. He knew the words that came out of his mouth were extremely foreign to him, something he never thought he'd say to anyone, but he did; and he knew they were true in every way possible.

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Lilith: Alright it's up time c'mon Gunther: wha- Lily… what is this? Lilith: motherhood killed my routine, Gunther. I used to be sleek, agile, and a whole punisher before you were even born Gunther: ugh don’t say that it’s so weird when you put it that way Gunther: you look fine. you Are fine… Lilith: where do you think you're going? Gunther: …sleep? Gunther: ALRIGHT- Lilith-- LILITH i- i don't think i can-- Lilith: Gunthy we have literally just started, keep going, your heartbeat is fine. besides, you got your emergency whistle on Gunther blows whistle and immediately dies Gunther: I'm sorry Lilith: this is weird… you ride your bike to work every day Gunther: my upper body doesn't know how to keep up with the lower half Lilith: I understand. Gunther: it's a family thing Lilith: i met Ernest, i know what you're talking about. Lilith: …do i help you up? Gunther: please Lilith: you’re perfect this way, don’t worry. I just hate joggin alone Gunther: we'll think of something. OR- you could carry me on your back Lilith: lovely idea Gunther: wait really?- Lilith: …did I ever tell you I have family here? Gunther: i mean, Vatore? Lilith: yeah, i know. Lilith: well, it's- was just some uncles and… lots of cousins. probably only cousins now… haven't seen them in decades. Lilith: glad our place isn't centric Gunther: agreed. Lilith: unless we wanted to give them a big scare Gunther: …do we want to give them a big scare? Lilith: it could be funny… but no. There's only one cousin i cared about, and you know we aren't in good terms Gunther: oh, i know. Lilith: plus… i think i wanna go back to bed.

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Charlie was never the most open about talking about her mother. She has not spoken to her in seven years, but she missed her more than anyone in the hotel knew. Every night, before Vaggie comes into their room, Charlie would grab a picture of herself with Lilith and Lucifer from her bedside drawer and cry at it. She has been doing this since her mother abandoned her, and kept it to herself until Vaggie came into their room and saw her crying and staring at the picture.

“Charlie? We’ve decided to do that movie night that you suggested so we need you to help us pick out… are you okay, honey?”

Charlie sat up from her bed and hid the picture back in her drawer. Vaggie walked to the bed and sat next to her girlfriend. She looked at her face and noticed how red and puffy it was, with tears streaming down her face.

“You can talk to me if you’re feeling upset. You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Charlie opened her drawer and took the picture out to show Vaggie. She looked at the picture to see Charlie when she was a toddler in the duck onesie that Lucifer bought for her, smiling, with her parents behind her and holding her.

“Do you miss your mom?”

“Yes; I’ve been looking at this picture every day for the last several years, and I miss her. I haven’t told anyone about this because… I didn’t think anyone would understand.”

Charlie leaned on Vaggie’s shoulder before she hugged her as tightly as she could. “Char, we all understand what it’s like to lose a family member, let alone our mom. I remember when I first fell to Hell, on the day you found me, one of the first things I thought about was if I was ever going to see my mom again. I already haven’t seen her super often since I died, but the day I fell was when I realized I may never see her again. Plus, you already know that the closest thing to a mom I had since being in Hell was Carmilla.”

Charlie smiled and hugged Vaggie. She still cried, but she felt a lot better about sharing how much she missed Lilith with her.

“Do you feel like you can talk about it now?”

“Yes, baby. I feel more comfortable talking about it.”

Before she could say anything, Lucifer walked into the girls’ room to see his daughter crying and Vaggie holding her. He sat next to Charlie to see what has been taking them so long to come back downstairs.

“Hi, Char; is there something wrong? We’ve been waiting for you for quite a while now. Are you okay?”

Charlie and Vaggie let go of each other. “Dad, I have a question; do you miss mom?”

Lucifer hesitated before answering the question. “I miss you mother every day. Ever since the divorce, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop thinking about you either when she took you away from me.”

Charlie wiped a tear from her face and showed her father the picture that she showed Vaggie. Lucifer smiled at the picture to see himself with his ex-wife and daughter together and smiling their big smiles in that picture.

“That was always your favorite picture of all three of us. I remember you had that picture hanging next to your bed, right at eye-shot. You would smile at that picture before falling asleep every night.”

Charlie giggled and hugged Lucifer before they noticed Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, and Cherri Bomb coming into the room. They all sat down around Charlie on the bed and looked at her.

“Charlie? We’ve been looking through movie options and we need you to help us pick on for movie night,” Alastor explained once he sat down.

“Sorry, everyone; I was just looking at this picture of my parents and me and was thinking about how much I miss my mom. I’ve been thinking about it since she stopped talking to me,” Charlie explained, crying again.

“And you’ve been feeling this way this entire time?” Angel asked.

“Yes, I have.”

“Well, why didn’t you tell anyone?” Husk asked.

“Because… I didn’t think any of you would understand.”

“Why would you think we wouldn’t understand? We all miss our mums,” Cherri Bomb said.

Charlie wiped a tear from her face. “Because I didn’t think any of you would have been straight up abandoned by your moms. They probably either showed up when you died or you showed up for them when they died.”

“Charlie, just because we were never abandoned by our moms doesn’t mean we don’t miss them. We still think of so many positive memories that we had for them when we were all still alive, and we still cry when thinking about them,” Niffty explained.

“Exactly! You remember I would tell all of you so many stories about my mom, and how she was the one that taught me her Jambalaya recipe,” Alastor explained.

“The one you would make for us all the time?” Charlie asked.

“That’s right; that’s the one. The day she taught me that recipe was one of my favorite memories with her. That and also the time she taught me how to play the piano. We had this little, wooden upright piano in our living room that was always out of tune, and my mom would play on all the time when I was younger. One day, I asked her if she could teach me how to play, and she did. She has been at every one of my recitals while my father never showed up. She was my number one fan and supporter throughout my life and the day she died was the saddest moment of my life, including the date of my own death. I sat at her bedside on that day, and once she stopped responding, I was completely broken.”

Charlie leaned down and gave Alastor a hug. Alastor began to tense and static up until Charlie let go of him and backed away from him. She kept on forgetting that he did not like being touched until he began to static up, or until she was reminded.

“It’s funny ya bring up your mom teaching you a recipe, ‘cos that reminded me of when my mom taught me her lasagna recipe when I was a kid. She taught it to my sister, Molly, and me; we were the closest to her while our brother, Arackniss, was closer to our dad and everyone could tell, too. My mom was always so positive and funny compared to our dad, and we loved her jokes. Most of them are pretty dirty, though. Our dad told us all the time that our mom was the only person to ever manage to get him to smile and laugh. She was also the only person to get Arackniss to smile and laugh too, just like Molly and me. When we were all still alive, everyone would tell Molly and me that we got our sense of humor from our mom,” Angel explained.

