#i'm the king of this hill and i'll die on it

[biitchcakes]

❝ Since I met you, my life has become very. . . WEIRD. I've come to accept that. I even kind of LIKE IT sometimes. ❞

( personals DNI . )

[dewwshi]

small compilation of some lod character portraits i've done while reading

[shim-changmin]

i truly don't trust anyone that praises james gunn, i'm sorry to say.

[zerocoded]

summary: your boyfriend's duality sometimes confuses you, other times, tho? you live for it.

authors note: i had to do this because i've been being wrecked by this man since 2021. also, "the manliest man of enhypen" ?????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT SIR. so, yes, i'll die on this hill: masculine men with feminine face traits. KILL ME ALREADY YANG JUNGWON.

banner creds: designenha on x, you carry this fandom on your back, ma'am.

warnings and tags: brat!reader (just a lil) • suggestive content • minors, do not interact • harddom!jungwon • i got too much on the manly thingie and might have mischaracterized my king a little I'M SORRY • DARK CONTENT • jungwon x reader • established relationship • this is not smut! • making out • hair pulling.

word count: 2k.

my kpop masterlist: here.

you knew it the second he closed the door behind him — that click was final, sealed, too quiet in a room like this. the dorm was dim, golden strips of hallway light bleeding through the crack beneath the bedroom door, throwing long shadows across the floor.

jungwon didn’t speak right away. he just stood there, back straight, hand still on the doorknob like he was making a decision in real time. you didn’t breathe. didn’t dare. something about his expression — calm, unreadable, that half-lidded look he gave when he was tired or thinking too much — was different tonight. heavier. like he was holding something in his mouth and hadn’t decided if he was going to bite or speak.

“sit,” he said, quietly.

you blinked. “what?”

“on the bed.”

and it wasn’t that he raised his voice or looked angry. he didn’t need to. he just said it like he always did — low and casual and full of intent. like he knew you would listen. like he knew exactly how that single syllable landed in your stomach, curled around your spine, made you want to do what he said just to see what came next.

you moved without thinking, the soft press of the mattress beneath you suddenly feeling too delicate. jungwon didn’t look away. didn’t say anything as he crossed the room. just walked with that same slow stride, that confident stillness, like nothing in the world could ever rush him.

he stopped in front of you, hands in the pockets of his jacket, head tilted slightly to the side. his eyes scanned your face like a map he’d already memorized.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you whispered, too aware of your own voice.

his brow twitched — maybe a smirk, maybe something darker.

“because you’re acting like you didn’t know this was coming.”

you wanted to say something clever. to deflect. maybe make a joke about the tension, the way your palms felt warm and your heart was chewing through your chest. but he didn’t give you time. jungwon stepped forward, knees brushing yours, his fingers lifting your chin before you even saw him move. not rough. not fast. just firm. like he’d wanted to do that all day. like he was tired of waiting for the right moment.

being his girlfriend was exactly like that — being wrapped in all the quiet, deliberate ways he loved without ever needing to hear the words. jungwon wasn’t loud about you. didn’t post pictures or show you off like a trophy. but he carried you in the way he looked at you, in the way his voice changed when you were near. he was composed most of the time, that clean-cut leader mode always lingering beneath the surface.

you’d seen it — the switch flip when he entered a room, when he took charge without even trying. he had a presence, like a weight behind everything he did.

and yet… his face was soft. rounded cheeks, delicate lashes, that habit of pressing his lips together when he was thinking too hard.

it was a duality that made you insane. like he was made of contrast — firm hands, gentle touch; commanding voice, quiet warmth.

sometimes you’d stare at him just trying to figure out how someone could be so manly and still so boyish, like he was carved from safety and mischief all at once. and being loved by him meant getting both. the leader and the softest boy alive — and the knowledge that neither side was fake. they were just… him. all him. and all yours.

“stop thinking so loud,” he said.

you would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so close. if his thumb wasn’t grazing your jaw like he was testing the fragility of something. if the way he looked at you didn’t make you feel like a secret, like a glass held up to the sun.

“i’m not—”

“yes, you are.”

and when he leaned in — not kissing, not yet, just breathing the same air as you — it felt like gravity shifted. like the rest of the world outside this room didn’t exist. just the soft hum of the heater, the buzz of the streetlight outside the window, the static crackling beneath your skin. you couldn’t think. couldn’t remember why your hands were shaking in your lap or why your mouth was dry or how this boy — this quiet, composed, impossible boy — had you speechless in your own body.

jungwon tilted his head, lips almost brushing yours.

“you gonna let me?” he asked, voice barely audible.

you didn’t know what he meant. the kiss? the touch? the moment?

you nodded anyway.

and then he smiled, real and slow and dangerous.

“good.”

his mouth was still so close it felt like a choice. one lean forward and it would happen. one twitch of restraint lost and he’d be kissing you like he meant it — which, knowing jungwon, he absolutely did. the kind of kiss that didn’t ask, didn’t check — it just happened, like gravity. inevitable. certain. and yet… he didn’t move. not right away. just stayed there, hand curled gently around the back of your neck, thumb brushing behind your ear like he was memorizing you.

“you always get quiet when you want something,” he murmured.

you blinked up at him. “i don’t—”

“you do.” he cut you off with a softness that made your pulse trip. “your whole face changes. you think no one notices?”

you wanted to say something smart. to tell him he was wrong, or at least being dramatic. but then he leaned in — finally, finally — and kissed you like he already knew everything you weren’t saying.

it wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t gentle either. it was anchored — like his whole body was focused on keeping you there, keeping you still, holding your world in place with just his lips and the weight of his hand at your jaw. and he kissed you like he meant it, god, like every quiet thing he’d never said was buried right there in the press of his mouth to yours. steady, unshaking. present.

you didn’t even realize you’d gripped his sleeves until he pulled back just barely — lips a breath away, hands still on you like he didn’t trust himself to stop.

“told you,” he said, quietly smug. “you’re loud when you’re quiet.”

you wanted to scream. you wanted to laugh. you wanted to pull him back in.

but he beat you to it.

because the second you leaned forward — instinct, desperation, something uncontrollable in your chest — he was already there. one hand tightening at the back of your neck, the other sliding up your arm until your wrist was in his grasp, firm and final. his mouth found yours with zero hesitation, like he’d mapped this a thousand times in his head and finally decided to cash it in. not messy. not frantic. just controlled. and it made your head spin.

jungwon kissed you like a slow unraveling. he wasn’t rushing. he wasn’t guessing. he knew. knew how long to drag it out, how far to lean in without pressing all the way down, how to tilt your chin just enough so he could kiss you deeper, slower, better. you tried to reach for him — your hands aching to hold his face, his shoulders, anything — but he caught both your wrists in one smooth motion and pushed them gently down onto the bed.

“don’t,” he said against your mouth. it wasn’t harsh. just a command he expected you to follow.

your breath caught.

“why not?” you whispered, dazed, already wrecked and you hadn’t even moved.

he kissed the corner of your mouth once, then again — slower this time — and then pulled back just enough to look at you. his eyes were darker now, lower, his breath warm across your skin.

“because i want to feel you fall apart,” he said, “without hiding in me.”

your stomach dropped.

you didn’t realize he’d pressed your wrists fully into the mattress until he was over you — not heavy, just close. close enough to crowd your senses, to make it impossible to think about anything except the weight of him holding you still and the way your whole body ached for his next move. he kissed you again, this time harder, deeper, and your fingers twitched beneath his grip.

you couldn’t move. couldn’t touch him. and somehow that made it worse — or better — or both, because every kiss felt bigger, every second dragged like honey across your skin. you tried to chase his mouth and he pulled back, just barely.

“stay still.”

