#like theres still a decorum???

[on-leatheredwings]

no cuz ur right he’d be the pettiest mf 😭 funniest yandere EVERR that boy is pouting everytime you pay attention to ANYTHING else. he’d get jealous really easily too.. theres this one scene in bridgerton where this guys like omfgg im gonna kill yall i could be w my wife rn 😞 & i think thats just him on missions (i think wally would. not flirt necessarily but make comments about you cuz he knows how silly dick is.. that boy is GRITTINF his teeth pulling his hair rolling his eyes clenching his fists)

I AGREEE..... ESP AS ROBIN I FELT HE WAS SO CHILDISH (well, he was a child.) so if you started dating as teens it'd be so funny 😭😭 remember when he punched a concrete wall AND IT BROKE ? that'd be yj!teen dick if you dated someone else/were oblivious to his feelings...

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Reader: haha yeah i'm just not really looking for anyone rn but if i wassss... i'd want to date...

YJ!Dick inwardly: YEAH?

Reader: probably someone like Kid Flash he's so cool =^_^=

YJ!Dick later: [training in the gym. punches concrete and makes a crater]

Bruce: ... Dick--

YJ!Dick: no yeah i'm good. whelmed, even.

YJ!Dick inwardly: i am not fucking feeling the aster.

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I also like to think (if you knew about him being Robin) you'd love his laughing gimmick. ^_^ it's very cute and playful but somehow still haunting... he'd probably get really flustered and do it more often even.

also YES I REMEMBER THAT... man i loved bridgerton for what it was... im not thaaaat into regency romance but i love the propriety and decorum of it all (as a fantasy.)... so when a man acts 'brutish'/more straightforward, not caring about social conventions, idk that shit is hot...

[kitkatscabinet]

Hcs for drunk wholesome Aegon?

Under the cut for consideration

Aegon is very much a handsy drunk

He clambers all over you if you let him, you are his personal seat/bed.

Though he’ll do this even when it’s completely inappropriate and you’ll often have to sacrifice a hand for him to hold.

He’s like a child in that respect staring at your hand as if it holds all the answers in the world. Tracing the lines on your palm, intertwining your fingers and moving them around. Placing kisses all over it.

he wants kisses, and will tug on your hand and refuse to stop until you turn to give him one.

he really loves when you kiss the tip of his nose and forehead, it makes him feel safe

He’s also very emotional, so even if you try to explain that you can’t cuddle him right now sweetheart he’s liable to start crying.

He thinks you're too good for him, that you’ve fallen out of love with him, that you’ve finally seen him for how pathetic he truly is

If you do have to leave you come back to find your chambers an absolute mess, he's even drunker than when you left him

if he's not still conscious for a few seconds you truly think he's dead

you won't leave his side until he wakes, hands clutching at his face as you checked for his breathing, trying to wake him up

the moment he does you are showering him with love. You pepper him in kisses, you bathe him and wash his hair, all the while whispering how much you love him.

you always adore cuddling Aegon, but theres something about doing it when he's drunk and in a good mood that brings you such joy.

he's giggly, worming into your side and pouting should anyone try and interrupt his allotted cuddle time.

he gets even more annoyed than usual should anyone even look at you when he's drunk, any social decorum you've trained into him flying out the window.

Aegon knows that you love him, but years of harsh treatment under Alicent and Otto mean his still reluctant to let you all the way in. Drunk Aegon has no such thoughts

he loves to ramble about how much he loves you and how much he loves Sunfyre.

During these rants he'll slip between valyrian and common and then attempt to teach you when you gently remind him you aren't fluent

he's a big winy baby that demands your full attention and love

[gaiuskamilah]

love this actually, pls rank the blades lis (plus aerin of course) on the most to least likely to fuck inside a church 🙏

LMFAOOOO OK most to least likely to fuck in a church, the church in this context being the temple of light (and forgetting that theres a diamond scene where u can makeout with tyril/nia in an old temple):

1. mal - he's very much anti-religious orders and their institutional power so i think he'd be sooo down to fuck in a church just as big fuck you to the faith and the people behind it.

2. imtura - initially i was thinking that she and mal share the first spot but imtura does follow orcish faith so i think she'd be just a bit less inclined to fuck in a church in comparison to mal (mal did want to take the gold imtura intended to be an offering to the sea). orcish faith is a lot more decentralized than the Light though and imtura is on the same side as mal on topics regarding this 99% of the time, so she goes in second.

3. aerin - aerin was already pretty knowledgeable about the shit that goes on in the temple of light and while initially he'd have some reservations about fucking in a temple - whether from decorum or shame because of what he's done - i think as long as you make sure you're in a secluded spot you can convince him to fuck LMAO

4. tyril - he's kind of on the same boat with aerin because he has yet to fully unlearn the whole decorum thing with his upbringing, but i put him lower because he also very much actually follows the light and would probably still have some reservations about fucking in a temple. he CAN be persuaded though if his masquerade dance scene is any indication, and he's also lowkey an exhibitionist so i think if you can persuade him to fuck in a church it would be really fun HSJSHSJDJKD

5. nia - THIS ISNT TO SAY SHE WOULDNT FUCK IN A CHURCH BUT i think it would take her more encouragement because despite it all she still follows the Light (more piously than tyril does) and works with the temple. it's a complicated. after you guys fuck she'll probably go on to write a whole new theology about the Light and desire if there isn't already (elves do have gods in relation to sex and desire but i dont think the morella civilizations are past anti-sex modesty stuff tbh JDDKEJKFJD), though i think it would be controversial in morella religious circles with how much of following the Light requires giving up your body - implying that worldly indulgences are Bad

[megamindsecretlair]

🎃 🦇 trick or treat! 🧛‍♂️🦇

You've completely rotted my brain with vampirism and I'm having another vampire phase now because of you bestie...

So.... what are your favourite vampires and or vampire books, films, shows etc.?!

Any spooky inspirations for your amazing Tyrone vampire au?

I LOVE YOU! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Whew, this is a semi long one! Happy Halloween, im sorry I'm late, but I had to think! My recall is ass 💀🤣

Oof, im all over the place. But I'll have to credit Sherrilyn Kenyon on getting me into the sexual side of vamps. The Dark Hunter series remains one of my faves, I've read almost up to ...book 32? Book 33? I lost count. But the author started going through issues with her ex who was coming after her books so she started publishing the same story from different perspectives and i zoned out. Might be time to zone back in 🤔

Of course, have to credit the GOATS - Vampire in Brooklyn and Queen of the Damned. Im now obsessed with the idea of smashing the two together and fuck it, might be my second vamp novel. I'll see what shakes loose 💁🏽‍♀️

First off, Black vamps? Yassss. Black vamps in a position of power that was not "earned" after centures of racism or struggle or Black trauma porn? Double yasss 🙌🏽😩 (I haven't read the Anne Rice books so I could be wrong about my queen but ehh, no one pays me to be right 🤣)

Vamp Tyrone takes some inspo from this. The way the teeth are, the complete devotion to one person and one person only 🤌🏽 the whiff of toxicity 🤣 idk, something about the push and pull between Max and Rita still fn eats 😩🙌🏽 corruption kink for the win 🙌🏽😩 also Dracula fits here too, with Gary Oldman but Ill also take the Luke Evans version 🥵

Can we collectively say fuck Julie Plec? All that aside, this was my shoooowww. This and Originals. The Mikkaelson family 🥵🥵🥵 while I don't bring up the concept of doppelgangers in Vamp Tyrone, I am obsessed with twins, doubles, clones, etc. And obvs that fit with Tyrone.

And lastly, ik ik. Listen, everyone needs trash in their faves and I was, am, and still will be obsessed with this trash ass series. I mean, we can collectively say fuck Stephanie Meyers weird ass, but I love this series and I don't have to defend it 😌

Again, obsessed with the thought of a vamp waiting for their forever partner, the inherent romanticism of vampirism, and the flirt with disaster and death and melancholy that always speaks to me. You can probably guess that Edgar Allen Poe is a fave of mines too 🤣 certified emo over here 😌😌

Theres a lot of things that went into my version of vamps. They can't go out into sunlight, they need blood to survive, they can tolerate normal food but it does nothing for them, they have some decorum now because of technology but Black vamps are on top.

