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misc-obeyme · 11 months ago

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Ah, you want lucifer sub? I have another idea for you then! Feel free to ignore if you had enough nsfw drabbles tho lol Theres a card in NB where lucifer tries to force mc a truth apple or whatchamacallit to see who mc really is, but Beel ended up eating it instead. Anyway in p4 he tries to earn mc's forgiveness by going to the castle for barb's cooking. What if then, at the table, mc remembers that in the og timeline, lucifer and mc constantly played with shibari on each other? Hmm... So then, that's his punishment. Early Avatar of Pride, getting tied up in his own room. Blindfolded Anyway, hope you like the idea. 🍄 Love you CC

Augh, 🍄 anon, shibari is like one of my favorite things ever. It just looks so pretty!?!? And Lucifer is also very pretty????

Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. I do have that card and remembered this particular Devilgram. It had an excellent line from Barb that I took the time to screenshot and then forgot about until much later. Something about having cake, I don't remember exactly. It's in my posts somewhere lol.

Anyway! Sub!Lucifer is everything to me, so here he is. I like the idea of NB Lucifer specifically not understanding why he trusts MC. He even says in the Devilgram something about how there was a connection between them the moment MC showed up. But this is a minor detail, I just find it interesting.

GN!MC x Lucifer

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: sub!Lucifer, dom!MC, shibari, blindfold, praise, hand job

Lucifer held himself incredibly still. He would not squirm. He would not give you the satisfaction.

It was difficult. He wanted to give in already.

You had spent quite some time carefully tying the black and red ropes around his body. Securing knots, ensuring they were tight but not too tight. Perhaps he should have been anxious as you brought his hands behind his back and tied them in place. Perhaps he should have been concerned when you tied the blindfold over his eyes. Perhaps he should have been worried about how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be with you.

And perhaps he was all of those things. But the fire it ignited in his belly was too powerful to ignore. The thrill of your touch, the way his skin tingled any time you brushed your fingers against it. Knowing that you were seeing him completely exposed, that he was entirely at your mercy, that you were in control of him in a way no one else has ever been.

The ropes rubbed against him, an uncomfortably pleasing sensation. The blindfold was his own tie, which you had utilized for this purpose and its soft silkiness was an exciting contrast to the harsher feeling of the ropes.

When you were finished, you moved away and left him there.

Lucifer was kneeling on his own bed, tied up and blindfolded, waiting for you to touch him again.

He couldn't see himself, but he could imagine the sight. You seemed to already know the intricacies of shibari. The pattern was elegant and complex - turning him into a sensual work of art.

Lucifer waited. He could be patient. He refused to let you see just how affected he was. He couldn't do anything about his obvious erection, which was straining. But he would keep the rest of himself as composed as possible.

"So," you said and your voice was close. "Are you sorry for trying to get me to eat that apple?"

Lucifer hesitated. "I've let you tie me up and blindfold me, haven't I? Is that not proof enough?"

"I won't make you say it," you said. "I could see it in your eyes as I was tying you up. You trust me, don't you? Despite being suspicious of who I am and what my motives might be, you still trust me."

Lucifer frowned. "I don't-"

You pressed a finger to his lips. "You don't need to lie about it. You can trust me, Lucifer. I promise."

Lucifer was about to disagree with you, but whatever he might have said left his mind immediately as you took his cock in your hand. He sucked in a breath. Your hand felt soft, slightly damp with your sweat, which soon mingled with his precum.

Lucifer's resolve not to squirm crumbled. He couldn't hold perfectly still now, his hips moving involuntarily to thrust into your hand. He bit his lip, determined at least not to moan.

"Don't do that," you said, putting your thumb on his lower lip and pulling it gently out of his teeth. "Let me hear you."

Lucifer felt his skin grow hot as the moan he'd been trying to hold back escaped him. As soon as it did, it was as though a dam had broken and he couldn't stop making noise.

"Ah," he cried. "MC, please, ah!"

"Good boy," you said sweetly. "Now come for me."

Lucifer immediately came all over your hand, a strangled cry ripping itself from his throat as he did. Lucifer was panting, his body's muscles relaxing, but he was still tied up so stiffly, he couldn't go anywhere. You allowed him to lean on you long enough to catch his breath.

Lucifer quickly learned that he was far from done with his apology and it was much later into the night before you were willing to forgive him.

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tickly-trashcan · 5 months ago

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Transformers: One Tickle Headcanons!

A/N: look away LOOK AWAY im still obsessed with these silly little robots and i cannot get them out of my head so i wrote this while avoiding my other responsibilities LOL i hope the few transformers fans on my blog enjoy and if you're not a transformers fan read anyway and join the fandom i promise its so fun!!! (ps i might do headcanons for the other continuities as i watch more... tfp fans unite)

Orion Pax

this stupid little guy i love him to bits

he is really ticklish and he is so silly about it

hes such a switch like. he doesnt mind being tickled at all i bet he probs loves the attention LOL but he LOVES tickling other bots like d-16 hehe

he's veeery tickly under his arms ESPECIALLY if you get the seams that connect his arm to his torso that will make him scream. get him there

hes ticklish in most of the normal cybertronian tickle spots as well (dont ask me what those are. they are up to interpretation!) but i think hes also got a pretty sensitive chassis (tummy...) and if you get the little seams that go across his chassis he will be GONEE

hes got a really loud laugh i think... one of those rapid fire squealy laughs yup yup

he squeaks! and gasps! and makes other funny noises! but only if you catch him off guard otherwise he's just laughing lol

he will put up a fight if someone tickles him!!! he will go down kicking and actually has a good shot at turning the tables LOL

d-16 has had those tables turned on him so fast but he never learns! poor dee

like i said before hes pretty chill about getting tickled but he thinks hes literally The tickler of all time

hes very confident about his ler skills bc d-16 is so ticklish its actually not fair but if you put him up against elita he would fold so fast

wiggles his digits at d-16 every fucking chance he gets somebody stop his ass before he kills dee

i think he and d-16 tickle each other a lot without it escalating to a tickle fight or full-on murder (orion is the murderer.)

like they poke each other! all the time!

they're good about not doing it on shift (most of the time... side eyes orion again) but as soon as they clock out its a free for all

orion is pretty teasy but not overly so if that makes sense? hes more taunty than teasy HAHA like he'll say to d-16 "lol why do i keep forgetting how ticklish you are" and dee is screaming

he does not tickle elita. ever. she scares him.

also he tried to tickle her once and she wrecked his ass so bad he could hardly stand up. d-16 never let him hear the end of it either

d-16 will still randomly bring it up like "hey pax remember when you tried to tickle elita haha that was so- AUGH!!" and then orion jumps him

D-16

DEE MY BELOVED GAAAAH

he is ridiculously ticklish because i said so. I don't make the rules. also im right d-16 is the biggest lee on this list

hes also a switch but hes so ticklish its hard to get away with tickling other bots like orion because one poke and the tables are turned!! orion is nice to him sometimes tho and lets him get in a few tickles mwahaha

im pushing my d-16 hip agenda. are yall seeing a pattern with me giving my favs ticklish hips ITS BECAUSE HIS HIPS ARE RIGHT THERE!!! anyways. d-16 has the most grabbable and tickleable hips and his hips should be grabbed and tickled until he screams

hes also tickly on his thighs! and his chassis (more tummy!!)

d-16 is one of those people who will try to keep his laugh in but he literally lasts two seconds before hes giggling. two seconds is actually a generous estimate tbh!

his LAUGH i feel it in my bones hes got massive giggles and its kind of high pitched and hes so embarrassed but its adorable and im so upset about it

like once hes laughing its a much deeper laugh but initially since hes trying to keep himself from laughing he just giggles frantically and its so cute bc its so pitchy

HE SNORTS

he snorts and he hates it but it is literally The best thing in the world and orion loves to tickle him until he snorts

for a week after orion learned what the word "speedrun" meant he tried different speedrun challenges with d-16 (how fast can i make him mention megatronus prime, etc.) and one of the days was "how fast can i make d-16 snort"

the answer is 1 minute and 34 seconds in earth time i aint doing the cybertronian equivalent. google is right there.

when he tickles other bots its crazy tho he can be MEANNN if he gets the chance

like he will taunt worse than orion and hes also a really good tickler methinks.. knows how and when to be more rough and when to be more gentle so he can really drive someone up the wall

once he got orion pinned face down and just. shoved his servos under orion's arms. had him screaming and begging but tbh orion probs deserved it!

d-16 has never tried to tickle elita and does not plan to. he will make fun of orion's attempt but he knows better

i think d-16 was also the first one of the gang to give bee a little tickle!!! got him giggling and actually got him to stop yapping a lil bit hehe but it was fun for everyone

B-127

I will tolerate absolutely ZERO bee slander alright if you beef with him you beef with me get off my blog

bee is almost as ticklish as d-16 but had absolutely no idea until he met orion, d-16, and elita. zero clue.

he knew what tickling was! he had tried to tickle himself before after seeing some bots in a tickle fight but hes never been tickled until d-16 poked at him a bit and he jumped 10 feet in the air

d-16 is really nice about tickling bee.... gives him soft tickles bc he knows hes not used to it and tickles him just enough to get him giggling IM SO UPSET

orion is also pretty nice about it but hes too teasy and bee gets embarrassed (also hes learning abt teases from orion. more on that later!)

i think he's really tickly on his chassis!!! most tickly spot for him definitely... all over too not just tummy part but his sides and hes also got tickly knees! watch out tho bc this dude kicks LOL

he has one of those cackly laughs but also has really sweet giggles and he DEF squeaks i dont make the rules

hes pretty shy about tickling others at first but because hes just not used to being around other bots!! hes been told before that hes too much so hes worried that tickling other bots is going to cause other bots to shut him down... BUT HE LEARNS ITS OK TO BE SILLY!!!

he sees orion tickling d-16 and starts yapping about how hes never been tickled and d-16 and orion tickle him a bit and its really sweet but he does NOT know how to react

"WHY AM I LAUGHING WHAT" "we're tickling you bee thats what happens" "OH THATS AWESOME HAHA IT FEELS FUNNY"

bee definitely likes being tickled but he also loves tickling the other bots... id say more lee in general but will tickle when he feels like its okay to!

hes normally yapping about something completely unrelated when hes tickling someone which is really funny but he learned from orion (BAD INFLUENCE!!!) how to tease people

so! now when he tickles other bots he does the really evil teasy stuff... it hasnt come back to bite orion yet but d-16 is suffering!