“jungwon,” you whispered, half a plea, half a warning.

he smiled — smiled — like he was proud of you for cracking a little.

then he kissed your jaw, your throat, the corner of your mouth again, dragging it out so slow it felt like punishment. all while holding you still. all while never letting you take control.

you didn’t realize you were breathing in gasps until he shifted to murmur near your ear, low and quiet and entirely too calm.

“you’re doing so good,” he said, voice like velvet. “let me take care of it.”

and you did.

because you couldn’t do anything else. not with jungwon over you like that. not with his hands caging yours. not when every inch of him was focused on making you fall apart his way. slowly. fully. completely.

he kissed you again — deeper this time — and one hand finally slid away from your wrist, up your arm, slow like a drag of heat across skin. he didn’t stop at your shoulder. didn’t stop at your neck. his fingers threaded into your hair, warm and deliberate, and you could feel your breath stutter before he even did anything.

then he tugged.

not hard — just enough to make you gasp into his mouth. just enough to tilt your head back the way he wanted. just enough to make your entire spine lock and your hands twitch under his grip like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t built to survive him after all.

“there,” he whispered, like he’d been trying to line you up just right. “hold still.”

his grip on your hair didn’t loosen, not even as he kissed down the side of your neck, not even as your whole body arched helplessly beneath him. and the worst part — the best part — was how soft he still looked. how calm. how effortless. like he hadn’t just wrecked your ability to think with a single flex of his fingers.

your whole body was pulsing. every nerve ending lit up like it had been waiting its whole life for this exact moment — for him, like this, doing exactly what he wanted and not letting you move.

your wrists ached to reach for him. your legs shifted under his weight, restless and useless. your mouth was parted, breath uneven, lips still wet from the last kiss. you tried to think. tried to ground yourself. tried to remember literally anything besides the fact that jungwon had you pinned and pliant, hair wrapped in his hand like he’d been planning this all day.

and then he pulled again — not rough, but firm, commanding — and something snapped.

your stomach dropped so fast it made you lightheaded. your thighs pressed together on instinct, and you could feel it now, that deep throb in your core that made your hips want to chase contact, made your breath catch in your throat like you were seconds from shattering. and you weren’t even touching him. he hadn’t even taken off his jacket.

your voice broke on the next breath. “jungwon…”

he didn’t reply. just looked down at you with that unreadable expression — calm, composed, in control — and let his thumb brush your bottom lip, slow and patronizing like he knew exactly what was happening to you. because he did. of course he did. and he liked it.

“look at you,” he murmured. “can’t even handle a kiss.”

your back arched off the bed. you didn’t mean to. you didn’t want to react like this. but the pressure inside you was unbearable — hot and tight and unrelenting — and the worst part was, you hadn’t even gotten there yet.

he hadn’t done anything but hold your wrists, hold your hair, and kiss you like you were his to ruin. and somehow that was enough to have you hovering on the edge of something so intense, it almost scared you.

almost.

because you didn’t want him to stop.

not now. not ever.

author's note: leader mode jungwon is SO HOT. but also he is the cutest????? ARGH, I HATE HIM. i'm telling you, masculine men with feminine face traits are the most dangerous... send me a request • my masterpost

+ i'd like to clarify that this does not portray jw's real personality in any way. this is fiction and i don't know this baddie irl (unfortunately), so let's just enjoy the delusion together MWAH.

[actually-azi]

✨ Rating Hazbin Hotel ships ✨

Adam / Lucifer - 3/10, It's definitely a funny concept that Lucifer fucked both his wives and then him, but in reality it's a no from me.

Adam / Lute - 7/10, Their relationship would've been unhealthy af but not gonna lie it's pretty cute. I just love Lute so goddamn much lol.

Alastor / Lucifer - 7/10, I like the concept because it's genuinely funny and kinda cute but only as a crack ship. I definitely don't see it actually happening.

Alastor / Literally anyone else - 0/10, I genuinely don't think Alastor would ever even consider a relationship. He just thinks he's above everyone else.

Angel / Cherri - 0/10, What the fuck y'all, he's gay. This one is weird af and idk why it's even a thing.

Angel / Husk - 10/10, I love that Husk cares about Angel for more than sex, they're so cute together especially if they take things slowly.

Charlie / Emily - 2/10, They're so similar that together I feel like it would be too much. Also I really dislike the idea of splitting up Chaggie.

Charlie / Emily / Vaggie - 6/10, I probably wouldn't mind all three of them together. It would be cute to call it Charlie's Angels lol.

Charlie / Vaggie - 10/10, I love them together, they're so supportive and adorable. The way Vaggie looks at Charlie with so much love warms my heart.

Cherri / Sir Pentious - 7/10, I don't like Cherri all that much but I'm so happy that Pen got the girl in the end, he deserves to be loved.

Lilith / Lucifer - 5/10, Mostly it's low because I'm suspicious of Lilith. If she ends up not terrible then I could see it being higher but idk, it's sus for now.

Lute / Vaggie - 7/10, I enjoy the idea of them being exes or something like that. Or Lute being jealous of what Vaggie has with Charlie.

Niffty / Valentino - 10/10, Great crack ship. The fanart is hilarious and Nif's love of bad boys makes it a great concept. But I do pretty much only like it as a joke.

One sided Vox / Alastor - 15/10, This is 100% canon in my head. Vox is SO down bad for Alastor and took it SO personally that Alastor couldn't give less of a fuck like the aroace king he is. I love this SO much.

Valentino / Vox - 500/10, This is my Hazbin OTP honestly. These two losers are terrible people but I love them together more than I can even put into words. They just fit so well together and act like an old married couple.

Valentino / Velvette / Vox - 2/10, Velvette sees Vox and Val as her dumb gay dads and I'll die on that hill. They're more like a family and she's the glue that keeps the other two from imploding when they get pissy.

Velvette / Vox - 2/10, Not feeling it. Honestly I think Velvette is aroace and/or a lesbian. I just don't see anything romantic involving her and either of the other Vees.

[nutzgunray-lvt]

I will FOREVER be salty about how Hori paints his characters with valid criticisms against the status quo as in the wrong:

Monoma - hates Bakugou, therefore hates 1A by association and is painted out to be some over the top arrogant asshole who freaks out every time they so much as breath (Monoma's not my favorite, but he's 100% right when it comes to Bakugou).

Rock Lock - doesn't want the first years (maybe also the third years, idk?) involved in the Shie Hassaikai raid due to how dangerous it is and due to having recently had a newborn son, is painted as someone who's being overprotective and unfair to these heroes in training.

Inko - isn't comfortable with Izuku continuing at UA after the Forest Camp Attack, is painted as being overprotective (I have my issues with Inko, but she had an incredibly valid point here).

The media - rightfully criticizes UA's utter inability to protect their students and reign in Bakugou's behavior (the hill I will die on), is painted as trying to unfairly persecute UA/Aizawa.

Present Mic - uses common sense to deduce that there's a traitor in UA's midst, is portrayed as being a shit stirrer who's quick to distrust his colleagues and students (another hill I'll die on).

Gran Torino (a minor one) - calls Aizawa's high expulsion rate as what it is: nasty (showing that even he has standards), is immediately corrected by Present Mic that the expulsions are "only on paper" and Aizawa truly cares deep down (which actually makes it WORSE since it stays on their permanent records regardless).

Other students taking the Provisional Exam - call out Bakugou for being an obnoxious asshole, are immediately painted as "not understanding how hard he works."

Pro Heroes and Present Mic - call out Bakugou for not taking Ochako seriously in the Sports Festival, are told to RETIRE for not understanding how Bakugou clearly works harder than anybody else to be a hero (but then Bakugou proceeds to get the second highest amount of internship offers, so idk what the fuck point Horikoshi was trying to make here).

