#maybe it’s because my angel of a cat scratched my eye

[circeyoru]

Hello you beautiful and amazeing writer!! I'm here to make a request that is more on the funny side (btw, I love ur stories. Unwanted soul being one of my favorites, lol)

That cursed cat Alastor is EVERYWERE!! And u know what? I give in... Could you write something funny where yan!Alastor is jelous of the cat? Like, he would be like:

"Me or the cat!?" And reader, with no hesetation, "The cat *takes cursed cat Alastor and leaves*". Then someome comes in "Damm, they didn't even think about it" (please tell me someome gets the reference😭)

That cat can have my fricking soul, I love it so much and it makes me laugh so bad udgdihdudhe. ANYWAYS!! Hope u have a good day/night!!! Heudhsudhjdgdhs

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Hi hi! Thanks for your love!! I agree that cursed cat Alastor is everywhere. More request and ask on him in my inbox!!

Okay, here is short part on Cursed Cat Alastor VS Yandere!Alastor. For easy distinction, I'm calling the cat Bambi.

Alastor's eyes twitched as he glared at the lookalike in your arms; that was his place when he came to you after working so hard for the little interest project you sent him to. The creature, Bambi as you named it, narrowed its eyes as it felt Alastor's death glare towards it, its smile widened as it felt the jealous aura radiating off of the demon.

"Darling, can't we have a meal without that inferno creature in your arms?" Alastor tried to ignore the thing and his ever-growing jealousy. Meal time was a time when you weren't absorbed into your artistic worlds, now your attention was on that damn cat! That looked like him! Smiles and all!

"Then where do I put it?" You continued to eat, ignoring how Bambi clawed some of the smaller pieces of meat to eat from your plate.

"Out the window." Alastor passed more meat onto your plate when he saw Bambi taking yours and you didn't react to it. "And on the streets of Hell where it belongs."

You chuckled, eating up the slice that Alastor passed to you first, "That's too mean, Alastor. I won't have the heart to do it because it looks and acts so much like you!"

Alastor's radio glitched and scratched, his eye twitching, "Me or the cat!?"

"The cat." You spoke and picked it up, ignoring Alastor's shock look and left the dining room.

Vaggie shifted to the side, as did Charlie, to let you passby. They looked over to Alastor, who was still sitting there, shocked and frozen. Angel poked his head in, taunting, "Woah, harsh. Your 'darling' didn't even hesitate."

Angel was immediately thrown somewhere by Alastor's tendril, making Vaggie rush to check up on him. Charlie came over and comforted him, "You know, we're having a fun movie night later, maybe you can—"

"Ha ha ha! Never will I watch those noise picture box!" Alastor declined quickly slapping off the hand she was going to put on his shoulder. "If you'll excuse me."

"Where you going?" You questioned as you re-entered the dining room.

Alastor double-checked to see if he was mistaken. His lips moved before his mind fully processed it, "Where's the cat?"

You took your plate and utensils, then went over to Alastor's side, nudging him to sit back down with your elbow before placing it down next to his. He pulled out the chair and pushed it in while you sat, then he too sat down. His eyes staring at the empty spot that would always have that creature and his ears listening to your honey words. "I left Bambi with Husk to take care while we have our meal. What? Now you want Bambi back?"

Alastor's mood brightened, "Of course not, My Love!" He took your hand and kissed it, "Let me cherish you without any distractions."

You giggled, using your free hand to pick up a piece of meat and feed it to Alastor, who ate it happily. "Right..."

"Oh, now it's even more delicious!" Alastor's eyes drooped as he smiled at you, "You should do this more often, Love."

BONUS:

Husk stares at the cat on his bar table; it growled at him with its fur all bristled like a porcupine. Husk inched away slowly to create distance from the creature that you gave him to take care in your absence. Angel came in, laughing out, "Oh! So you were the one! Ha! AHHHHH!!!!!"

Bambi pounced at Angel, biting at him with every opportunity given. Husk yelped and immediately came to help, "Uh, good cursed kitten?"

Angel screamed, "GET THIS THING OFF ME!"

Back in the dining room, you hummed as you cut another piece of meat and feed it to Alastor. He grinned darkly at the screams he heard, "My Dear, you're quite cruel."

You smirked back, "Well, Angel was being a loudmouth."

[shares-a-vest]

I just think Eddie would add the nickname 'Slugger' to his roster of pet names for Steve when he finds out about the nail bat...

Eddie awakens to a scratching sound at Steve's bedroom window.

He thinks it must be the trees. God knows the isolated Loch Nora has enough of them to make a consistent amount of noise 24/7. But his heart skips a beat when he comes to enough to remember that there is in fact, no tree directly outside Steve's bedroom window.

He flips over to face his boyfriend, sending their blankets flying and starling with enough movement he rattles the set of framed baseball cards Steve has on the shelving of his headboard. But the fanatic himself doesn't move, still fast asleep. Looking all angelic and cute as he steadily breathes in and out with only the faintest hint of a snore.

"Steeeeve," he panics, slapping his shoulder, "Steve, there's something at the window!"

Again, nothing.

He groans and leans forward, pressing his weight on him as he speaks directly in his ear, "Steve, wake up and put your goddamn ears in, I'm scared."

He doesn't care that it all sounds a little dramatic. Steve knows he's a total scaredy cat.

"Eds," Steve murmurs, sounding very grumpy, "What is it?"

"There's something outside."

Steve pushes him off, snapping to and hopping straight out of bed in one swift move. Eddie scrambles, spluttering as he struggles against the, now tangled, bed sheets. He looks up just in time to see Steve duck down and retrieve something from underneath his side of the bed…

It's a baseball bat.

A baseball bat covered in large nails. Nails that have been haphazardly hammered in, sticking out every which way and making it quite the deadly weapon.

He watches as Steve spins it around in his hands before gripping it tight and standing at the ready. Oh.

Steve cocks his head and quirks a brow in the direction of the frightening window in question.

The noise is still there, tap, tap a-tapping on the window.

But Eddie really couldn't give a shit anymore because now he is solely focused on his boyfriend creeping towards the window, waving his bat like he geeing himself up to hit a homer. His hands clench with every step, exposing all the veins on his hands and spider up his forearms. All the while the guy is sporting his impossibly voluminous bed hair and skulking along in his loose and tantalisingly-thin sleep shorts that leave nothing to Eddie's filthy imagination.

Well, maybe he can think of a few things…

"Step back against the wall," Steve commands, not tearing his eyes away from the window.

Eddie nods, backing back and clutching at the wall for support as his heart beats faster as Steve whirls the bat around again. He palms along the wall, feeling around until his shaking hand hits the bed and he stumbles onto it.

But Steve isn't paying attention to his immediate disobedience. He is too busy looking out the window.

"Oh, fuck," he curses before groaning with abject annoyance, "Eds!"

"Huh?" Eddie mumbles, watching Steve's bare shoulders flex and then drop as he allows the nail bat to fall by his side.

"It's a raccoon!" Steve whines, stumping the bat into the carpet with a solid thump to punctuate his frustration.

He whips around and starts off for the bed again, dragging his weapon along behind him. As if in a reverse move, Steve rolls the bat back to its hiding spot and flops onto the bed.

"Eds, I was dead asleep!" he complains, dry-sobbing. He helicopter-kicks his feet in order to propel his legs back onto the bed properly, "Why couldn't you have checked it out first?"

"Excuse me," he protests, raising a hand to his chest in offence, "I was terrified."

"You woke me up!" Steve retorts, pulling the covers about without a great deal of finesse - if anything, his technique makes their bedding situation worse.

"Could'a used that weapon up against a colony of flesh-eating bats, my dear," Eddie grins as he attempts to smooth out the crumpled covers before quickly abandoning the futile task.

"Yeah, no shit," Steve snaps. He really is a bitch when he's sleep-deprived a grouchy, "But I didn't exactly have time to come here and get it. You being a wanted fugitive and all."

"I apologise for the inconvenience," he teases, holding out grabby hands, "Come here, Slugger, and I'll make it up to you."

Steve smirks, thoroughly perking up at the new pet name. And before Eddie knows it, his baseball bat-wielding boyfriend is lunging straight over their mountain of twisted blankets for him.

[aezuria]

Hear me out.. happy Golden Retriever bf x broody black Cat gf, but it's Jason Grace x daughter of hades reader 👀👀

*ੈ✎ light of my life, where are you?

content: jason grace x daughter of hades! reader

╰┈▸ warnings: none (until the ending oopsie)

librarian's annotations: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON AND JUST SKIP THE ENDING IF U DONT WANT ANGST

maybe it was your gloomy disposition, or the fact that you were a daughter of hades, either way, most people avoided you like the plague. you didn't mind it all too much—you were usually one for solitude.

that was until you met jason grace. you disliked him from the start. dislike, not hate, because you couldn't bear to hate the person who always stuck up for your brother. but he was too bright, too overbearing for you. very much not your style.

(that's what they all say at the start)

he was just too good to be true! how could he be all these things everyone claimed him to be? they just had to be exaggerating.

but when he flashed his dazzling smile and tender gaze, you knew that all the rumors were true. even so, you pried your eyes away from him. you would not be wooed by a roman so easily!

jason did not make it easy for you. he followed you around camp like a lost puppy. he tried to be subtle, but his tall form wasn't exactly hard to spot. you went to your cabin? he followed you to the door, claiming he wanted to see nico. you went to the training grounds? he picked up a lance and started examining it a little too hard. when you finally confronted him about it, he just laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, saying, "i was trying to work up the courage to ask you to be friends."

how were you supposed to not like him after that?

despite your lack of romantic endeavors, you were sure that friends didn't do what jason did. he opened the door for you, made sure you ate proper meals—and sure, those acts were pretty "just friends" level. but he also tied your shoes, put flowers in your hair, and hugged you so warmly whenever you were feeling especially down. you felt the unmistakable flutter in your heart whenever he did those things, instead of your initial distaste for him.

your confusion was answered the next evening. you swore nico had muttered something about jason being the only guy (besides him) he'd trust with you, right before telling you to go into the woods. "there's a surprise there," he had explained. "just trust me, okay?"

the sun was starting to set, its rays darting between the leaves and casting a soft glow on the grass. "go to the woods... can he be any more specific?" you muttered, before you caught a familiar head of blond hair in the corner of your eye. you turned and walked towards him, brushing away the branches as you did so.

"y/n!" jason beamed as he caught sight of you entering the clearing. he straightened up and messed with something behind his back. he shifted his feet and pulled out a bouquet, offering it to you shyly. "i asked the dryads what your favorites were. do you like them? did i organize them properly? are these actually not your favorites and they were just lying to me-"

"jason." you cut him off and smiled, taking the bouquet and smelling the freshly picked flowers. "i love them, thank you."

he swore his heart stopped. your smile was the most gorgeous sight he's ever seen. you were like an angel; why was it that no one thought to make you smile more often? he met your content expression with a wide beam of his own.

"really? i'm glad!" jason sighed in relief, before clearing his throat. "um," his voice cracked, face flushing red at that. "i wanted to ask if i could be your boyfriend? i just, you're so sweet and strong, and pretty... anyone would be lucky to be yours. but, i want to be that lucky guy, if you'll let me?" he looked into your eyes so earnestly, there was no other answer but yes.

"you know i love you, right?" jason whispered into your hair. your warmth brought him comfort in his otherwise cold cabin, empty and unfeeling, just like his father's attitude to him.

"uh huh. and i love you too." you mumbled sleepily into his chest. "but do you have to go?"

he laughed softly. "yes, i do." jason combed through your hair, silk between his fingertips. "i'll be back before you know it."