Elita-1

ahem... women... women women I LOVE ELITA

okay i think shes pretty tickly but not nearly as much as the rest of them... she can take a few pokes and barely smile but also can you even get a few pokes in before shes wrecking ur ass? not really!

shes 90% ler and 10% lee and yes i would definitely piss her off so she would tickle me who said that not me. i love women.

shes tickly on her knees and under her arms!! good luck getting her tho she is very squirmy if you manage to get her and even then she will fight BACK

she has a really bright and bubbly laugh if she gets got really good and it is so lovely and GAAAAH

she doesnt actually tickle other bots that often its mostly if people piss her off or try to tickle her that she goes after them mwahaha

which is why orion is such a frequent victim of her attacks

she is also one of those people who is either silent when shes tickling someone or is the MEANEST teaser on planet earth and bots like orion have experienced both and he cannot decide which option is worse

she has tickled d-16 and bee before but not nearly as bad as orion... he pisses her off so bad LOL i love their dynamic

shes actually so sweet with bee compared to d-16 and orion like okay elita we get it you have a favorite (hes my fav too i totally understand)

i want to talk more about her as a lee tho bc i feel like... she actually wouldnt mind being tickled that much its mostly reflex and its also cuz she feels like shes gotta be tough and being soft kinda goes against that orz

she keeps this mostly to herself but she does occasionally let bee tickle her more than she would let another bot because she knows hes just a Guy and is too busy yapping about other stuff while he tickles her to be like "wait why are you letting me tickle you rn"

her soft spot for bee... makes me so ill...

she also shows clear favoritism for bee when shes tickling him the teases are so much sillier and shes not as evil in general. for orion pax it is on sight

#transformers #transformers one #headcanons #tickle headcanons #orion pax #d 16 #b 127 #bumblebee #elita 1 #did not read this over #pure unfiltered rico cringe

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that1notetaker · 2 months ago

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@wixenforever HEHEHEHAHA HI AGAIN. A FRIEND LENT ME THEIR PC FOR A WHILE TO DRAW. NOTTPOTT TBOTL BLAST!! (Also for any followers who see this AND were here during my hijack era (it still is its just lurking) I think you can see the pattern in which my interests reside. You might also want to give this fic a shot. It's a very cool HP story, I promise)

Wixen, I saw your earlier response in the other post!!! It was fantastic, you added so many cool little details, and I ate them up SO fast as I waited for the bus to arrive. I was giggling and kicking my feet at the bench It all gave me a better idea of how to picture Theo in order to draw him better. I had a similar idea of him in my head, but I love the way you vision him having high cheekbones, making him appear a little more stoic and such. He's sort of gangly and sticks out but I love characters that aren't uniquely written off as pretty or handsome. Let the boys have twisted teeth and the possibility of freckles!!

I really, REALLY loved Theo's and Harry's first meeting. It was so much fun, and because we share Harry's POV, we're in for the surprise just as Harry is. Harry's gay panic is awesome btw, especially because he's got no idea what's going on. Very relatable. The whole conversation they had after their first meeting, followed by the next, really cemented their dynamic fast. In a good way. They were two strangers half hidden from each other AND YET. AND YET THEY MANAGED TO BE TRUE IN SOUL. AUGH. I LIVE FOR THAT. Man. And then having John clocking Harry in right afterwards made me laugh SO hard.

ALSO! I roped a friend into reading your story. Now we're both nuts about it. @imdeadtiredtm Im exposing you btw. COME SAY HI.

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fluffypinkpillows · 1 year ago

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One Last Cup of Coffee

Part 1

Synopsis: You and Lucifer meet up for coffee at a café weekly. Characters: Lucifer, Reader, and various OCs/NPCs Warnings: Reader is an OC, and this is just fun banter. Very short! A/N: I wanted my first Luci fic to be an OC fic before writing everything androgynously. I wanted to get used to writing again after a full year so I went with an OC instead. Future fics will be a pure reader insert, not including part 2 and 3 of "One Last Cup of Coffee"!

Tump-tump— tump-tump—

Lucifer tapped his fingers against the mosaic table, a teacup of coffee sitting in front of him. The coffee, once having steam waft from its surface, now lays lukewarm. Though, since we're currently in 'aytch-ee-double hockey sticks, it's still relatively warm.

Tump—tump-timp-tump—

Lucifer was stuck waiting for someone at this shabby-looking coffee shop. Though, others would say that it's just completely dilapidated instead. Lucifer didn't mind waiting, in fact the two of you never established a set time for your weekly coffee meet-up, but recently you've been arriving much later than the usual time you arrive.

Yes, the person that Lucifer, the King of all Hell, was waiting for was, in fact, you! Look at you, being all friendly with the scariest person in all of existence!

Lucifer checked his watch, it was approaching a full hour past your usual show up time. Actually, Lucifer realized, you've been showing up much later every week. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Maybe something's been preventing you from showing up? Or maybe you're just scatterbrained? From how the two of you interacted he didn't think you're much of an absent-minded person.

"Oh, goodness!" A heavenly voice interjected Lucifer's thoughts, "I was sure that you would've left already!"

A light giggle escaped the lips of his expected friend who quickly sat down at the patterned table, hanging your comically large hat on the back of your chair, straightening your cute bunny ears that rest atop your head before turing towards Lucifer.

"Thanks so much for waiting, your Majesty!" You smiled at Lucifer wholeheartedly, putting a hand over your heart.

Lucifer coughed into his fist, hiding the fact that his face had become slightly flushed, "It's quite alright. I'm sure that you had an important matter to attend to."

"Yes…" You replied, trailing off. Lucifer found it odd. It wasn't quite like you to give a non-answer like that, but he also only sees you once a week and it's barely been a year since he's met you, so he brushes it off.

You flag down one of the wait staff and order your usual coffee. Lucifer chuckles as the waitress jokes about your usual coffee being mostly sugar with a splash of coffee, which causes a denying exclamation to erupt from your cute voice.

"Augh! It's not like that, Tiff! You know that the coffee down here is practically charcoal!" The waitress gives a knowing smirk to you before walking off with the order. You turn back to Lucifer, eyes glazed over with tears. You were a bit too easy to tease. "You don't think the same, do you?"

"I dunno," Lucifer ragged, "I think you just like to have some coffee with your sugar."

"Whaat? Not you too, your Majesty!"

Lucifer laughed at your reaction but a pang went through him as you addressed him formally. Yes, that was the appropraite way to speak to him, but he didn't want you to use a stuffy title. He would rather you call him by his actual name. Besides, the two of you already act familiar, why is the title even needed?

"I told you to call me by my name," Lucifer said, remnants of his laughter still in his voice.

"But I can't do that, your Majesty!" You protested, standing up from your seat. "That would be improper!"

"What we're doing is already improper, so what other reason d'ya got?"

"I um…" You voiced, trying to think of anything as an answer. You, ultimately, could not. "I… Okay… Lu… Lucifer."

"See? Isn't it much easier to just call me by my name?" Lucifer teased, causing a blush to form on your face.

"Oh, shush it, you!" You snapped back, face turning fully red from embarassment at this point. Lucifer laughed at the look on your face, it reminded him of how the two of you met a year ago.

"C'mon! It's not as bad as when you spilled coffee on my white suit." The mention of how you two met made your face glow even redder.

"Wha—!?" You reacted, causing the smile on Lucifer's face to widen more. He loved your reactions. "I told you I was sorry! And that I would pay for it!"

"And don't you remember how expensive it actually was?" Lucifer put his elbow on the table and leaned his head against his hand, crossing his legs.

"I—!" You stammered, making squeaking sounds as you tried to formulate the words. "… Yes…"

"That's why…" Lucifer goaded you on, his smile plastered across his face like a sparkling trophy. You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms in defeat.

"That's why I'm taking you out for coffee instead," you relented. Lucifer snickered at your tone. It was as if you had just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

Thankfully, the waitress came by with your coffee, asking you to enjoy your sugar with your coffee. This made you groan in disbelief and throw your hands up in the air.