Vlad King is a weird one because while his one-sided rivalry with Aizawa/1A is obnoxious and unprofessional, he IS a better teacher than Aizawa is and it's a point not focused on aside from an off hand comment by Aizawa. You'd think this would make him examine whether or not his beliefs are truly benefiting his students or have Nedzu call him up and say, "what's up with your class consistently underperforming against 1B?"

Best Jeanist is perhaps the ONLY Pro-Hero to see Bakugou's behavior for what it is and takes him as an intern to rectify it... but proceeds to focus on all the wrong things (his style being the main one) and not really get to the core of his goal.

Society as a whole doesn't trust heroes for a myriad of reasons (some unreasonably, some for extremely valid reasons) and are painted as being unfair and incredibly biased against heroes as a whole.

Izuku leaves UA due to AFO having Ragdoll's Quirk, is essentially ganged up on and beaten/shamed into submission by Class 1A who completely disregard his POV (I don't agree with him putting himself in this position, I'm just pointing how it makes sense narratively).

Me, trying to make sense of all of this -

Like... how is your story supposed to be nuanced and your characters three-dimensional if you paint the complainer as always in the wrong?

[liveontelevision]

Hi! im in love with your Lucifer fics. You newest one has me gripped and i cant wait for the next part.

You got me brainstorming more Lucifer fics ideas

I was thinking of one where the reader has been helping/supporting Charlie at the Hotel and is almost like a mother/parental figure to her, and when Lucifer arrives he acts cold/mean no matter how much she tries to be polite. But then he warm up to her after see how much the reader really cares about Charlie and then he finally realises hes in love with her.

♡

Thank you! I literally could write about him for hours (kinda have already) and I really liked this prompt, so here's just a lil' something for ya, anon ♡

Honey | Lucifer x Reader

No smut, just some cute fluff here-

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As soon as you arrived in Hell, your eyes were drawn to the drab-looking hotel just up the hill. And you flew to it like a moth to a TV screen. That being said, you've known Charlie and the other residents for as long as you've been dead. They've all seen you at your worst, having to be the unlucky few to explain your death. Although, Charlie's comfort really made the whole being dead thing much more palatable. During this time, while she's supported you, you've seen her through thick and thin as well. Pretty soon, you became an important part of her life, offering a more parental influence when she needed one. You didn't really die at an old age, but a lot went on in your lifetime to give you the maturity to comfort people that way and you were always happy to do it.

Considering your skill set, some of the residents went to you in the same fashion. A little task you took to, just to help out, was fixing up some articles of clothing for people. It was a great mindless task for you to do, considering Alastor wasn't a fan of having phones and TVs in the hotel. So you simply sat, humming a little tune as you fixed up something from Angel's wardrobe.

Your trance was broken, seeing a pair of slender legs in front of you. Following them up, you finally meet eyes with a nervous-looking Charlie. She's fidgeting with her fingers, still trying to find the courage to say whatever she came to you for.

"You need something, hun? You can talk to me, c'mere." With a sweet voice, you patted the cushion on the couch next to you and kept on working. She let out a heavy breath you didn't realize she was holding.

"Soooo... my dad is coming to visit and I - uh.." she still struggled to find her words. Considering you've barely been outside the hotel, you really didn't question how big of a deal Lucifer was. But to see Charlie getting flustered about a little visit from her own father did make you feel uneasy.

"I guess - I don't know, I'm just nervous, is all! It's not that big a deal, I mean, he's my dad, but also.. he's... my dad..?" You nodded your head.

"Seems like a big deal. He's the king of Hell, so it makes sense that you're nervous. Can I help with anything?" Acknowledging her feelings and making sure to keep your tone smooth, you finally set aside the mini skirt you were fixing up to face her.

"Oh! Um - I was wondering if you could bake something for everyone! Niffty's making cookies, but I think dad might enjoy something a little more.." You both thought back on the disturbing display of desserts Niffty had made for everyone in the past, it sent a chill down your spine. You nodded your head fast, taking a hold of her hands.

“Yeah, I'd love to! I'll make sure it's something your dad would like, too! How's that sound?" You absolutely loved to bake, and doing it for other people always made it even better. There was some pressure on you, considering who you were catering to, but remembering that this is for Charlie, kept any nerves at bay. Charlie, who just happened to be shedding a tear or two of relief, gave you a hug that would've snapped you in two if it had gone on any longer. You were used to those at this point.

The day went by fast, Charlie preparing and stressing over little decisions for her dad's visit. You got the OK to bake an apple pie. A specialty you would make when you were alive, you went all out. You'd always make the dough from scratch, soak the apples in a homemade cinnamon butter, and somehow managed to spiffy it up to a commercial extent. You were batting off Pentious and Niffy as best you could until he arrived.

You saw a side of Charlie during that visit that you haven't really seen before. She was nervous, sure, but it was clear she felt so defeated. Each little quip on sinners being hopeless or how Charlie shouldn't even bother in this "whole redemption deal" made you understand her paranoia more and more.

As Charlie introduced each of the staff and residents, Lucifer got distracted by the still steaming pie sitting on the table in front of everyone. He definitely wasn't the only one whose mouth was watering just by staring at it, but he was the one who bit the bullet, taking the first piece. 

"And this is -" a loud hum of satisfaction interrupted Charlie's introduction to Sir Pentious, who looked deflated at the change in topic.

"Charlie! Good golly - This is great!" With another bite and hum, you watched his eyes flutter shut for a moment. A little boost of confidence immediately making you giddy.

"Oh! Well, that's good! Because this is our other guest! She made it herself -" Charlie took a hold of your shoulders and dragged you to face Lucifer. You could feel the nervous tremble coming from her hands. You looked up at her for a moment and smiled, placing a hand over top of hers. It really did seem to calm her nerves. And for some reason, he didn't seem to like that. 

"Well - I'll eat anything with apples since they're obviously my favorite. It’s not that special." He tossed the half-finished plate back onto the table and wiped his hands clean. He ignored you.

"U-Uhm.. yeah, that's - that's everyone, I guess!" Charlie stammered, not expecting him to turn such a cold shoulder to you. He spent his time examining you. Considering he didn't even care enough to learn your name at that moment, he sure was taking his time looking you up and down.

"Well then!" He clasped his hands together after finally tearing his eyes off you. "How about a little tour?" He suggested, clearly not invested in the other sinners now. Charlie looked down at you and you nodded, starting to clean up some little things around you. It was a nervous habit you had, but it helped to keep your hands busy and your mind off the insulting interaction you just had to endure.

Charlie took Vaggie's hand and went on to give the tour. Once they were out of sight around the corner, you slumped your shoulders letting out a groan.

"Short king's givin' you the cold shoulder, huh?" Angel leaned on the back of the couch, crossing one leg over the other.

"Right? Okay, glad I'm not the only one who noticed that. Is something wrong with the pie..?" Looking over to Sir Pentious, who was licking the already empty pie tin clean, he quickly shook his head.

"Maybe's got a thing for ya." Angel teased, jabbing you with his elbow. You rolled your eyes, finally taking the pie tin from Pentious.

"He didn't even get my name, I'm sure that's not it. Whatever.. " you grumbled, taking any dishes you could to the kitchen to keep your mind from exploring that option.

The extermination day battle was here. You followed the armies who attacked the hoards of exorcists when they finally arrived. As the battle went on, you hated to admit it, you found yourself in awe watching Lucifer kick Adam's ass. The sight of his wings and the little V thing - and obviously his immense power, somehow managed to make you blush as you were attacking angels. Definitely a new sensation for you, with the bloodlust muddling your other senses, but it was easy to forget about it once the new hotel was renovated and everyone was finally settled in.

As everything went back to normal, you went back to helping Charlie with anything you could, drinking at the bar with everyone and generally things went back to the way they were. There was only one difference. Lucifer made the decision to stay at the hotel. It was commendable for sure, his change of heart to support Charlie through this change, but it only left you feeling conscious about everything you'd do when he was around. The underlying crush didn't help much. Or Angel's teasing about said crush.