"do you ever think that we don't deserve this?" you whispered, eyes already shut as sleep slowly overtook you. "that we shouldn't have to fight someone else's battles?"

"yeah." jason rested his chin on the top of your head and squeezed you tighter. "sometimes i think that too."

shadows pried your eyes open, then slipped around your heart and squeezed. he was gone. you could feel it. you knew and yet you hoped and prayed that you were wrong. he was supposed to come home later, right? he would.

but the darkness settled in your stomach and weighed you down until morning.

and so you waited and waited, for nico's familiar shadow, or a chariot riding from the sky. what came was the former. you felt the comforting coldness of your brother's appearance, but jason's warmness was nowhere to be held. nico's dark eyes were rimmed with barely kept tears, his shoulders trembling with silent sobs.

"he's gone." your brother's voice was as dead as jason, as final as his last breath.

never had you begged and pleaded to your father so much; never had you needed to. never had you imagined a life without the sun, your sun. never had the ghost of your soul escaped in a pitiful shriek of agony, or became one with the dirt as salty tears.

and you knew, just as you knew death, that a part of you had died with him.

[obbystars]

Little Light

Synopsis: Not quite sent from above.

Notes: OC-Insert/Self-insert / Sebastian Solace x Oberon Sol / Oberon lore! / also not romantic despite the oc/self-insert ship lol / cursing / just silly ideas in here / p.AI.nter’s in here! / NOT CONNECTED TO SALVATION as this one is actually adding Oberon into the lore of Pressure / You can read Oberon’s document!

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

(I said this wouldn’t be often but I’m getting ideas uhhhhhhh- anyway I have been thinking about trying my hand at p.AI.nter for a bit. He probably won’t be added to the list though.)

He’s not quite sure how long it’s been since he’s been locked in this containment cell. Thankfully, he does remember how he got here and clearly too. He managed to locate one of the facilities that’s owned by the sinners he’s been keeping an eye on. He went as far as to dive into the water and pierce through the Veil of the Let-Vand Zone. The water pressure didn’t even affect him, but he didn’t get very far before they spotted him. It only took minutes before all eyes were on him, but he didn’t fight back and let them take him.

Now all he felt were needles in his skin as he was held up by some sort of mechanism. He’s aware of what they’re doing and what they’re going to use it for, but he didn’t feel as angry as he probably should be. Despite all he had witnessed, he didn’t hate them for any of this. He’s not quite sure why.

He feels his wings chained down like that was going to do anything. One of the researchers got a little too close for comfort, and he admits that he may have been a little too harsh towards them. Now, because of that, they put a heavy metal box over his head. The voices outside were muffled, sometimes he heard machines moving, and sometimes he hears a door opening and closing.

Maybe curiosity did kill the cat. He vaguely remembers a discussion of a Guardian Angel being locked up in this place too for the same reason. He wonders where they could be held at. Sure his relationship with the other angels were rather complicated, but he can’t just turn away from something like that. There’ll be an opening soon enough. He just needs to wait, and frankly, he has all the time in the world.

He’ll just close his eyes for a little while. He wonders how many people have passed through his realm only to be greeted by no one. What form did he leave it in again?

However many hours, days, weeks, or months it’s been, he eventually hears a loud blaring sound followed up with an announcement he can’t quite hear. Something must be wrong, but that might mean this is his chance. He attempts to move his wings, but they could only twitch. He never realized just how tight the binds were, but he’s not surprised.

After a few hours, he hears machines moving until he’s suddenly dropped. The binds on his wings had fallen off as well. All that was left was the box on his head. He feels around the metal structure until he feels something that could resemble a lock. It doesn’t feel like a usual lock that needs a basic key for it, but if he could just…

A beep is heard and the box opens with a hiss. He pulls it off to be greeted by a dark room lit up with faint red lights. He drops the box and begins to stretch out his wings, his arms, and his legs.

…Now where was he?

The glass in front of him had shattered which gave him an opening to leave the containment room. He saw some scratch marks left by something big on the other side. He ultimately ignores it as his main concern at the moment is the location of the Guardian Angel. He wonders how they’ll react to him, but that’s saying if they even know him and what he does.

He shrugs it off, knowing full well he doesn’t expect nor does he look for forgiveness for it. Helping them would simply be his decision, but if he were to encounter anyone here who was an unfortunate victim under the sinners, then they would be his top priority. He hasn’t run into anyone yet, which made him feel relieved. Hopefully the people here managed to get out unscathed.

As he steps out into a hall, another loud blaring sound echoed through the facility.

“Attention, Z-222 has escaped containment. Do not let it leave the blacksite.”

He looks up, noticing a camera pointing at him. He raises a finger and swipes, knocking it off its hinges and shattering. That may be problematic. He’ll have to be careful from now on to avoid getting captured again. While he’s at it, perhaps he could also take a look around and see what others things are being kept here. Hopefully one of the rooms will have the Guardian Angel.

What he ended up getting caught up on, however, were some documents that had been left behind. Every single one he’s found in containment rooms, whether it was still intact or not, he thoroughly read the document. He’s not quite sure why, but he’s learned new things about this world with every document he’s picked up. He never knew such things existed until now.

As he opens more and more doors, the more he feels frustration beginning to boil up. There has been no documents mentioning the Guardian Angel, no clues on where they could be keeping them. Perhaps it was a good move for them to keep them separated, but damn it. Just how big was this place?

He comes across yet another room with two ways to go, but one of the large door’s wheels begin to turn. With no where else to go, he retreats into the side room just behind the other door and closes it before they could see him. He steps back from the door and turns around to see a computer with almost a cartoon-like face draw on it. It was locked behind a cage.

“O-Oh! Hello!” They chimed, “Uh… You don’t look like one of the workers here… H-How did you escape?”

A talking machine? And one that seems intelligent than the majority. Sentient, too.

He tilts his head, “I wish I knew, strange one. Perhaps someone had released me, but I never saw them as the people here had put a box over my head,”

“Someone released you? Oh, that must’ve been Sebastian then!”

“Hm? Sebastian?”

“Oh, right.. Box over your head,” the machine hummed, “He’s a pretty big guy. Uh, he’s blue, has an angler light bulb and a long tail. I think you’ll know it’s him when you actually see him,”

“You say as if I should go speak to him,”

Maybe his tone was a bit off which caused the machine to seem slightly nervous. He’s still not quite used to interacting with others despite his constant visits to the living realm and his interactions with their souls in his own little realm. Business talk can be vastly different from casual, after all.

“I-I mean-! You don’t HAVE to if you don’t want to!” They exclaimed, frantically trying to explain, “I just think maybe… Maybe if you wanna get out of here too, you could talk to him. He said he’d help me get out too, so…”

He thought about it for a moment. This machine seems oddly human despite it clearly being a simple program, but the tone, the face drawn on the screen, the reactions they express… It was like a person’s consciousness was in it. Strange.

“Tell me. What is your name?”

“My name? I mean, everyone really just called me “the painter.” Or just Painter. Even my… My creator,”

The sudden pause and shift in tone in their voice caught their attention. This brings him to ask, “What was your creator’s name?”

The machine looks up at him. They were silent until their expression changed into a rather sad one, “███████ ███████████████,”

That name was on a file in his realm. He remembers reading it as he stumbled upon his realm. If there was another face underneath the black mask, he was sure he’d be smiling. He had a pleasant talk with him when he passed by his realm. To this day, he still wonders why ███████ ultimately chose death over life.

“He was a good man, Painter,”

It was almost as if the machine’s expression lit up, “W-Wait, you knew him?! But, how-?”

“Please, I’d rather not fry your circuits,” he laughed, “But believe me when I tell you that he is at peace,”

“Well… O-Okay, I’ll believe you. I guess it’s nice to know he’s in a better place now,” as the machine says that, the lights suddenly flickered, “Oh, don’t go anywhere yet,”

He stares at them for a moment before the floor begins to shake. He had to balance himself as the trembles intensified and a muffled roar was heard just beyond the door.

The machine sighed, “Yeah, that’s been happening a lot lately. Been seeing it happen on the cameras before whatever it was knocked it out,”

“I see. I’ll keep an eye out then,”

The machine’s face turned into a smile, “What’s your name by the way?”

It was his turn to stare at the machine in silence. Part of him figured they already knew, but he stands corrected.

“The sinners called me Z-222. But for you, Painter, it is Oberon Sol,”

“Z-222? Oberon Sol… Ohh! You’re the one they mentioned in the announcement a few hours ago!”

He laughs, nodding, “Yes, the very same. I should run along now and find this Sebastian you mentioned. Until we meet again, Painter, and maybe then I’ll try my hand at painting with you,”

“Really? You mean it? Okay! I’ll see you around!”

Oberon nods, opening the door slightly to check if there was no one. Once he confirmed the room was empty, he leaves and makes sure to close the door behind him. He makes a break for it through the door that had opened.

He’s been trying to keep track of time in his head. It must’ve been around five to six hours since he was awakened by the alarms. Maybe even more. He hasn’t seen any clocks around to properly keep track of time, but perhaps that was intentional when this place was made. You’d only know if you are told or you have a watch that still works.

He comes across a somewhat narrow tunnel. He can’t see anything outside the windows other than the occasional underwater bombs that look a bit too close even for tempered glass. It was way too quiet as well. He hasn’t seen anyone, let alone any of the researchers or even the guardsmen. Part of him begins to wonder if the people who were in charge of him are still alive.

He hoped so.

He soon finds himself looking through drawers, looking for anything that may prove useful later. Light sources, however, aren’t that useful to him. He can create his own ball of light after all.

The next room he stumbles into has its glass slightly broken. It was enough to have water start leaking through, but he quickly notices that one of the edges is slightly darker. It’s red.

This blood’s fresh…

He decides to follow it, eventually reaching the end of the tunnels and a room with five corpses. These people didn’t look like workers or even the guards. Those were prisoner outfits. Seeing them like this caused his chest to feel a bit heavy. Did they send them down here? How cruel.

There’s no blood coming from any of them. There didn’t seem to be any physical done to them, at least on the outside. He kneels down to one, checking to see if he can find out what happened and maybe even recognize this one’s face.

He can’t figure out what happened. He’ll need to look through their file in his realm, but that right now can’t be done.

He returns his attention to the blood trail as it implies the person had checked each one before they moved on to the next. Looting, perhaps. The trail then leads to the next room over. Before he exits, he looks back to the bodies and only hopes that their deaths were swift and painless.

As he stepped into the next room and closed the door, he heard a click and felt something press against the side of his head.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you trailing me,” the voice growled.

He turns to the person as his small wing gently pushed the gun away. Half of his body was strangely human with an extra arm, clearly bleeding but looked to be bandaged up recently, an angler lure above his head, and a rather long fish tail as the other half of his body. He matched the description Painter had provided.

He fully turns to him, “Sebastian, I assume? Were you the one who freed me?”

“Maybe,” he doesn’t lower his gun, “I freed a lot of creatures held here, and a lot of them just mindlessly kill everything around them,”

“Fortunately for you, I don’t fall under that category. I refuse to take human life, let alone even try to harm them,”

Sebastian still doesn’t lower his gun until Oberon gently pushes it down with his hand, “A little painter told me that perhaps I should talk to you should I wish to leave this place. I assume you have a plan in mind,”

“So you met Painter, huh? He didn’t tell you what the deal was?”