"I said it's not like that!" The remark made Lucifer crack, laughing wholeheartledly. "ShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhUSH!" You squeak in response to Lucifer's laughing before grabbing the steaming hot cup and putting it to your lips and taking a sip before immediately recoiling in pain, sticking your tongue out. This made Lucifer start to laugh even more.

"You do that every time!" Lucifer manages to get out as he wipes tears from his eyes. "What makes you think you wouldn't immediately burn your tongue after just recieving your drink?" He asks genuinely between bouts of laughter from you waving your hand at your poor burnt tongue.

"It's the best way to drink it," you say. "That's when the taste is the most flavorful."

"I don't think you can even taste it at this point," Lucifer jests. "I'm pretty sure you have a cat's tongue from how sensitive you are to heat."

"I am NOT a cat, I'm a rabbit!" You retort, slapping your hand on the table, causing the cups and their respective spoons inside of them to clatter. "Is it not obvious? I have rabbit ears right here!"

Lucifer puts his fits in front of his mouth to try and stop himself from laughing at your taking the saying seriously.

"… Maybe I'm part cat?" You ask yourself, pulling a small mirror out of your shoulder sling bag and sticking out your tongue, trying to see if your tongue has any similarities to a cat's.

Neddless to say, that putting his fist in front of his mouth was not working and Lucifer ended up cracking again.

"What? What was it I said?" You asked Lucifer seriously, setting the mirror down on the table. It took Lucifer a good minute before he could answer properly.

"It's… Ahem It's just a saying. Having a cat's tongue just means that you're more sensitive to heat than other people."

"Oh…" you realize, your whole face turning a bright shade a pink. Why did it go over your head so easily? It was such a common phrase! You picked up your cup of coffee, hiding part of your face and looking away as Lucifer snorted at your reaction.

This was how your meetings usually went nowadays. With Lucifer and the waitress making fun of your oddities and you defending yourself. Of course, it was all in good fun, you knew that, but sometimes you just wanted to hide away in embarrassment. It wasn't exactly your fault that you didn't know these common things.

After a few moments you set your cup back down onto the table, looking out into the street with a melancholic smile. It was like you were seeing far off in the distance, a past that Lucifer couldn't see nor understand. The sudden shift in your mood made Lucifer's smile drop in concern for a moment before picking it back up with a teasing grin.

"What's got your tongue caught, bunny-rabbit?" Lucifer teased. You turned back to face him but your eyes never met his face, staying pointed downwards, this time at the coffee in your cup.

"Oh, I was just thinking about all of our meetings. I'd hate to miss one." You giggled before continuing: "In fact, I was pretty close to missing today's meeting entirely."

"Oh? What happened?"

"Oh, just the usual things that sinners do to cause a ruckus: killing sprees, general robberies, and the like. I just got caught up in one is all," you smiled to Lucifer a reassuring smile. Something about it make him worry though. Yes, it was often that sinners caused mayhem frequently, but you were a powerful sinner. Powerful enough for other sinners to stay off of your back. For something like a "general robbery" to keep you up meant that there was something that you weren't letting on.

But, Lucifer wasn't going to pry into something you didn't want to tell. It wasn't his place to.

"Well… Just be careful in the future," Lucifer stated, his worried look quickly turining into a teasing tone: "After all, you still have to pay for at least two more years' worth of coffee dates before my fancy tuxedo has been paid off~"

You spat your coffee out of your mouth and onto the road, causing dribbles of the hot drink to spill down your face and onto your clothes, looking at Lucifer with a very surprised expression.

"Duh… DATES??" You blurted out, loudly, causing Lucifer to be taken aback.

"Wh.. What, did I say 'dates'? Woah-ho-ho-ho! No-no! That— uh— What I mean, um… What I… TOTALLY meant to say— is 'meetups'! Yeah, coffee meetups! That's totally what I meant!" Lucifer babbled, your gaze transfixed on his stuttering form. "Why did I say "dates"? Ha ha.. That's totally NOT what this is! Totally not a date!"

Lucifer pulled at his collar, coughing from the spit getting caught in his throat from the sudden nervousness and babbling. A moment passed between the two of you as you cleaned up the spilled coffee from your mouth and clothes with napkins and Lucifer taking a sip from his cold coffee before he addended: "… Right?"

"… Right," you responded plainly, "This isn't… a date."

Was that disappointment that Lucifer heard? That had to be sarcasm. Maybe you were playing a joke on him? You had to be. Lucifer laughed, thinking that was certainly what you were trying to get at, trying to poke fun at him like he does to you at every one of these coffee dates.

No, stop it, it's not a date, Lucifer thought.

It wasn't a great silence that befell the two of you. You, silently drinking your coffee, and Lucifer tracing the rim of his cup with his gloved finger. Why did he have to flub so hard? It was the stupidest thing he's ever done.

You suddenly set you cup down, realization dawning your face before getting out of your seat and grabbing your hat from the back of the chair. Lucifer's face turned to one of confusion, just watching you suddenly rush to grab your stuff.

"I'm so sorry, your majest— I mean, Lucifer," you said as you put your large hat back on, "but I just realized that I have an important matter regarding my business that I need to tend to. I hope you understand!"

Lucifer's gaze looked down at the table, confused. His face quickly changed back into his usual smile, but his voice didn't match his expression: "Right, yeah. You take care of what you need to. I'll see you next week."

Lucifer sat at the table, staring at his coffee cup that is definitely ice cold now. Well, you most likely hated his guts now after that catastrophe. Why did he call it a date? None of these were dates. That stupid slip up was gonna cost him his only normal friendship and now you were gonna look at him weirdly and things were just gonna be super awkward.

The demon waitress, Tiff, Lucifer recalled you calling her, came by with a tray and picked up the cups left on the table. The waitress sighed after taking a look at Lucifer's face, rolling her eyes.

"You look like a drowned puppy, your Majesty," Tiff stated.

"Wh-what? No!" Lucifer cleared his throat before continuing: "… You really think so?"

"It's all over your face." Tiff left to go back into the café before Lucifer could say anything else in response, leaving him a stuttering mess. He had the look of a drowned puppy all over his face? Was he that pathetic looking?

Lucifer got up himself and made his way down the street back towards his palace home before any other sinner could point and laugh at the King of Hell. He was not a drowned puppy!

To be continued...

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midnight1nk · 3 months ago

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So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

...sighs

looks like i owe my sibling 10 dollars ← betting that the sonic 3 episode would come out

(the following is my live reaction:)

so Costco, eh? and with Meggy, Melony, Mario, and Bob? This will be interesting

as always, you gotta have your conveniently placed "World's Biggest Meat Grinder" there ofc 😌↕️

Bob... PLEASE REPHRASE wtf dude

not in this economy, no (not even eggs are worth it)

new bed? wait what happened to the...oh

"you're not my friends anymore" [*gets war flashbacks*] oh god, there was Mr Puzzles, then Tari, and now Melony got this line

"Ink, they reused old audio before" and yet the pattern is there. Puzzles and Tari feared that they were gonna lose the people they held dear. And if Melony had this as a nightmare, the same can be said. As to why, hmmmm *game theory theme starts playing*

uh anyway here's Melony being cute :)

fun fact for the day: NEVER LEAVE MARIO AND BOB UNSUPERVISED

can we get them in those kid backpacks with leashes?

Meggy, what are you talking about? We HAVE to get the racecar bed!!

also Meggy don't say that word, the fandom's already going insane over the steam and flareglow mystery as it is ← says a theorist who has already gone crazy

y'know I should've suspected a racecar bed to be an actual car (I was close tho)

never thought we would get this Mario and Bob dynamic again and y'know what? I'm all for it! It's a nice different flavor of chaos I could get used to

It IS important, it's to see the mattress's durability and stiffness bc back pain is just awful (there goes your spine). plus, we aren't getting one that was found by the dumpster

can we get a pillow fight in an episode? SLEEPOVER EPISODE?

things would've been worse if we were in IKEA, Meggy

oh... we got Leggy again...

well, a new thing is that she can change at will. BUT I think it kinda defeats the purpose of Leggy "off to a better place" back at WOTFI 2024. I think it could've been done better at a different episode when her past trauma overwhelms her and turns into Leggy, even more if Mr Puzzles escapes and finds her. I know for a fact that no one has gotten therapy and Meggy did say in the New Year's Special that those were traumatic memories.

Basically what I'm saying is: Meggy thinks her trauma (as well as everyone else's) is past them bc Mr Puzzles is in solitary confinement when it's really not, and THAT will eventually reach a certain limit ← this could've been executed better if Leggy wasn't in this episode and let Puzzles marinate some more, hopefully that makes sense

also Leggy's screams kinda give me sensory issues but that's me thing ANYWAY BACK TO THE EPISODE

ofc if you find the perfect bed, you're already dead asleep :)

THERE'S THAT LINE AGAIN, I'm telling you it's foreshadowing

AND AGAIN AUGH

love the Danny Phantom theme add-in

...WAIT NONONO YOU CAN'T JUST LET IT PASS BY WITHOUT ME NOTICING THE SAME BED USED IN WESTERN SPAGHETTI

"...Ink" Just let me me have my moment of exaggeration, I'll come back to sanity in a second

hey, i'm just living proof that a theorist brain can go haywire at the smallest things

"I work everywhere" Shroomy 🤝 Karen

FLASHBACK TIME YESSSS

...oh....can we talk about this for a second?