I really dislike going to hunt for a vampire story only to find that white people are vamps and Black people are vampire hunters. Who decided that? Why is it always like that? Why can't I live my best Black vamp life 😩😩😩

And special shoutout to Vampire Academy as well. Is it cheesy? Sure. Am I obsessed? Yes. I'm behind finishing the series chuz the author pissed me tf off in book 3 🤣🤣🤣 she's on a timeout.

Thanks for asking beautiful 😍

[sapphoschoices]

I thought I could answer in private but I don't know why I suddenly couldn't. It didn't worked. So here:

Yes, I enjoy Desire & Decorum very much and still need to catch up. Currently still on Book 1. Eeeekkk, so adorable of you that you remember me and so sweet of you to read my favorite book, Nightbound currently. We'll let each other know, new friend. Love to share each other's opinions. I do see some parallels between Nightbound & Desire and Decorum. But I won't tell since I don't want to spoiler you. Enjoy!!

I must admit that the premium maroon-colored dress with the body chain in that chapter sure is gorgeous. Like wow, good taste Nik Ryder.

Your sweet ask made my day, especially that you remembered me. Thank you!!! Answering this to you privately because you sent it via an anonymous ask, dear @sapphoschoices . I don't know if we interacted before or if you follow me, but thank you very much for this 😘

I'm glad you're enjoying Katherine her romance route. And yes, Cal is such a sweet werewolf. Our fluff piano player with pretty long hair. He's so caring, gentle and kind. And I'm no Cal romancer, lol. My love interest is Nik Ryder. But whichever Love Interests we have doesn't matter as long as we enjoy the book, support eachother and interact like fandom friends.

I personally write fanfics for Nightbound which not only includes romance, but also adventure. Just asking if you're interested or didn't know. But sadly I haven't written any Katherine fics and currently only one Cal Lowell fanfic. Sorry. But Nik Ryder is my favorite Love Interest (currently) and I get more ideas for him. Sorry.

Really glad you're continuing to enjoy D&D, and I'm equally glad that I'm continuing to enjoy Nightbound, as I'm writing this, I've completed up to chapter 9, The Fate is honestly such a cool character, also I loved that boat, the whole aesthetic of this book is sooo cool (i forgot to mention in my ask but the title screen is so gorgeous too, this is a beautiful book)

Also, it's totally fine by me if you answer any of my anons on your own blog, the only reason I sent that one on anon was because this isn't my main (that would be @red-whine-supernova (I recently had a name-change-surgery) from where I do indeed follow you 😊)

I have also seen your Nightbound fics in passing and I will absolutely be getting around to reading them (at least some) once I finish Nightbound, but theres no shame in writing mostly with Nik, we all have our favourites and he's a top notch li, i don't remember the chapters but his story with his family and Elijah is so sad, I hope to learn more about his surrogate father as the story goes on, there's nothing to say sorry for

[rroechan]

Messrs. Shipwright & Seuss

Magic detective OCs

me rambling below (theres a lot)

originally, they were hp fan characters, with houses, wands, patronuses and everything but for varying reasons, they evolved past that and I basically made up a whole world, similar but not entirely. a Lot of changes were just me fixing and then adding waaay too much detail into the magic system (because I go rabid for world building)

eg. i threw that whole witch = girl, wizard = boy thing FAR out the window. Those are basically titles now that classifies what sort of magic user are you. Regular peeps are Mages, 'Wizard' is basically like a phd, Witches are homeschooled, Warlocks are the equivalent to 'fucked around, found out'. I could go more in depth if ppl r interested,,,

Dr.Shipwright

one on the right

pseud Jeers Shipwright, real name Noah Silkryce

Holds the title of wizard, is an actual genuine doctor whom specialises in the treatment and study of magic cores (a magic user's source of magic located very literally inside their bodies)

he lives in the two story apartment above the storefront thats basically their detective office

his apartment is meant for like a family of 4 but he has So Many Books. Even copies of the same book because theyre "collector's edition" or something other. My god, one quarter of his collection is untouched and still in their packaging because he hasnt finished the ones hes already opened yet.

He'll read about anything you throw at him but he enjoys fiction the most

Eccentric (read, i projected all of my neurodivergence onto him)

aside from loving books to no end, he also enjoys wearing funky patterns. different coloured & patterned socks, arcade floor pants, etc etc. Even at a funeral, if you looked close enough, his necktie has black cat patterns on it.

(He started doing it cause one of his favourite book characters did it. Perseus is ever grateful Noah didnt pick up the character's accent as well)

he looks charming but has nearly zero social skills. Best part is that its not that he doesnt try, he just doesnt bother with it. he leaves all the talking part to Perseus

Mr. Seuss

one on the left

pseud Seuss Dreammaker, real name Perseus O. Coy

Originally part of the Magic Police but left to join Noah in becoming a detective duo. He still retains some favorability from the magic police, specifically the current police chief whom he used to apprentice under.

She, the police chief, is one of the ways the two get their cases

While Noah uses a wand for most magic, Perseus uses a foil sword disguised as a cane

the magic police use magic swords.

Perseus also just. Knows fencing cause hes from a pureblood richie magic family

yea theres blood politics in this too but in the timeline, its cooled waaay the fuck down by the time Noah and Perseus got out of secondary school

coming from a pureblood family, his tastes lean a bit more to the expensive side, especially for food.

him and his parents travelled a lot thus Perseus having a very broad flavour pallette. At some point he'd began his own secret little food journal rating and writting down dishes and recipes he's picked up. (he learnt how to cook purely because the school food was far too bland. Just imagine younger him as that one person on tiktok who cooked a wellington in their dorm)

He acts plenty reserved but he can be very excitable when it comes to new things, not just food. Though, he doesn't show it well unless prompted to.

"Decorum, remember decorum" old lessons die hard. His form of being excited or interested is just very subdued, Noah is always first to notice and will push Perseus into trying something.

I wanted to say that Noah is "La la la la" and Perseus is "Ok ok ok ok" but I failed to clarify that they're both cousins, related by their great-grandparents. This isn't something I threw in, this is relevant to the plot and how they meet each other

one last fun fact abt these two: they're technically legacy characters based off my other hp ocs who are like, great-grand uncle and aunts to these two.

its a nightmare, its insanity, but its very funny to me

[sematary-drive]

elderly man got mad at me bc he ordered two large iced coffees and it was 3.30 and i had to explain that the iced coffees aren't exactly 1 dollar plus theres tax and he was still like "but theyre ONE dollar 😡 shouldnt you have just charged me TWO dollars?!" as if i chose how much to charge him..... he was holding up the line too like can you please have some decorum....

[mcl38]

why did i think u were british this whole time. i just now noticed the romanian and i have been following u for an embarrassingly long time. omg i'm so sorry.

i was going to ask u if the UK is really this puritanical bc like. i was raised by some right-wingers who taught me that if i even danced with someone i was not married to, i would spend eternity burning in hell, and i still couldn't rlly bring myself to care abt a guy in his mid-20s making sex jokes enough to be offended abt it. but i mean u are not british so that doesn't matter now.

this also begs the question why are ppl getting moral/life advice from multimillionaires. like if lando gets a STD, he just goes and gets treatment. if an american gets a STD, they go bankrupt. u rlly have to put how promiscuous u can be in perspective of ur circumstances unless u want gangrenous genitals from chlamydia. also like if ur george russell or lance stroll or max verstappen or— and u physically harm someone, all u have to do is issue an apology. if ur quite literally a normal person, ur going to jail for that shit like u cannot behave like a multimillionaire under any circumstances unless u are also a multimillionaire bc one of three things will happen: 1) jail, 2) bankruptcy, 3) the end.

sorry for making u read my incoherent thoughts again but i know u appreciate a good landogate. i just don't really get this one. like wow local man in his twenties cracks nsfw jokes w his friends and experiences horniness. did these people never become traumatized by omegle. bc this isn't abnormal behavior for a man in his 20s spotted in the wild online. it's actually quite tame.