“Perhaps he believed it to be best if I heard it from you,”

Sebastian sighed, putting the gun away, “Heard they’re trying to retrieve a crystal that’s deep in the facility. Apparently, it’s the main thing powering this entire place,”

“So you need to make sure the crystal isn’t picked up until you manage to find a way out,” Oberon hums, “Very well. I can assist in that,”

“You catch on quick, but you just said you wouldn’t even think of harming other people,”

“I did, but it is rather easy to throw someone off the guided path,” he snaps his finger, then points to the door behind him, “Remind me. What is behind that door?”

Sebastian turns to the door, then looks back at him, “Are you stupid or something? Didn’t you just come from that door?”

“What is behind that door?” Oberon repeats.

“The door leads to the trench tunnels,”

“It leads to a hotel lobby,”

Sebastian scoffs, “Now you’re just being ridiculous. How would a hotel lobby even-?”

As he opened the door that was supposed to lead to the trench tunnels, he was instead greeted by exactly what Oberon had said. Suddenly, he was in a hotel lobby. Oberon stands up and walks into the lobby, lighting up the fireplace. Slowly, Sebastian follows.

“What the f-?”

“I’ve made it so that it at least matches the style of this facility so it is not too out of place,” he cuts him off, “Although, perhaps if I had kept the original look, it’d make people really stop and question where exactly they are,”

“Is this a real place? Those people that were just here. Where did they-?”

He nods, “Not in this room as I pulled this one straight from where it came. Wherever this path leads, I suppose I can say I only hope they tread carefully if they wish to get through. They are not safe from the monsters you’ve released,”

Sebastian gives him a rather irritated look with that statement, one that Oberon ignores. He instead asks, “Did you know those people?”

“No. But I can only assume they’re expendable ranked prisoners. Their lives don’t matter to Urbanshade and are just used as cannon fodder. Seems to me they’re the ones being sent here to get that crystal now,”

Oberon says nothing to that. He should’ve expected such a thing existed.

“You’re leading them to their deaths, you know. That’s still killing them,” Sebastian then continues as he looks down to him, “No matter how you try putting it, them dying here will be your doing,”

Oberon is silent. Although, perhaps that’s not so different to what he normally does anyway. When people meet their end, they are brought to him and he guides them to their final destination wherever it might be. Guiding them to death.

“I still give them the chance to save themself. It’s an opportunity still wide enough for them to keep pushing forward. If I really wanted them dead, I wouldn’t give them places to hide and to retreat to,”

Even when guiding others to their death, he still gives them the option to go back and live just a little longer. This was the same thing, right? He gives them opportunities, chances, a choice. He gives them exactly what they need to keep pushing forward.

Oberon looks up to Sebastian, two stars appearing in his right eye, “You request that the retrieval of the crystal is to be delayed for as long as possible. Well, this is my method. I’m sure the one named Painter has their own methods as well, and whatever that may be, I will not interfere. A human’s will to live and desire for freedom can be extraordinary. I don’t doubt there will be one who will fight through it all and get what they so desire,”

He can see anger beginning to boil up in him as he says that, “What about what I want? Ten fucking years in this hell, and this is my chance for freedom! I had to be put through this shit before I could even think of fighting for my freedom!”

“And I don’t doubt you’ll get what you want soon enough,” Oberon lowered his head, “This is all I am capable of doing, and I apologize I cannot do more for you or Painter,”

“Aren’t you an angel? Wouldn’t the others like you come and get you out of here? Surely they can’t just leave one of their own stuck in a place like this,”

“Even if I could call them here, that wouldn’t be possible. There was a reason why the others didn’t assist the Guardian Angel of the Banlands when the sinners were there. There’s a reason why none of them tried to get them out of here, and there’s a reason why they want my light extinguished,”

Sebastian’s eyes widen a bit at that, “Extinguished? As in dead?”

He nods, “I don’t deny that I am guilty for something I did and that I still do. One rule we angels have is to never interfere with human life, much like their cycle of life. To you, death is the end, but not unless you find me. I can give you the chance to live once again, to start again where you left off. If you refuse the offer however, then I am to resume what I was originally created to do,”

Oberon pauses, then walks over to the next door. The stars in his eyes disappeared as he reached for the handle, “I always thought humans would give anything to cheat death as it was something a lot of you had feared, but… Some of you embrace it like it’s an old friend,”

On the other side was a dark hallway with windows on both sides, showing a red ocean with bones of an unknown creature. This still wasn’t the trench tunnels, and there’s no way they’re on the ocean floor to even see the bones. Either way, he doesn’t recognize those bones just outside the window. Sebastian follows him as they walk down the hall, the crimson color reflecting off of their forms.

“I suppose in a way, death is a beautiful thing,” Oberon continues, “Death is freedom to some. Maybe that’s how some of those prisoners being sent down here feel. They don’t care about the rewards. They just know this is an execution, one they fully embrace,”

He suddenly stops to look at the bones of the creature, “What do you think of it? Is death in this place truly an escape? Is embracing death in a place you would call Hell an escape?”

Sebastian stares at the bones, his eyes narrowing, “It’s the coward’s way out,”

Oberon remains silent. He will never understand humans and their way of thinking, but he loves them all the same.

Alright alright alright I swear this is the last Oberon lore post you’ll see after a while unless it has to do with art.

I’M SORRY, AFTER ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT HIS LORE, I GOT REALLY INTO IT 😭😭

I’LL GO BACK TO WORKING ON REQUESTS

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 5 - Never enough

Summary: Y/N goes out with Kyouka for a flat hunt. Izuku gets smacked in the face - Once by a random teen and once by his Sweet Pea.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of a toxic relationship (in the past).

First Chapter Master List

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Kyouka comes over a few hours after Izuku leaves; he didn’t really say goodbye after your conversation in the bedroom this morning, which was quite surprising and he also left an untouched sandwich on the table, filled with his favorite stuff, which is also… well… really fucking weird, but okay. To be fair, there is so much happening all at once it’s easy to go all silly, especially at 5 AM in the morning. Maybe it took him so long to make his sandwich he ended up being late and instead of bringing it with him he just left it on the table. Even though, Izuku must be aware that he owns a cat so leaving food on the table isn’t the smartest idea. Thankfully, All Meowt is the laziest motherfucker the word has ever seen and jumping on the table to get some nibbles is way too much of a lbother for him, hence why the food is still in tact.

Sometimes you wonder if All Meowt is even a cat; he doesn’t scratch furniture, doesn’t eat anything he needs to work for, barely jumps on anything and he’s just… a part of the furniture. A furry little sofa pillow. He’s also really smart as somehow he knew you are the one who messed with his automatic feeder because to this day, he didn’t even approach you once when Izuku wasn’t around. Except when you sleep. Then he cuddles. He probably hopes you stay that way forever.

“Okay, I managed to get a viewing for flat 2 and flat 4.” Kyouka mumbles to herself after putting her phone down. You look at the girl incredulously. “Don’t look at me like that, I know flat 4 is pricy as fudge, but with my current salary, I can afford it. I won’t have a bunch to spend for a few months but if I make it to the top 10 next year, it won’t be a problem!”

You know Kyouka like you know the back of your hand; there is no reason to even look at flat 2 at this point, this silly woman has already decided to get that fancy ass flat and there is probably an extremely ridiculous reason behind it.

“Be honest with me…” You look at your bestie, trying your best not to look judgmental. “Why do you want that flat?”

Kyouka looks down at her hands, her cheeks ruddy from embarassment. “My favorite rockstar lives in the same building… you know the one with black hair and the sick angel wing tattoo.” Kyouka answers while she plays with her bangs like a stupid school girl.

There it is. There it fucking is.

“So you decided to spend all your life savings for a few minutes of neighborly banter with your Bae.” You really can’t believe this silly woman.

“Oh my god, you are literally dating your favorite hero, sorry if your stupid love story made me believe in fated love!” She yells and you can’t help but laugh at that.

“Hey, it didn’t cost me anything to fall in love with him though! Plus we are not official yet!” Now it’s your turn to be embarrassed.

“Oh fuck off, Izuku wouldn’t even poke you with a foot long pole if he wouldn’t want you to be his fucking wife in the next few years. My bro isn’t playing around. He’s had enough of that shit when he was young.”

Well, that’s a new information.

“What do you mean?”

Kyouka sighs.

“It’s not my place you tell you this and to be honest I don’t know too much about it, Katsuki is probably the best one to ask but… there was this girl, right after high school who was all over Izuku after his first debut. We told him to stay away from her, we warned him that she’s only after the fame and the money but Izuku was so happy to be liked by someone in a romantic way he didn’t fucking listen to any of us…” Kyouka’s eyes look really sad as she continues. “Izuku was always a sweet boy so most people only thought of him just as that; a boy, not a man. This girl was different, I give her that. I fucking hated her. We all did. Except Izuku.” You really don’t like where this story is going. You can feel the betrayal in the air, it makes your stomach upset and your heart bleed. “After a few weeks Izuku couldn’t even wear his own clothes. She started to point out every geeky thing on him, the shirts, the shoes, his hair… she wanted him to change into something he wasn’t. She even made a comment about his baby fat. Katsuki almost exploded her that day and Izuku stopped bringing her over after that. Things got worse after as Katsuki wasn’t there to reprimand her. I don’t want to say more, Y/N. Ask him. It’s not my story to tell.”

You are rendered speechless. There are so many emotions swirling inside you; fury, hatred, sadness, then there is the urge to protect, the urge to call Izuku home so you can tell him how much you love him and his quirkiness… it’s so much to take in, so much to think about…

“Let’s go before we both start crying.” Kyouka ruffles your hair and motions towards the door, ready for the adventure.

You try your best to keep your focus on the beautiful flats. You look around for flaws, ask the right questions but you are not really there; your mind can only think of Izuku, about how alone he must’ve felt while dating that terrible human being, how humiliated he had to feel around his friends in those clothes he was forced to wear… fuck.

“I’ll walk you home then I’ll come back to do the paperwork.”

She doesn’t need to say any more for you to know that all your thoughts are written on your face.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry! You helped a lot. Really.” Kyouka smiles. You are so lucky to have her.

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Izuku is not with it at work. He makes a lot of mistakes and he gets punched by some “random extra” who shouldn’t even be able to touch him.

There was a group of teens making a ruckus downtown. Izuku and Katsuki were out on patrol when they saw them yelling at a poor old man, asking for money but somehow Izuku managed to get hit by one of the kids while he was too distracted with his own thoughts.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Deku!” Katsuki yells at him with a red face. “You just let that fucking extra have the time of his fucking life! Hitting the number one fucking hero in the face! He probably thinks he’s the coolest fucking dude right now and has zero motherfucking remorse about what he’s done!”

“Because you were any better, you burned that kids face! Do you want to get canceled?!”

Izuku is frustrated. He can’t do this anymore. He can’t just let Katsuki step over him like that, not anymore…

“Someone had to do something about it! I had to clean your fucking mess up because that’s what friends do, you absolute fucking moron!”

“Since when do you consider me as a friend? I thought I’m just a nuisance.”

“Stop with the attitude. I know what you are doing and it’s not going to work. You won’t push me away. Don’t make the same mistakes I’ve made when I was a kid. You know it more than anyone how much it fucking hurts.”

“I’m sorry, Kacchan.” He can’t take it anymore. The tears fall, his body shakes and moves towards Katsuki on his own and Katsuki catches him just in time.

“If you want to talk, I’m here. Eijirou is here too. You are not alone anymore.” Katsuki mutters into his hair, his fingers deep in Izuku’s curls. Katsuki has changed so much in the last few years; if anyone would’ve told him he’s gonna be cuddled by Katsuki while he cries for the stupidest fucking reason he would’ve laughed in their face.