“That sounds like the rest of the Deadly Sins. They would all tell me that I get my sense of humor from you, Dad,” Charlie said as she hugged Lucifer. She then reached over to Angel Dust when she saw him crying.

“You know, with all these cooking stories from your moms, that reminded me of when my mom and I used to cook breakfast together every Saturday morning when I was a kid. I would wake up early with my mom, all excited for a day off from school, and we would spend the hour making pancakes from scratch. On some weeks, mostly during the holidays, we would get into flour fights together, and we would get so wrapped up in it that we wouldn’t realize what we were doing until our dad came downstairs and noticed the mess. He would get so angry and make us clean it up afterwards. It was one of the only times I remember ever actually having fun, and I can never get myself to go back,” Niffty explained.

“I’m surprised there was once a Niffty that loved to make messes,” Vaggie replied.

“Well, there was, but when I got older, we started playing less and less, and my parents would just fill my brain with cleanliness all the time.”

“Husky, do you have any stories about your mom?” Angel asked.

“I do; we would go into downtown Vegas every summer, and there was a little area that would hold magic shows for the kids while their parents drank and gambled all night. But my mom would stay with me to see the shows together. That was when I got this pin,” Husk explained as he took a pin of a top hat, a magic wand, and several playing cards with the saying “What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas” on it off his suspenders. He showed everyone the pin before putting it back on. “We would still go every summer when I got older. That was when I started gambling when I was old enough, and I used to love to dance with the celebrity impersonators whenever I would see them.”

The rest of the crew giggled as Husk blushed. “You used to dance with the celebrity impersonators when you were older?” Angel asked, still giggling.

“I was drunk whenever I would dance with them, so I don’t really remember most of it. What I do remember was how heartbroken I was when she died. I was right at her bedside at that time, and once she stopped responding, I would not stop crying for a week straight, and would start binge drinking. It was one of the saddest moments of my life.”

Angel Dust reached over to Husk to give him a hug. Charlie reached over to do the same thing. Husk smiled and grabbed Angel’s and Charlie’s arms to tighten their hug. Everyone’s stories with their moms were lifting Charlie up more and more.

“Everyone’s mum stories are so sweet. Alastor’s story of his mum teaching him to play the piano reminded me of my mum giving me my first electric guitar for Christmas when I was a kid. She was also the one to teach me how to play. She used to be part of a cover band not that long before I was born, and would also play a bunch of songs for me when I was younger. She later taught me how to play and when I got older, I would start playing and singing covers of my favorite songs onstage, just like her. My mum was also my number one supporter and she would come to all my shows too. I miss her so much,” Cherri Bomb explained.

Everyone moved closer to each other and wrapped their arms around each other in a group hug. They moved in closer and held on to each other tighter before laughing together. Charlie was beginning to realize that she was not the only one in the hotel that missed their mom, but there was one person she wanted to hear a story from the most.

“Hey, Vaggie, do you have any stories about your mom from when you were still alive? I know you said earlier that you miss her a lot.”

“I do, and I do have one story from when I was younger that resonated with me more than any other moment I had with my mom. I was often beaten up a lot when I was in school, and I would come home with a bloody nose and a black eye at least once every year. My mom was the only one that I was safe to open up to about my immense bullying in school. That was when she would teach me self-defense. That was how I was able to exterminate every year, as much as I hated it. When my mom taught me self-defense, I became more confident in standing up for myself and everyone started to become scared of me, but in a good way, kind of. I was still alone all throughout school, and I never had much luck with romantic relationships until I met you, Charlie, but I remember when I came out as a lesbian, my mom was the first one to support me and lift me up.”

Charlie smiled and hugged her girlfriend as tightly as she could. Vaggie hugged her back and shed a tear, which landed on Charlie’s shoulder. She got up from her girlfriend’s shoulder and wrapped her arm around it as Charlie did the same thing with her, and they held each other as tightly as they could.

“What about you, Charlie? You started the conversation, so what are your best memories with your mom?” Vaggie asked.

Charlie thought for a bit before answering. She had so many that she did not know where to start. “Well, Alastor’s story of his mom teaching him how to play the piano reminded me of when my mom taught me how to play the piano, too. Although we had a massive grand piano in our old place. I  remember hearing her play all the time as a kid, too, and I also wanted her to teach me. When I got older, Dad would always break out the fiddle and we would put on concerts together for all of Hell.”

“That sounds like something we can all do together. A concert can not only bring more traction to the hotel, but it can also be a great bonding experience,” Vaggie added.

“I should put that on my list of events we should hold.”

Lucifer wrapped his arm around his daughter and Charlie wrapped hers around him. “Speaking of music, that made me think of when you and I used to sing the ‘Five Little Ducks’ song and play with my rubber ducky collection together when you were little. Lilith would help us with the quacks sometimes.”

Charlie and Lucifer giggled before everyone else giggled with them. “I remember she only really joked around with us. I guess since everyone saw her as so powerful and dominant that she didn’t feel like she could be herself with anyone besides us. But when she was silly with us, it was the best moments I had with her.”

“Oh yes! She hardly ever showed that side of her in public, but when she was alone with me or with you, she was like a completely different person. I guess since she knew the real me from the beginning, she felt the most comfortable around me. She would also attempt to hide her laugh in public because she was so embarrassed by it.”

Charlie shed another tear before she continued. “I remember her laugh; it was so distinct that anyone could tell it was her when she couldn’t hide it. I would get pretty embarrassed whenever she couldn’t hold in her laugh in public when I was a teenager because it was so loud. I would look the other way in embarrassment if she did start laughing in public, but I was also trying to hold in my laughter at the same time. Her laugh was always enough to make anyone else laugh, especially Dad and me.”

“That sounds quite familiar, doesn’t it?” Alastor asked.

“It sounds familiar to me. It reminded me of that one time when Angel made that really dumb masturbation joke and it got to you because it came out of nowhere. You laughed so hard that you started snorting and crying, and even the water you were drinking almost came out of your nose. The rest of us started laughing too, but it wasn’t because of the joke. That was probably the hardest you laughed in front of the rest of the hotel in a long time,” Vaggie explained.

“And you would even attempt to hide it around us out of embarrassment sometimes. But it comes out one way or another, and it’s one of the cutest and funniest things ever,” Angel added while attempting to tickle Charlie underneath her armpit.