hi anon! so like first off ur not entirely wrong abt the british thing - i am romanian but ive been living in the uk for like 4 years now, u mightve seen a reference to that and assumed i was english. but bc ive been living there for a while i can quite confidently say that no, english people are not generally puritanical at all, much less than in america anyways. maybe theres more value put on decorum and politeness but i generally associate religiously-fuelled prudishness with american protestantism lmao. anyways

my thing is ive just come back from a vacation where i had no roaming so i genuinely have no idea whether ive missed smth major lmao. from what i could tell the thing ur talking abt is lando making dirty jokes on stream and ppl allegedly getting upset at that (??) which unless thats all been happening on twitter and i just havent seen it bc i deleted the app (god bless) (likely), the whole 'drama' seems to stem from one clickbait article by a clickbait sports news publication that seems to b based in india rather than the uk. was this abt the way landos (british) friends responded to him on stream? bc from what i could tell they were also participating in the moaning and calling themselves daddy activities. otherwise like what predominantly british public did u see upset? its quite odd as a thing to happen

not saying this isnt a pattern w lando tho - back in 2020 idk if u were around but if u were, u should rmbr how dire the situation was. basically anyone who'd make a sex joke around lando was essentially corrupting god's most darlingest little baby boy, how dare they. theres a certain amount of infantilisation around lando that thank god isnt happening as much anymore but maybe its reared its ugly head again. or, if ppl r getting mad at him for Corrupting His Audience (if theyre getting mad at all - again ive only seen ppl saying it was totally fine and funny), then this just represents his full flip into the whore part of the madonna whore dichotomy. the same reason miley cyrus twerking at the 2013 vmas wouldve been so much more scandalous than another female singer that hadnt previously had a child-friendly teen star image.

i dont rly know how to address the whole life advice paragraph - i rly dont think lando talking abt a girl character in fortnite shooting cream out of her palms or propellers or smth is exactly life advice. lando specifically has quite a complicated relationship w his position as a role model and he often worries abt the 'advice' he gives ppl - smth thats also like, true, hes a v sheltered 23 year old who lacks a lot of normal life experiences bc his professional career basically started around age 7. idrk what to say abt the whole std thing bc like not only have i not heard lando talk actual details abt his potential promiscuity beyond a couple vague jokes, but also bc ive never had to think abt going into debt over chlamydia doamne pazeste. also like idk if i push someone nothing happens but if max verstappen does it on an international broadcast he has to do community service for it so 🤷🏻‍♀️ u win some u lose some. not rly sure of the point u wanted to make if im totally frank lol

tldr like yeah f1 drivers r mainly irresponsible athletes in an extreme sport and u shouldnt model ur life after them. but also op ur life sounds terrifying like 'jail / bankrupcy / the end' sounds like either the way US capitalism works (big up the prison industrial complex) or oscar wilde's new years resolutions in january 1895 lmao

[phosphosuppmain]

SIR YES SIR(gender neutral)

Okay his name is uhh uhh Avarice. And he's a bunny dude!! He works as an author but he hates all his writing and constantly seeks validation from all of his friends, as you do. AU TIME

Coffee shop au - he's a barista, his friends are all regulars- and there's this one guy 🫢����

Apocalypse au - OKAY SO THERES A COUPLE OF THESE BUT ONLY BECAUSE OF DIFFERENT APOCALYPSE SCENARIOS... 1 is zombie apocalypse... And he's the one who manages the numbers and schedules scouting parties to go find food and resources when they need it. 2 is one based on an rp server I'm in! (I love oramor) He's a tinkerer! Works along side another oc of mine, Theodore, to try and preserve the memory of extinct animals by making robots and puppets of them!. 3 is based on one I'm writing atm, red crystal infestation time. He's dead, he's inside one of the crystals. He will cameo when I actually get around to writing again.

High fantasy au - sorcerer... A really cocky sorcerer. "Hahaha you puny wizards and your books. Why not just flick your wrist and create fire!!!" (ends up burning down some innocent persons house or setting himself on fire) He's in a party of 5 and they all kinda hate him I think

Highschool au - English Language and Literature student... Also studying fine art because he likes painting a lot :3 still has the same friends <3

God au - he's the god of... Either poetry or small critters. Good friends with the goddess of gold and the lord of flowers.... They like making art together...

Hanahaki au - IT HAD TO BE DONE IM NOT SORRY- he's the one being pined for- and he's so oblivious. Can't believe this guy is gonna kill someone because he can't tell when someone is flirting with him.

Gothic au - Lives in a large gothic style mansion with an Addams family style family- he's the pugsley of the house me thinks (and don't come at me I haven't watched every single iteration of the Addams family) he's chaotic, gets picked on a lil and doesnt give two shits about decorum.

Rival companies au - don't question it. It's like a different version of an office au. It's like the lemonade stand Vs the girl scouts cookies stand but larger. He's just an office worker but the CEO of the rival company has the hots for him... But it wouldn't be professional!!! So he just tries really hard to scout him to join HIS company so neither Avarice or his boss think too much about it other than "raaaahhg I steal your employees mwahahahah"

Office au - like I said before, just a random office worker. Doesn't really know what he's doing but he's getting paid so it's fine!!!!

Alien invasion au - he is the alien that invaded!!! Because he's a bunny... Weirdly people really like his species.. which is great because he's gonna brainwash them all and take over the planet!!! Mwahahahah

(someone please give me more au ideas wehehehehe)

Avarice btw!!

He's got brown hair, lighter brown ears, tan-olive skin with lots of freckles and moles aaaand the sweetest chocolatey brown eyes

make a self insert oc and make 1,000,000 aus with them. NOW!

[dad-friend]

a lot of gen z (and a good bit of millenials) have grown up w media where the main character is willing to sacrifice everything for the people around them (hp, pjo, bleach, etc)

and that kinda shows in our overall psyche and worldview (bad mental health, willingness to body-slam a cop [not that im against that! acab], recklessness, eating tide pods and spoonfuls of cinnamon, etc),

so its super interesting to see media in the last few years (esp kids media) directly rebelling against that and insisting that you should take care of yourself too (she-ra aka spop, frozen 2, etc)

[amourlyns]

HEYYYY!!! i really like your writing, so i wanted to request a harry shepherd x fem!reader if you could. Any prompt would do!! I kinda like this man but also don't really like him.. so im wondering if you can write for him since he has no fics at all. Thank youuuuu!!!!

‧ 🧟🪦💀

[ HARRY SHEPHERD ]

+ FEM!READER

𝓢𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ⌕ You decided to put an end to whatever bullshit Harry to say

𝓜𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝓣𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 ━━ LMAOO, it’s a love hate relationship w/ you n Harry then, I’m not really a Harry stan 💔💔 ➜    masterlist

𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ━━ none

⠀ | IF THERES ONE THING ABOUT HARRY Shepherd you despise, it’s his anger and smart mouth, you’ve been on the light calvary crew with Harry, Noah, and Owen since the very beginning. They could be considered family— your closest friends in fact.

Sure, they might be a little rough on the edges but they’re still loveable, well minus harry.. seriously, why does the dude feel the need to be a huge asshole all the time? Makes you wonder if he even thinks with his brain sometimes.. and sure, despite all the insults he is an amazing rider and you couldn’t fault him on that— but he has terrible sportsmanship, like where is his decorum for christ sake ?

It’s around 7pm by the time you Noah and Harry head out, the idiot fucked up his bike so you needed to get it fixed, you really only showed up so you could get some fresh air, of course you couldn’t leave on an empty stomach. Noah and Harry agreed on fried chicken.

Despite being American, Korean friend chicken has to be your favorite type of chicken, it’s absolutely heavenly— like damn! you were fond of Korean already. It’s hard not to love the country i mean look at the lights and the people, plus you were here with your friends— Noah, Owen .. and .. Harry

Harry wasn’t found of you either, he hated how stuck up you were— you were a damn goodie two shoes who just wouldn’t bend. You were always so nice to your competition and never backed down from a fight, ❪ which was almost endearing ❫ almost. But what the hell was he thinking? he has never, ever views in that light before so why now?

Harry’s signature scowl formed on his face, something about seeing a solem man eat away at some friend chicken was hilarious, a hearty chuckle escapes you and all he could do was scoff.

❛ Is there somethin’ funny? ❜ all you could do was smile and nod him off ❛ Your face. Your face is pretty damn funny❜ this elicits a small cackle from Noah, her teal hues widening in amusement, her laugh only eggs on the biker, making large strides towards your resting frame.