The fact that Melony's past has been recontextualized again and again, it somehow makes sense. Well, kinda.

All of Melony's memories are through HER point of view. We can take the conversation between her mom and dad as true but we might not know how far this problem is.

Hear me out: in the role of a child, you would view your parents as friends (depending on how much you see them caring for one another) since the concept of romantic relationships/marriage is a bit more complex to know at that age. It's why Melony interprets her mom leaving them as the friendship ending between them, "you aren't my friend anymore". Again, Melony was pretty young when it happened but it truly stuck with her, and this mentality of "friendship ending = losing them forever" as she had it with Axol Jr. in that nightmare (the closest thing to Axol when she lost him) and then to her friends.

Now, I'm not sure if I should include the memory trip from Revelations (bc of her not remembering having a family at all) but regardless, I think Melony blames herself for her parents separating in the first place. It's normal for children in a scenario like this to believe they are the cause. As said in Revelations, Melony thought she was a "bad daughter". And in the nightmares she had, SHE believes to the cause of losing those friendships as well.

There is still that gap of time between her growing up to when she debuted on the show so the question is: did she leave her dad behind bc of the past guilt she had? And perhaps had even more guilt afterward to leave her dad by himself after everything?

The image of a perfect family in Revelations and her being the "bad daughter that has forgotten about her family", it's pretty sad to think about, and no doubt I feel bad for her :(

EVERYONE NEEDS THERAPY STAT

Mario being the voice of reason, we love to see it

guys, it's not a baby smh /silly

oh good Melony's okay... right?

and the episode ends, we got a bed at least :D y'know, it's just another Saturday

Congrats to alex-dolmatescu2-0 (here on Tumblr) for your art being featured at the end credits! 🎉

we're just not going to think about the implications as to why the Team decided to pick it for this episode, still great fanart tho :)

also this,

i think it was an editing mistake lol (...or IS IT? jkjk)

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Well, chat, this is a good episode. I wouldn't say that it was a life-changing, plot-driven episode but it was okay.

Ofc I did love the Mario and Bob dynamic and some depth on Melony. There were definitely things, like the Leggy part, that could've been executed better/be placed in a better episode.

The year has started so I don't expect much to be absolutely perfect from the Team, they're trying. I still enjoyed it, don't get me wrong.

Then there's stuff whacking at my theorist brain but we don't need to talk about that.

And apparently, we got a new member on the Team, Max Sturz (also known as WizardzWiz)!

They're the writer and storyboard artist for the SMG4 show so hello, welcome! Very excited to see what they're gonna be working on in the future!

(so for future reference, I'm gonna call them Wiz)

That's all from me. I'm just gonna be in my little tent until SOMEBODY responds to the steam + flareglow mystery. Remember: numbers always go first, and I'll see you guys on the next one!

#smg4 #smg4 spoilers #smg4 mario #smg4 meggy #smg4 melony #smg4 bob #ink reviews

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eydi-andrius · 1 year ago

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Corporate Hell (Vox X Reader)

Synopsis: You met your old boss in hell.

Warnings: 🚨 18+ 🚨 If you're a minor, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! Non-Con, drugs, cursing, implied murder, nudity, mentions of polyamory relationship, uploaded right after I finished writing, and probably more.

a/n: Vox has been on my mind lately. This is probably not good but I have to get him off my mind. The brainrot I had for this capitalist, sadistic, bottom, sub, bi, television set augh!

💼

When you woke up and realized you're in hell, you kind of accepted it right away.

Yes, in your past life, you were just working for someone and it wasn't really your fault the exploitation of the workers happened.

However, being a bystander and complacent to his demands without doing anything is a different side of the same coin kind of evil.

You did try, you know.

To change your fate.

Do the most illegal shit to survive.

It was fun..

At first….

Until it wasn't.

Maybe being in the corporate for years, fucked you up so much that at this moment you wished you’re just working a normal office job.

You thought that it was better than being on the street 24/7. Barely sleeping because you're afraid to wake up surrounded by actual evil denizens, or else, dead again.

So with that decision in mind, you applied as an assistant in VoxTex Enterprises since this work was closer and almost the same as your old job.

A good coincidence if you’ve asked.

Weird. But a good coincidence is a good one, so even if it was kind of sus, you shrugged it off and applied.

You’re not even fully out of the building, when someone comes out rushing, and calling your name, yelling you're hired.

You were delighted and thanked him profusely, but then, you swear you’ve heard someone yelling from the top floor and fell to death just now.

Well, just like you always do, you shrugged it off.

It was a normal day in hell, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

With that in mind, you hoppingly went home.

Finally! A job you're comfortable doing.

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On your first day, you met Papermint, the big boss’s secretary.

You were confused at first because you thought you applied for a simple assistant job. Not wanting the same mistake you did when you were still alive. Working as a secretary of a tyrant and exploiter businessman.

Yet, like always, you shrugged it off, since your work is merely the president’s secretary assistant, so it's not that bad.

And if you're lucky, and the owner is a prick, you won't see him often.

Most rich people look down on the poor, anyway.

So silently you prayed that he was the same type, who only wants to meet his secretary and no one else.

💼

There are moments in your life wherein you wish the floor opens up and swallows you whole.

At the moment, you wished that a miracle happened and the floor did just that.

It seems like your luck must have run out since you came from hell because right now, in front of you, was your old boss, who died from a freak accident when a jumbotron fell on him while he was hosting an event.

Fuck.

His look may have been different but the vibe and aura was still the same old him. Sporting an LED screen as a head this time, but still wearing the same pattern of tux and same exploiter grin he had when he was still alive.

“Don't you think it must have been fate? Imagine that there's a lot of rings in hell you can be thrown into but somehow you fell in the same place I was put in.” He grinned, elbows placed atop of his table, hands intertwined together, as his head rested above it.

He looks happy, glad even, that he was able to meet someone he knows. His old secretary nonetheless. How lucky an old boss could be.

The urge to punch him straight on his screened face was strong but you were able to put up that “always professional” smile.

“A good coincidence, I may say.” You agreed, although, in gritted teeth.

It was obvious that he sensed your dissatisfaction in your situation and you watched him guffaw at your probably constipated look.

Papermint looked between you and Vox, but mostly at you, confused and kind of scared. And you don't blame him.

You made a mental note to clear up the misunderstanding and to assure him that you don't plan on taking away his job later. He can marry his position and you care less about it.

You just needed a safe job.

Now, you realized why the offer seems too good to be true. A free apartment, a good bonus, even better than what you have when you're alive.

For the first time in your life, you prayed, but it was filled with curses so you're not sure if heaven approved of it.

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You were convinced that Vox made sure to make Papermint so busy that he had no choice but to force you to stand in for him.

The way he looks so dissatisfied whenever his secretary came back done and perfected whatever he asked. He was so mad that he ordered the poor secretary to monitor a new technology that wasn't even thought about yet. Announcing it live on television even. You swore you heard him crying before the door from his office was closed.

The event he wants you to attend with him is Val’s new bar opening. This guy knows you don't drink. He must have had something in mind to force you to come in with him.

At this point, you’re already aware of his relationship with Valentino and Velvette. They're in polyamory relationships, in both personal and in business.

You just rolled your eyes at it. Knowing him in real life, you're not that surprised. The only reason why he was stopping himself to do it in the mortal realm was his fear of ruining his image. Being gay and in a relationship with more than one partner was frowned upon, no matter how powerful you were. So him living his dream here in hell, is probably a dream come true.

Standing in the corner, you looked around and watched the bunch of people doing the most heinous and lustful act that will get you canceled. If you can gouge your eyes out and put holy water on it, you would have done it. Just to clean them and at least, keep the little innocence you still have.

As if sensing eyes boring on you, you looked for it and on your right, you stared at Vox and Valentino, who were both staring at you. Val was whispering something in Vox’s ear. A mischievous grin was plastered on his face, and your boss nodded in whatever that was. Val then picked up a glass of, probably alcohol with pink hue and glittery swirls, and handed it to Vox.

Vox, whose eyes were already on you, nodded, a silent order for you to come closer.

With a deep sigh, you trudged your way towards him. If you have a choice, you’ll be out of this place. This wasn't your scene and you thought, Vox feels the same too. Yes, he drinks often but you were sure that he barely visits bars, unless Val was there, or he misses Val’s touch.

You stepped back when Vox handed you the glass, with the weird looking alcohol inside. You grimaced at it, now that it was closer for you to see, it looks so suspicious.

“I’m sorry, I don't drink.” Gulping, you denied the offer. You said to yourself that you’ll deal with the consequences of your denial after.

Sensing Vox moving closer to you, you flinched and closed your eyes, waiting for a slap or a punch from denying him. However, instead, you felt his hot breath on your ear as he whispered, the smell of bourbon and his perfume mixed with the sickly sweet smell in the air.