He knows he’s being an idiot. Y/N loves him, he can see it in her eyes when he comes back after a long day of work, he can feel it in her touches, in the food she makes, in the way she smiles when Izuku cuddles her from behind… he also knows his Sweet Pea loves him the way he is and he has no reason to doubt himself with her but Izuku can’t do anything with his insecurities; he’s been told so many times how weird he is, how unattractive his home wear is, how his unruly hair makes him look like a child and he doesn’t even want to start talking about his “annoying” clinginess.

Maybe he should’ve told her to finish that commission instead of asking her to go to bed with him. Maybe he should’ve let her cook the food alone or ask her if she needs help instead of clinging to her back like an oversized koala. Maybe he should’ve slept on his own side of the bed instead of suffocating his Sweet Pea with his heavy arms. He went overboard. Even his perfect Sweet Pea needs some space. Maybe that’s why she wants to move out. She loves Izuku but Izuku is too much as a boyfriend… he’s too much, he’s always too much…

“Go home, Zuku.” Katsuki sighs into his hair. “Go home and sort yourself out. I fucking hate seeing you like this. I want to blow your face up.”

Izuku can’t help but snort at that.

“I love you too, Kacchan.”

“Fuck you.”

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You get home around 2PM; you managed to find some All Might shaped chicken nuggets in the store which you decided to air fry today with some lovely fresh veggies you found in the little market you love. Oh, and rice. Izuku needs more than a snack when he comes home.

Thankfully you manage to finish cooking by 3 so you decide to sit down and finally start working on your commissions; there isn’t much to do, just a few sketches, so you should be done by the time Izuku gets home. Thank god no one commissioned anything detailed, otherwise you would be fucked; there is no way you can do a full, colored drawing in this mental state.

For your surprise the door opens around 4PM; Izuku is already in his civilian clothes, freshly showered, hair still a bit wet.

There is one thing you realize now that Kyouka told you about his past; Izuku’s civilian clothes are quite plain compared to his usual style. It doesn’t sit right with you but that’s a problem for another day.

Today’s problem is…

“You are really early, did you forget something? Want to eat before you go back? I made you something special!” You jump off the chair right away. Izuku looks at you like this is the last time he sees your face; you have no idea what’s going on but you really hate that look on his face, that’s for sure. “Oh my god, please tell me this is not that part of the fanfiction when the hero comes home and tells his wife that he’s going a year long mission to America. I’m not ready for that yet.”

For some reason, Izuku looks guilty. He lowers his eyes, suddenly finding the design of the floor extremely interesting as he fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket anxiously.

“Just a short day, nothing to worry about.” Izuku smiles but it’s fake. So fucking fake it makes you want to gag. “Were you doing a commission? Don’t worry about me, I’m not even supposed to be here, so just ignore me.”

Red flag. A big, fucking red flag. Something happened and Izuku is not telling you jack shit about it.

“Izu, what the fuck, I’ve been waiting to have a few hours with you for a whole week, I can’t just ignore you. With the amount of hours you work I have all the time to finish this fucking scribble, but I only have a few hours with you.” You reprimand, a little bit offended. Just a little bit. Teeny-tiny bit. “You also left without giving me a kiss. You need to give me double kisses today. Also, look at the food I made for you!” You run into the kitchen and come out with the All Might shaped chicken nuggets. You show them off proudly, jumping up and down with the excitement. “Look! It’s All Might! And chicken! I put the magnet that came with it on the fridge, I hope that’s fine! There are 10 different magnets to collect, I’ll try to get them all!”

Suddenly, a loud sob escapes Izuku’s mouth, but it’s not his usual ‘I’m so happy so I’ll cry a river’ kinda sob, it’s the one full of pain and misery. “Izu.” You put the food down on the table to approach the shaking man now sitting on the floor. “I’m sorry do you not want to eat All Might? That’s okay, Izu!” You mutter but Izuku jumps into your words.

“Y/N, stop.” The sound of your own name sounds so foreign from Izuku’s mouth you almost choke on your words. “Stop. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much, I can’t…” Izuku starts to sob again and you are not too far behind him. Without knowing, your tears start to fall, joining Izuku’s in the puddle of misery on the floor.

“What’s wrong, baby? Please, tell me what did I do wrong. I won’t do it ever again, I swear…”

“I know you want to move out. You don’t need to pretend.” Izuku jumps into your words between two loud sobs. “I know I’m impossible to live with, I know my love is toxic, it’s too much too soon, I’m… aware of it and I can change, I can give you space, fuck, I can sleep in the agency if you want me to, I don’t care, but please, don’t leave me. I can change, I can do anything…”

Instead of words you decide to use your hand to tell him how fucking annoyed you are. Because honest to fuck you thought someone died or Izuku is dying or the world is on fire and these are his last words… the sound of the slap is loud in the quiet room but it makes Izuku listen and hopefully he’ll forgive you when this is over.

“I don’t want you to change, you dumb little… waaah!” Great job, Y/N. You are doing fucking well. You slapped the poor sobbing guy then you called him dumb. Great start indeed. “I fucking love you and your nerdy little ass, I love the way you geek out over the stupidest thing, I love how we are glued to each other when you’re home because that’s what I also want to do, thank you for fucking asking, I love those super silly t-shirts you’re hiding at the back of your drawer and I can’t believe you never wear them by the way, I’m not leaving you, I’m not going anywhere, I want to be here, with you, every single second, I can’t believe you really thought you could get rid of me that easily, Midoriya Izuku!” You have no air left by the time you finish your sentence because you forgot to breathe during your rant. “Don’t you fucking dare to change for me. I fell in love with YOU, not with some impostor. Tell me what you want. Do what you want. Act as silly as you want. I’ll probably only love you more, even though it’s quite impossible.”

The silence is deafening. You can see Izuku’s brain going into overdrive. He looks completely lost.

“The notes on the table…” He mutters as he motions towards the notebook. He looks dumbfounded.

“Kyouka is looking for a new flat. I was helping her.”

“I’m an idiot.” Izuku mumbles, mortified. He even forgets to cry.

“Yeah, you are. My idiot boyfriend who I love so dearly.” The words slip out but it’s too late to take it back; you look at Izuku with a terrified look on your face, ready to be reprimanded but Izuku looks at you with nothing but wonder, eyes shining from tears and finally, from happiness.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say it again.” Izuku’s hand reaches towards you. Needless to say, you take it.

“My weird boyfriend, Midoriya Izuku.” You giggle to yourself. If this would be a fanfiction… ahh, Nevermind.

“I love you, Sweet Pea. Please, never change.” Izuku is all over you, not even caring about the floor being the most uncomfortable surface in the whole entire building. You can’t really hold yourself up with such a heavy weight sitting on your shoulders so you both end up stumbling backwards with a loud yelp followed by a bunch of giggling.

“So what does my boyfriend want to do today?” You mutter into Izuku’s neck between two kisses.

“I want to watch an All Might movie in my silly All Might onesie I’m hiding in my dresser while I eat the silly little all might chicken nuggets my perfect girlfriend made for me.”

Your smile is so big it actually hurts your jaw.

“… Only if I can borrow a silly All Might shirt to match with you.”

Apparently, that was the right thing to say; Izuku is about to combust from the happiness as he attacks your mouth with violent happy kisses.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He mutters into your lips, already knowing your answer.

“Only a few thousand times but it never gets old.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?” He smirks with such confidence it makes you shiver. You did that. You made him feel that way. Oh fuck, this new Midoriya Izuku is really bad for your heart.

“Might as well be.” You grab Izuku’s hair at the back of his head and yank him forward for a heated, deep kiss. Izuku yelps but he doesn’t let you have all the control; this is Izuku’s day, he’s is completely unhinged and so are you.

The food got cold by the time you managed to untangle from each other.

And fuck, it was so worth it.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Some explanations for the this chapter because I feel like it’s needed:

- 1. Midoriya does wear merch, but mostly black ones with a logo on it instead of the super loud, super colorful ones he would prefer.

- 2. Midoriya’s mum said in one of the chapters that Midoriya has never had a girl over before which is still true; the girl was never officially introduced to Inko as Izuku knew the way the girl was treating him would make his mom really sad. Inko has a slight idea about what happened thanks to Katsuki but she was spared from the gruesome details of it. Izuku doesn’t know his mom knows about it.

- 3. No, they didn’t do anything cheeky on the floor. They were just kissing, you dirty little potato.

- In the next chapter, we are going home to Izuku’s mom! I’m so excited!!!!

- I got a beautiful Deku figurine. I try not to talk about my figurine obsession anymore but I have to show this one off. I genuinely didn’t think I’ll be able to get my hands on this one because it’s an Ichiban Kuji (it’s like a lottery but with anime merch) Last One prize, but here I am, I guess. 😂

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[foodsies4me]

AWG but Alec has a warlock mark

Tagging @ariella9melody and @buglersholiday because you both asked for this prompt that ended up in Cat's POV because the majority of Alec's POV would have been a mixture of "don't speak to Magnus Bane", "don't speak of Magnus Bane" and "don't tell Catarina about Magnus Bane"

Catarina stares at the young teenager, barely more than a child, in front of her. She takes in the nervous way he’s clenching and unclenching his fingers, his eyes darting every so often to a smiling Magnus, who is discussing some last-minute details with Elder Musa.

The boy is clearly uncomfortable with Magnus being there and Catarina is still trying to figure out if that’s due to his parents or something else. She doesn't think it's the usual shadowhunter bigotry, though, which is a relief because she wouldn’t want him to fight to overcome self-hatred on top of everything he already has on his plate.

“So, Alec,” she says, “- are you fine with me calling you that? Or do you prefer something else?”

“Alec is fine,” he nods, eyes darting over to a slowly approaching Ragnor. “But - uh, I thought you were sending me back to the institute, so,” another look sent Magnus’ way and a sigh of relief when he leaves, “Why am I here?”

“I’ll make a portal for you,” Catarina reassures, trying not to scare the young teenager away or make him think they’re keeping him captive, “But you’re here so we can schedule a training regimen for you that wouldn’t interrupt your shadowhunter duties.”

Catarina tries to keep her voice even as she says this, trying to ignore the same impulse that had pushed several of the Elders to mention the word ‘kidnapping’ in more than a joking manner. Because it wasn’t enough for Alec to be in an immense amount of danger just by existing. No, the Lightwoods also had the fantastic idea of letting a thirteen-year-old patrol.

Alec furrows his eyebrows together, “Why?”

“To teach you how to control your magic,” Catarina says, confused by Alec’s sudden confusion. He had been the one to seek her out, after all, panic and fear were visible in every line of his body when he asked her for help because his glamour runes refused to work any longer.

Catarina had been confused at first, wariness and compassion in equal measure had put her on high alert, her magic scouring her surroundings for any other angelic signatures, which led to her only catching half of Alec’s explanation.

That confusion had faded the moment Alec had raised his shirt and twisted around to reveal white, opalescent scales that gathered into small diamond-like shapes along his spine. A warlock mark.

Catarina had been quick to contact Magnus and the other Elders despite the panicked request she keeps this between them. Something like a shadowhunter-born warlock, one that could bear runes unlike Tessa, was not something she would have been able to keep to herself. Not when that very fact put Alec into a world of danger.

Still, it had taken her nearly an hour to get Alec’s okay. The promise of blood oaths that would prevent her and the Elders from sharing the information with anyone else enough to finally convince him.

That's how they ended up in their current situation, though, Catarina is starting to realize there was some miscommunication somewhere down the line if Alec is asking her why she would help him train his magic.

“But you glamoured the…my back,” Alec says, eyebrows still furrowed in confusion. “That’s all I needed.”