You’re way too nonchalant and it’s pissing him off why won’t you just flinch? He’s all up in your face and all you do it’s give him a stank eye and a scrunched up nose. He just can’t get through to you, he’s close, real close. You’re just now realizing that.

A hand reaches out to push on Harry’s chest, your head tilts at a certain degree ❛ Did I strike a nerve? ❜ A deep exhale leaves him ❛ Fuck you man, fuck you ❜ all you smell is his poultry breath, you “gag”, waving him off with a chuckle ❛ you should stop being such an asshole Harry, have some respect for yourself. ❜ oh you fucking sucked

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

I was wondering how similar is your personality and/or background is to Jensen's? What do you have in common? Where are you polar opposites?

omfg i love this holy shit you have no idea. this is a long ass answer so im putting some of it under the cut :)

for personality, im also pretty blunt and to-the-point. it drives me fucking insane when people dont just say what they want to say, and ive purposefully had a lot of instances where jensen is the same way in the fic im working on. also, jensen is a very private person, and im the same way. generally, i tend to keep my characters pretty similar as far humor and demeanor, so i know a lot of that is the same

for opposites, jensen is much more willing to be fun and let go ig. hes not afraid to make a fool of himself from time to time. also, ngl im a bit meaner than jensen is. yes, we both call people out for their shit, but jensen does it with a lot more decorum asdfghjk. ive been told many times not to handle a problem because i come off much harsher than i mean to, but jensen would be asked to fix a problem yk

~~~

as far as background, we differ a lot in the literal sense, but i always tend to include some similarities for the underlying themes. one of the biggest examples is probably jensen's mom and his relationship to her

personally, im pretty sick and tired of seeing the storyline of perfect parents, murderer/evil parents, or dead parents. those tend to be some of the most popular tropes, and 99% of them are inaccurate. i want to see more good people who are bad parents, which is exactly how jensens mom is. not the funny, anecdotal "im a bad parent," but parents who have no idea how to handle a kid. i grew up around people who didnt know how to handle neurodivergency, and had short tempers, and thats something i wanted to show through jensen. yeah okay, they fight a lot and she barely knows how to talk to him, but they still love each other. no they dont talk much after he moves away, but they still love each other. they dont really like each other, but they love each other

even though they have all these problems, how they cant communicate effectively and inevitably piss each other off with most conversations, they still care about each other. jensen has plenty of problems he'll be dealing with late in life because of it, but he would rather have her in his life than not (and if somebody talks bad about her, you can bet on their ass getting handed to them)

overall, theres far more differences than similarities between our background, but i still wanted to show that middle-ground of parenting and its effects. as for differences, im not gonna put my whole life on display obviously, but our entire circumstances were different. jensens an only child with one parent in the house, and that alone is completely off from my own experience.

[elpida]

Again, as if Sienna had moved at all, as if she hadn't been through something so traumatic. The ambulance ride she'd wavered in and out of consciousness and when she did come back in those glimpses she had not been.. herself, she'd been writhing in pain and it was almost unfair to let her be awake and in agony. Stable, they said, but it'd been days now and she'd not moved a muscle. The nurses had been kind enough to brush through her blood matted hair and wash away as much as they could of the blood staining her skin but christ, she had remained pale for days. It did eventually wear away, some colour returned to her skin, the worst thing was that Sienna was just... still. Breathing, alive, sure... but she was so silent, so unmoving.

'A lot of rest' they said, they'd also said how lucky she was to have been alive, that she must have been holding on long enough to get to this hospital and just how much pain she must have been in from her injury. They made sure she was comfortable though, fluffed her pillows despite being so soundly asleep, made sure she had enough morphine to not be so unconsciously in pain.

Her dreams though, that whole time she'd just been dreaming of her ideal world, a world where they basked in the comfort of a home that was theres, she hung plants everywhere, he decorated it with mood and decorum. "Tommy." she called, walking in with two breakfast smoothies and a beaming smile because today sunlight was streaming through the windows, or at least it had been.. she walked into that room and he was gone, darkness was rolling in like the world was about to swallow them whole. When she looked down she was covered in blood and dropped the glasses, screaming and screaming until she heard him call for her and ran down the hallway.. only it was longer but god, she ran, ever towards his voice questioning her name. The floor started to collapse and it was that precise moment that Sienna thought she was swallowed hole that she woke, her voice croaky and shallow, her panic evident by the increase of the heart monitor.

"Tommy—" she choked out, gasping and trying to move but the more she tried to push herself up the more panic she felt rising, she was so sore, god so sore. How sweet, that her first words of consciousness were calling out to him and she had been calling out to him from the start. "I have to— to get— she was, was right there and—" she had to remember to breath first.

She couldn't help but stare to him in confusion before her eyes rapidly started to glance around the room, where they were. "Did May get away, she was right there she was, just right there and— and she wouldn't come with me, things were wrong, it was all... so much was wrong, where is— ahh!" she hissed, she'd moved far too quick and her face scrunched. Her hands resting over her torso. Shit that hurt. "There was so much wrong, did anyone else get hurt? Is everyone okay?" There was the stark difference between her and his wife, Sienna actively cared without it being an act, about their entire film crew, their co stars, the people in their audience. She'd let herself lay back but she wasn't aware how long it'd been.. she assumed it'd been hours, just a few hours. It'd been far more than that. "My throat.." it was so dry, of course it was bound to be, all of her nutrition had come from a drip.

“Shh shh shh.” Tommy tried to shush her down and wished with every inch of his body that she would finally stop talking and just focus on staying awake. He didn’t care about his wife. Didn’t care about the cameras or the flashing light. All that counted was right here in his arms and he couldn’t let her go again. How should he ever live on without the person that brought so much life back to him? For the first time in ages he could feel himself when he was with her. He didn’t need the drugs, didn’t need the booze to drown himself away from his reality. Sienna had become his reality and no matter how much it hurt to love her, no matter how hard their fights or how painful their longing, with her Tommy was himself again and he could never ever let that go.

“I’m here baby, I’m here. Stay with me, I beg you.” Her eyes were so weak, so fearful before they closed and her body relaxed, but Tommy’s scream was probably echoing through the walls of every room until finally help found their way to them. He cried and punched and fought for his life so it was nearly impossible to make him step away from her so the doctors could work, but the smell of his bloody hands sliding along his mouth and into his hair was something he wouldn’t forget that fast just like his throat that stayed sore for days.

***

“Again? You’re seriously going there again?” The next days had been hell. Tommy only left Siennas bed when she was stable. After 48 hours of being awake he only stumbled under the shower to wash the damn blood off his hands. Mays reaction was the worst though. For some reason she insisted on him staying home and always asked if she was awake again and if they talked. Tommy was too exhausted to question it. He just came home, showered, slept on the couch and went back to the hospital. Every day. Every night.

Until one day he had his head hanging low and his hands folded as he stared at the floor next to her bed. “What the fuck am I doing here?” Outside of the hospital people could see him. People could ask questions why he was there every night. Every police officer gave him a side eye and with the time Tommy was convinced they even suspected him to be the shooter. That day he was close to giving up before anyone would suspect the worst, but then her voice was bringing him back to reality. “Sienna?”

[poptod]

Pretty, Little Doll (Merriel Shelton x Reader)

Description: Merriel makes friends with the pretty little doll serving ice cream.

Notes: jus thinking about ice cream. implied female reader, but this.. is too much. theres just too much here. youve been warned. edit: wait no u havent. the warning is that theres suggestive themes and such WC: 2.3k

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After working long hours in the broiling sun of the south, what felt best down his parched throat was a beer––a bar where many of his friends and coworkers drank at, and the waitresses wore low-cut dresses with short hems and long stockings. That sight went down wonderfully with several drinks, but what drew his attention today was a newly opened shop.