“I know you don't but Val wants you too. I don't want to handle one of his tantrums right now. I had a long day, so please, just drink this. Just a glass to keep him satisfied. He doesn't like seeing someone sober in his bar. A bad reputation for him.” He begged, although on gritted teeth.

Unsure, you looked behind him, and even when his eyes were covered by sunglasses, you squeaked in the mixture of surprise and fear when you caught Val looking at you. He is expecting you to drink whatever he gave Vox and he obviously is not expecting you to say no.

Damn...for once..you kind of agree with Vox. No one wants to deal with Val’s tantrums. It was way worse than Vox’s and Velvette. At least those two were reasonable. Val is just evil. Period.

With no choice left, you pick up the glass out of Vox’s hand, raise it for Val to see and mouthed congratulations, before drinking it straight up, no stopping.

Whatever that drink was, it was weird. It has no taste but it feels awfully cold as it goes down your throat, then, once it settles down in your stomach, it turns warm, almost bothersome. Slowly, you felt something slithering in your veins. It was so subtle, but for someone who's already tuned in to whatever was in their body, you felt the way it moved.

Valentino’s grin only widens, before he turns his attention back to the harem he has on his shoulders and lap. Completely ignoring your descent to madness in whatever you drank just now.

Feeling unwell, you excused yourself and rushed to the nearby restroom.

When you got in there, the line was so long, some girls and ladies were even standing in line. And you felt bad asking to use the room first, you’d rather vomit and ruin on the marble floor.

Your mind is already on haywire, scared that you’ll do something you will regret when you realize that you have in your purse Vox’s VIP room’s keycard in this bar. He wouldn't mind if you use his restroom for a bit right?

With no choice left, and with dwindling dignity about your situation, you rushed over to where his room was. You don't even remember how you got in there, but you collapsed on the tiled floor, and vomited everything you had that day.

Face covering the whole toilet seat, you clutched the rim for support.

It was odd.

No matter how much you puke, it seems like the heat coursing inside you worsens. In fact, when you vomited, the heat in your stomach tightened its hold on you.

It feels like whatever you digested was heightened when removed from someone’s system.

You were sweating. Eyes unfocused as you drink the water from the faucet. Not caring if it was clean or whatever. You just want the heat inside you gone. It is uncomfortable, borderline painful.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror and seeing your disheveled appearance, you concluded that Valentino drugged you.

That piece of shit!

You screamed bloody murder as you released the frustration. Normally, you can handle it, and forget it right after work, but with your situation, you could barely think.

You wanted to hurt someone. Punch somebody. Bite a person’s limb. God! Whatever you could do to feel better.

Removing your pumps from your feet, unbuttoning your shirt, zipping out your skirt and throwing them all on the side. You sighed a bit in relief when you’re all in your underwear. The heavy feeling of your corporate attire removed from your being.

Looking around, you find the room’s shower, and it was one of those rich people showers, where the water comes from all sides. Thinking it would be a good idea to get rid of this heat permanently by having a cold shower, you stepped in, removed your remaining clothing, and completely forgot that this wasn't your room.

You sighed with relief when the cold water cascaded all over your body. It was so welcoming and it helps with clearing up the fog in your mind that came from whatever drug Val put in your drink.

You thought the hell was already over until you felt warmth pooling in your core. Your middle vibrates with want and need.

Of course. He will not drug you with just any normal drugs. With his history, using a love drug is probably common. You screamed in annoyance and thanked the cascading water for drowning the sound of your pain. The more you try to not focus on the feeling, the more it tugs in your middle, and you want nothing but to end it.

You already weighed your option. It is most unlikely that Vox will stay here tonight. He seems busy with his networking with some rich folks and you probably don't need a lot of time to get off. Just a bit of time to release the knot and feel better.

You slowly put your hand on your center, and shuddered at the feel of your fingers when it brushed your clit. It was already engorged and sensitive. Whatever that substance, it was potent and strong. The result was fast and effective.

Using your left arm, you bite your hand, trying to stop your moans, as you slowly play with your folds, circling on your bud, making sure your fingers are wet enough before putting them inside of you. You shuddered when you felt your core, squeezing your fore and middle finger as you slowly pumped it, in and out of you.

You sighed in relief when it reached the part you’re most sensitive and responsive to.

A moaning mess, you closed your eyes from the heavenly feeling, you made sure to pump your fingers faster, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, and barely keeping it in as your legs shake from want and anticipation of your impending orgasm.

It was all fun until you heard a static voice, moaning, and ordering you to move your fingers faster. Calling you a good girl. And almost like a whisper begging you to bend more so he can see you clearer.

You may be horny but whatever that was made you stop, and you immediately whip your head back from the direction of that voice, and from what you’ve seen, all color left your body.

The whole room is transparent. In fact, the walls were made of clear glass. You have sworn that when you entered, it didn't look this way.

Panic sinked in, you instantly cover your boobs, using both of your arms. Leaving your core, free, and all for him to see.

You heard him tsk in annoyance. He grunted in disapproval and removed his hand from stroking his dick. He is naked, all of his clothes were thrown to the side. He was sitting on his bed, and a remote was near his hand.

You concluded that whatever happened to you must have been a set up.

“You monster!” You yelled and accused him, you tried to step back and move away from his eyes, but you just watched him follow your movement and smile whenever your boobs jiggle when you move.

What a fucking pervert!

“You set me up!” You tried to look around but there is no towel in sight to cover yourself. It was as if the place was barren. So you sat down, and you saw how his face turned crestfallen when he was denied a free view of your pussy.

“You fucking psycho! What do you think you're doing to your own employee, you sick fuck!” You continued yelling profanities at him and you just watched him sniff in disapproval, and shake his head.

“I did not. In fact, I didn't know that whatever Val gave you was laced in drugs.” He came clean, raising his hands in surrender.

Although, you don't want to agree with him. Vox is not the type to use drugs as underhanded tactics. He loves his reputation way too much to be doing something so low. It must have been Val.

“He must have been jealous of you.” He admitted after some thought, and you shuddered in fear when you realized how scary being the subject of Val’s ire.

“I am only your secretary’s assistant!”

“Doesn’t matter. Once he sets his eye on you, he will do something about you.” He looked bored as he put his hands on the side, and relaxed a bit. His upright dick wobbled at the slight movement of him, the tip was still red and swollen from not having its release.

You didn't realize that your eyes were glued on it, until you heard Vox chuckling in amusement, and your eyes instantly went back up to his.

“What exactly did I do to get his attention?” You asked, confused and scared.

“I’m not sure. He isn't the pickiest demon I know, you know.” He replied with a purr. You don't even have to look down to see that his hand already went back on stroking his dick. Your blatant stare turned him on again.

“Come on, sweetheart! Let me help you out.” The moment he stood up, even though you're sitting on the tiled floor, you did your best to move back away, without losing sight of him.

He is grinning. And you know well enough that he enjoys whatever it was you're doing to keep him away from you.

The moment he was in front of the glass door of the shower, you stood up and boxed up. You don't care anymore if your boobs are hanging out. Your swollen folds cold from the air.

No. Actually, it wasn't. The feeling of painful heat was back again, and your core involuntarily squeezed nothing from anticipation.

Seeing the naked Vox in front of you, the feeling worsens, as if it is clawing out of you to be released.

“Knowing Val’s moods. He probably gave you something strong.” He explained.

“Let me eat you out.” He followed, looking like he was salivating.

“Are you insane? Did having that LED screen head make you stupid? No! I will not have sex with you.” Trying your best to insult him away, you cursed at him, yelled at him, even spit at his feet. But all his focus was only on you. Like a predator, already locked in on his prey.

You tried to fight it, you really do, but when you felt something dripping down your legs, wetness was visible in your core. You know you already lost.

You didn't even fight back, when Vox stepped forward, and cupped your breasts. His hand is molding in the shape of your mound, as he massages and plays with your nipples. He tugged at it, and he shuddered at the sound of your moan.

He is enjoying it, and you can feel how his manhood is poking on your hips.

“Alright, sweetheart. This is what’s going to happen.” He suddenly let go of your breast, his hand cupped your face and forced you to look up at him. You felt your eyes water, and at this point, the fog in your head is back. Your mind is blank, body working on instinct.

“I will eat you out, fuck whatever drugs was in your system, and you’ll stay quiet about this incident, okay?” Your body seems to be moving on autopilot as you nodded, not really understanding what he said. Realizing that you're already lost in the sedative in your system, Vox cursed at Val for whatever he did tonight.

You let Vox carry you like a princess to the bed, you even circled your hands around his, looking at him like he is the most wonderful thing you ever saw in hell. You stretch the moment your back hits the satin sheet and relinquish the cold feeling of the fabric on your skin.

Not giving you time to move away, Vox set himself between your legs, head already in your core and mouthing your folds like it was his.

Your moan echoed in the room. You shivered at the feel of his mouth, and cried when his tongue finally graced your walls. It was long, and weird. You know he is a demon, but having this tongue on you right now is the evilest thing he ever did in his time in hell.

His grip on your leg tightened, when he felt you shimmying away from his face. You felt the familiar tug in you and cried out when your orgasm hit you like whiplash. You felt how his moan vibrated in your insides and rode his face until the feeling of your end made you feel like a jell-o.