Catarina gentles her voice, “Untrained magic is dangerous magic,” she says, repeating the sentence her own teacher had installed into her at a young age.

Alec somehow looks even more confused.“But I don’t have magic,” he corrects, breaking his parade’s rest to scratch at a spot over his chest. “I’m pretty sure I would have noticed if I had.”

“Maybe it’s weaker because of your angelic blood,” Catarina muses, walking over to her couch and inviting him over. “But I can assure you, you do.”

Alec presses his lips together, “I don’t want to be a bother,” he says, sounding old and painfully young all at once. “You mentioned you’re a nurse and I don’t want to take up your free time to accommodate my schedule.”

There’s something infuriatingly adult in the way he speaks, a maturity that comes from being forced to grow up past your age. Then again, she thinks sardonically, being used like the Nephilim equivalent of canon fodder will do that to you.

Seriously, a thirteen-year-old patrolling. Most warlocks wouldn’t let their children or apprentices brew a harmless beginner's potion by themselves at that age.

“I’m sure we can figure out something that would work out for the both of us,” she says, conjuring a pen and a notepad that she holds out to him. “Now, what about you write down your schedule and I write mine down.”

Alec does as ordered and starts writing down his weekly schedule to her growing horror. Starting at half past five in the morning, Alec's days seem to stretch well until midnight on the nights that he isn't patrolling and that will just not stand.

"As a nurse, I'm obliged to tell you that the recommended amount of sleep for a child your age is eight to ten hours a day."

"I'm a shadowhunter, not a child," Alec says with an assertiveness that doesn't come from defensiveness, but from being told the same words over and over again. "And I think I'm finished."

Alec hands her the schedule and Catarina tries to read the different categories Alec has written down: training, trainees, paperwork, Max and Leo, archery practice, patrol, sparring with Jace, sword practice, studying, rune practice, and story time.

"Training and trainees?" she asks, wondering what the difference is between both categories.

"Training is for Jace, my parabatai, Izzy, my sister, and I. The trainees are what we call my little brother and his best friend, they just turned three and are learning their basic forms. I'm helping them."

Catarina nods to show she understands. She supposes she can't fault Alec for wanting to be a good brother and help his little brother with his training, even if the thought of a three-year-old needing to learn how to fight is horrifying to even think of.

"And Max and Leo?"

"The New York Institute isn't a kid institute, so Max and Leo don't really have anyone to play with or keep them busy."

Catarina nods again to avoid asking about the amount of 'Max' as well as 'Max and Leo' time as well as 'Trainee' time that has been penciled in. Instead, she summons a cup of hot chocolate for Alec to have something to distract herself and him with. Then, after he's taken a few sips, eyes brightening in delight - and oh, she wouldn't have taken him for a sweet tooth - she asks about the strangest entry.

"What about paperwork? Is that similar to the studying and rune practice?"

Alec shakes his head, slowly lowering his cup on the coffee table, "No, it's just - when mom and dad are away to other institutes or in Idriss, I have to do the paperwork," he says with a careless shrug.

Catarina looks down at the schedule, looks back at the young teenager on her couch, and back at the schedule. Then, she bites down the question that is burning on her tongue.

After all, the answer is staring at her in the shape of a frankly ridiculous schedule that Alec wrote down without a second thought.

This means the story time entry, the entry that takes place twice a day at the same time every single day, right around what would be the usual bedtime for a three-year-old, is exactly what the word entails.

Catarina didn't think her personal opinion on Maryse and Robert Lightwood could sink any lower.

"Your studies are they with a teacher?" She asks, looking at the few spots those take. She wouldn't be able to ask him to do the paperwork he shouldn't be doing over at her apartment, but maybe she can convince him to take his studying sessions here.

"Not anymore," Alec says, "I just get the study material and the homework I need to finish. Why?"

"Well, then I suggest we broaden your studies during those hours," she says, circling the study hours on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday the days she usually has off. "That okay with you?"

Alec is still looking at her with a confused expression as if unsure of what to expect from her. "If that's easiest for you," he says, hand coming to scratch that spot on his chest again, "But I can adapt. I just have to be there for Max when he wakes up and when he goes to sleep, but the rest I can switch around."

Catarina had an inkling he would say something like this.

"Don't worry, this would work out the best for both of us," she reassures, hiding the anger behind a kind smile and another cup of hot chocolate. Then, she gives Alec his promised portal with a promise to see him on Thursday and dials a number she knows as well as her own.

Magnus picks up on the first ring. "Chocolate or alcohol?"

"Both. As well as a plan on how to murder the Lightwoods if you'd please."

"That bad?"

Catarina thinks of patrolling at thirteen years old, thinks of the hellish schedule and the fact that Alec is apparently single-handedly raising his little brother, is semi-raising his two other siblings as well, and all that on top of not quite running the institute in his parents' absence. .

"Worse."

[thefallennightmare]

HELLO HELLO

It's time I bothered you with my requests again

You can write it as you like...a one shot, headcanons or something for headcanon Monday..depending how much time you have..

This though has been in my head for SO LONG..like imagine you go to sleep.. single and alone..and wake up with arms around you?? And when your eyes adjusted the tattoos came to display..and you recognize them... they're Andy's??? Why are you in his arms asleep...where even are you you don't recognize the room...IS THAT YOUR NAME INSTEAD OF JULIETS ON HIS ARM??? imagine he kisses you when he wakes up and you're like "this is nice..BUT WHAT IS GOING ON"

I'm Soo interested to see what you think of this 👀👀👀

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"Goodnight, Salem," you gave your black cat a few head scratches before snuggling into bed for the night.

It was another disastrous night of blind dates set up by your friends and you actually ended up leaving this one early to come home to cuddle with your cat.

You were tired of going to bed alone and silently wished for something different as your eyelids closed, sleep overtaking you.

When you woke the next morning, you felt a new kind of weight across your stomach that didn't feel like your cat.

Slowly opening your eyes, you glanced down to see an arm wrapped around you, holding you close. It was covered in tattoos, two specifically catching your attention.

A large Batman logo with the words 'Mom and Dad' above it.

And a name across the large bicep.

Y/N.

"What the fuck," you muttered while turning over in bed and nearly screaming at the face hiding beneath a head of dark hair.

The faint nose ring was the first thing you noticed.

You recognized this face.

You fawned over this face almost every night.

You've listened to this face sing your favorite songs every day.

"Hi angel," Andy mused with a sleep-filled voice. "Did you sleep alright?"

You blinked, trying to get your bearings on what was going on.

Andy Biersack was in your bed and he called you angel.

Was this a dream?

You pinched yourself to make sure and yelped in pain.

Nope, this was real.

"Did you just pinch yourself?" Andy chuckled before stretching his long body. "Alright, I'm going to feed Salem and then get breakfast started for us. We've got a long day."

Before you could say anything, Andy pressed his lips to yours in a kiss, one that took you a minute to realize what was going on. When you did, it was too late because he rolled out of bed, naked.

You noticed you were also naked.

"What the fuck happened last night?" You muttered to yourself, wondering if you were drunk.

You knew you weren't. You didn't have a sip of alcohol last night.

"You forgot already?" Andy placed his hands on his hips.

You couldn't help your wandering gaze as you looked down at his somewhat hard cock and you bit your lip at the sight.

"You said yes," he lifted your left hand to show the diamond ring on your finger.

You gasped at the size of it.

"Maybe I should let you sleep a little bit longer, you seem a bit out of it," Andy frowned and kissed your forehead. "I'll come wake you up once breakfast is ready."

You looked around the room to see countless pictures of you and Andy; some solo and some together.

What the fuck was going on?

[spoiledleaff]

That dew/aeon angst you posted before broke me.... is there gonna be a part 2? Maybe Aeon helping Dew fix his hair?

yeah! of course, anon! a little dew/aeon hurt and comfort to hopefully help with the angst :) oh! for those who might be interested, this is a direct continuation of this post! :D

aeon sat with dewdrop for a long time after that. he held his hand: cold, clammy, and burnt. there's gold strands of hair sticking to the gaps between aeon's fingers; he wonders briefly if dewdrop's hair is wrapping around his heart as he sits and cries with the fire's sin.

he's cold—why is he so cold?

aeon wonders if somehow pulling your own hair out is a sign of dying before he quickly realizes he doesn't want to think about that. he holds on to dewdrop's hands a little tight—tries to cry a little quieter.

"can i cut your hair?" aeon whispers, and his lips brush against dewdrop's cheek because they're just that close. the uneven ends of dewdrop's hair scratch against aeon's collarbones.

they're shagged. frazzled. untidy, and aeon knows that cumulus would throw a fit if she saw. her hair's always so neat. it's untamed, but aeon thinks of it as a controlled chaos; it works for her, a devilish contrast to her angelic beauty.

"to even it out." aeon offers quietly, truthfully.

dewdrop's silent despite his ragged breathing. his shoulders shake, knocking against aeon's own as dewdrop's inner flame struggles to not extinguish; he can see it, the struggle in those wide, scared eyes.

"please." he says, and aeon doesn't know if he's ever heard dewdrop beg outside of rain's bedroom.

"i can braid it. like, when i'm done." aeon says, though his inflection makes it sound like a question. he slips one of his hands away from the death-grip dewdrop has on him — wait, what? was it always aeon who was the one being clung on to? and not the other way around? — and ghosts the tips of his claws over the dying ends of dewdrop's hair. "i think it should still be long enough."

dewdrop flinches. aeon chokes on his own tongue.

"i think you'd look good with a bob." he tries to ammend.

"...shorter."

"shorter?"

"cut my hair shorter." dewdrop asks, nuzzling into the underside of aeon's jaw. there's a broken purr rumbling in his throat; it reminds aeon of cirrus' kettle. "i don't want to be able to braid it."

"o-okay." aeon stutters, his hand falls from the grace of dewdrop's hair and lands on the fire ghoul's shoulder. "okay, yeah- yeah. i can- i can do that."

dewdrop's purr goes stronger, and aeon wants to burn in the vibrations. but, like- lovingly.

"i think you'd look good with a fairy cut."

dewdrop laughs. it sounds awful—broken and shattered and cracked at the edges, like the sound was just ripped from his throat like golden strands of hidden connections ripped from a lost soul's scalp-

oh.

"pixie," dewdrop laughs, a sound that aeon wants to cherish nonetheless, "it's called a pixie cut, idiot."

aeon laughs, and his doesn't much better, but dewdrop presses a kiss to aeon's quivering jaw like it's a reward.

and that's all it takes for aeon to change thoughts—think about how excited he is for dewdrop to no longer have a curtain of hair to hide behind when it matters most. less hiding, more available skin for aeon to sneak chaste smooches against, and more opportunities for aeon to admire the lost freckles of the ocean's kisses.

he wonders if he should worry about competing with the ocean. he chances a glance at dewdrop — who reminds aeon of a drowned cat: nuzzling and nipping at the column of aeon's throat and kneading aeon's hand with his own shaking claws — and realizes he doesn't have to worry about something so silly.

the ocean would have to drown him and the pits of hell would have to devour his ashes to keep him away from the little ghoul in his arms.

he's gonna give dewdrop the best fucking haircut-

[chirp-a-chirp]

S:Rank Prince Short Stories/Reactions to Getting a Massage from MC

Guy

Picture a gorgeous but typically ornery black cat, its eyes half-closed in satisfaction, belly tantalizingly exposed. There’s a small smirk to the purring cat, as it dares you to pet its belly. Give the correct stroke, and it’ll reward you with head nuzzles and an affectionate bite.

This is Guy, if MC gives him the perfect massage.