There was no sign, but the large, pristine windows gave a good view of the inside. Clean, white walls with several tables and chairs to the left, and a counter to order at on the right. Behind it stood you, dressed to the nines in ruffles and bows as you opened up the shop, displaying buckets of ice cream.

Merriel grinned. Lopsided and toothy, and he jogged inside, sweat and dirt still trailing down his skin and clothes. With his shirt slung over his bare shoulder, he met your eye and his cocky smile returned as his chin tilted high.

"Afternoon," he drawled as he approached the counter, barely grazing over the different flavors before returning to you.

"Good afternoon," you said in a much quieter voice, though you did mimic his smile, just more politely. "How may I help you?"

"You new here?" He asked, gesturing generally to the shop.

"Oh, yes," you said. "My grandmother always wanted an ice cream parlor, so.. I thought I could help her."

"That's awful sweet of ya," he said as he leant on the counter, tilting ever closer to you. "This ice cream sweet as you, boo?"

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening as you did a double take. For a moment you were at a loss for words, but you quickly attempted to stammer out a response, a blush burning your face.

"Well, um, we have, uh, strawberry, and um.. chocolate, vanilla, cherry, and uh, banana. And bourbon."

"Bourbon?" He said, a single brow kinked upwards.

"It's my grandma's favorite," you said with a sheepish chuckle.

"Damn, girl. Grandma knows how to have fun," he laughed.

"Would you like to try it?"

Only if I can lick it off you, he thought, his attention drifting to the soft skin of your neck. The thought of it melting down and pooling in your clavicle. While usually he didn't bother to censor himself for anyone, you seemed a little fainthearted. His chances with you would probably be ruined after one too-strange comment.

"Sure," was what he said instead. "Long as it's cold I don't care."

"I understand that. I moved here recently and it's certainly something to try and adapt to the heat," you rambled as you stuck a tiny plastic spoon in the bourbon ice cream, giving him the single bite. "Are you a local?"

"Been here long's I remember," he said, taking the spoon. "What time do ya get off today?"

"Oh, um," you fixed the ruffles on your collar, "I won't be finished till late. We're not all set up yet."

"If y' need some help, I'd be happy to offer my expertise. I do a hell of a lot a' nailin' things ta the wall."

You stared at him again, once more losing your words. He hadn't quite meant what he said, but the fluster he left you in had him grinning, humored by the connotation you'd incorrectly understood.

"That – that'd be very nice of you," you said, wringing your hands. "I don't want to bother you. You look.. busy."

He didn't miss how your eyes raked up his body, from his wrinkled, dusty pants up his bare waist and chest still gleaming with the sweat of morning work. His jaw could cut hearts and he knew that very well; accented it whenever he could as he cocked his chin upwards, watching carefully as your breath froze.

"I won't be busy tonight. How 'bout this." He walked up right to the counter, pressing his hips into the edge of it. "I come after I finish up ma' own job, and I'll give ya' a hand. Don't even gotta pay me."

"Really? But –"

"Don't worry 'bout it. 'S nothin' for a pretty doll like you."

"At least let me get you a cone? It's hot out today," you offered, reaching for the largest waffle cones you had.

The guys wouldn't really take well to him eating ice cream instead of drinking, but he figured they'd eat their words when they saw you.

"Won't say no to that."

As much as he wanted to boast about you, how pretty and sweet you were and how he so easily slid his way into your life, he didn't want his friends finding your shop and vandalizing it with their own dirty boots and flirtatious looks. Only he could do that.

In the evening he returned as promised, having walked from his house on the outskirts of town to your shop on the main street. The build, decorum, and location of the shop screamed rich family to him. No one in his state would be able to afford a business on main street, much less fully renovated and repainted. He could ask you, he decided, about your family, your grandmother, and of course you.

Inside, you were closing up the tubs of ice cream, hauling them out of the display case and into a back storage room. He knocked before he entered, earning a muffled 'come in!' from you.

Before either of you could speak, both the buckets in your arms began to slip, and he ran round to the other side of the counter to help. He took one from you to ease the load.

"Careful, cher," he said, grabbing another bucket in his other arm. "Don't wanna break yaself."

"Thank you," you said, mostly ignoring his comment. "My grandma is in the other room, so just, um.. be polite and proper."

Fat fuckin' chance, he thought in his head, but fortunately did not say aloud as he followed you.

The door swung open into a freezer room, where an old lady stood in the corner, covered head to toe in coats as she stirred.

"I keep telling you to let me do that," you sighed, setting down your container before rushing to her side.

"I can do it quite well myself. I'm not useless, you know," your grandmother said, staring you down with a glare. You hesitated, gauging her carefully, before you relented with another exasperated sigh.

"Fine, alright," you said quietly. "I'll go work on hanging up all the paintings and such."

"Thank you, dear."

You motioned to him as you passed by, pushing open the door and heading out of the freezer. He once again followed you, watching your ass with a grin you never saw.

"We need to hang up these," you said as you brought him to one of the circular tables, each of which carried a small pile of paintings, license plates, or tin posters.

"You got a ladder?" He asked, glancing to the high walls.

"Yes sir," you said, sorting through the different posters. He quirked a brow, intrigued by the possibility of that nickname.

"I neva did get ya name," he said as he leant on one of the tables.

"(Y/N). What's yours?"

"Pretty name for a pretty doll," he half sung, the same, one-sided smile stretched lazily across his face. "My name's Merriel."

"Also a pretty name," you said, picking the largest poster to start with. A pin-up girl in a sailor's suit. "Our ladder isn't all that steady. Will you hold it for me?"

He opened his mouth to offer himself up, but with one look to the ruffled skirt you wore, he shut himself up.

"'Course," was what he said instead.

Everything was a bit of a game––one you were unwittingly a part of, and one where you played your role rather well. A sweet, unassuming little thing, essentially a toy for him, accepting his help and letting him in. He hated to act the predator, but when it came to you he couldn't help it.

That was how he saw it. Hunting you down and taking you for his own at the end of a long chase. However, to any outsider, it appeared in a much simpler way; a young man doing anything for someone he'd developed a crush on. That was how it truly was, though the innocence of his crush was abruptly stripped away as he held the ladder, staring shamelessly up your skirt.

"Merriel?"

"Huh?" He said, broken out of his dreamy trance.

"I said could you hand me another nail," you said, pointing towards the package of nails with your hammer.

"Oh. You sure ya ain't gonna fall if I leave?" He asked with a grin. You chuckled, shaking your head.

"I'll be alright."

"If you say so, boo."

After a little while he supposed he ought to offer some more help than holding a rickety ladder, and took your place at the top with a hammer in his hand and nails in his mouth. As promised, his experience with nailing things to the wall (nails specifically, not women) made him much faster than you, and the entirety of the wall behind the counter was covered within fifty minutes.

"Thank you for your help, again," you said as you put away the hammer and nails.

"My pleasure," he said, the image of your thighs still fresh in his mind. "If y' ever need help.. I'm happy t' to be of service."

"Well, thank you. Come stop by again soon. On the house," you said as he left, peeking your head out the door and giggling.

"You know I'm stoppin' by again, get two things done in one trip. Some'in sweet for th' eyes and the tongue," he laughed, watching your face light up with a blush.

And it ain't just the ice cream, he thought.

Over the course of the coming summer, he left drinking for the evening, and instead visited your shop over his lunch break. You insisted on giving his cones for free considering he continued to help you out, but he usually found ways to sneak you the money anyway. You were not, as he assumed earlier, a very rich family.

His favorite activity, which he found rather early on, was to sit outside on burning hot days, his shirt draped over the back of his chair as he ate. Through the pristine glass, he spied you watching him often.

You couldn't help it either. Most of your life was spent in your family cabin, cutting you off from many teen and early adulthood experiences. People flirting with you was a lot to deal with, especially when it came from someone as pretty as him, the smooth dips and ripples of his lean muscles shining with sweat and dirt from his construction site.

His tongue. Ever since he made that comment on that first evening you met, you hadn't been able to get it out of your mind. How it rolled and drawled between his puffy lips drawn backwards with his teeth, in a very specific method you'd pinned down to 'the Tongue Thing'.