It was only a brief moment of relief, you closed your eyes, still high from your orgasm, when you felt him crawling above you, and kissed your cheeks with affection, you thought he was incapable of.

Opening your eyes, you gave him a toothy grin, and put your arms around his neck.

You felt him cupping your core for a moment, and holding his dick in front of your entrance, before dipping in and your back was raised from euphoria.

He was relentless as he moved. It was primal, as if, for someone who could have sex with anyone, he seems like he doesn't know what he is doing and only moves by pure instinct.

You were too out of it, when you placed your hand on his cheek, and kissed his lips softly. He was staring at the way he hides inside of you. How he fits perfectly. Fascinated on how you accepted him right away for someone who was so adamant on saying no.

“Don't neglect me.” You begged, with a pout. As you pulled his face to come look at you.

His assault stopped for a moment. He was just staring at you, eyes wide, and mouth agape. Until, something flashed on those pupils and he moved his face closer to you.

“I do not care if it was only the drugs talking but after this, don't expect that you’ll be back on your normal life in hell. You are now mine. Everything about you is mine. Mine to protect, mine to take care of, and mine to destroy. No matter how much you begged for me to leave you alone, I won't do that. You already sold yourself to me. And this may be the reason why out of all the people I know of it was you who found me again.” His eyes were intense and voiced laced with dark promise.

“Alright. I am yours, Vox.” Not really understanding what he said, you responded.

That night, everything was a blur. You don't remember how many times he bent you over, how much you soiled the sheets, or how many times you marked each other like there is no tomorrow.

It was wild, uncaring and fast. You’re probably going to regret it the moment you’re back to yourself and realize the damage you have done.

But tonight, you cannot deny that you enjoyed the attention. His attention.

#eydi andrius #fic: corporate hell #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #hazbin hotel fic #vox x reader #vox x y/n #vox x you #hazbin hotel

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schmooplesthesecond · 1 month ago

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WIP Wednesday Whenever

oh BOY thank you for the tag @ex-textura i have a couple wips i havent shared on tumblr yet but i thiiiink i'm gonna share my first attempted at writing intimacy in nearly a decade augh. i wanna try finishing it soon but my brain has been SOOP

The weeks following Elgar'nan's defeat were consumed with rebuilding efforts for Minrathous and a near constant stream of calls for aid in the areas around. It had been exhausting but worthwhile, and finally the city was in a stable enough position for their group to separate. There was a bittersweet finality to it, but the prospect of returning home to the Necropolis was something Herja had been yearning for. Following a truly ridiculous round of Wicked Grace—who knew Bellara was so good at cards?—Herja and Emmrich had retired to the room provided to them by the new archon. It was the first time they'd been able to just enjoy eachother's company without exhaustion clouding it. Instead of collapsing right into bed as they had been doing, they went out onto the balcony to look at the stars at her insistence, settling in on chaise lounge. As they sat there staring at the sky, Herja sighed contently, truly feeling the responsibilities of leadership ebbing away. She was ready to shed the title of Rook, a return to normalcy, where every day there wasn't a pang of dread when she awoke wondering if it would be her last, the weight of the world bearing down on her and her friends. "It's nice to look at the stars again without worrying, you know?" "Of course, dearest, it feels as though a haze has been lifted it for all of Thedas at once. It is a rare and beautiful thing to witness." Emmrich replied, as his eyes darted across the twinkling starlit sky, trying to find familiar patterns amongst them. "Yeah… it reminds me of after the Southern tear in the Veil closed?" Herja began, leaning against him now as she reminisced, his attentions now drawn to her. "I was in Nevarra City, trying to ignore the tear as usual, but then there was this sense of joy that just overtook the whole market. I finally looked to see what was going on, and could see the stars for the first time in weeks without the green bits of Fade in the sky." Herja paused, her eyes downcast as she smiled wistfully, "I cried. I didn't realize how much I missed it." "Sometimes it takes nearly losing something so precious to appreciate it all the more." He said, looking at her with heart rending sincerity and adoration that made her breath hitch still. He reached over, gently running his fingers through her hair, his fingertips just barely tracing down her jawline before drawing her in, Herja melted into the touch of his lips against hers. It had been nearly impossible to find time to themselves to think let alone be intimate. Herja drank in every movement and caress as their hands explored each others bodies blindly, parting only for a moment to catch their breaths. Her eyes flitted down to Emmrich's lips, parted ever so slightly, inviting, and leaned in to resume her explorations before he pulled away, ducking down to kiss the crook of her neck, the area still so sensitive to his touch. She stifled a giggle, just barely, as he slowly made his way down past her clavicle, stopping at her shirt collar before pulling away to unfasten the first button of her shirt. Then the second, and third. "What are your favorite constellations?" He asked casually, a restrained grin just barely making itself known. Herja blinked, confused by him acting like he wasn't three buttons down on her shirt, her breasts barely covered. "Why are you asking now?" Emmrich didn't answer verbally, instead giving her an expectant look as he playfully teased with the last button on her shirt, suddenly unable to continue. "Well? Which ones, darling?" "Hmm… Tenebrium, to start, I guess." Herja replied, brow quirked quizzically as Emmrich finally undid the last button and she shifted the fabric off of her shoulders exposing them to humid night air, and without missing a beat her bra joined it. There still remained a shred of self consciousness that plagued her when it came to being so exposed in front of another, but as Emmrich looked at her with such awe and reverence those anxieties were quieted.

for tags~ @dezmondmyles @mistfalls and anyone else who wants to :)

#linny writes #emmrook #oc: herja ingellvar #emmrich volkarin #tagging game #wip whenever #im laughing cause i was gonna write smut but HONESTLY??? i think imma fade to black on this one #i need to ease in #i used to write smut all the time but ugh i need to practiceeeeeee #but i really love this prompt so EH

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fruit-sauce · 2 years ago

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Thinking about that conversation between q!Bagi and q!BBH, the whole "I've been here for six months, you don't get me" part. (get ready for the ramble)

That's probably that most clearcut line that could've been said, because it's so true on both ends! Bagi just got here, she's upcoming one month. She's seeing everything with a fresh pair of eyes, she's interacting with people who, unbeknownst to her, are acting out of character.

For example, BBH! He, quoting him, was the island babysitter for the eggs, he was constantly grinding materials, weapons, armor, and full gift backpacks for the eggs and even other players. The way he's acting now, placing mines, going against others, being suspected of kidnapping a federation worker- that would've been insane to hear of a month ago, but because she's so new, that's just how BBH is in her eyes! He's suspicious and only sometimes trustworthy, because that's all she knows! She wants to help him but she doesn't know what direction to push him towards, she doesn't know what "the old BBH" is.

And then for BBH, he's been here since day one. He's raised Dapper, by himself and only could rely on himself since the beginning! He knows what the code and the federation and even all the other islanders are capable of, he's built such complex and strong relationships with every egg, to the point where he blames himself for their deaths and why they haven't come home yet... and that's something Bagi doesn't have.

Bagi has her own, personal reasons (that i don't fully know, i don't watch her streams but i do love reading large walls of text about her lore lmao) for putting together the pieces. She's doing fantastic at that btw! She knows nearly nothing about BBH and is somehow figuring things out about him that no one, not even us ghosties, have figured out, his age? We didn't know he was "give or take a couple millennia" years old! Standing ovation for Bagi, she's so smart and she's finding out such new, mind breaking things, again, she hasn't even been here for a month yet!

BBH has been basically at the front lines since day one, he helped build the NINHO, he was there during the journey to see Bobby, he's fought against the code again and again, watched his son die right in front of him; seen his friends and family deteriorate and not be able to help- everyday was just another struggle, another battle, for nearly 200 days straight. He's been there, uncovering the horrors and the secrets of the island for nearly 200 day straight.

Stack on top of that his past before the island: he's a demon, the grim reaper! he was summoned on an island, probably Atlantis, and destroyed it; he fought in a war along side Cellbit; he's lived for millennia, according to him, making friends and families, only to watch them all die; he got stuck in a time loop with the only person who can live as long as he does, the same person who, for the first time, isn't by his side; and much more!

Bagi knows that BBH has been here for six months, but whenever things happen to her, its new and interesting and not normal! The older islanders are so used to being gunned down and be on constant edge, and that's not right! Of course she wants to kill Cucurucho, so does everyone else, but she hasn't been here for six months, she doesn't know that you can't just put a cage around it, or hit it enough times, because she wasn't there to see everyone try that! She has new and fresh determination to figure out how to take down Cucurucho that no one else has! And I love that about her! Bagi has such a unique perspective on things that people like Cellbit or Philza or BBH or whoever need! Yes, there are patterns and reptation to things that they know, but Bagi can find things outside the box, connect dots that wouldn't typically be connected...

AUGH BAGI IS SO COOL AND I LOVE HER!!! I can't wait for more events and lore with her, even if its not for her specifically, I just love seeing her there <3

#sorry i am a q!BBH apologist i love bringing up his lore whenever i can #qsmp #badboyhalo #bagi #qsmp dapper

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bcbdrums · 6 months ago

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I just wanna explain this to like the two ppl who might care. When you hear me say "the queue borked" what happened is, somewhere along the line I accidentally hit the "shuffle queue" button.... And then after getting a lot of it fixed, I accidentally hit the button again. 😭

"Fixed? What do you mean, fixed, bcb?" Well.... I'm extremely picky about when certain things come out of my queue. For example, my KP posts are always at 6:30pm EST. I don't want them showing up in random order.