You really did try, when you'd pass him the hallway, you'd always send him your most sincere smile. Or when you spotted him reading or working on anything, you'd try and spark any kind of conversation or ask if he needed help. He never needed help. He was always too busy to chat. You honestly couldn't remember a time he looked you in the eyes before. You bit your tongue. No need to worry Charlie, or anyone really, about some feud you possibly made up in your mind.

It was especially important to you to not stress Charlie right now. Starting the hotel back up was a big task alone, but the loss of Sir Pentious weighed on everyone. And Charlie took full blame for it. A late night, where she most likely stayed up to try and find any kind of hope for redemption, any speck of proof to bring sinners in, she found herself burnt out. Approaching the memorial for Pentious, you stood beside Charlie. You found her visiting it every now and then, and when you did, you knew she needed a check in. And you were right. Without a word, Charlie suddenly clung to you. She went on about how it was all her fault. How he was gone because of her. How nothing seems to be working and she's terrified that it's all for nothing.

It took a while for her to calm down, but you would never leave her like this. By now, the two of you had fallen to the ground, sitting on your knees.

"Charlie, you are doing your absolute best. It's okay to cry, you know that. Think of everything you've done for everyone else, I mean - Pen would've never sacrificed himself if it wasn't for his friends." You brushed a tear from her still wet and puffy eyes. "You did that. You gave him something worth dying for." It was a hard truth, but you hoped it was enough for her. She's done more for you than she'd ever know, and you'd do anything to give it back. You didn't realize, but before approaching Charlie, Lucifer was pacing a nearby corridor, battling the decision to go up to her himself. He hadn't said much to her since extermination day, and he had always been nervous about saying something wrong, making things worse. Before he had the chance to muster up the courage, you had swooped in. It confused him. He should've been jealous or hurt, that he wasn't able to calm her down himself. That you beat him to the punch. But he didn't really feel that way, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Was it admiration? Sitting in the shadows until he assured Charlie was taken care of, he went back up to his workshop, flustered for a number of reasons.

There was one moment, where things started to look good. It was a regular night at the bar, you, Angel and Husk had gotten on the topic of your lives, looking at the positives which was a rarity. Charlie and Lucifer were nearby, Charlie enthralled in the discussions of what Earth was like.

"My homelife? It wasn't anything fancy, but.. um.. - oh I had a farm, actually! I ran it with my parents, it was.. nice." You hold onto your arms, a bittersweet smile on your face. With a light bulb going off in Charlie's head, she nudged you with her elbow.

"You didn't happen to have any birds or chickens or ducks - did you?" She hummed. She noticed the wedge between you and her dad, and it hurt her just as much as it hurt you. She's little miss "everyone should get along", of course, this hurt her. You didn't notice, but Lucifer peaked up at you for a split second before distracting himself by swaying the drink in his glass.

"Oh..? Oh! Yeah! Yes, actually! We raised a few ducklings that a neighbor gave us - we got them as eggs, so we got to see them grow up and everything!" Going on, telling a story about how you snuck one into your room to keep it as a pet, only to be scolded for it. You had the whole group in the palm of your hand. Including Lucifer. You met his eyes for just a moment, the twinkle in them immediately drawing you in. With a quick smile, he became flustered. He scoffed, pushing himself away from the bar and leaving. As much as that should've infuriated you, seeing those eyes and the growing redness across the apple of his cheeks felt like a win.

Since the hotel was newer, and word hadn't gotten out about Pentious's redemption yet, it was still vacant beside you, Angel, and occasionally Cherry Bomb. That gave the whole group a lot of time to enjoy the large space in the meantime.

Certain nights, Alastor would play the large, golden, piano that Lucifer had so generously created. This led to Charlie singing along to whatever he was playing, of course, and when Lucifer was in a good mood - or drunk - he would even pitch in. He'd sit atop the piano, his legs crossed, as he hiked the matching golden fiddle to his shoulder and played along. It was truly a sight to see. His skills were unmatched, but it still seemed to melt into the rest of the contributions. It was as if he invented the damn thing (He did).

This sort of became a tradition, when everyone was in a good mood and Alastor wasn't getting on Lucifer's nerves too much, everyone would join in, singing and dancing. It was rare, but Damn was it fun when it did happen. One of these nights, Alastor started off with a song that you knew, and had actually introduced to Charlie. She gasped as soon as she recognized the tune, pulling you close by both your hands to sing along. You had as good of a voice as anyone did, in a musical rendition of Hell, but you mainly stuck to harmonizing little things with Charlie. Swinging around with each other, until you were dizzy and laughing, you noticed that the room seemed a little empty.

Lucifer was seated where he usually was, on his phone. His fiddle was placed carefully at his side, and he was scrolling through his goddamn phone. 

"Don't feel like joining us, Your Highness?" You kept to titles since it was obvious he wasn't warmed up to you just yet. Even after living with you for a month or so.

"Mm. Don't know the song. It's not my cup of tea, just can't seem to get into it." He says bluntly, never looking up to you.

“Oh, come on! Just play along, it’s just for fun!” You slurred your words a bit, whatever you had been sipping throughout the night causing, what you would call, an outburst.

“Hm! Well, I’m not exactly here for your entertainment, am I? God forbid a sinner doesn't have fun in their eternal punishment.” The room went silent. You felt so defeated. You've been trying since the day you met him to try and at least get on good terms with him, but it seemed like he would even prefer a night with Alastor over you. Things like this never bugged you much, you tried so hard to not let it bug you, but when Charlie looked over to you, with those worried eyes, it was hard to keep back the bottled-up disappointment.

With a little sniffle and a quick wipe of your eyes with your sleeve, you start heading back up the newly decorated grand staircase, without a word to anyone.

"Heyyy - Dad..! I think you maybe.. might've... I don't know - hurt her feelings..? Would you wanna - " Charlie carefully approached her father, who immediately lit up and placed his device down when she spoke. "Could you talk to her? Maybe just check up on her..?" She was speaking barely above a whisper.

“You have to apologize. Um.. sir.” Vaggie finally blurted out. His smile was nervous, his eye twitching a bit at the concept. Taking in a deep breath, he rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sad little laugh.

"Well, uh.. I don't know, Kiddo, maybe she's just tired." He muttered, obviously hesitant at the idea.

"Sounds like the king can't handle a little damsel in distress to me. Would you like me to comfort her, my dear?" Alastor was quick to chime in from the piano bench, offering a sympathetic smile to Charlie. Why did the concept of that make Lucifer’s blood boil?

"Oh fuck you, bambi, I can handle it." With a quick hop off of the piano top, he almost stormed up the stairs to find you. Definitely not what Charlie was hoping to motivate him, but she wasn't an idiot. She knew Alastor had his reasoning for that. She mouthed a little thank you to him, once Lucifer turned his back.

You were ecstatic to learn that Charlie worked an extensive library into the hotel. Walking into its large double doors, you almost struggled to see the back of the room with how full it was. You had a little corner you claimed as your own, leaving one of your blankets draped on the little loveseat there, and setting aside a pile of books you were still working through. It was a great place to calm yourself down after what had just happened.

Hearing heels click against the tile, you wrapped yourself tighter in your blanket as you pulled your legs up to your chest. 

"I'm fine Charlie, it's fine.. I just need a second, go back to the lobby." You shooed off the figure with one hand, wiping your face with the other.

"Ahha- Nope! Try again -" with a nervous chuckle, Lucifer greeted you with an awkward wave. Interrupting the silence by clearing his throat, he gestured to the seat next to you. With a quick nod, finally snapping out of your surprised state, you shifted your position to sit beside him. It wasn't exactly a two-person couch. Not for two people who might hate each other, at least. I mean it was a loveseat. He struggled to keep his distance, leaving your legs barely brushing together.