Your heated, embarrassed blush only worsened as ice cream dripped down his fingers from the heat, cleaned up by a sharp and precise tongue. You could hardly breathe watching him like that, but as he caught your eye you turned quickly away.

His bravado had clearly earned a huge boost from catching you mid-drool, prevalent in his step as he waltzed back into your store. You hardly met his eye, pretending to clean up the counter, but that didn't stop him. He walked right up to you, leaning down with his elbows on the stone, forcing you to stop and look at him, which you did with incredible reluctance.

"You been watchin' me, cher?" He asked, close enough to see his reflection in your wide eyes.

"No," you said quietly.

"A' think you're lyin'," he said, leaning in closer yet. "Betta' not do that. Could land you in some trouble."

You raised your brows.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not with anythin' ya can't take," he said as he raked his eyes purposefully slow down your body. When you appeared to be at a loss for words, he said, "I'll ask ya again. Were you watching me?"

"... and if I don't answer?" You tested carefully.

"Well then, I think there's too much space between us," he said, grinning cockily as he jumped the counter, crowding you suddenly.

You drew in a sharp breath, backing up as he continued to step forwards till he pinned you to the wall with his hips.

"Tell the truth, baby." he drawled, carefully setting his hands on your hips and pulling you in. Something hard poked you.

"I – I wasn't staring, I –"

He half-grinded into you, pressing you tighter against the wall as his hands drew upwards, resting at your waist.

"Such a pretty thing," he mumbled beneath his breath, watching your stumbling reaction closely.

By pinning you with his hips, he had free roam to move his hands, one of which toyed with the hem of your skirt. It was wrong, certainly, and it was also illegal since you were in plain view of main street, but he lost control the minute his fingertips brushed the soft, supple skin of your thigh.

Your breathing hastened, hips yearning for something, though you didn't know what. When the rough skin of his fingers suddenly brushed inbetween your thighs your hands shot up to steady yourself on Merriel's shoulders. He laughed, running a finger through your lips, finding you already soaked and not wearing underwear. Instantly his laugh faded, devolving into a long, needy moan as his hips once more pushed up into you.

"Th – there's someone – someone coming," you said, eyes darting to the front door.

Immediately he was off you, stepping to the side as you straightened yourself out. You walked forward with shaky legs, which he most definitely noticed, and took the mother and son's orders as usual. When you finished you glanced to him, your heart stopping at the sight of him licking your slick from his fingers.

"I guess your ice cream is as sweet as you, boo," he murmured in your ear, giving you no chance to react before rushing back out to return to his construction job.

[haloshornsinkstains]

Five Times Kore Went Drinking With the Devildom

Kore is my MC/semi self-insert for Obey Me. Enjoy some drunken chaos with her and a few faces from the Devildom.

Content warning: Alcohol, Mammon-style scams, pranks, Mammon slander, witches

1. Diavolo

"Lucifer, apologies for the interruption, but you may wish to come collect your human." Lucifer frowned at the handset, the beginnings of a headache already beginning to prod at the space behind his eyes. "Barbatos. She went to the castle to finish the festival preparations with Lord Diavolo less than an hour ago. What could she possibly have managed to do already?" On the other end of the line Barbatos chuckled, poorly hiding it behind a cough. "I'm afraid in this case it is my Lord's doing. Miss Kore had all the preparations finished shortly after her arrival, however the Young Master recently acquired some rare drink from a visiting emissary and wished to share it with his favourite human…" Lucifer bristled on the other end of the line, growling slightly into the static left by Barbatos' sudden pause. "Barbatos, what is happening?" A few more beats of silence and the muffled sound of a handset being picked up. "Apologies. The Young Master requested some water for Miss Kore. She is quite alright, no need to fret Lucifer. However the drink had a rather more pronounced effect on human biology than we anticipated. I thought you might want to collect her while she's still awake, I can always put her up in one of the spare rooms if you prefer…" Lucifer sighed. "I'll collect her. The headache I'll be subjected to if she disappears for a night with no warning isn't worth it." "Very well. I'll see you shortly."

By the time Lucifer arrived at the castle the dull ache in his head had become a slow throbbing. One that only spiked in intensity as Barbatos led him through to the room where Diavolo and Kore were supposed to be discussing the festival. Instead he found Kore curled up sleepily in the Prince's lap, one hand absentmindedly stroking through his hair as she murmured nonsense at him. Half a bottle of some strange liquid and two empty goblets abandoned on the table before them. Diavolo at least seemed to be enjoying himself, if her occasional mumblings of "your smile is so pretty" were anything to go by. Barbatos sighed, sounding far too much like a Demon who had seen such nonsense one too many times, and cleared his throat. "My Lord. Lucifer has come to collect his charge." Diavolo looked up, the sparkle in his eyes dimming ever so slightly as the words sunk in. In his lap Kore shifted, retrieving her hand from his hair and guzzling into his broad chest. "Oh. Barbatos, I thought she might be able to stay? It's rare I get to entertain guests casually." Good grief, he looks like a kicked puppy. Lucifer thought, shaking his head. "Try explaining that to my brothers." He grumbled under his breath, earning a raised eyebrow from the butler. "I am sure we can arrange that another day Young Master. But I believe Miss Kore has plans with the brothers and it would be rude to interrupt." Diavolo nodded, though he was still pouting ever so slightly. Gently he squeezed her shoulder, bumping her awake with a shift of his knee. "Kore, Lucifer is here to bring you home." He murmured. Kore blinked slowly, eyes widening almost comically when she spotted Lucifer standing in the doorway. "Oh no." Diavolo let out a booming laugh, shaking his head at her. "As much as I would like to keep you here all night, I believe you have plans?" She frowned a little, thinking for a few moments before nodding happily, eyes sparkling. "Movie night! You should come too Dia." "I'm afraid my Lord has duties to attend to. Perhaps some other time Miss Kore?" Barbatos cut in before Diavolo could answer. "Oh, okay. Next time I visit I'll bring a film and we can have a movie night." She smiled, slowly extracting herself from his lap. Lucifer darted forwards to catch her as she tripped on her own feet a few steps away from the desk, holding her up against his chest with a sigh. "Perhaps next time you can forgo the mystery liquids Lord Diavolo?" He hummed. “The human is quite enough trouble sober.” With those final words he turned on his heel and headed out of the castle.

As they headed out of the doors and back towards the House of Lamentation, Kore peered up at Lucifer. “Lucifer?” She asked quietly, brows pulled together slightly as she spoke. “How much trouble am I in?” The eldest sighed and shook his head. “While I cannot say I’m exactly pleased by your utter lack of decorum, I am aware it wasn’t your idea to get drunk. So, I won’t punish you too harshly.” Kore pouted a little, staring up at him with as innocent an expression as she could manage. “Still sounds like I’m in trouble.” “You are. In case you have forgotten you were sat in the Prince of Devildom’s lap petting his hair. If you thought such behaviour would go unpunished then you’ve learned nothing since coming here.” She sighed. “His hair is really soft, you should try it too Lucy, it’s soothing.” “Quit while you’re ahead Kore. I would hate to ban you from movie night after all the trouble I went to to collect you.”

2. Mammon

“Oi oi! Kore!” The human turned from where she was sitting at her desk, arching an eyebrow at the white-haired demon in her doorway. “What’s up Mammon?” She hummed, tilting her head. “Oh! Did you get another contract for Devil Style?” He flushed and rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting to the pile of magazines safely stacked in one corner. A collection of every issue of a magazine he’d modelled for, one she’d been so embarrassed about in the beginning. “N-no. Not that. I just had a great idea!” Kore turned properly, a grin pulling at her lips. “Go on…” “Hah! I knew ya wouldn’t laugh at me like those jerks.” He grinned, crossing the room and flopping down on her bed like he owned the place. “Let me hear what your plan is first.”

And so, Kore found herself in the midst of a very exclusive party at The Fall, having snuck out of the House of Lamentation with Mammon and the two tickets he had somehow acquired (from one of his modelling contacts apparently). Their mission, to have fun and get drunk without spending a single Grimm. Which was why she was currently attempting to flirt with a demon who wasn’t one of the boys at the bar, while Mammon lurked nearby trying his best not to interrupt in a fit of jealousy. Eventually the demon caved, ordering them both drinks, and when he moved down the bar slightly to pay with his card Mammon swooped in, grabbing one of the drinks while she swiped the other and dragging her off to get lost in the sea of bodies. “Quick, before we get caught!” She laughed, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a deep drink. “This is delicious!” Mammon chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. “Eurgh, what the hell is this?” Kore huffed, swiftly downing her own glass and snatching his from his hands. “If you don’t want it-” “Hey, hey, you can’t drink that!” He protested, trying to grab the glass back as she drank from it, spilling some down the side of her face and neck. “What if it was dangerous for humans eh?” Kore grumbled under her breath, licking her lips and trying to wipe the spilled liquid away while Mammon did his best to look anywhere but the trail of liquid glistening on her skin. Quickly he drained his own cup, grabbing both empty containers and settling them down on a table. “C’mon. We should hit the dance floor, it’ll be easier to hide.” Kore smiled, grabbing his hand and tangling her fingers between his. “I thought you’d never ask!”