Before the accidental pressing of the shuffle button, I was also extremely specific about....fandom posts not appearing back to back. It was always fandom, random, fandom, random... I'm just one of those extremely picky people about my blog. And I have approximately 500 things in my queue right now.

So yeah I had gone through, re-ordered posts by using the schedule feature, and then....somehow accidentally hit the shuffle button again. So I've given up on the fandom/random pattern because it was just too painful but I DO still try to never just do....random/random/random. I'm okay with fandom/random/random or random/fandom/random or..... Okay you're getting the idea, right? But the KP post always last in the four queued posts... And when I see something wrong in the fourth slot I pull it and sometimes I can't find a KP post in all the randomness I have queued...

I don't know what kind of executive dysfunction this is that I have about my queue but. AUGH. Sorry sorry sorry sorry.... I know probably no one cares but I felt like explaining all this. Please don't tell me not to care. It's my blog. If I wanna suffer for it, that's my issue.

#kim possible #rambling about nothing

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chibishortdeath · 11 days ago

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Tumblr mobile’s image limit is so annoying. (_ _ )

Anyway— I have Transformers OCs :3!!!!!!!!!

I’m currently in the process of drawing all of them digitally right now so their color schemes are set and it’s been a pretty neat experience. I expected to be really bad at drawing them since I don’t typically draw cars lol—

As per usual I ramble about things so long explanations of the drawings and some character info under a cut d(>< ):

This is Crossroads!!!!!!!!! My boy!!! His alt form is a 1958 Plymouth Fury and pre-war he was a model. Basically the thought process for that was “that’s pretty car that’s not really for racing or anything in specific— besides car shows. What would be the equivalent of car shows on Cybertron—“ lol. Augh I have a ton of lore for all these characters planned already and aaaaaaaaa— but yeah, he’s a nice dude :). During war he’s kind of a tactician since he had a lot of experience with planning and scheduling events. He has history with another OC I have yet to draw because I’m still planning her design named Rivette because she was his manager, but they get separated in the war and she ends up leader of a gestalt that I also have to plan about. Really the only reason why I haven’t drawn her yet is because I need to make her design at the same time as the other combiner members. Anyway, Crossroads!!! :D He ended up a little unintentionally angel coded with that wheel on his head, so I just went with it for the rest of his design lol. I think he came out really cute!!! Though his arm wheels are a little difficult to draw consistently 💀💀💀

This is Allen Wrench! :3 Awhg he’s a sweetie— pre war he was a general repair guy, worked in a larger group that took random odd jobs and stuff. Coincidentally was part of Crossroads’ repair crew for a short amount of time but, they didn’t really meet each other then. Model work is fast paced, you see hundreds of random workers daily and don’t get a chance to remember them 😔. Anyway, when the war hits the two run into each other again and Allen convinces Cross to join the Autobots. They end up basically in the same scouting group and get really close. He’s a 1996 Suzuki Super Carry van in alt form, and I also have his color scheme figured out: it’s giving like Van that’s been repaired a few times but no one bothered to paint the new spots to match? Yeah XD. He’s also had a lot of redesigning done to his chest already in the span of time when I drew this and when I started drawing them digitally to make it look way more like the car he’s based on :).

The minibot of the group: Fork! Silly ass name I’m so glad it wasn’t taken yet hahahsjkl. Actually, so far, all the names I’ve come up with haven’t really been taken— which is cool cause like Transformers has so many characters and it’s stupid hard finding a name 💀💀💀. You gotta go on the wiki and look up words to make sure some other bot doesn’t have it already lol. But yeah! Fork! I think I might give him another minibot (idk the relation to yet) named Spoon just to keep that naming convention hahaha— Fork is a 1977 AMC Gremlin :3. Very cute little car, I saw a lot with really neat swooshing pattern paint jobs which worked really well for the designs on him I’d already drawn. I’m not exactly sure what his pre-war background is going to be yet, I gotta finish writing more of the first two guys since the scenario focuses a bit more on them and their relationship before I can figure out everyone else after that. Also btw Fork is a grown man lol. He’s on the same scouting team with Cross and Allen :)!

Our main antagonist of the scenario I’m writing: Maul. Stupid evil catboy I hate him— he’s so fun to draw X,,,,,D. This guy sucks, he makes everything worse being alive lol. Maul is a Decepticon and he’s particularly formidable. He was denied a place with the Predicons and in much other divisions because he’s way too uncooperative. Typically he’s off on his own just looking for groups to ambush— often times ignores orders and lies to get the blame off of himself. He also has a particular reputation for killing other Decepticons whenever they bore him or if he’d think doing so would be fun, though this cannot confirmed nor denied. Pre-war he was a hitman. In this scenario, Cross, Allen, Fork, and three others (that I need to design and name) were sent to survey the area around Autobot base, something routine and low risk usually, got sent off course, and crashed into a cliff side after Maul got on their craft and sabotaged it. They’re all stuck there with this freaky cat guy all like idk Alien (the film) style for a while until someone is able to send a distress signal and alert Prime of where they’re trapped. Not spoiling anything else until I’ve completed it, but judging how he’s holding some bot’s head here, it doesn’t go very well 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀.

More Maul— he’s fun to draw lol. And also has some energon on him or something.

I’m actually really surprised the name Maul was largely unused for anyone major. Like I think maybe one guy from the comics that dies a couple panels into his introduction might’ve had the name, but I’m gonna count that as unused tbh 💀. Besides, some have had the same name before— after all the names Breakdown and Knockout were reused for some very new characters in Prime and they tend to be the ones people think of first. Yeahg anyway—

Crossroads is saying “Communications are out— I have no connection to Prime— Oh- if only we had a mechanic!” Hmm, something happened there hmmm. He’s also being really cute in the top left corner look at him :3. Waving back at my little guy hehehe \(^^ ).

Maul again and he’s been a creepy threatening guy! He’s probably not this close to anyone in the ship very often, he prefers to go stealthy and take cover in the walls and ceiling and stuff, but he wouldn’t be above threatening someone face to face either. I also didn’t mention his alt form— it’s probably some kind of military drone I think, not sure yet.

Yay! The three guys I have planned currently! Wow they sure are all good companions, what a great team, would be such a shame if something terrible happened to them :3.

Uh oh— Crossroads is yelling “ALLEN!!!” Eeesh that can’t be good—

Okie, the second I have all their digital ref sheets I will post them here too :3!

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shallowseeker · 7 months ago

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At first, Cas is sympathetic to Rowena.

He thinks WOW no wonder she's like THIS:

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Then!

He actually seems to change his mind. He seems in near disbelief that Rowena doesn't love Crowley.

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Cas has sympathy for Crowley's plight now:

Cas's brain begins to say: Maybe I had it backwards. Maybe Rowena is why HE is like THIS

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And later with Rowena...

In the script, Cas invokes the LOVE OF A CHILD. SPECIFICALLY.

He gives her a sympathetic smile, because in this moment, he feels wiser than she. He's BEEN the ambitious company man, the military-minded man, COMPLETELY sundered from his own emotions.

He sees her nihilism with a level of understanding that Rowena probably couldn't even comprehend.

He tries to tell AU Michael something similar in, funnily enough, an episode titled Nihilism:

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And yet!

In the next moment, Cas helps facilitate the sacrifice of "Rowena's child."

AUGH!

From Cas's POV, he's allowing the sacrifice of this man to prevent the losses of boys like the Styne kid, and to prevent Dean from murdering the world, and... it's a delicious bit of hypocrisy. This is Cas's old pattern of the greater good, the angelic soldier doing what he thinks is best in this moment. (Even if internally, like he told Sam, everything in him is screaming, "This is a mistake, Sam!")

And Rowena? Rowena wants her own freedom (from Sam's boot).

And Crowley? Crowley is enticed by revenge. As soon as Cas reveals that Rowena has to kill something she loves (and it's been shown by this point that Crowley already knows about Oskar), he says "I'm in."

And so. Crowley becomes his worst self again, killing innocents and going after Seth the way Lucifer went after humans:

Cas didn't know about "Seth," exactly... even if he knew of Oskar.

Crowley has been sitting on Oskar, waiting for just the right time to inflict on Rowena maximum pain and revenge. And he's so excited to watch her crumble.

He's a little bit like Lucifer at the end of season 13, so lacking in love that he delights in making people who love each other KILL each other.

Rejected by Rowena, Crowley goads her to kill the son she loves. Just like Lucifer, rejected by Jack, goads Jack to kill the father he loves:

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Like Cas's war on Heaven/Raphael in season 6, and like Amara's destructive rampage against Chuck in season 11, most of Crowley's actions in season 10 have more to do with his family than Dean.

It's not as simple as, "I did it, all of it for you," or "all that I've done for you the past six months."

It digs even deeper. Cas becomes God-like to inflict punishment and a firm hand on Heaven, and Crowley becomes Luciferian to exact his revenge on Rowena.