She giggled and hid her face again before moving Angel’s arm away from her. “Oh yeah, I guess I did get my laugh from my mom. For a while, I thought I only inherited her hair and her height,” said Charlie. She looked at the picture again before speaking again. “Although there’s so much I wish I could experience with her. I wish she could have met you, Vaggie, I know she would have loved you as much as Dad does. I wish she could see our first redemption with Sir Pentious. I wish she could have met the rest of you, too. She would have loved each and every one of you. I just hope she will come back, or at least talk to Dad and me again, before Vaggie and I decide it’s time for us to raise children of our own.”

“Well, you know how we all miss Sir Pentious? We’re still sad that he’s gone, but the positive memories of him can make us happy. That can be the same thing for your mum if you ever feel like crying about how much you miss her,” Cherri Bomb said.

“You’re right, Cherri; I’m happy we had this talk and you all shared your favorite stories about your moms. I feel like this picture doesn’t need to be hidden anymore,” Charlie replied as she pinned the picture above her bed next to the photo booth strip of her and Vaggie from a year prior.

“Now you can look at that memory with positivity again,” Lucifer pointed out.

“And it’s right next to your other favorite memory, and mine,” Vaggie added.

The crew surrounded Charlie in another group hug and laughed again. Charlie shed another tear and she and her friends held her as tightly as they could before letting go of each other again.

“Wait a minute, weren’t we supposed to have a movie night?” Husk asked.

“Yes we were! Let’s go downstairs and pick out a movie!” Charlie replied.

The crew got up from Charlie and Vaggie’s bed and started chatting and laughing with each other as they went downstairs together. One talk about everyone’s mothers got Charlie feeling energetic enough to go back downstairs to participate in the movie night they planned together again. While Charlie was still going to miss Lilith, she did not feel like she had to cry every time she was reminded of her anymore.

[sevenciircles]

“Anyone who must announce their power or impress unto others the importance of their station or title is not truly wielding the potential they have.”

[birgittesilverbae]

time loop avalil is fucking nasty while they bleed out together it’s not recognising a kiss without a mouthful of blood it’s pretending not to know each other sometimes it’s we’ve done this so many times there’s no need to say anything. it’s there’s always something left to say because i love you i love you. i’m sorry it has to end this way

timeloop avalil trapped on that first assault on adriel's cathedral, rocketed back to that day every time they reach the minute ava first went through the ark, fighting their way through the villaumbrosia home again and again until ava, impaled on that sword, tells lilith that she can't fucking take this anymore, that there's only so many times she can live through the horrors of this day and all those that follow before she's just. done.

lilith's open-mouthed shock so quickly hidden, lilith swallowing and looking like she's going to step forward before finally saying "don't hit me in the eye this time."

ava phasing off the blade, dropping to a floor slick with her blood, scattered with a rainbow of shattered glass. tentative and cautious when she asks "this time?"

"you've severed my optic nerve four times over and you don't want to know how agonizing that is to regrow"

the relief of a partner on this treadmill of fire and death and rebirth like a shock to the system. ava's hand rising unconsciously to the orbit of her own eye socket. "i'm sorry"

"don't- don't apologize to me" lilith, off-kilter, fleeing.

ava left reeling, left wondering, left to go resurrect suzanne and try to make what adjustments she can manage. michael dies for nothing, and ava depends again on reya's mercy, and she sits whole and unharmed at the base of the ark with beatrice at her side. and the clock rolls over.

it's just past midnight when lilith grabs her from the bed she shares with beatrice, no matter that the salvius mansion is full of any number of available rooms. she brings ava to the kitchen of the villaumbrosia home without a word, turns to the cupboards to hunt for a kettle. she doesn't respond to any of ava's questions until she's filled a teapot and set it on the table in the breakfast nook, slid onto the bench seat opposite ava.

"i don't know why this is happening, i don't know how to prevent it, i don't know whether it's just the two of us, or why," she reels off, spinning her empty teacup between her palms as she waits for the tea to brew. "did beatrice have any ideas?"

"why do you-" lilith levels a flat stare at her. "no, she didn't."

"and this is the fifth time you've woken up today?"

ava closes her eyes, thinks back through the iterations, through weeks of time washed away again and again as though they were nothing. "yeah, this is the fifth."

"okay." lilith pours herself a cup of tea. doesn't offer ava any.

"that's all you've got to say? 'okay'? i'd assumed you'd had more reason than 'okay' to drag me out of bed, that you'd had a plan or something."

"i do."

"great. care to elaborate?"

lilith glances at her over the rim of her teacup, raises it to her in a mocking salute. "we wait."

ava attempts escape again and again, each time foiled by a lightning quick burst of sulphur, a hand tight around arm or wrist or the collar of her shirt. they're sitting in the den, heads bent over a chess board, when the clock rolls over and everything goes black.

[william-solace-aaaaa]

Chapter 2: My Dog Can Fly

Once Ariel and I had left, she showed me where she found me. This place had some sort of different feeling, like some crazy vibes. There were so many weird little creatures, I didn't think I was in England anymore.

There were little animals that looked like flowers and mushrooms. They were so tiny that they could probably fit in your hand. 'Aw, that's adorable!' I said, because they were. I wanted to step on one. 'Where are they going?' I asked as we continued walking into the forest. 'And what are they?' 'They're plants.' Ariel informed. 'Oh.' 'Not a very creative name.' I said (very smartly). 'No, they're plants that have been enchanted by magic users.' Which is stupid because magic doesn't exist. 'Magic doesn't exist.' 'Yes, it does,' 'especially here. This is a magical forest.' Oh, that makes me look really dumb. 'I knew that.' I said because I did. I one-hundred percent know that.

The forest did feel like it had some ominous magical stuff everywhere. Ariel informed me that the unnaturally tall trees that I fell into were so tall because of the magic in the ground and nature, and sometimes it can make the smaller plants sentient (hence the weird flower creatures). Ariel said they were called Asi.

The further and further we got into the forest, the taller and taller the trees got; every step felt like it was being watched. We stopped. 'This is where I found you.' She said, pointing to a pile of blood. Woah, was that all my blood? 'What were you doing this far into the forest? It feels... creepy.' 'The deeper into the forest, the more magic there is. I usually don't go this far, but I heard screaming and a large thud,which i presume was you.' She said, and if I fell around here, then Ruby shouldn't be that far!

'Why is the forest magic, And how did it happen?' I asked, the thought had been chewing at my mind for a while. 'Well, 16 years ago, a queen named Lilith had come to Emaia. She said that she wanted to make a deal with the king that her son, Killian, and his daughter, Eliza, would both get married when they were old enough. But the king said no because he knew Lilith was a magic user and that anyone who was to make a promise to her would have no choice but to follow it through. That was her magic.'

'You see, magic users are people that have been born with powers, and no two magic users have the same ability.' I didn't sign up for a history lesson. She continued anyway, though.