"Soooo.. you, uh- like.. reading..?" He asked after a long silence. You were mainly confused by his words, but simply nodded in response.

“Yeah it's - I-I love it in here.. There wasn’t anything like this on Earth, so this is nice." You managed to speak out, between sniffles. He agreed with a little hum, fidgeting with the ring on his finger.

“Glad you like it. It's uhh - just happens to be my personal collection.” He puffed out his chest, looking at his clawed nails with a little smirk on his face. He had no idea why he thought that would help, but it actually did a bit. when he looked your direction, you were slack-jawed in awe. The sight made him turn a bit red in the cheeks, quickly looking away, he patted the top of his legs to fill the silence.

“That's really cool! I guess it makes sense - considering you're older than the dawn of time- but, still. Thank you, I suppose. For letting me - I mean - us use it.” You rambled on for a moment your words became quieter the more you gushed.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” He asked between laughter. You made him laugh. You hoped he didn't see the sparkle in your eyes at the notion. You stalled, lost in thought, before quickly shaking your head.

The two of you sat there for a moment, the awkward silence sitting a little more comfortably than before. Finally, Lucifer let out a sigh of defeat. 

"It’s my fault, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, uh.. I guess so, but.. I mean, I'm kind of drunk so it might be something with that - but I'm fine, I swear." You waved your hands in an attempt to soothe the serious discussion. But Lucifer knew better than anyone what someone holding their true intentions back looks like.

"You're really good for Charlie. I.. I wish I could take care of her. Like you do." He admitted. It surprised you for a moment. Was that why he's been so cold to you? Was there some form of jealousy in there? Or was he really concerned that you would replace him in some fashion?

"C'mon, you're just saying that to make me feel better. I saw you on extermination day, none of this would even be here without that little pep talk, you’ve done more for her than you know, I think. Charlie.. she loves you." The words made him perk up a little. Maybe even a king needs reassurance sometimes.

"Oh- Um.. I guess she does, huh..?" You could hear his smile. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. You didn't even realize you had the smallest smile on your own face. But he did. With another nervous laugh, he hesitates before planting a hand on your leg, just above your knee. No time like the present, you suppose.

"I’m sorry. I really am. For.. everything. You're actually amazing. I-I mean it.." Without a response from you yet, he lets his gentle touch linger a moment longer. You leaned in towards him, the smile on your face turning sly.

"Yeah? You think so? I almost thought you hated me." You were teasing him. He's been so cold to you this whole time, you just had to take advantage of the moment. He turns a bit red, covering his mouth with his free hand as he clears his throat into his fist.

"Of course I don't.." He muttered.

"Soo, would you say you like me?" You drew out your words, walking your fingers up his arm.

"W-What? How - " He clamped his hand over his mouth before desperately trying to rationalize his thoughts, " Of course I do! I just said you're great with Charlie and I -ahh.. I love Charlie, so I like - " He coughs up his words, " - I liked your pie, that you made! And you have a good voice, too, and your little duck story was cute, so - " God bless this man's tendency to overshare when he's nervous. The alcohol definitely gave you the little boost of confidence you needed to question him like this, but you would be lying if you said you didn't notice his reactions to you whenever you weren't paying attention. Or whenever he thought you weren't paying attention. It finally dawned on you that some of those glares might have had some other motivations.

You knew when to reel it in, but considering his hand was still on your leg, he moved it up a bit even, you assumed he was okay with the teasing. Maybe even enjoying it. Delicately drawing your fingers across his jaw, to his chin, you pulled his gaze to meet yours. You could feel his hand tense at every little touch.

"You have really nice eyes, Luci-" He audibly gulped, tugging at his bowtie. "You’ve been avoiding looking at me for months.. I wish you'd look at me more." You almost pouted, your fingers still lingering under his chin. With the slightest movement, he followed your hand towards your face. He took his hand off your thigh for a moment, only for you to take a hold of it and place it on your back. He was the one who pulled you closer at this point.

“Y-you can't just say things like that.. it’s embarrassing..” He muttered, trying his best to not close the gap between your bodies. 

“Embarrassing? I’m not embarrassed, your highness. Are you? Do I.. make you nervous? Hmm?” You placed your hands just above his knees, leaning closer through your chest. Sucking in his lips, he did his best to stay silent, knowing he’d dig his own grave no matter how he answered.

“I just think you’re so pretty, Luci, I can't help myself.” Before he could properly react, you leaned in close enough for him to feel your breath against his ear. Damn, what did you drink? You could feel his hand on your back clenching, either to bring you closer or just out of sheer nerves. With a little hum against his ear, he let out the quietest whimper. It apparently took both of you by surprise, you leaned back to get a look at his face with wide eyes. Meeting his eyes this time sent you both into a blushing, nervous state.

With a deep breath, you cupped his face after brushing some of his golden locks back into place, then gave him the lightest kiss on his lips. You didn't even linger long enough for him to return it, and he was clearly distraught by it. You unwrapped yourself from your blanket, giving a dumbstruck Lucifer another quick peck on his forehead, before standing.

“I’m going back downstairs. Take your time, Hun!” You called out so sweetly as if you hadn't just left him a heated mess. 

Finally returning to the lobby, you walked with your chest puffed out, beckoning for another drink from Husk.

"Did.. did Dad check in on you? Are you okay?" Charlie carefully approached you, and was immediately disarmed by your grin.

"Yup! I feel much better now. He apologized and we had a little.. Discussion. Thanks, hun." You said sweetly, taking a sip of the drink Husk slid into your hand. Angel gave you a dirty glare, and after meeting his eyes you quickly looked away.

"Well great! Where is he? Maybe we can pick back up where we left off!" Charlie clasped her hands together enthusiastically.

"Here! I-I'm here! Great idea, honey, let's keep playing!" He tripped over himself, rushing into the room and hoping nobody saw him re-fastening his tie. Sending him another quick smile, his face clearly hadn't cooled from the past events. He nearly dropped his fiddle, but as soon as he prepared he picked up the same song that was left unfinished moments before.

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I wanted to get through some asks, but I'm still working on Suffer, no worries, my friends

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[a-french-coconut]

I like to think that Malcolm Pace looks like a total nerd but can and will beat the shit of you.

He's Athena's son with Ares' mindset.

He thinks a little about the plan of action, then decide that the best one is punching his way through.

There's no invisibility trick like Annabeth's. Sure, he might do a sneak attack but Malcolm will charge right at his enemies. Having in mind their weaknesses and how to exploit them, of course.

But whereas his siblings might wait to have a solid victory plan before engaging, Malcom is more in the "I'll figure out the details later" mindset.

When he gets into a fight with another camper ?

He's def not going to be the biggest person and try to solve it with words. Nah, he'll gut-punch them instantly.

Drew cheering on the side, telling him to go wild while Connor tells him to aim for jaw next only encourage him.

On that note, Drew, Malcolm and Connor are a bunch of mean girls and I will die on that hill.

Not "I'll plunge your head in the toilet" type but rather the ones seating on a bench and judging whoever passes by them.

Drew makes faces at people's outfit.

Connor laughs when someone trips (then he helps them up because he's a trained older brother despite himself being the younger one)

And Malcolm has an incredibly arrogant stare that screams "I'm better than you in every way". That's not his fault though, it's an Athena's trait. It has also something to do with fact that he's the uncontested winner of chess at Camp. Nobody ever managed to beat him.

(Except Connor.)

(But he cheated. So it doesn't count.)

How it happened below :

Connor has a simple ideology.

If he sees victory at his front step, he'll open the door.

"Aha !" He said smugly, trapping Malcolm's king with his queen and rook. "Checkmate."