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Anyway, the point is! Cas starts to understand that maybe Crowley is what he is because of his tragic circumstances, and maybe he doesn't blame Crowley anymore.

You know, like how Rose was like SHE was because of her parental wound:

The thing is, that Rose and Crystal are like Dean and Crowley. Dean's unstable home life drove him to desperation, and Crowley led him straight to his own doom, straight to Cain.

And yeah, I've seen Dean compared to Rose before. But also... Crowley is also like Rose... and Crystal.

What Rowena did to Crowley led him into a workhouse. He died drunk in an alleyway, preyed upon by a demon.

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And Sam feels like maybe he owes Dean, that it's his responsibility to help Dean because he benefited so much from Dean's sacrifices. Sam feels like he pushed Dean to the brink, just like this brother feels like he pushed his sister to the brink:

"So you didn't bother to tell the cops that, even when your sister turned up dead?"

"I was sort of the one who brought them out there in the first place."

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There's so much complicated family stuff there!

(Not super coherent, but I had a lot of thoughts, okay?)

I think it definitely has implications for Chuck, too. This theme unites Crowley, Lucifer, and Chuck in a delicious, delicious way:

When Dean doesn't do what Chuck wants him to do, his manner of speaking mirrors how Crowley speaks to the rebellious Demon Dean, saying to Sam: invoking barbs like "crazy" and "stupid:"

While characters like Dean, Mary, and Cas occasionally go berserker and hurt the very things they were trying to protect, it is rarely out of spite.

Godstiel hurt Sam but started the season trying to protect Sam (rescuing him from the cage)!

Demon Dean turns on Sam, when Sam is the thing he's tried all his life to protect.

Mary didn't want to become the Natural Born Killer version herself, NBK!Mary... When she went to the Men of Letters, she wanted to put a stop to evil once and for all, protecting her children and giving them a free future.

Jack isn't like this either. When he learns he "isn't family," that he "isn't loved," he doesn't behave like Lucifer. He's more like Dean, throwing himself into the cause.

ANYWAY. I just think it's interesting.

#spn 10x23 #soldierhood is called male whoredom for a reason #but with dean and crowley and sex trafficking in hell the metaphor sure seems to be draw more specifically #crowley as crystal #the macleod family #the macleod class entanglement #should i add chuck to ambition #to the triad of sam rowena crowley?#now i start to wonder #amara said there WAS no father #but for chuck there was loneliness #like crowley's absence of love #chuck stuff #crowley stuff #rowena stuff #lucifer stuff #or maybe chuck sees a prominent story where he's sacrificed by his father so easily and he HATES he it's the other way around #is out to prove that ALL fathers will sacrifice their sons if he just presses them hard enough #and so

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robinsnest2111 · 30 days ago

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JIMMY PAGE PLAYED IN A BAND WITH JEFF BECK????? (THE GUY WHO MICK MARS IS ALL COOCOO BANANAS ABOUT????)

IT'S ALL CONNECTED!!!!!!!!

also I neeeeeeed to check out more 60s bands, Johnny Kidd & the Pirates for example 🙏

so many cool bands and musicians that influenced the seperate members of Led Zeppelin before they ever really met each other or formed the band

and the footage of the live performances helppppppppp 🙏

can't believe they were all around 20 back when they toured the US for months on end before anyone ever wanted to hear anything from them on their home turf back in England............

also the need to find cute 60s and 70s style blouses (huuuge collars, bishop sleeves, flowery psychedelic patterns, flowy sometimes see-through fabrics, or kinda folky handmade renaissance style) has intensified again, Robert and Jimmy wore them SO WELL augh 🙏

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felice-jaganshi · 6 months ago

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Made With Love

Radioapple

Chapter 2: Jambalaya

~six years later in hell, year 1933~

Lucifer was getting ready for tonight's dinner date with Alastor. Ah, the loveable fool of a human, he still hadn't realized they were dates! Oh how cute his ignorance was.

“Well, tonight we change that! Yes… tonight I'll tell him how much I love him.” He looked at the Polaroid photos they took together. He insisted on one each year on the anniversary of their deal. He loved seeing Alastor age over the years, and he knew they'd make lovely momentos when he became a demon.

“If only I could listen to his radio show… he said he's gotten popular lately. Though, that could make his killings more dangerous… Nah, I made him invisible to the law! He'll have a long, happy life before coming to join me in hell enough time for Charlie to grow up and be old enough to explain all this to.” He looked at a picture of his baby girl and smiled. She was his everything.

And now he had a second “everything” person. He hoped they'd get along. He was sure he could get them to be friends, for sure!

He waited for the usual feeling of being summoned… except the feeling never came. Which was weird. Because out of the six years they've been doing this. He'd never been late even once! Alastor likes his patterns and valued punctuality. He also loved music and dancing, whiskey and wine, and murdering Sinners. Lucifer sighed, Yeah, he really was a perfect Man.

He shook his head, now was not the time for that! Why was he late?! Was he in trouble? Did he need help? He summoned his powers to peek in on him.

Unbeknownst to Alastor, the tie Lucifer had gifted him years ago could be used to spy on him. He closed an eye and took a peek through to see… Nothing? That can't be right…

He tried again, and this time… he couldn't believe what he saw. Blood Red skies.

Alastor was in hell?! But he was supposed to be alive for a few more decades! Oh no, but Charlie was still too young for him to break things off with Lilith! Augh, think Lucifer, think!

He tried to think of a way to explain all this to Alastor, looking at the flowers he'd planned to bring to him today. He then steeled his resolve and ran for the door, only to have Lilith step into his line of sight.

“Lucifer, where are you off to?” Her tone was firm, cold and unloving. Love wasn't an emotion he'd felt from her in years… centuries actually. But they'd kept their bond amicable and friendly.

“Lilith! Hi! Uh, just… going for a stroll?” He was awful at lying to her. She was still his first love, and he still loved her, even if she rejected it these days.

She rolled her eyes, “I take it your new boyfriend failed to call you out for the night? You realize he's even younger than our daughter, yes? By 100 years.”

“Hey! That's not- we're just friends.” He couldn't help his cheeks getting redder though.

She sighed, “Lucifer, I'm not against you dating new people, but you promised to not let another love interfere with your bond with Charlie.”

“And I haven't! I'm still wholly devoted to our baby girl!” He flung his arms out, feeling the need to defend himself against her accusations.

“Oh really? Then where were you last month when she was crying her eyes out over her ex?” She crossed her own arms over her chest, looking down at him as he quickly deflated.

“She Wh- wait. Ex? When did they break up?!”

“The month before last. When you missed family dinner night for dinner with that human who keeps summoning you. She told me they broke up because he tried to pressure her into sleeping with him.”

“He WHAT?! That fucker!” His horns came out and rage overtook him.

“Oh don't even pretend to be a good father now! You weren't there when she needed you, and again! Last month you were gone while she cried and asked if she did the right thing! Can you believe that?! Our daughter was questioning if leaving someone who wanted to take advantage of her was the right choice! And you weren't there to help comfort her. You weren't there to tell her what to look for in a good man, how she was right to leave if he won't respect her boundaries!” Lilith teared up, “You're a far cry from the man I fell in love with, but I expected you to keep your word and care for our daughter if you really loved her.”

“Of course I love her! But I'm not psychic! I can't predict when things are gonna go wrong! And it's not like I can control when I'm summoned! I can't say no when I've made a deal… You know how this shit works.” His own eyes teared up as well. “I do love her Lilith, just like I still love you. I'm sorry I've changed, but a lot has happened over all these years. You've changed too, you know? I've never asked you to go back to how you were, I love you in every form. And I'll never stop loving you, even if I love someone else too. You're so special to me, Lilith…”

She sighed, “Lulu… I feel the same. I do love you, but I'm not in love with you anymore… I want us to stay friends, but I want something new. Someone new. But I want to wait until Charlie is more self-sufficient first. She needs us, Lucifer… and I need you to dedicate yourself to her.”

“Lili… I… okay, I'll do my best…” He sighed and wiped away his tears. Lilith smiled and approached him, hugging him close.

“Thank you, Lulu.”

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Alastor opened his eyes, the pain had finally stopped. Was he dead? The sky was blood red. The moon had a pentagram on it, and there was a second one, it was bright and surrounded by wings…

“That must be heaven… I bet mother is having a wonderful time there…” he smiled at the thought.

Suddenly a face crossed into his line of sight, “Oh dear, are you alright Sweetheart? You must be new.” Her voice was kind, and she offered him a hand.

“Thank you, yes. I take it I'm in hell?” He reached for her hand, only to flinch at the sight of his new claws, “Goodness!” He sat up, and looked himself over, feeling the differences. He the looked at the woman more clearly, a cold sweat falling over his body as a nervous smile took his face. “A-apologies for the outburst I… Hadn't expected to… change so drastically.”

She gave a sympathetic look, “Oh you poor thing. It's alright this happens all the time. If it helps, this form is quite charming.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder and he flinched away, “Ah, I'm not terribly fond of physical contact, miss.”

She pulled her hand away, “The name's Rosie, and I think we're going to be good friends dear. Why don't you come over to my shop? I'll teach you about hell and make you lunch.”

#hazbin hotel #alastor #lucifer morningstar #yandere lucifer #lucifer magne #radioapple

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