'Some say what made the king really decline, though, was that Lilith was dangerous. Her kingdom, Fenadi, were known for their magic users; Lilith's father had caused destruction throughout the entirety of Emaia because his magic would decay anything. He could destroy anything with just touch. There was a war between Emaia and Fenadi, and many lives were lost, the Queen of Emaia had died by the hands of Lilith's father, so the proposal of his daughter someday marrying the grandchild of the man who killed his wife had outraged him.' Wow, this was the most interesting history lesson ever. And I hate history, so that's saying a lot.

'When he declined Lilith's offer, though, she was angered. She had gone out of her way to try and mend both the kingdom's reputation within each other. Lilith had decided that she had been disrespected, and so she had waged another war on Emaia. A war of which is still going on. The king banned all magic users from ever entering his kingdom after that and-' There was a noise in the distance. Some kind of animal it sounded hurt. 'Ruby?' I said before dashing towards the sound. 'Eric, wait!' Ariel said as she ran after me. The animal had sounded injured. Was it Ruby? Was Ruby hurt?

I ran. I ran as fast as I could, tripping over logs and bumps in the ground. The noise was definitely Ruby. It sounded just like when she wanted my food, even though she had just eaten. God, Ruby must be hungry. I'll be sure to get her some amazing food. 'Agh!' I tripped, allowing Ariel to catch up to me.

'Eric! You can not just run off like... that.' She trailed off. 'What is it?' I said, looking up at her as her face twisted into one of alarm and confusion. 'Is...' she started. 'Is that Ruby?' She said, pointing towards a dog-like creature.

That was Ruby, alright.

It was her, just, it wasn't. Ruby looked the same except for the red scales covering some of the patches of her fur, the stubby horns coming out of her head, and a pair of scaly, golden-red wings.

'Ruby?' I said cautiously. She looked over at me for a second before recognising me and running up to me, licking my face and making it wet with dog spit. I would've been really grossed out if I wasn't so happy.

'Ruby!' I said, giggling and wiping my face with my clothes. Sorry, Sebastian. I still hadn't gotten my own clothes yet so I've been wearing the biggest clothes ever. Like, I get that he's buff, but I'm pretty bulky too, if I do say so myself.

'I thought you said she was a dog. Why does she have wings?' Ariel said, doing something that looked like a silent prayer. 'She is! Well- erm, was.'

'Okay. Okay. That's fine. That's cool. It's totally not a dragon dog thing that could probably kill us all. Nope. Cool.' 'Hey! She's a she, not an it.' I said as Ruby licked me again. How could Ruby kill us? Just because she has wings and scales now doesn't mean she's gonna hurt anyone! Ariel is just being dramatic.

Ruby seemed to be limping. 'Come here, girl.' I said as she came over to me. I grabbed her paws and saw that she had some scrapes and cuts on them. Well, it's better than what happened to me.

'Wanna go back now? I'm getting cold.' Ariel said, gesturing at the sky. Damn. It was almost pitch black. Thanks a lot, history lesson. 'Yeah, let's go. Come on, Rubes.' I said, picking her up, careful not to hurt her.

Even when we got out of the magic woods and back to the house, I couldn't seem to shake the feeling of being watched.

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Published 27th Febuary 2024

[lilithsterrarium]

Imagining you recently shrunk and still ownerless. Im your friend from when you still were the size of a real person. I still treat you the same as before, but i know.

Ive always known, even before you shrunk. You were never a real person.

People have been getting shrunk for a few years now, a few thousand people once a week. The selection seemes completely random, and of course unbeknownst to anyone, you prayed each week that it would be your turn.

Naturally micros were stripped of rights worldwide mere days after the first wave. It was pretty normal to own a micro pet, though most didnt. You even knew i had owned a few over the years, though you had never given much thought to why when i brought up my pet the nane changed every coupke months.

One day, about two weeks after you shrunk, i invite you over as usual. But im acting... different. There is a sadistic grin on my face as i scoop you up and carry you to my room. "I have something to show you, lilith."

"O-ok..." you stammer, nervous about why im acting different.

I unlock the top drawer of my desk, pull it out, and lift you up to look. You see something that terrifies and arouses you far more than it would any real person.

You see several rows of dead micros, perfectly oreserved, pinned in a display case reminiscent of an insect collection. You are too flustered to count, but there are dozens of them on display.

"My prized collection," I say, "acquired through years of seeking out the prettiest toys."

You sit in my hand, stunned, as I explain that ever since people first started shrinking, I have had a new hobby. I find beautiful micros, sometimes being sold online, sometimes i just pluck them from their lives while they are trying to pretend they are still people after being shrunk.

I torment them, play with them, degrade them, use them to get off. And eventually, when they are fully broken, when they stop being fun to play with, I kill them. I kill them, preserve them, sometimes dress them up, and add them to my display collection.

"And now, Lilith, now I finally have you. I've wanted you for my collection since this all started. You have no idea how frusturating it was, week after week, years waiting for you to shrink. Actually," I start to chuckle, "maybe you do. You havnt even screamed. In fact, you've been getting hornier and hornier the longer ive talked, haven't you?" You have wanted to be less than a person since long before people started shrinking."

"Well, now you finally are! You are mine now. You will worship me, and i will torment you. I am your god now, and you will entertain me until i decide it is time for you to die, and take your place as the most beautiful specimen in my collection."

CBDNENNEVJWNCNDJCJFNFDJ FFHFHUCHFCK GGOD MMFNVCJC THANK YOU TJANK YOU THANK YOU <3333333333

My chest genuinelly felt tight reading this, oh my GOD <333

You know me too well... somehow the truth slipped out, maybe during a drunken confession, maybe asmitting something embarressing for a game- or maybe its just that obvious that I deeply crave that lack of an identity, that I need to be lesser...

Sure, my heart fluttered whenever you talked about your pets- you could see hints of jealousy flash accross my face each time you talked about them... if anything, it was almost hilarious how badly I wanted it...

Finally shrinking, and ecstatically being happier than I've ever been... cumming my brains out on loop, eagerly waiting for someone to pluck me up, overwhelmed and giddy that I finally get the chance to live out my fantasies- and admittedly, my brain drifted to lewd places when you invite me over...

My eyes are wide open, lips trembling as I stare into the drawer... eyes glancing over each one, my brain trying its best to piece together how each one might have died... looking back up at you, eyes wide... not in fear, strangely- but in utter desperation...

Tiny cock gently pressing against you palm as I swallow my words, eagerly nodding with every word... I'm not a person, I finally get to live out my ultimate fantasy.... desperate to serve...