Red faced and sputtering Mammon let himself be led by the giggling human further into the press of bodies. The crowd pressing them closer together, until her back was flush against his chest, his hands gripping her hips. She had danced with him before, more than once at the castle and clubs both, but it had never been like this before. This was how she had danced with Asmo that one time, drunk on fancy wine and trying to get his attention after he had neglected her for fancy trinkets all night. Her body rolled against his, pulling him back into the moment as her arm snaked backwards around his neck. Mammon huffed, squeezing her hip and burying his red face in her hair. "This is nice. We should do this more often." She hummed, nuzzling her head against his. "Ya that drunk already human?" He grumbled in response, lips pressed against the side of her head. "No way! I can get way more free drinks than that!" She giggled. "But this feels good too." Mammon sighed contentedly, squeezing her just a little tighter and enjoying the moment a little longer before they went to go 'acquire' more drinks.

"HEY! That's my drink! Get back here you bastard!" Mammon grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the exit as fast as he could. "Time to go?" She giggled, words slurring ever so slightly. "C'mon, stop laughing and run. Lucifer'll kill me if I let ya get eaten!"

3. Solomon

'Theres a gathering of a few witches I know this evening. I'd very much like it if you would come with me.' Kore read over the text a few times, frowning. She wasn't a witch, not technically at least, sure she had pacts with demons now and apparently some magical power, but she wasn't a part of magical society. 'Are you sure it would be okay for me to go?' The reply was almost instantaneous, as if the sorcerer had been watching his phone. 'Of course! You have some very strong magic Kore, you would be more than welcome.' 'Besides, I'd like you to be there. I feel like I haven't seen nearly of you lately x' Kore blushed, shaking her head at the message with a soft smile. 'You charmer :). Alright, give me a time, place and dress code and I'll be there.' 'I'll pick you up at 6. No need to dress up, it's just a friendly gathering.' Kore glanced at the clock on her screen, four hours, plenty of time to finish what she was doing and pretty herself up.

Solomon was alarmingly punctual, knocking on the door almost as soon as the clock ticked over to 6. Kore ushered him inside, still pulling at her hair to try and convince the unruly strands to stay in a neat plait. Solomon smiled softly, pushing her hands down and gently running his fingers through her hair. "Let me." "I didn't know you were a hairdresser too." She teased, leaning back into his touch. "Just a sorcerer." "That's cheating! Though at least this way we won't be late. Thank you." She tilted her head back to smile up at him. "Take me to your witches." "You've spent far too much time with Leviathan." He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead and leading her out of the door. Once the place was locked up and they'd wandered far enough away from curious human eyes, he tugged her down an alleyway. Draping his cloak around her shoulders as he muttered a quick incarnation under his breath. She arched an eyebrow at the gesture but didn't protest, holding tightly to his hand as he teleported them to the meeting place.

"Solomon! You came!" "Oh, who is this pretty little thing? Did you finally take on an apprentice?" "Couldn't be! I don't recognise her. A servant perhaps?" Kore unconsciously pressed herself into his side, staring wide-eyed at the group. Solomon chuckled, pressing his palm gently against her lower back. A small gesture of comfort against the witches curiosity. "This is my… hmm… this is Kore." Kore nodded. "It's nice to meet you?" "Aha! So you're Kore? We've heard so much about you." A dark haired witch laughed, stepping forwards and wrapping a hand around her wrist. "Come, come chat. Agnes brought some of her home brewed blackberry wine, you have to try some. I'm Lucille by the way." Solomon watched with a soft smile as Kore was dragged away to chat with the younger witches, a glass of dark liquid pressed into her hands. "So that's Kore? Nik will be terribly upset he missed out." Solomon turned to the woman beside him. "She is. Try not to start any trouble Circe?" "Oh no, from all I've heard I doubt she needs my help there."

As it turned out Circe was, once again, right. Several stories and a few bottles of wine between the group later the conversation drifted onto the topic of pact-ed demons. Kore sat oddly quiet through the whole thing, leaning against Solomon's shoulder. "Hey Mags, surely you have a new story to tell us?" Solomon looked up and frowned. "Perhaps that isn't the-" "Oh come on Solomon. You'll want to hear these too, last time we were practically rolling on the floor." "I really wouldn't." Solomon sighed. "No really, you've missed out. I never knew a powerful demon could be such an idiot." Kore tensed against him, lifting her head slightly and narrowing her eyes as the unfortunate witch started her story. "...and that's how Lou got the Porsche. Honestly, none of us believed he was stupid enough to fall for it but I guess we overestimated him. And he still believes the money is going to that kid." Several of the witches were cackling, clutching their stomachs and brushing tears from their eyes. Against his shoulder Solomon could feel Kore practically vibrating with rage. Tentatively he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Try to stay calm?" He murmured softly. "Don't you feel at least a little bad?" Circe asked, ignoring the sharp look from Solomon for her stirring the pot. "Why should I? If he wasn't so stupid and scu-" What little restraint was holding Kore in place snapped. "How dare you!"

Solomon sighed, pulling out his phone and stepping away from the group. "Solomon! Missing me already?" "Sure. But that's not why I called." He sighed. "Oh, are you sure? I know my voice is wonderful… wait, is that Kore I can hear in the background?" "Ah, yes. There was a gathering tonight and I thought it would be nice to bring her along…. Unfortunately one of the witches here knows Mammon…" Solomon glanced over his shoulder to where Kore had squared up to the witch in question, jabbing a finger quite viciously in her direction while she berated her. "Oh my gosh! That's adorable! Hey Stupid Mammon, come here and listen to this!" "- don't you dare, you shut up and listen. Mammon isn't some idiot you can take advantage of whoever you want some extra cash! He might do stupid things sometimes but he's so kind, and he cares a lot, and you're trying to use that against him! You're the worst kind of person!" "Asmodeus, am I on loudspeaker?" "Of course no-" "Oi! Sorcerer! Ya tell my human to shut her trap, she's embarassin'." Solomon snorted, glancing over his shoulder. "You can tell her that yourself." "- do you know how much trouble you idiots get him into? Do you even care? You keep hurting him and you think it's all some big joke!" "Solomon! Come get your dog." One of the witches called, gesturing towards Kore. "She doesn't bite!" Kore whipped her head around at that, narrowing her eyes at the device in his hand, finally stopping her tirade. "You know damn well I do." "Oi, what was that?! What have you been doin' to my human?" "Oooh, Solomon, have you been taking advantage of sweet little Kore while you had her all to yourself? How utterly wicked of you!" "Ah. Well, I'm not sure sweet is entirely accurate. At least you didn't try to call her innocent…" He cleared his throat, suddenly aware he had spoken his thoughts aloud. "And on that note I should go. I'll be leaving her with you to cool off and sober up. Good luck."

Walking back towards the group he made a beeline for Kore. His little comment had knocked all of the wind out her rant so she was at least stood quietly at last, glaring at Mags with a ferocity Lucifer would be proud of. "I think you've had a little too much to drink." He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. "I did try to warn you. We'll be leaving now." "I'm not sorry." Kore grumbled. "I know." Circe split from the group, walking towards them as they headed away. She waved casually at Solomon, a soft smile on her lips. "I'm so glad you brought her. It was wonderful to meet you Kore." She tilted her head towards Solomon. "I'm extending your open invitation to Kore as well. Do bring her by any time." Solomon nodded. "Of course. Come on Kore, let's leave before Mags breaks out of her shock and curses you. Lucifer will have my head if I let that happen." Kore nodded, waving at the smirking figure of Circe one last time before she let Solomon whisk her away.

4. Satan (& Belphie)