However, Guy is…particular with the massages he gets. This is the typical exchange between MC and Guy when MC gives him a massage.

MC: *Sitting in Guy’s lap, massaging Guy’s shoulders as Guy wordlessly answers Avari correspondence*

Guy: Is that it?

MC: Maybe if you actually told me what KIND of massage you liked it would be better.

Guy: *Eyes not leaving his letters* I shouldn’t have to. Jasper doesn’t need to ask me for instructions.

Guy: *Smirking slightly* Heh, next time I shall—

MC: If you say Jasper gives better massages than me, I will end you.

Lynt

Now picture a contented cream colored cat, sprawled out on a lap. It looks happy as it slumbers away—so happy that you’re reluctant to disturb it. Surely you weren’t planning on getting up anytime soon, right?

This is Lynt when given nearly any kind of massage. He’s especially fond of head scratches and substituting people’s laps for pillows. If head scratches AND lap pillows are combined, you are not getting up until Lynt awakens.

The other princes have learned through experience to keep their laps and hands unavailable if they wish to make their appointments on time (well, most of the princes. Fenn conveniently forgets when feeling clingy). MC, however, cannot say no to Lynt’s puppy dog eyes.

MC: Umm, sorry about missing class Guy. As you can see…*gestures at Lynt asleep in her lap, with surprisingly strong arms around her waist*

Guy: That is no excuse. You—

Fenn: Would you prefer for our dear Lynt to occupy your time like this? You used to be Lynt’s favored cuddling companion until Treasure came along. Are you jealous Guy?

Guy: …

Guy: Here is the assignment you missed in class. *Drops papers next to MC*

Toa

If ANYONE deserves a massage, or needs a moment to not feel like the weight of a kingdom is on his shoulders, it’s Toa.

Toa’s extensive medical knowledge means he is more keenly aware of when someone would give a bad massage (that is NOT the proper technique to massage the shoulder area Fenn). Toa’s pride also means his willingness to allow tickling or wandering touches is nonexistent (Fenn, your hands do NOT need to veer towards my—).

Does MC have a technique to her massages that renders her touch unique? Not particularly, but to Toa, there is no other touch he prefers.

MC has learned to recognize various tics of Toa that indicate stress—furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, a pen tapping repeatedly on a desk. These tics manifest the most when Toa responds to various Qelsan royal correspondence, particularly from Idina or King Gilbert.

MC forces Toa to take breaks from his writing, offering him herbal tea or hot chocolate. She massages his fingers until they regain a semblance of warmth; she cards her hands through his hair to reduce the lines of worry creasing his forehead; she takes each of his fingers and gently kisses them, reminding Toa that perhaps angels do exist in Saligia, because that is what MC is to him.

Knight opens the door to Toa’s room. “Toa I have more correspondence that requires—“. Knight stops himself as he sees MC sitting in Toa’s lap, her hands caressing Toa’s fingers. Toa looks tenderly at MC, his eyes sparkling and his lips curved in a soft smile.

“I-I’ll just let myself out!” With a muted yelp, Knight leaves the room.

Roy

Get on the bed. Now.

Roy blinks a few times at MC’s directive. He’s closed the door to his room, a smile plastered on his face. Roy has finished hosting a contentious diplomatic convention at Saligia. The tension Roy carries in his body radiates off him—not that he’ll fully admit to it.

“I will confess there was some degree of stress involved. But all is well—“

“All is NOT well. Let me soothe you. Consider it my special privilege reserved for you.” Roy smirks slightly at the phrasing. “No, not THAT kind of soothing. I mean, not yet maybe! But—“

Roy laughs at MC’s flushed expression, his body already visibly more relaxed by MC’s presence and consideration. Roy’s eyes flicker to his door to confirm it’s shut. He drops his jacket to the floor and flops on his bed.

“Do what you will with me Heartspell.” His tired voice is muffled against the sheets, but there’s a hint of mischief that can’t be concealed.

Within 5 minutes, Roy practically melts against the pillows as MC massages his shoulders and upper back. 10 minutes passes and MC sees Roy’s eyes closed and his breathing steady. MC bends down to kiss his brow when an arm snakes around her waist. She is pulled down, her body flush against Roy’s side.

“Thank you, MC.” MC shivers as Roy nibbles her ear. “Now, allow me to soothe you in return.”

Fenn

Does Fenn enjoy massages? Is that even a question?

Fenn’s enjoyment of this activity is so well-known at Colde that there is an underground trade of massage oils with Fenn’s likeness on the bottles. The bottles are scrawled with suggestive phrases such as “Luxuriate with Prince Fenn” and “butter me up Luxure”. But massages also leave Fenn exposed—in more ways than one.

MC takes one of the underground massage oil bottles, puts her picture on it, and mixes elements of her perfume to the oil. While in Fenn’s room, MC gives Fenn a full body massage. Fenn lays on a massage table, covered in nothing but a towel around his waist. He is unusually quiet as MC’s fingers skate tenderly across Fenn’s hard muscles and smooth skin.

“Well, your body is not nearly as stiff as it was earlier!” MC bites her lip—she waits for Fenn to retort cheekily to her comment (there’s one part of me that’s still stiff Treasure. And only you can fix it!). Silence follows. MC pats down Fenn’s back and limbs with a towel to remove excess oil.

“Are you ok Fenn? How are you feeling?”

After a moment, Fenn says, “Did you know all massage oils are made in Luxure?” MC shakes her head. “This oil is the closest thing I’ve felt to being in Luxure in years.”

A silence hangs in the air. Fenn then grabs MC’s hand as if it were a lifeline, fingers twining with hers. “But with you Treasure, I feel the same comforts Luxure can offer but more.” He squeezes her hand and continues,

“With you, I feel I am home.”

[viktheviking1]

The lights at the Hazbin Hotel were still on, despite it being the witching hour. Husk had been shining the same three glasses for the past six hours while he waited, but he must have dozed off at some point because he woke up to the feeling of someone scratching his head. It felt nice, so at first he didn't open up his eyes, just stirred a little, getting more comfortable. But the hand left his head so he blinked his bleary eyes to ask whoever it was to keep going. That's when he saw Angel Dust sitting at his bar.

"Awe~ Did the kitty have a nice cat nap?" He teased with those big eyes of his.

Startled, Husk's hand immediately went to his head, only to find his hat was still there. Had it been a dream then? But if his head had been resting on the bar, how did the hat stay on?

"You lose something, puss?" Angel asked, seeing the confusion on Husk's face.

"N-no." Husk said, collecting himself, "You're here awfully late."

Angel groaned, "Don't I know it. I swear, you let time slip by on a lunch break once and then you're stuck there diddling random holes til morning! That fucking shithead won't let me enjoy some pizza in peace!"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Husk teased, as he poured a drink for Angel.

"Yeah, and I'll kiss you too. . . I'll even give you a special discount if you pour me two more of those." Angel walked his fingers up Husk's arm.

Husk brushed him off, and started polishing his glasses again, "You know that won't work on me."

Angel slammed his fists on the counter, looking exasperated, which was not what Husk had been expecting, "So what exactly would work on you?! I've unloaded my whole arsenal of seductive weapons on you, something you should feel honored that I would even waste my time on, by the way, and nothing has worked!" He threw his hands in the air for emphasis, "And I didn't know that was possible for someone who isn't ace or straight!"

"And who said I wasn't either of those things?" Husk asked, frowning.

Angel raised an eyebrow, scanning him up and down, then stared down the fibber in front of him ". . . Really?"

"Tch." Husk blushed, putting down the glass in his hands, "Well maybe the problem is that you, yourself view your advances as a weapons and attacks."

"What the f**k is that supposed to mean?" Angel crossed all his arms.

Read More of Soft Spot here:

[average-giant-kissing-enjoyer]

G/t July in August #31: Free Day

Russell awoke in a pillar of light, laying on his back on something soft. I’m dead, he thought. I have died, and this is the afterlife. He stretched his limbs and got to his feet.

If this wasn’t the afterlife, it looked a hell of a lot like it. Russell walked along a field of clouds, following the sound of angelic music coming from the distance. As he drew closer, he saw a gate, white as pearl, rising up from the cloud.

At the foot of the gate stood a strange figure. It wasn’t human, not at all. Yet it looked something like an animal, though not immediately recognizable. It was as big as an elephant, at least, standing on all fours - but it definitely wasn’t one. No trunk. And the tail was much too long. The only animal Russell could think of was a cat, but he’d never seen a cat that large before. Not even a lion or tiger grew that big.

“Hello, traveler,” said a deep voice. Russell started and glanced around, looking for the source, until he realized it came from the animal. He was close enough to really see it for himself. It was a cat, and a housecat-looking thing at that. A big orange cat, a lot like the one he had back when… but wait, how had it grown so big? Russell panicked at the thought that maybe the cat wasn’t big at all, but he had shrunk to the size of a mouse. Maybe this wasn’t the good place.

“I said hello,” the voice repeated. “Over here. Yes, it’s me.” The cat squinted at Russell with a look of judgment. “Were you expecting something different?”

Russell scratched at his head. “Are you… Jesus? Or Buddha? I don’t know what’s going on.”

The cat sighed and flicked its big orange tail. “They told me you’d be confused. All newcomers are confused at first when they see one of us. I came out here to greet you, Russell.”

“You know my name?” Russell wondered, but then remembered where he was. “Of course you do. You’re God or something.”

He could swear the cat rolled his eyes. “You don’t recognize me? Look closer.”

Ever since he noticed the cat, Russell had a strange thought digging at the back of his brain, but it was so crazy he refused to acknowledge it. Well, he was acknowledging it now. “Ginger?”

“That is the name you remember me by,” said the cat. “Here I am known as Elyria, the Golden One. That is the name I’ve always had, though you never bothered to learn it.” At that, Elyria growled ever so slightly.

“Hang on a second,” Russell protested. “How could I have known that? Ginger was - you were - my cat. I had you for ten years until you… wait, I thought you must have wandered off and died. Did you - were you carried up to heaven?”

Elyria’s ears pressed back. “Don’t be ridiculous. I did die - it was not a pleasant experience. But this is where all animals go to wait for their humans. You were a good person. You always fed me on time and pet me when I wanted attention and you never chased me around with the vacuum cleaner.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” said Russell. “So, like, are you big or am I small?”

“Does it matter?” the cat replied casually. “We’re together again. What are you waiting for? Are you ready to enter into paradise?”

Russell peered around the great cat in front of him. Whatever was beyond the gates was out of his vision, but it sounded great. People were laughing and singing. Dogs were barking. “Do I just… walk in?”

“Well, I have to let you,” said Elyria.

“Let me?”

“Oh, I forgot to say that part. That’s the rule in heaven. Humans aren’t allowed in unless they were nice to their pets, or other small animals. Things like that.” Elyria bent down so his face was right in Russell’s. He sniffed at his former owner’s face in curiosity. “Good thing you were a nice person.”

Russell swallowed. “What happens… what about the people who aren’t nice.”

“Well, they aren’t let in,” said the cat, and he left it at that for Russell to use his imagination. “You humans thought you ruled everything on earth because you were bigger and stronger and smarter than the rest of us. But that’s not how things are up here. Being bigger and stronger and smarter just means you have to be softer and nicer and gentler.”

“But you’re bigger now.”

Elyria licked at Russell’s cheek. It was coarse, but Russell appreciated the kind gesture. “This is how things were always supposed to be, wouldn’t you agree? Now let’s go inside. Do you want to ride on my back?”

Russell’s face went red. “Oh wow - yes. I mean I’ve always wanted to do that kind of thing, but you know, cats and dogs were always too small.”