Scampering up to kiss the palm of your hand, gently moaning out praise for my new god... I exist to serve, I exist to entertain, PLEASE <3

The day I finally join the others will be immortalized, my face in utter bliss as you adjust it to the center of your collection... MMBSHCHC GOD

I'm sorry if this seems scatterbrained, I genuinelly feel like I'm going into heat at the moment and just. FHGHHFHDF GOD PLEASE LET ME SERVE <3

I was never meant to be a person <333333

[fangaminghell]

10, 19, 34 and 50 for Leo, Blair and Asra :3

:3!

Spoilers ahead for pokemon desolation!!!! Especially E6!!!!!!!!!!

10. Do they have any regrets?

Leo: Many. So many. Just look at the Darkai quest and that'll just show you how much regret and guilt he has.

If I had to give one example at the top of my head, not telling Cain how he felt when in the Void is something he regrets. It all worked out, but at the time, not saying anything and losing Cain was something that would haunt him.

Blair: I really need to replay Reborn once the community release is out. I feel like Blair needs some cleaning up character wise, or rather I just need to be refreshed on who xe are. That being said, I think not saving Suraya from Gardevoirs blast is one regret xe have, as her body gaurd. Another, bigger regret, was not being able to save Lilith. For granted, not saving Lilith spared her from Sigmund, something xe would not wish on anyone. But not being with xyr sister for 10 years is something that weighs on xem slot.

Asra: Hmmmmmmm. I think letting Scarlet get that far into her mindset before joining Crescent is something they regret. Maybe if they said something, she wouldn't have joined. Things are more than fine now, but I can see Asra wishing they've done more. Everything with Tristan I feel is made of regret and guilt.

19. How easy is it to become their friend?

Leo of the three arguably the most social lol. He likes being around people, for the most part! Though making friends depends on if you vibe with him and he vibes with you. I like to think his pathetic cat boyisms make him hard to resist though.

Asra isn't exactly shy by any means. They just prefer the quiet. That being said, they have the charisma to carry themselves in pleasant conversations. They can be aloof at times, and it could take a while for them to fully open up outside of pleasantries, but I like to think they are generally pretty friendly. Wait. I almost forgot. They can be pretty awkward when talking to people sometimes. They usually have some level of control within a conversation, but there's some topic that have them stumped and just don't know what to say ( for example: hobbies).

Blair is ice cold lol. They have trust issues and lots of trauma to boot, so letting people in is kinda a no go for xem. That doesn't mean you can't worm your way into their heart - look at Suraya n Leo. But yeah, they are very introverted, much preferring to just look on in the sidelines, being cold to anyone that comes close....unless your friends or family. Post game Blair is a bit more softer, or at least trying to be, given we were given the opportunity to study and become a pokemon professor like xe dreamed to be. Xe are still pretty cold, but try to be nicer ( Blake tests xyr patience every day ). Way into the future, being a pokemon professor definitely made them much more approachable! Instead of the freezing cold xe would give off, Blair is more of a quiet chill, but nothing too intense. Overall pretty friendly, and good with beginner trainers. Still pretty distant to those they don't know, so friendship is still gonna be something you with for.

34. How well do they deal with grief?

WOOH BOY. Bad. All of them I think.

Leo literally had a psychic breakdown when Taka died. And the results of that basically pushing people away who are worried for him. Ame and Kiki's death also just increases his guilt about everything, which again, makes him believe that people are safer at a distance. Leo is...very mentally unwell during the post game, even despite finally coming to terms with himself. Richard doesn't help at all in the slightest.

God, I didn't even mention how Leo thought Suraya, Cain and so many others were dead. That devastated him. So bad.

Blair whole life is filled with the grief over xyr family, xyr childhood, xyr dreams. The results was xem becoming a shell of a person in the orphanage, and become an ice cold assassin as an adult. I don't think they properly grieved until the post game, really. They just kept moving forward without even bothering to examine xyr emotions. Xe didn't want to.

Asra lost Tristan, a valued friend, someone who they hoped to help just like the rest of the dreamscape. Dare I say, they loved him ( platonically, romantically? Shrugs). So for Tristan to disappear in their arms, cursing Darkai, it was. So much. They didn't exactly have time to really. Grieve. Had to keep moving. But when they find out that they themselves are going to die? It all just hits them. To grieve a life that hasn't been lost yet - to grieve your life, that hasn't been lost yet. It's too much. It's all too much.

50. What is your favorite thing about them?

Leo is my favorite little pathetic gay catboy rat man. There's more to this title I just forgot lmao. This is very cruel to say but I love exploring how. Not okay he is. His guilt and shame and self hatred - all terrible, but I like exploring how that makes him do things, ya know? Especially when I know things for him get better.

Blair, I always loved xyr arc of letting people in again. And Bun Bun. Bun Bun is very important to xyr arc and I love them both. I hope to reexamine xem again when replaying reborn! Also it would be a crime if I didn't mention xyr long hair braid.

I always loved how Asra is goth lol. A plus sized goth. A plus sized goth that has a parasol that hides a sword. In general I just love their vibe. I try to make them seem cool and mysterious, but still approachable. They are calm and collected, and polite. But even with all that, they have their own worries that they try to keep to themselves. I really like Asra lol.

[pommedefemme]

All the multiples of 3 😁

Thanks, babe!! 🥰

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

Chattahoochee - Alan Jackson

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I will not be judged. Also. Hey, Brandi Carlile! I've been very patiently waiting for you to cover this song in your belt-y Raise Hell style. I can hear it clear as day in my mind. Just a suggestion!

6: A song that makes you want to dance

He Lives In You - Lebo M

This song makes me LOSE CONTROL. What a bop! And I've long joked that this and Michael Crawford's O Holy Night/Bach's Ricercar are the only things that can kinda reel me back into believing in God/Aslan/Mufasa...if only for the track's duration :)

9: A song that makes you happy

Hodja - Todd Rudgren

Always has me grinning ear-to-ear and trying out different harmonies on each refrain. :)

12: A song from your preteen years

Whisper - Evanescence

Amy Lee, my beloved ❤️ Who else got into this band because your parents mistook it for Christian music? And who else still remembers all the words to the Latin chorus?

15: A song that is a cover by another artist

For No One - The Beatles - Liz Gillies

LIZ DROP A ROCK ALBUM I BEG YOU PLEASE SINGLE-HANDEDLY SAVE THE MUSIC INDUSTRY LIZ PLEASE (also divorce your nasty fucking husband and marry me)

18: A song from the year that you were born

Hope Of Deliverance - Paul McCartney (and kd Lang!)

1993 was an excellent year for music, but this is the song from that year that I still listen to on a regular basis.

21: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Hannah Hunt - Vampire Weekend - I'm With Her

"If I can't trust you, then damn it, Hannah! There's no future! There's no answer!" Listen to this back-to-back with First Aid Kit's cover of America.