"- I know right?! What was he thinking? It was so obvious!" Kore half-shouted, waving the book towards Satan. "I swear you find some of the best worst books for these." "Lady Cerewenn and the Crow was not a bad book!" Satan protested. "Fair. That was excellent, this on the other hand is wonderfully awful." She sipped from her glass and grinned. "The best kind of book to read with a drink." "So my research on human world book club traditions paid off?" Kore laughed, nodding. "So much! As long as Lucifer doesn't turn up to ruin the fun."

At that moment the door to the library created open, both demon and human cast worried glances across the room. Only to sigh in relief when when Belphie wandered in. "I thought I could hear you cackling." He chuckled, making a beeline for the sofa and flopping down with his head in Kore's lap. "I do not cackle!" She snorted, flicking his ear in retaliation. "Were you looking for me?" "Just wanted a good place to nap." He yawned. "I thought Lucifer banned wine at your book clubs after the chair incident?" "He doesn't need to know." Kore hummed. "We haven't broken anything since." "Except that vase." Kore shot a glare in the blonde's direction. "We don't mention the vase." Belphie chuckled, humming contentedly as the human started running her fingers through his hair. "Don't mind me, carry on with your book club."

"... that book sounds terrible." Kore glanced down, shaking her head. "I thought you were sleeping?" Belphie made a non-committal noise, glancing over at Satan's frown. "I'll admit it isn't my finest pick." He hummed. "I thought it would be more entertaining." "It was hillarious until the last chapter we read, they've started to lose the plot a bit now though." Kore smiled. "I've read worse books." Satan scrunched up his features in disgust, shaking his head. "Human lives are too short for bad books." "Well, since we're all here… how about a club meeting?" Kore glanced down at Belphie and sighed. "We really should keep a low profile. But… I guess I'm in the mood for a prank." "Excellent."

Thirty minutes and the rest of the bottle later the three of them were huddled around the corner from Lucifer's room. "We're sure the door opens inwards right?" Kore hummed, tapping the roll of cling film against her lips thoughtfully. "Yes. You've been in there often enough!" "Look, Satan, paying attention to how the door opens is never at the top of my list of things to think about when I go in there." "So!" Belphie interrupted, waving an arm between the bristling demon and human. "How do we do this?" "We just need to get the cling film across the doorway, as neatly as possible so he can't see it. Then we knock and run," Kore gestured to their hiding place "and we can watch him walk into the invisible barrier from here." "You know, that's not half bad for a human. Lucifer is usually on the lookout for curses, but I bet he wouldn't think of something as mundane as this." "I know, I'm an evil genius." Kore grinned. "Ready?" As quietly as they could, the three of them crept towards the room, pulling strips of the cling film over the door frame. Kore looked over it a couple of times, pulling edges taut and trying to smooth out any overlap so the wall was as invisible as possible. Finally satisfied she gestured towards the wall and nodded, lifting her hand ready to knock. She gave three sharp raps before turning and darting back around the corner to watch. After a few beats the door creaked open slowly and the trio watched as Lucifer slowly poked his head out to look for whoever had disturbed him, only to collide with the cling film.

Kore snorted, clapping a hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise as she fell backwards against Satan. "You three…" "Run!"

5. Levi

Levi looked up from his game at the sound of three knocks against his door, frowning. Mammon was with Lucifer doing some extra study after his last exam results were terrible, and Kore was supposed to be out with Asmo tonight at some over the top party, no one else really bothered him unless something was happening. "What's the password?" "Uhm… it was something to do with the 2015 Seven Lords… I knew yesterday, damnit!" Levi perked up, he knew that voice. "It's okay, you can come in." Grinning, Kore opened the door and bounced across the room to settle down next to him. "I thought you were with Asmo?" "I was," she sighed, "but there were way too many strange demons, and Asmo ran into a succubus he knows…" she fiddled with her hands a little "he couldn't keep an eye on me and some of them were getting a bit handsy… he knows I left, I think, I told him anyway." A flare of jealousy spiked through Levi, if it was his night with the human he wouldn't be sidetracked by some succubus. It wasn't fair Asmo still got chances like that if he was going to ruin them! "... so I came to spend time with my favourite otaku instead, if that's okay?" Levi flushed. "Oh. U-uh, yeah, it's fine. Are- are you sure you're okay? You seem…" he trailed off, frowning. "I had a few drinks, I can go…" "No! I mean, I, it's okay. You can stay." She smiled softly at him, settling against his side to watch as he gamed.

After a few matches she had started scrolling through her phone, looking up to watch when she felt the demon beside her tense up, or start giving excited commands through his headset. When he finally hit a break between matches she tugged gently on his sleeve. "Leviachan… do you know any anime dances?" Levi frowned. "Why?" Kore showed him her phone. "This one was popular in the human world for a bit. I can do it, but it's way cooler with two people… I maybe thought I could put it on my deviltube?" Levi stared at the screen, watching the movements of the animated couples on screen. It seemed simple enough, especially the Male parts, the dance he learned for their play had been much more complicated. "We don't-" "I'll try it! B- but, it doesn't go on deviltube unless I say so… okay? Or devilgram!" Kore nodded, smiling. "Of course. Thank you Levi!" He flushed as she leant up to kiss his cheek. "H-hey! I thought you said you'd warn me!" Kore shrugged, restarting the video so they could both study the movements more closely before trying to copy them on video. She quietly copied them with her own hands, repeating motions she’d made so many times on her own. After a few more viewings Levi joined in, slow and slightly clumsy at first, but soon picking up the gestures and slotting fluidly into the little routine. With a bright, perhaps slightly tipsy, grin Kore turned to look at him, holding up her DDD. “Are you ready to film?” Levi blushed again, fidgeting with his headphones, but slowly he nodded. She bumped against his shoulder gently, her smile softening with worry. “I promise I won’t put it anywhere unless you say so, and you can always tell me no y’know?” “No. I- I mean, I want to.” He nodded towards the screen. “Just… no, I’ll try.” “Okay.” Kore smiled again. “But first, I’m going to kiss you, okay?” She turned slightly, pressing her lips softly against his this time before pulling back. It was chaste and innocent, and still managed to turn him into a blushing mess. She giggled, crawling forwards to set up the camera while she waited for him to calm down again, despite his mumbles of her unfairness.

The video never made it to deviltube in the end, there were several takes, the first couple of times Levi let his nervousness get the best of him, then as more of the alcohol she’d drunk diffused through her bloodstream Kore got more giggly and her own dancing started to falter. But the final take, the one Kore saved to keep forever, was almost perfect. Until the end when she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, the last shot before they fell over out of view of the camera was Levi’s blushing face, frozen in shock as they overbalanced.

[dammitjameskirk]

it is so goddamned FRUSTRATING that i dont feel comfortable to talk to or about myself at great lengths on the internet, on MY social media platforms, MY own accounts anymore. the internet is so widely public and accessible that it is no longer (and has not been for some time) somewhere to escape and be yourself or even use as a void to talk to, like it used to be. i used to be happy to treat things like this void. now i barely talk in the tags and when i do i STILL worry about decorum, about the expectations associated with blogging (or tweeting, its not relegated to just here) nowadays. its absolute batshit NONSENSE that i dont feel comfortable just throwing all my thoughts up into a post anymore, to tell my faceless friends how ive been or how im feeling and even NOW i have to do it this way, like some kind of coward, like i have to pose as though theres some sort of injustice that everyone deserves to know about, the absolute INCONVENIENCE of being SOCIAL with my social media. like anything i post has to have some sort of comedic or intrinsic VALUE to others. i hate that im looking for this sort of validation, like what im saying is WORTH being read and treated as such. i cant even post comments or journals on goddamned DEVIANTART without worrying about whats expected nowadays. the internet and all of our respective places to live and exist in the nonphysical world used to be where we could talk about ourselves and have conversations with one another anonymously or not, it didnt quite matter and it honestly felt a hell of a lot better than being Known by our physical friends or other "real world" counterparts. now, we are all posturing and pretending and HIDING again, theres nowhere for me to monologue without feeling like i need to put on a SHOW where people can come and agree with me, and i am so tired, i so blissfully wish that i could have someone look at this and Know me, but not ever actually know who i am. you dont need to know me, you just need to read what ive said and either agree or disagree. i dont want anything other than to be heard. i dont care that its me whos saying, i just care that im saying it at all.