"You just moved your rook diagonally." Malcolm said drily, giving him a flat look. "The rook moves horizontally and vertically."

And if the door happened to have lock, as archaic rules that structured the entire game, Connor was a son of Hermes. It was his divine heritage to waddle around it.

"My rook is just better than your rooks."

Malcolm's right eye twitched. It was a telltale sign that he was about to deck the nearest person. In this case, it was Connor himself.

Which meant he should probably stop. Take back his rook. And continue the game as it should be played.

But he had opened the door. And what a bad host he would be to close it into victory's face ! Very improper of him as the son of travellers.

Connor leaned back on his chair, gesturing loosely at the game. "I won that fair and square."

Malcolm's eye twitched again.

Connor bolted out of the Athena Cabin and Malcolm followed him just as fast.

They passed by Will Solace and upon his questioning gaze, Connor took it as his duty to enlighten him.

"He's just mad I beat him at chess !" He screamed, then snickered loudly at Malcolm's indignant squawk.

"YOU CHEATED !"

End of how it happened.

Now of course, rumour spread and soon, everybody at Camp thought Connor had beaten Malcolm at chess.

And he just loooves to to tease him about it.

"Hey, Drew." Connor swung an arm around her shoulders nodding towards Malcolm who was reading a book about aerodynamics, but right within earshot. "Do you wanna hear about how I beat Malcolm at Chess ?"

And woah. Connor's pretty sure he just heard the book spine snap.

Malcolm looked at him with murderous intent. "You cheated."

Connor shrugged. "Says you. And even I did, who care about the details. Right ?" He asked the daughter of Aphrodite.

Drew rolled her eyes, and popped out a her bubble gum. "Nerds. Play strip poker next time."

"I hate the both of you." Malcolm grumbled, face disappearing behind the book under Connor and Drew cackles echoing in the air.

[smolestboop]

I've already rambled about how much I love Sarms/Baldwin to my girlies so I'm gonna ramble some more of it here dhjdjd

Baldwin and Sarmenti ship is the most tragic yet hopeful ship in DD. Sarmenti being a court jester that's been abused, tortured and mistreated so badly that he snapped. Then there's Baldwin, a self-exiled king who caught leprosy because of his own determination/kindness to help out his own people with the disease, not caring if he might have the same fate to them.

And it's SOOOOO sad and filled with longing that Baldwin would have cherished and adored Sarmenti if he took the jester in as his own and treated him like a real person rather than a plaything. Sarmenti would be so taken aback at the kindness and comfort being poured his way because he only ever faced cruelty and mockery by people.

They are sososoos in deeply in love, you can't convince me otherwise dgjdjdk I'll die on this hill alongside my Reymas ship xD

[stealingpotatoes]

Hi!!! I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your dinluke art!

I'm also just straight up cackling with Luke is dating this badass bounty hunter/manda 'lor (sorry Bo it's either him or Sabine and I'll die on that hill)/single dad and Leia is just there with her drug dealing boyfriend. Idk it just makes me laugh.

it's so fun like the twin who grew up as literal royalty and as heir to a planetary throne? yeah she's dating this random smuggler. the twin who grew up as a farmboy from nowhere? he's dating the king of a planet/huge religion.

[raxistaicho]

Felix's anger towards Dimitri in Three Houses is the most misunderstood aspect of their relationship and I will die on this hill.

Felix's problem with Dimitri isn't that he can't see that what Dimitri went through was traumatic. It's not that he's running away from his own trauma regarding the death of Glenn.

Its the fact that Dimitri uses the deaths of their loved ones as an excuse to be monstrous.

And the proof of that is in their A-Support.

Felix: Sometimes you have an animal's face, contorted with anger and bloodlust. At other times, a man's, with a friendly smile. Which is your true face? Dimitri: Do not waste your breath on questions with such obvious answers. They are both the real me. My father, my friends, Glenn… They all meant a great deal to me. And they were all brutally slaughtered. I alone survived. If I do not shoulder the anguish and regret they must have felt, who will? Felix: Hah. So, that's how you justify your atrocities.

Dimitri is so far into his own head with his grief and anger that he's using the dead as an excuse to go on his quest for vengeance, hurting anyone and everyone in his path and treating everyone around him cruelly. This desire for vengeance isn't for the dead. It's for himself.

And Felix rightly calls him out on that.

Felix: "I will fulfill my duty to the late king." My old man used to say that over and over, like a mantra. How nauseating. No one seems to understand. The dead won't acknowledge your loyalty. They don't care. What a load of bunk it is, pretending to serve a corpse. You're serving your own ego. Dimitri: You are wrong. Felix: No, I'm not. The dead are dead, the living are living. You have to respect that boundary. If you keep stringing gravestones around your neck, you'll snap.

Dimitri doesn't respect the boundary between the living and the dead. He doesn't understand it, and none of the people who should have been taking care of him made sure to teach him to respect it. And as a result, we're left with a man who uses being "the voice of the dead" to justify his cruelty.

And Dimitri is absolutely aware of what he is doing. He's not well, but he's still very clearly concious of what he's doing. And we know this because of what he says to Byleth following the death of Randolph.

Dimitri: If you do not approve of what I have become, then kill me. If you insist that you cannot...then I will continue to use you and your friends until the flesh falls from your bones.

Dimitri is actively choosing to be a dick. There is no kinder way to put it. He's being a dick, and using the deaths of Lambert, Glenn, and the people of Duscur as an excuse.

And it isn't like Felix doesn't understand on some level. If anything, he's one of the few members of the cast who CAN understand. Glenn was HIS older brother. Rodrigue HIS father. And despite the fact that Dimitri is considered more important and he was often left to the wayside, Felix still loved and cared about them. They're his family. And he knows they loved him too, even if it wasn't in the way he should have been shown (I have so many issues with the fact that Dimitri is more important to Rodrigue than Felix is but that's a rant for another day). If anyone should have the right to be angry about their deaths, it's him.

But he doesn't hold onto that anger. Not in the same way.

Felix: I'm not immune to emotion, you know. Far from it. I haven't gone a day without questioning why my father and brother had to die, while I survived. I'll bear this pain until the day I die, but I refuse to wallow in it. I have more important things to do than blubber for my whole life.

Felix does not and will not allow his anger and grief to allow him to cause atrocious acts in the same way. And he backs up his words with actions. Which is something Dimitri needs to do for their relationship to improve at all. Which is shown in Chapter 18 if you make sure their C-Support has been viewed.

Felix: Hmph. And how do you intend to make up for my father's death? Dimitri: Felix… I realize words alone are not enough to repent, but I fear they are all I have. Felix: I'm not after more empty words. I want you to speak through your actions.

If you don't have their C-Support, Felix won't say he'll agree to help take back Fhirdihad. He will, of course, as he's a playable unit. But because of both the actions of the player and, as a result, Dimitri's actions, Felix won't vocalize his support.

Dimitri can say he has changed and realized the errors of his ways and offer apologies, but for Felix, they mean nothing if those words aren't also put to action.

And THAT is what the entirety of their issues is.

Both of them lost many of the same loved ones.

But while one chooses to move forward, the other chooses to wallow back. While one chooses not use that pain to commit atrocious acts of violence, the other uses it as his justification.

And THIS is why it makes sense for Felix to leave. On top of just not liking being a noble with those kinds of responsibilities, his head of state is someone who he is diametrically opposed. They might have been "friends" once (and I say it like that because prior to the Tragedy their friendship looks very one sided), but friendship doesn't mean you accept and partake in torture and unwarranted levels of slaughter.

And Felix outright tells us this.

But both those around him and a lot of the audience do not want to listen.