“Say no more,” said Elyria, lying down. “Climb aboard, Russell. There will be lots more rides after this, and cuddles, and all sorts of games you’re going to love.”

“You were always my favorite cat,” said Russell.

“Oh, I know.”

[kaseylynnwriting]

First Meeting- Finn and Yvette

“I think you’re just being pa— FINN, stop!” I slammed on the breaks, sending us both lurching forward into the dashboard.

“What the hell was that for?” I demanded. Before she could answer, something hopped up on the hood. A slender orange and white cat peered at me through the windshield, it’s dark eyes narrowed. I felt a chill go down my spine and spread through my fingers.

She unbuckled and threw open her door.

“Stupid cat—”

Before it could make a move, Adalie had it by the scruff of its neck and brought it back into the car.

“You almost got hit. You got a death wish or what?!” She demanded, holding it out and scolding it as though it had any earthly idea what she was saying.

“Put it down before it scratches you.” I hissed. From the way that it’s fur’d started to fluff up along its tail, I knew that it wasn’t thrilled with being manhandled.

I won’t scratch her. I’ll just bite the end of her nose off.

The voice came from inside my head. I froze, my fingers tense against the steering wheel. With a shaky breath, I pulled up to the exit and started to watch for an opportunity to make a left turn. No way. There’s no way. I imagined it. It was just… my subconscious. Intrusive thoughts. Maybe I’ve been playing too many video games. I leaned forward to see past a line of bushes that blocked the view of the road. One car to the right, three left… Turning was always a bit of a risk, but most students learned how to time it correctly without causing a massive pile up. A few honks were commonplace, but there hadn’t been a wreck since the first day of school- and that was remarkable. I managed to turn and ignored the warning beep from the Jeep Wrangler I’d somewhat cut off.

“We can’t take it all of the way home with us,” I said. Adalie relinquished her hold on the cat, and it had bounded into the backseat.

I hate to break it to ya, but it looks like that’s exactly where I’m going. I watched, in the rearview, as it circled a few times, its claws digging into the faux leather with tiny popping sounds.

You aren’t speaking. I know that. It’s just my subconscious.

I’m glad you’re already sitting down, because I am most definitely the one speaking. Just stay calm. We don’t want you to crash or almost hit any other cats, do we?

“Hey, don’t forget about the Panera order…” Adalie said, motioning to the street ahead. I pulled over into the right turn lane and waited for the cars on the other side to finish crossing over.

This isn’t possible. I gotta be losing it. That’s the only explanation.

Maybe we should start with introductions, first. My name is Yvette and I am your guardian.

What, like guardian angel? I snorted. Adalie turned to look at me, her brow furrowed.

“Are you okay? You got randomly, weirdly quiet all of a sudden. Is it the cat? I don’t think its gonna attack you. We can let her out once we get home. I just don’t want it wandering around near such a busy road where she absolutely will get squashed.”

“Yvette.” I said reflexively. “Her name is Yvette.”

“You named her?”

“It just…feels like a good name.”

“You don’t know if its a girl, anyway. Aren’t most orange cats boys?”

“I just know that she’s a girl, Adalie. I can’t really explain it. I just know that’s what she wants her name to be.”

Her mouth curved into an amused little grin. Turning in the seat, she reached her hand out towards the back. Yvette huffed, her tail swishing back and force as she eyed her fingers with what I could only describe as complete and utter disdain. With a scowl, she pulled her hand back. With a purr, Yvette settled into the seat, curling her paws in under herself. I turned into the parking lot.

“Are you planning on keeping her?”

“I don’t know. We can figure that out later. Go get our food.”

“Why do I have to get it?”

“Because I paid for it, I drove you here. I picked you up from school.”

“You go to the same school. It’s not like it was out of y-”

“Just go and get the damn food. Please.” She mumbled something under her breath, mocking me, no doubt, but got out of the car and slammed the door behind her.

“Okay,” I spun around in the seat. Yvette popped open one eye and stretched out before hopping up onto the center console.

“You’ve got until she comes back to tell me what’s going on. What are you? Why are you hear?”

I can’t answer every question you have right now.

[newt-man0304]

Obey me brothers/dateables and Luke meet Cereza

(Basically, while venturing in the avalon forest, Cereza fell into a portal and landed in devildom. No mc, just cereza being taken care of)

Lucfer:

-Confused. How did a mortal child end up here?

-What really caught him off guard was that this child seemed powerful, but didn't seem to unlock her true abilities.

-Learns that she was a witch in training and that her name was Cereza.

-Avalon forest? Inferno? He never heard about those places. Faeries ane monsterous looking demons?

-Learns that Cereza wants to save her mother and Lucifer respects that, but is a little doubtful of the 10 year old.

-Him and lord diavolo decide to let her stay for a while so she could get stronger and maybe even tell them about this witch clan and the rest.

-'Why is your cat dolls eyes glowing'

-He doesn't like Chesire.

-Reminds Cereza of Morgana. Cold, but wants the best for everyone

Mammon:

-Oh hell no

-Not only is he assigned to look after a child, but a witch in training no less

-Alright, who sent you here to collect something from me? I ain't giving you one grimm

-Learns that he isn't in dept with Cerezas teacher and sighs in relief.

-At first, he tries to stay away, but then when a few other witches attacked him, Cereza sent out Chesire and incased them in thorns.

-The witches never came back again. Ever since that day, he became sort of a uncle figure for Cereza.

-May or may not dress Cereza up as him and gets in trouble with Lucifer.

-Cereza accidently learns how to scam people

Leviathan:

-Another Normie? Boring.

-Isn't the biggest fan of children.

-But when he learns from the umbran clan that cereza is from, he changes his mind.

-You're just like that main character from 'I kill angels and try to regain my memories after sleeping for 500 years'

-She doesn't know jack shit of games and anime? Oh hell no! Let me introduce you to Ruri-Chan

-Cereza hangs out with Leviathan the most, because he is basically an outcast from the brothers in her eyes. Altough he was willingly and she was forcefully cast out

Satan:

-Girl be prepared. This demon will adopt you.

-Not only does she have to read a lot to learn spells, Cereza also loves Cats. She styles her hair as cat ears and has a chesire plushie.

-'I've only had Cereza for 1 hour and a half, but if anything happens to her, i will kill everyone and myself'

-Cereza reminds him of alice in wonderland. He also often plays with chesire and makes it fight Cerebrus

-Sometimes has Cereza do something for the anti lucifer league.

-Probably has soemthing about Umbra witches.

-Say hello to your new papa, cereza.

-Constantly fights Asmodeus and Solomon over who gets to take care of her. Chesire is not amused.

Asmodeus:

-Squels when he sees her. She is adorable, but not as adorable as him of course

-A young witch in training,how cute.

-Knows that she is a kid, but she could do better with her outfit choices.

-Whats that? Your hair needs proper care, because it acts as a conduit? Say less! Cerezas hair is in good care with Admodeus.

-Definetly takes a lot of selfies with her and she becomes devildoms most popular witch

-He has a lot to say about Chesire. Couldn't this demon get in a better looking doll?

-Ate his words when he learned that Cerezas mother made this doll when she was imprisoned.

-Hopes Chesire won't scratch his beautiful face.

Beelzebub:

-Big brother instincts kick in

-Thinks of her as a little lilith and protects her with her life

-Occasionally spars with Chesire.

-Cereza gives him lollipos and Avalon essences, which are very sweet.

-Would eat them in a second.

-He reminds Cereza of the Inferno varaint of him, Baal.

-Whats that, your mother is in danger and you have to travel through a forest to save her? Let me come with you.

-He feels like Cereza and Belphie would get along

Belphegor:

-He and Cereza don't get along. At all.

-Belphegor doesn't like humans, especially children and Cereza thinks he is annoying.

-Spite eachother

-Cereza always gets chesire to wake Belphie up. She knows she won't get in trouble with Lucifer if she does.

-That little BI-

Diavolo:

-Learns a lot when Cereza came to the devildom.

-Theres another part of hell named Inferno. He knew of the legend, but didn't think ot existed.

-Surprised that Barbatos knew of it. All the butler had to say was 'You didn't ask, so i didn't tell, young master.'

-Inspires Cereza a lot. He started to care for her like a little sister.

-He finds Chesire very cute.

-If anyone says something bad about Cereza, they will get punished severly. Its a criminal offence now.

-Often gets Barbatos to join them when Cereza is talking about her teacher.

-'Young Master, please get to work'

Barbatos:

-He already knew of Cerezas existence before she came here. She was child of sage and witch blood.

-As to how he knew, its because Cerezas mother, Rosa, made a contract with his own mother, Madama khepri, who is knows as the protector of time in Inferno.

(I know it was never stated that Barbatos had parents, but i thought it would make sense if they were mother and son. They're both mainly known for the color green, control of time and are the most powerful demons in their respective universe.)

-'How amusing' he thought. Who would've known they would cross paths someday. He could've know, but can't use his powers without Diavolos permission.

-He appreciated Cereza a lot, since she sometimes helps him clean. When he asked her why, she just shrugged and told him that her teacher would always make her do chores that might help her with training.

-Is a bit iffed at that.

-Cereza also gives him the plants and herbs she collected from avalon forest. He appreciates it and is surprised how the petals of onyx roses make good tea.

-Once when barbatos was frozen when he saw a 'you-know-what', Cereta captured them in thorny vines and Chesire at them.

-Was very grateful. Wonders if he could borrow Chesire for a while.

Simeon:

-Simply adores her.

-He often watches her have play dates with Luke. He thinks children are the most innocent beings.

-While not thrilled that she was a witch who makes pacts with Infernal demons, he respects her decision.

-Fate hasn't decided yet. He can sense an angelic and light magic in her. Who knows, maybe she'll becoma a sage.

-Is also grateful that she doesn't know how to use Technology. How do they do it?

-Hears about how you were treated. He would like to have a word with those bitches- i mean witches.

-That cat doll somehow scares him. It threatend to eat its wings

Luke:

-Finally, another child.

-Becomes instant friends with her.

-Is confused when she said that he resembles the boy im her dreams. Makes him blush a bit.

(Who Cereza reminds him of)

-Bakes with her a lot. They both always want Barabtos to feel special, so they make him cookies or cake.

-Definelty wishes she would visit the celestial realm.

-Bumos heads with Chesire often.

Solomon:

-Not only did Cereza get a dad in devildom, but also a second teacher.

-Teases her a lot and doesn't really mind Chesire.

-He knows a lot about the witches and sages, but choses not to tell the rest. When Cereza asks why, he just says 'why not'

-Is impressed by Cerezas potion making. But she still had a long way to go.

-Knows who Cerezas teacher is. He and Morgana often have some sort of beef.

-Does he purposly take Cereza as his apprentice? Maybe. Does he like it? Yes

-Is moved to tears when Cereza likes his cooking. He will fight Satan over an adoption.

-In actaulity, Cereza thinks his food is quite decent. Besides, she was served worse when she was with the umbran clan. She had better meals from Morgana.