24: A song by a band you wish were still together

I don't have an answer for this one, really. I think break-ups happen for a reason and half the bands I miss fell apart because somebody died. How about a desperately wanted collaboration? Get kd, Indigo Girls, Melissa Etheridge, Phranc, Tracy Chapman, and Brandi Carlile all up on stage together for a raucous cover of Callin' Baton Rouge or something. Restart Lilith Fair/MichFest. Put The Last Shadow Puppets in charge of the music for The Beatles biopics. Have me play Take Good Care Of My Baby on Colbert, with Lera Lynn as a surprise guest who segues us into You Should Know I'm Still Your Baby (a la Melissa and kd kissing after Sleep While I Drive). Annie Clark, Esperanza Spalding, and Andrew Bird should form a supergroup. Lianne La Havas should be blaring on every grocery store speaker. Taylor Swift should take a break. Liz Gillies should release a 70s rock/folk ballad album. Lady Gaga should do electroswing. I don't know!

27: A song that breaks your heart

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go - Bob Dylan - Madeleine Peyroux

Idk, there are sadder songs. I just starting thinking of my ex. "You could make me cry, if you don't know!"

30: A song that reminds you of yourself

I'm a looooooooooser! Actually.

[theprinceandthewitch]

Uh, so this is the second part to this post. I just wanted to talk about the suspicious Golden Guard pit from King's Tide:

I counted 42 Golden Guard Masks in the pit from King's Tide, I'm not counting the skulls simply because I don't want to count every single one of them lol. There's also three Golden Guard masks that aren't colored in that I've added to the count. To be honest I'm assuming every single body in that pit is a GG and not some random witch or demon. Because this "burial ground" is directly in the center of the head, which is considered sacred ground by witches and demons. They don't treat it as a place you can just walk into to have some fun and the only thing there that's of interest is the mirror The Collector's trapped in. Which is hidden behind a door you need to open by solving a puzzle.

If we were to average out the age of the 42 GG's I've counted to 16 at the time of death this means 672 YEARS have passed in total. This number is even greater if we add the skulls to the count. The amount of bodies in the pit doesnt make sense IF Belos was actually operating in a linear timeline, since he came to TBI's in the 1600's.

Especially when we take into account that Belos PROBABLY can't grow the Grimwalkers to a certain age. They PROBABLY have to come out of the ground as infants:

We also need to factor in that there are GG's who have died from other circumstances and not directly by Belos' hand. Like the dangerous training he puts all of them through to weed out the "bad" clones. We can assume he starts this training when they are around 13 years old.

And there could be GG's who didn't "come out right" when they're "birthed" or just straight up died before they were even "born" when Belos was figuring out how to create them. I'm not sure how long the Grimwalker "gestation period" is. I don't know if it's 9 months or if it's shorter because magic is involved, but Belos still needs to wait a certain amount of time for each Grimwalker to be "born".

A reminder: One of the ingredients to make a Grimwalker is a bone from the "original" person. From the phrasing "bone of ortet" I'm assuming that the Grimwalker doesn't need a piece of bone but rather an entire bone of the original. Like a whole leg bone or one of the bone segments of a finger. There are 206 bones in the human body, so If we operate under this assumption then that means Belos has 206 chances to make the "perfect" version of his brother. This is why the number of bodies in the pit isn't shocking to me, especially when we take time magic into account.

Anyways, we do know GG's have lived past the age of 16. Hunter's comment about him being the youngest scout to become GG isn't entirely false. He's the youngest scout to become the Golden Guard during Belos' 50 year reign. This means that his predecessor was older than him and most likely a 20+ year old adult, since Darius refers to the previous GG as his mentor.

Belos thinking Hunter was going to last longer than the other GG's was because Hunter is the only clone who was entirely obedient to him:

Belos [from Hollow Mind]: I say, "The Titan has big plans for you" and he does what he's told. Unlike the previous attempts.

So like... it's entirely possible that some of those Grimwalkers in the pit are adults. Which skews the numbers even more.

But yeah, Belos is min-maxing time travel to acquire resources for the Day of Unity and Grimwalker resources he might not be able to get in his time period.

Here's how time pools work: Their location is completely random and the time period they connect to is also completely random. And they never reconnect to the same moment in space-time once they close. For example: The particular window of time when Luz and Lilith met Philip will never reopen again, so Luz can't stop herself from giving Philip the Light Spell. And as we can see from Elsewhere and Elsewhen, Luz is never presented with a chance to stop herself from even going back in time to begin with. The randomness of the time pools didn't work in Luz's favor. They also operate a a doorway between time periods, so someone from the past can go to the future and vice versa.

But it's entirely possible that the randomness of these time pools worked in Belos' favor. The inherent randomness of these time pools isn't going to be much of a problem for Belos because he has a way of extending his life if he needs to wait awhile for a particular congregation of time pools to appear. He doesn't need to worry about being trapped forever in a particular time period because he's going to know where the next congregation will be from future versions of himself. He wouldn't need to waste time inventing technology needed for tracking them down or to actually track them down because his future self will give him the exact location of the next batch of time pools. So all he really needs to do is wait.

Because of his longevity advantage he has the opportunity to collaborate with past versions of himself to make his plan come to fruition faster, to tell past versions of himself where to find time pools in the future and to acquire resources for the Day of Unity and Grimwalker parts.

He would also take the resources he needs to make a Grimwalker when traveling to the past if he needs to stay in a particular time period for awhile. He might have even taken a few GG's with him to the past or the future. Again, he wouldn't need to worry about getting back to his "correct time" before the time pools disappear because he would know where the next congregation is going to be. And he has the means of extending his lifespan if he needs to wait awhile for the next congregation to appear.

He'd have the means of extending his lifespan without relying only on palistrom wood. In Hunting Palismen it is implied that people made palismen by harnessing wild magic. The reason why palistrom wood is over-harvested in the current time period is because Belos outlawed the use of wild magic. So he needed to rely on palismen made from palistrom wood to keep his condition manageable. He wasn't going to take a risk and use wild magic to make palismen. If word got out that the emperor was using wild magic, despite outlawing it and even enacting the death penalty for those who practice it, the people of TBI would have turned against him before he had the chance to initiate the draining spell.

So...

It's interesting that there are alot of GG bodies in the center of the Titan Skull, just outside the door where The Collector was kept. That's really weird. It makes you wonder why they're all there and how could there possibly be so many of them.

We know Belos has a teleportation spell that can lead him directly to the center of the Titans Skull, just outside the doors of The Collectors chamber. But why would he waste time luring them to the center of the skull just to kill them? Why would Belos care about being this discreet when it comes to killing and disposing of GG's? I really don't see him wasting time like that. And how can there possibly be so many GG's if we operate under the assumption all of them come out of the ground as infants and they age similarly to humans and witches?