Oh, that's good, thanks for breaking that down! :)

Like I've said, Felix is one of the characters I haven't analyzed super well, so I appreciate the breakdown from someone who knows him better.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hands Off

Content Warning: Adamsapple, jealous! Lucifer, possessive behavior, swearing, Adam is his own warning, implied sexual themes.

Everyone was rewarded with a night out in the city. Things were going well and everyone had been on their best behavior, for the most part.

Adam was sitting at the bar throwing back shots of tequila and slamming the glass into the bar top. Fuck did he need this drink, the shit at the hotel was weaker than piss.

Lucifer was on the other end of the bar, nursing his own drink as he watched Adam out of the corner of his eye. They had gotten into a huge argument before they left, leaving the pair still pissed off at the other by the time they got to the bar. Lucifer had kind of let it go, in the grand scheme of things arguing over something small and stupid wasn't the hill he wanted to die on. But Adam, being the pissy little bitch he was, didn't speak to the king the whole ride there and purposely walked ahead of him when they were going in.

Adding in alcohol wasn't going to help things.

Lucifer knew he should apologize, it was rare but for once he was in the wrong. He still had his pride and part of him thought that Adam would get over himself and come be by his side.

By the amount of shots Adam was downing that likely wasn't the case. So instead, Lucifer opted for giving him some space while being close enough to keep Adam in his sights.

Adam did another shot and grimaced, the liquid burned all the way down. He didn't want to spend the whole fucking night drinking at the bar, it wasn't very often they got to go out and have fun, Adam knew he should take advantage of this.

He knew Lucifer was watching him, he could feel his eyes burning into his skin. Adam snarled, he wasn't going to let that royal asshole ruin his night. Getting up, he felt a little dizzy, the alcohol finally kicking in. He found his way over to Angel Dust and Husk who were dancing together. Angel noticed him first. "Holy shit, dude. We haven't even been here an hour and you're drunk off your ass."

"Don't care." Adam slurred, he just wanted to have some fun and maybe piss Lucifer off in the process. He wasn't sure how to accomplish that second part.

Angel pulled him in to dance with them, and for a little while Adam could feel his anger melting away.

Adam wasn't sure when, but he had bumped into some chick dancing beside him. "Hey, watch it." She snapped face mad, only to have it change to one of surprise and then to flirtatious. "But I guess since you're such a cutie, I'll let go."

The woman was short, skin nearly the color of charcoal with violet eyes and long wavy auburn hair. She sort of resembled a funny looking fish. For a demon, she wasn't half bad looking. "I'll have you know I'm fucking hot. You're not bad yourself." Adam winked at her and she giggled. Yeah, he still had it.

"You wanna dance, hottie? Names Claire." Claire held out her hand and he took it as an erotic song came on. They started bumping and grinding on each other, moving fast to the beat.

Was Lucifer still watching? Adam fucking hoped he was, seeing what he was missing out on.

It all happened so fast, one moment Adam was dancing the next he was being dragged away by his collar. He was hauled into the bathroom and pushed into the nearest stall. "What the fuck!?" Adam was slouched against the wall, Lucifer towered over him, eyes a blaze. He moved forward, one hand gripping Adams hair at the base of his horn, the other around his waist to keep him from falling or getting away. Adam had one hand on the stall wall, the other came up to grab Lucifer's shoulder.

"What the fuck, indeed Adam." Lucifer growled getting in his face. "Just what do you think you were doing?"

"Dancing dumbass, what do you think?"

"With that fucking slut all over you?" Lucifer's eyes turned wholly red, he looked pissed.

Adam smirked, so he was watching him? "What's the matter? You jealous?"

Lucifer growled. "I don't fucking care HOW mad you are at me. You don't go draping yourself over every bimbo in the bar. You are MY boyfriend." Lucifers snarl shifted to a smirk of his own. "Does she know you're my bitch, that you love to take it up the ass for me?" To make his point, his hand moved from Adams waist to his ass, squeezing it hard.

Adam yelped and hissed as the king kneaded his ass with his clawed hand. He moaned when Lucifer pulled roughly at the base of his horn, tilting his head back. "Fuck."

Lucifer got in close to his ear, his breath ghosting over him as he spoke. "You're not being a very good boy tonight, Adam. Picking fights, flirting with others, getting beyond wasted. Maybe I've been too lax lately, I have half a mind to fuck you right here in this bathroom stall for the whole god damned bar to hear. Maybe, that will help to remind you who you belong to, hmm love?"

His words sent shivers down Adams spine. Part of Adams brain told him he should apologize, make things right. The other, however wanted to see how things would turn out. He was well aware that Lucifer would make good on that promise to fuck him right here an now, make him beg for it.

Fuck, if he didn't want that too.

When Lucifer pulled away to look him in the eye, Adam smirked again, sealing his fate. "Bring it."

There will be an NSFW version on my ao3 at some point! @rius-cave consider this a gift!!

[unbecomemes]

nerdy prudes must die sentence starters

songs from the starkid musical. feel free to change phrasing and pronouns as desired.

"my life is hanging on by a thread."

"i can't cut through all the tension."

"it's hell on earth."

"i'm tweeting all about it."

"it's a cruel and unusual brutality."

"it's one hell of a normal abnormality."

"we're friends, aren't we?"

"we succeed together, and we fail together."

"please, [name], don't you wanna help me out?"

"i'm so fucking dead."

"he's got the face of a saint."

"he's a literal monster."

"you all look disappointed."

"i bet you'd call this luck."

"what if i were king of the hill?"

"cheating's a two-way street."

"every crime needs a partner."

"she's smarter than she thinks she is."

"what if people see me as someone other than who am?"

"you got me hypnotized."

"you're looking all filthy-like."

"i'll never, ever tell you to behave."

"love me like you don't care."

"will you pray for me while i pull your hair?"

"i am expecting you to behave."

"on your knees."

"i think i love you more than i should."

"you've got my judgment all cloudy."

"he's just a nerd in disguise."

"she's gonna lure him in with her charm."

"you can't beat him where he's most equipped."

"so we're not gonna kick his ass?"

"you want me to film this?"

"this is where you grow up and accept your fate."

"i hear prison is cushy."

"it's not like we're selling crack."

"did you miss me while i was gone?"

"did you really think you'd get away?"

"i've got a list and you're on it."

"you pushed me off the edge."

"will you pray for me when i'm gone?"

"this is the consequence for what you've done."

"i'm not a loser."

"there's a man on the loose, and he's got a gun."

"we're chasing wild geese."

"you're better on the run than you are hiding."

"suddenly, this quiet town's exciting."

"how can something be medium and well?"

"life is full of all of thе trappings of the well-to-do."

"i was not unhappy about the attention."

"just for once, my life could be just what i wanted."

"i used to dance."

"i never wanted you anyway."

"who's the victim when you shoot me looks?"

"if i loved you, you would know it."

"if i loved you like you should be loved, babe, i'd let you know."

"how's this going to work when you're out of state?"

"the football team will meet your needs."

"the devil has won."

"someone's been a little naughty."

"don't frighten them, you nasty boy."

"one of us is in love, it doesn't take a detective."

"let me be cool this time."

"is it really a crime if you get to live your life to the fullest?"

"what do you think i'm doing?"

"you're not as cool as you think you are."

"you're as smart as i know you are."

"if i loved you, i'd have to let you go."

"if things were different, would you want to go out with me?"

"i never wanted to love you."

"it's like you knew me before you knew me."

"you're the best of me."

"just keep your hand there on my thigh."

"are you hard because you're stressed?"

[keewu]

What VOCALOID/utaite song fits the sds characters?

This is basically me combining my two biggest interests haha, but yeah I've really thought about this.

Meliodas: Aun no Beats. So from what I've read and what I think the meaning of the lyrics is. It's a person who mourns the death of their lover, and not being able to be together anymore (we all know why this checks out) the line that stuck out to me was "we were going to be together forever" anyway I really like this song and I think it fits him.