The number of GG's in the pit doesn't make sense if we assume Belos is operating in a linear timeframe. The amount of GG's in that pit only make sense if time magic is involved.

I do think the GG's are smart enough to form the same theory Lilith and Eda had about time pools and how they're created. They would have had access to the resources needed to create the technology to find them by virtue of being Belos' body guard. Some of them could have even found out about time travel from accompanying Belos through a time pool. These Golden Guards in the pit from King's Tide seem like they're there because they attempted to go to the past to take The Collector before Philip has the chance to get him. Or to even kill him before he get's the chance to take the mirror, since we know Philip took multiple trips to The Skull before meeting Luz and Lilith. But as you can see, they were never successful.

Because they are up against Belos, a man who can live pretty much indefinitely because of palismen souls. And he has time travel completely locked down because his future self is supplying information to him. So he'll know exactly where they're going to be and what day they'll arrive on - so he's going to intercept them somewhere inside the skull. It doesn't matter how long he needs to wait for them to show up because he has longevity on his side. He'll wait for them like a cat waits for a mouse to come out of it's den.

So yeah, Belos could be ALOT older than we think he is because he's been utilizing time magic to carry out his plan. The amount of bodies in the pit are a hint to this, because the number of bodies don't add up with the amount of years Belos has been on TBI's.

[evan-witch]

Lilith Clawthorne x gn.reader (part 1)

Y/N Pov.:

Our kind used to live peacefully on the isles but the emperor caught most of us and used us to satisfy his hunger for palismen. Even if we looked almost like every other witch, he used the little differences of ours to justify his discrimination and terrible behaviour against us.

We are related to the palismen but called nylem. Our bodies are similar to the average witches but we have black tattoolike marks which covers almost our whole back. Its in form of 2 big wings. In the night, when the sun in completely gone we can let the marks transform themselves into actual functional wings. But when we try to to this in the day, the skin on the back peels slowly off and the wings grow out of our backs which is very painful. The reason why the emperor wants us is simply because we release similar magic to when you break a palismen when we transform during the day. So he thought it was his right to look us up in his personal prison and force us to transform during the day. A few staff members would come and feed us every once in while. Im not sure but i think a few nylems had refused to eat because they were to tired and couldn’t bear the pain anymore. But its just a rumour. I wouldn’t really know since we all live in separate cells in order to keep us from making plans together. Maybe i was the last one alive. Maybe i will be the first one to die. I layed down in my cell, waiting for another faceless guard to throw the food to me but instead a blue haired woman opened my cell. I sat up and looked at the woman. She was very pretty. She slowly walked towards me as if she expected me to attack her. I’m chained to the floor and the wall behind me but sure…. After she realised this too she kneeled in front of me. “The emperor wants to try and talk to you in a few weeks. You’ll be able to take a hot bath, eat normal food and wear clean clothes if you cooperate and behave.” She gave me a skeptic look. She turned to the guard outside the cell: “They understand me right?” “ nobody really knows. Its said they used to talk once but we haven't heard one talk in months” , the guard said with a deep voice. She looked me in the eyes. “If you can understand me please nod or give me a sign.” I shook my head and tilted my head toward the guard. “You want him to leave?” I nodded. The guard turned to us. “Ms. Clawthorne, i don’t recommend staying with this beast alone. Its not worth it.” She waved at him signalising him to leave. He listened obediently. “We are alone,” she said. I nodded and smiled. “What else does the emperor want from me. Do i not serve enough already?” My voice was shaking and it hurt to speak because it has been so long since i last talked. She seemed furious and stood up. “The emperor allows you to stay in his castle and provides you with food, water and medical supplies. How dare you-” “Well i don't know about the others, or what is left of them, but i have a slightly different perception. I mean you do see these chains right?” “They are there so you don’t attack the castle again and hurt us!” Now thats it. I stood up (as well as these chains allowed me to). “We are tortured 3 times a week for hours, we are chained to the walls and grounds-“ i stopped because my throat started to bleed and i had a metallic feeling on my tongue. “We?” She looked confused. “How many of us are left?”, i asked. “You are the only one. The last one died 2 months ago. They all stooped eating and drinking after a while. We think it was a disease you are immune against.” “A disease? Really? Are you really that naive? You do realise we are tortured right? Or do you think we are just dramatic wannabe vampire-werwolf fans or something?” She looked down and seemed to think about it. “Even if you are speaking the truth…. How do i know i can trust you?” Seriously? How do i prove my suffering to the obedient and naive guard of the emperor. A tear ran down my face. I looked at her. “You dont have to trust me, but please, if you cant get my out of here-“ I was ready to give up.

Give up on hope. Give up on life… "Please….. if you can't let me leave…" i stoped and looked at her face. My face was covered with tears that rolled down uncontrollably. "If you can't get me out of this misery……. kill me." I whispered the last part but she seemed to understand. A tear rolled down her face. She stood up and left. Closed the door. The guards returned. And i still sat on the ground of my prison cell. My face was still covered in tears, Everything turned to normal. Nothing changed. I waited. One day passed. Two days passed. Then a week. And a month. Nothing. Nothing fucking changed. I ate less and less. I just wasn't hungry anymore. Did seriously nothing change. Everyday hurt like hell. Till i heard a loud groan and several punching noises. The door slammed open and a woman rushed towards me. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I could barely see her. I was too weak and too tired. She quickly took of my chains and carried me out. Once we were outside and she sat on her staff i saw black. Everything sounded muffled till i heard nothing. Everything was black and quiet. I felt nothing. It was such a relief. It was like this for hours till i heard muffled noises again. "I did everything i could but i don't when they will wake up. That poor thing was starved, dehydrated and hurt like nothing i had ever seen before. It's a miracle they made it till you reached me." "I know," a familiar voice said. I groaned. Everything hurt. I tried to sit up but my body wouldn't let me. My hand slipped of the edge and i fell off what seemed to be a couch. My face kissed the floor. It was hard. "Urrghhhhh", i groaned. "Shit", i heard the familiar voice call. Footsteps rushed towards me. Cant everybody just leave me alone. “Oh my titan, Luz, Eda i need a little help”, the familiar voice called is soon as she reached my side. I lifted my head a little to look at the woman next to me. “Ms. Clawthorne?”, i asked hysterical. “Yes, darling. Don't worry well get you back on your feet in no time. Just hold on.” She turned to the door. EDALYN CLAWTHORN IF YOU DONT COME DOWN THIS INSTANT I WILL THROW YOUR APPLEBLOOD INTO THE OCEAN.” Only a few seconds later a white haired lady bursted into the room with a brown haired child under her arm. “I am here” she huffed exhausted. Lilith started to give the two of them instructions on what to do while she helped me to get on the couch again. Ms. Clawthorne sat next to me and seemed really annoyed. After a few minutes passed the two dorks returned with bandages and other stuff. They put the things down on the table next to me a and left the room. The lady looked at me. “I’m going to have to take your shirt of.” The woman said. She saw my concerned look and added: “Your back is probably infected since transforming rips your actual skin. You’ve lost a lot of blood over the last few weeks…. and months… but until a while ago your body was able to regenerate. But now… your as weak as an abandoned stray kitten.” I didn’t say anything. She slowly took of my shirt, trying not to hurt me. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them, trying to hold back the tears. So she did come back to me. The naive lady was nice after all. “Im sorry but this will hurt a little,” Ms. Clawthorne interrupted my thoughts. Shortly after a sharp pain echoed through my back. I hissed and sank my nails into the couch till the pain softened. I felt her warm fingers on my back. While she took care of my wound i just enjoyed her touch. It was a little comforting. I placed my head on my knees while she put some sort if glued stripes and cotton on my wound. Her hand stroke my back one last time before she tapped my shoulder and said she was done. I put on my shirt again and bowed to hear, signalising my thanks. She smiled and bowed a little too. “You have nowhere to go right? You can stay as long as you like. I’ll prepare a second bed in my room. That way i can keep an eye on you wound… if thats alright with you of course.” I nodded. It would be great to have a place to stay in till i can repay them.