Elizabeth: Yume to Hazakura. This is a really beautiful song and its very melancholy. It talks about distant memories and unforgettable words, tbh I think it just fits her vibe. For Meliodas I had like a reason I don't think I have for this one. But it fits her and it's a beautiful song.

Diane: Lonely Universe. It was HARD finding a song fitting her man. But I think this is cute and it's her feelings toward King. It's in my opinion about a person who loses someone (King making Diane forget about him) and waits for them to come back, like they are always looking for something. It also feels like the person waiting is quite alone which Diane was after she left the giants, she didn't have anyone since the humans found her scary.

Ban: Vita. I gotta give my man a depressing song bro. So I can't really find the "meaning" of the song so I'll just make my own conclusions. It says "I'm living as best as I can" and "dying as best as I can" and I feel like that resonates with Bans character, you can't tell me that man doesn't want to die when he deliberately went to prison to get tortured. It also says "it's getting worse and worse" which I feel like Ban felt when he said that everyone he likes ends up leaving him.

King: Lemon. Ya'll I cannot not give King the yaoi angst okay. So the song is about grieving for a loved one, someone who's already passed (Helbram hehe) it has lines which are very beautiful like "Even the pain from that day, I still loved it all with you" and "more than I knew I was in love with you" (if you can't tell I really like King x Helbram) overall the melody of the song fits him too and overall I really frickin love this song.

Gowther: Hitomodoki. This is a mafumafu song (one of my fav artists btw) and Hitomodoki means kinda like Pseudo-human which in of itself fits my boy here. As soon as I listened to this song I thought how much it fit Gowther and I could go on a super long rant, but instead I'm just gonna drop some lyrics on you cause you'll see what I mean. "Is this hole I had mistakenly opened within my heart" and "In this human form, without becoming a human" and "oh, my heart — I once wished that you would have stopped" like you get what I'm putting down??

Merlin: Rollin' Girl. I had so many songs for her, like bitter Choco decoration, bad apple, lost ones weeping etc. But I decided to go with the old classic depression song. Again from what I read and how I interpret it, it's about a girl who's very lonely and needs help but never accepts it from other people. Even though she's in pain she want to keep "rolling" each day at a time (continue to live) she always wants to be perfect/succeed. Lyrics: "it doesn't matter how It turns out, that's just a downward hill towards more mistakes" anyway I feel like this song really fits her. Also this song may or may not have been my most played song last year and Merlin may or may not be my favorite character hehe...

Escanor: The reason I wanted to die (Boku wa shinou to omottetanowa. So as you can see this is a depressing song once again (all these mfs be traumatized) and its a really beautiful song that really shows how Escanor feels in my opinion. It sings about reasons to want to die and it's about grief and despair but also hope. The lyrics "The reason I wanted to die is because I hadn't met you yet" and "I fell in love with this world a little more where people like you were born" feels a bit like his feelings toward Merlin which is cute.

This is honestly mostly for myself but if you enjoy reading all this thats great!!

[asoiafzambi]

So since my other Westerosi Kings Guide was such a smashing hit, here is another list with their ages at/and reason for death. Put some none-kings this time too, that came close enough to the throne, that I wanted to mention them.

No not everybody got murdered. Tyrion Lannister's opinions are not a historical source and Maester conspirancies can go fuck themselves.

That said:

63- Aegon I: Stroke (Age)

35- Aenys I: Heart Attack (Stress)

17 - Prince Aegon the Uncrowned: Murder (Dragon-Combat)

36 - Maegor I: Stabbed to death on the Throne (Murder?)

69- Jaehaerys I: Old Age

44- Prince Baelon the Brave: Ruptured Appendix (Appendicitis)

52 - Viserys I: Heart Attack (Diabetes, Obesity)

33 - Princess 😉 Rhaenyra: Execution by dragon (Warfare)

24 - Aegon II: Poison (Suicide?)

36 - Aegon III: Tuberculosis

18 - Daeron I: Murder (Assassination - Warfare)

26 - Baelor I: Anorexia (Mental Illness)

50 - Viserys II: Pneunomia

49 - Aegon IV: Extreme Obesity, Diabetes

55 - Daeron II: Plague

39 - Prince Baelor Breakspear: Fractured Skull (Accident - Combat)

20 - Prince Valarr: Plague

49 - Aerys I: Unknown

56 - Maekar I: Combat, Warfare

59 - Aegon V: Fire/Suffocation by extinguishing sand (Accidential Ritual Murder-Suicide?)

37 - Jaehaerys II: Respiratory Disease (likely underdeveloped lungs from premature birth)

39 - Aerys II: Murder - Stabbed to death (Assassination)

36 - Robert I: Drunk Hunting - Gorged by a Boar (Assassination)

13 - Joffrey I: Poison (Accidental? Assassination)

While Tyrion and the Maesters can fuck off I too have some speculations here:

I like the idea of Aegon II just comitting suicide cause he knew he was done for. But he was so happy about getting married again and having more kids, you'll say. That would be still in line with a manic-depressive person I think. I just like the idea, not super attached to it.

I will die on the hill though, that the poison at the Purple Wedding wasn't meant for Joffrey but for Tyrion. It's just too funny to not be true, I'm afraid. (And it makes zero sense to kill Joffrey BEFORE the wedding night.)

As for Aerys I not even having a cause of death thus far - GRRMy is so unserious sometimes - I'll just be equally unserious and guess a book case fell on him and crushed him.

[iholli]

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🐀 Holli / Rat • 24+ • any pronouns • ficto ace • Decepticon, digital artist, gamer, rat & robot lover, selfshipper

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#heart of mars || Rat King & J'onn J'onzz || DCAU || married || playlist 🌌🐀

together for over a decade, it all started here. Rat King is the original and her existence is completely intertwined with her variants. someday the lore will be written...

✅ selfshippers ❌ canon ships

#💜💖💙 || Vincent "Vinny," Donatello & Leonardo Hamato || Rise of the TMNT || twincest polycule || playlist 🐢🐀

✅ sharing

#ratstatic || Vermin "Ver" & Vox || Hazbin Hotel || boyfriends || playlist 📺👑

✅ sharing

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✅ sharing

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🎨 primary fandoms

Transformers || my current number one! I've seen: TFOne, BBM, TFA, Cyberverse, TFP, RB, RiD2015, Bayverse • currently watching RBA / G1 • pleaseeeeeee talk to me about the robots and or my own robots • Decepticon sympathizer. Megatron Was Right. • Astroblitz, MegOp, SkyStar, WaveWave, way too many to list including all my bestie's ocs and ships

DC || DCAU supremacy 🤘 GLTAS too! • WonderBat, LanternHawk, Razaya • MY FOUND FAMILY. the founding members of the Justice League are literally just my familial f/os. that's home. 💖

Fortnite || god I miss chapter 5. Wrecked come back to me... || Artemis x Camille, Montague x Gambit my beloveds

ROTTMNT || my silly little guys, my found family, my gorgeous 2d,,, #unpauseROTTMNT • Leotello, Raphangelo, Splinter x Draxum (divorced dads lmfao)

Invader Zim || where it all started. • ZaDr, RaPr

Hellaverse || not as active but that will change when the new HH season drops • Chaggie, RadioStatic, M&M, whatever we call Loona x Bee x Vortex (I love you Bee,,,,,,,,,,,)

Marioverse || BIG Mario Kart & Luigi's Mansion fan & I've played all the LM games :] • any variation of Bowser, Luigi, and / or King Boo together ✨

MCU || not active here but I still watch things from time to time, particularly X-Men. I mostly miss Loki. • Magneto Was Right • Octogoblin, Stony, Cherik, PeggyNat, Lokius

🌊 anxious but friendly!

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