[jericho-williams]

Chap 2: My Dog Can Fly.

Once Ariel and I had left, she showed me where she found me. This place had some sort of different feeling, like some crazy vibes. There were so many weird little creatures, I didn't think I was in England anymore.

There were little animals that looked like flowers and mushrooms. They were so tiny that they could probably fit in your hand. 'Aw, that's adorable!' I said, because they were. I wanted to step on one. 'Where are they going?' I asked as we continued walking into the forest. 'And what are they?' 'They're plants.' Ariel informed. 'Oh.' 'Not a very creative name.' I said (very smartly). 'No, they're plants that have been enchanted by magic users.' Which is stupid because magic doesn't exist. 'Magic doesn't exist.' 'Yes, it does,' 'especially here. This is a magical forest.' Oh, that makes me look really dumb. 'I knew that.' I said because I did. I one-hundred percent know that.

The forest did feel like it had some ominous magical stuff everywhere. Ariel informed me that the unnaturally tall trees that I fell into were so tall because of the magic in the ground and nature, and sometimes it can make the smaller plants sentient (hence the weird flower creatures). Ariel said they were called Asi.

The further and further we got into the forest, the taller and taller the trees got; every step felt like it was being watched. We stopped. 'This is where I found you.' She said, pointing to a pile of blood. Woah, was that all my blood? 'What were you doing this far into the forest? It feels... creepy.' 'The deeper into the forest, the more magic there is. I usually don't go this far, but I heard screaming and a large thud,which i presume was you.' She said, and if I fell around here, then Ruby shouldn't be that far!

'Why is the forest magic, And how did it happen?' I asked, the thought had been chewing at my mind for a while. 'Well, 16 years ago, a queen named Lilith had come to Emaia. She said that she wanted to make a deal with King Earl that her son, Killian, and his daughter, Eliza, would both get married when they were old enough. But the king said no because he knew Lilith was a magic user and that anyone who was to make a promise to her would have no choice but to follow it through. That was her magic.'

'You see, magic users are people that have been born with powers, and no two magic users have the same ability.' I didn't sign up for a history lesson. She continued anyway, though.

'Some say what made the king really decline, though, was that Lilith was dangerous. Her kingdom, Fenadi, were known for their magic users; Lilith's father had caused destruction throughout the entirety of Emaia because his magic would decay anything. He could destroy anything with just touch. There was a war between Emaia and Fenadi, and many lives were lost, the Queen of Emaia had died by the hands of Lilith's father, so the proposal of his daughter someday marrying the grandchild of the man who killed his wife had outraged him.' Wow, this was the most interesting history lesson ever. And I hate history, so that's saying a lot.

'When he declined Lilith's offer, though, she was angered. She had gone out of her way to try and mend both the kingdom's reputation within each other. Lilith had decided that she had been disrespected, and so she had waged another war on Emaia. A war of which is still going on. The king banned all magic users from ever entering his kingdom after that and-' There was a noise in the distance. Some kind of animal it sounded hurt. 'Ruby?' I said before dashing towards the sound. 'Eric, wait!' Ariel said as she ran after me. The animal had sounded injured. Was it Ruby? Was Ruby hurt?

I ran. I ran as fast as I could, tripping over logs and bumps in the ground. The noise was definitely Ruby. It sounded just like when she wanted my food, even though she had just eaten. God, Ruby must be hungry. I'll be sure to get her some amazing food. 'Agh!' I tripped, allowing Ariel to catch up to me.

'Eric! You can not just run off like... that.' She trailed off. 'What is it?' I said, looking up at her as her face twisted into one of alarm and confusion. 'Is...' she started. 'Is that Ruby?' She said, pointing towards a dog-like creature.

That was Ruby, alright.

It was her, just, it wasn't. Ruby looked the same except for the red scales covering some of the patches of her fur, the stubby horns coming out of her head, and a pair of scaly, golden-red wings.

'Ruby?' I said cautiously. She looked over at me for a second before recognising me and running up to me, licking my face and making it wet with dog spit. I would've been really grossed out if I wasn't so happy.

'Ruby!' I said, giggling and wiping my face with my clothes. Sorry, Sebastian. I still hadn't gotten my own clothes yet so I've been wearing the biggest clothes ever. Like, I get that he's buff, but I'm pretty bulky too, if I do say so myself.

'I thought you said she was a dog. Why does she have wings?' Ariel said, doing something that looked like a silent prayer. 'She is! Well- erm, was.'

'Okay. Okay. That's fine. That's cool. It's totally not a dragon dog thing that could probably kill us all. Nope. Cool.' 'Hey! She's a she, not an it.' I said as Ruby licked me again. How could Ruby kill us? Just because she has wings and scales now doesn't mean she's gonna hurt anyone! Ariel is just being dramatic.

Ruby seemed to be limping. 'Come here, girl.' I said as she came over to me. I grabbed her paws and saw that she had some scrapes and cuts on them. Well, it's better than what happened to me.

'Wanna go back now? I'm getting cold.' Ariel said, gesturing at the sky. Damn. It was almost pitch black. Thanks a lot, history lesson. 'Yeah, let's go. Come on, Rubes.' I said, picking her up, careful not to hurt her.

Even when we got out of the magic woods and back to the house, I couldn't seem to shake the feeling of being watched.

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Published February 27th

Updated last March 10th