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

tina hwang is as beautiful as a rose, a complete contrast to your plain self. the heiress to the hwang dynasty is a famous model in south korea and is praised for her cat-like features and sweet demeanor. she was jungkook’s sort-of first love and attended the same performing arts school as him.

they dated for three long years before jungkook abruptly broke up with her and even cut her off. she was very heartbroken about it but went on with her career and became a respected figure for the little ones who aspired to be models just like her. so her reaction when she found out her father secured a business deal with jungkook, let’s say, she was MORE than ecstatic.

she got to be with her love once again and purposely gave him more exposure in the media by posing as his “girlfriend” and blowing his stock market through the roof!

people wanted to know more about the two and being low-key wasn’t going to work for jungkook anymore thanks to his oh-so sweet business partner who is shockingly, pretty good at handling business. she’s not just a pretty face who catwalks in expensive clothing, after all.

sooner or later, jungkook and her would be together but that would change when she caught wind and SAW her business partner on his knees begging a girl to stay with him. a powerful man like him on his knees?! she felt her heart break a little and brought it to both her dad and jaekuk about the matter. it’s embarrassing to see him like that and heartbreaking to know he isn’t on his knees for her.

granted, they aren’t dating but the media was sent into a frenzy upon the matter. stocks even decreased because of the videos but like the angel tina is, she fixed it for him by bringing jungkook to more flashy events with him on her arm.

so here tina is in switzerland to clean up yet ANOTHER mess and maybe he’ll finally be hers. switzerland is good place to put a clothing store considering the cold weather compared to korea’s. she sent him a text that she was in town and sent another asking him to meet up with her in her hotel to discuss some business endeavors that could be good for the both of them. he owes her for cleaning up the mess he made after all and hours later, he arrives with a not-so happy look on his face.

“don’t give me that look” she pouts before letting him inside the fancy hotel room and shutting the door behind him.

“okay, so i have some good news!!” tina cheers while offering jungkook a coffee she ordered in just the way he likes. “we have some invitations to some fancy shows in switzerland and london, even celebrities will be here for it! there’s a fashion show the week after that and that’s when we can announce that we’re gonna release a clothing line. a winter clothing line that you’ll of course fund and i’ll generate billions because it’s cold as hell up here. if you want people to buy in, we have to keep looking like a couple so no fuck-ups like the last time”

He scoffs in surprise. He is so pissed off. He looks at the woman with anger. “ Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He tsks, “ I don’t want to open any store- and if you want to I will not be the one who funds it.” he rolls his eyes.

Jungkook is feeling so frustrated right now because this woman is so clingy, she’s literally taking his time when he could be spending that time with you.

But instead, he’s here. “Tina. Why are you here?” He asks, he knows this woman better than anyone. “ I might know just the reason..” he doesn’t take the coffee cup that she offers him. “you do realize how precious my time is right?” He groans.

“ I am not here to hang out with you. Why don’t you get the hint?” He’s glaring at her. “ why won’t you ever get the fact that you were not my choice? But my father’s.” He spits.

“ I obviously know why you’re here. But I don’t care because I am in love with someone else and I’m really happy with her.” Jungkook scratches on the tattoo on his collarbone.

“We were history. Get over it.” he was never the one to be known for his patience or kindness. He doesn’t regret any of the words he said to her right now because she needs a reality check.

“I know father sent you here. Does he really think that- you can never replace her in my life!” He laughs at her hurt expression.

“you are so fucking clingy and you try to control everything and everyone that’s why we broke up- oh no wait I broke up with you.” He says.

“just leave me alone if you don’t want any consequences that you won’t be strong enough to deal with.” he stalks closer to her and warns her by whispering. “ hurt her and you are dead.” He can read her like a book.

Her jealousy was always too much for him to deal with.

“and we were never a couple.”

That’s all he says before turning on his shoes, Jungkook feels so angry right now. Maybe he will feel better if he sees you.

They cannot let anyone ruin this trip. As Jungkook walks out of the hotel room, he takes out his phone to text you. “Dinner tonight?”

[onlyplatonicirl]

helloeth dear author headcANON here, my phone blew up for several hours and i wasnt able to get on tumblr :((( but now i can and now i will proceed to yell into your askbox. today we are making up shit about everyone's favourite cat, molly <33 i love her shes so silly

a calico is not a breed but rather a coat descriptor, a calico is a cat of any breed who displays an even coverage of three different colours, which is why i like to imagine that shes a calico norweigan forest cat, mostly because those cats are known to be absolutely bloody massive and according to the height chart (yes headcANON is old, old) molly is 7'4, plus they are very soft and fluffy

to me she literally looks like spottedleaf from warrior cats, just fluffier

this also makes me hc that if she were to be a human, she would be norweigan/slavic

she has heterochromia, one green eye and one blue eye and she used to be a bit self conscious about it but as soon as she hit her twenties like with most insecurities she just stopped caring

molly always had an interest in science, particularly in living sciences such as biology, ecology, zoology, and also monster-ology? bestiology? the study of monsters, i like to imagine this was spurred on from her childhood, i can see her coming from a family where her mum or dad was very sickly maybe with an incurable disease and so she wanted to set out and cure it, so she absolutely jumped at the opportunity to work for the council - to bad it wasnt everything she'd hoped it would be

perhaps molly may also be genetically prone to developing this disease later on in life, which would just make her want to research it even more

i also think she'd come from a working class family, she had to start working from quite a young age and throughout her time at college and uni

she is hard of hearing! because i am too, and shes one of my favourite characters :))

i think collars are a sort of fashion piece for cat monsters (dog monsters too), molly wears one, it was given to her by her mum, its a small green collar with a golden bell on it

her handwriting is really elegant, but most of the time she has to write quite quick so it turns into doctor-scratch

she was really good friends with life, i think theyd have tea together in life's garden

paints her claws :) probably pink or blue, takes real good care of em

she never really thought she would have kids, mostly because she doesnt like men lol, but she was open to adoption and has always been quite motherly and caring since she grew up the oldest out of her siblings

when she was unofficially tasked with looking after error, this side of her really came out, and she didnt quite know how to feel about it, she shouldnt be so nice to someone to like error, hes hurt people and if he wasnt so heavily drugged up, he could kill her too, but she didnt think he was like that, she saw the good in him, she listened to him babble on about the goings on inside of his dreams, and they would have short, disjointed conversations where she would ask him what was important to him, who he loved, his favourite food - she saw the side of him no one believed existed

she had nightmares for several nights leading up to the date of error's execution, worried that something would go wrong, worried that nothing would go wrong, worried that she'd be haunted by him knowing that this wasnt right

she used to have a big crush on sf!undyne, that attraction quickly died when she realised just how cruel she could be

on mollys breaks, she goes and writes haikus, it calms her down :)

did catnip once, never again

- headcANON

OOOOOOHHHHHHH YEAHHHHB THESE ARE FANTASTIC!! I feel like an angel just descended from the heavens and handed me this wonderful gift. These are so real and fit her character so well uWAHHHH.

Also she canonically is a lesbian!! I decided that a while ago. She gives me fem x fem vibes.

ANON I WOULD LIKE TO LET YOU KNOW, (and anyone else who may be reading this) LOOK FORWARD TO MORE MOLLY LORE SOON!!!!! HER STORY IS NOT OVER.

[sweetaplle]

Lifesaver post. It's 3 AM and I can't sleep and I'm bored as fuck and Max has so much lore it's not even funny. Ranting under the cut.

Max is your typical run of the mill cat furry. He doesn't really have anything too special in looks, but he doesn't really care.

Hold on a moment. Before I go into the lore, let's take a bit of a dive into how I came up with him in the first place.

So, first of all, back when I was eight or so, I was HUGE into writing, and I was HUGE into this series called Warrior Cats. (I really should get back into reading it again. I have only fond memories.) Naturally, I started to write fanfiction in journals once I discovered that it's accepted to write spinoff fics of series you love. They were in no way the best; overpowered characters, basic settings, cringey dialogue, and the star of this rant, a self-insert. Now, you see, I had created an OC before to represent me, called Mudtail. I wasn't creative at the time, so he just had brown fur and blue eyes (like my brown hair and blue eyes). But for one specific fanfiction, the main character was turned into a human for some reason. There, he met someone who would later be turned into Mudtail and assist with warrior duties: Max. Max was just a human, and in all honesty, he was literally just me. I even wrote in a poorly disguised attempt to insert the school I was going to at the time and my friends into that story.

Let's now go forwards, to a year later or something like that. Scratch was the big thing. You know, the coding website? I loved it. Not because of coding, but because it was basically Little Kid Social Media. In fact, I had a few friends on that site, mostly made from Warrior Cats roleplaying studios. My character of choice? Mudtail. Always. Without fail. Well, that's partially a lie; I occasionally used a warrior version of my pet cat, Ash. Looking back on it, this probably influenced my choices today in terms of rp.

Another flash forward, and I had gotten a discord account and a Reddit account. I joined a server dedicated to transformation enthusiasts, of which I learned about from Reddit. I didn't know why, but the concept of transformation just fascinated me. Well, turns out, I'd find out soon enough when almost everyone there ended up being a furry. Maybe some of it was peer pressure? Can you call it peer pressure when it helps you learn something about yourself? Cause I'm riding the "I am a furry" train as long as I live.

Now, the staple of every furry (or, so I assumed): a fursona. What would I do for my fursona? I couldn't think of a single thing. But I liked cats! And... it had been a bit, but my mind flashed back to those private fanfictions and those rps I did on the coding platform. All the pieces clicked together. I HAD a fursona! Mudtail was someone who I invented to represent myself, and was a cat. He just... wasn't quite a typical fursona. So I quickly amended that, and Mudtail, the newbie warrior, became Max, the expert magician.

Soon, I formed an RP server, where I fleshed out the lore of OC Max, who I do still consider to be my fursona nowadays. And that's where most of his lore comes from!

As for the lore itself, well, that is SO complicated. A lot of it hinges on magic, miracles, that sort of thing. Bear with me here. This was two years ago.

Max used to be a normal human in a plain and boring universe. Indeed, this is way more of a self-insert than I even anticipated; he also happened to be a furry. But at the age of 15, something happened to him, and he died suddenly. I think it was getting hit by a car? You can imagine this plot line brought up at least one truck-kun joke

Some sort of benevolent god or angel revived him. He had died too early, and was getting a second chance. A universe of his choosing, and a form of his choosing. That's how he became Max; all of that was his choosing.

His universe of choice: a universe where anthros are accepted, alongside humans. Where he could be what he wanted. And most of all, where magic existed. And magic definitely existed; from a young age, he started learning it. And he's still practicing it to this day.

I haven't fleshed out a LOT of his childhood. However, I do know that when he was 15 in this new universe (30, counting the prior experiences, which he remembered), he had learned enough magic to focus all his energy into a powerful spell that locked his age. All complications by old age have been removed; he'll forever feel and look 15. In part, this was a bit of sentimentality towards his death age.

At the point when I made him, he was 20 years old. A solid baseline. Recently, I've been forced to celebrate his 22nd birthday! He doesn't count years in terms of 15 + new universe age, he only counts it from his new universe. After all, that's when he's truly himself.

In the first rp he was ever in, he had a lot of stuff fleshed out about him that I'm way too tired to detail. He met a lot of people, and some of them ended up becoming his friends. He has a boyfriend, which, in reality, is just a clone of himself. (Though, not a hiveminded clone! That's too weird. No, this clone evolved and changed into a point where he might as well be someone else. He calls himself just C now.)

One of the things established in that rp that would end up becoming a huge point in making sure he stuck around even after the original rp ended was that he had made his magic so good that he was able to multiversally travel. Sure, it's a bit rushed, but yeah, he did it. And now that's the explanation for all this lore sticking around: him and two friends, Victor and Synthi, travel the multiverse looking for fun stuff to do.

Now where is he, you may be asking? Well, the second rp he's ever been in ended up starting with tragedy. Upon entering a universe, Victor's "unique" biology kind of just failed, making him basically explode magically and become really weak in energy and in magic. This segued really well into the rp at hand: Rhythm Doctor. Now, Max is forced to stay there, especially because Synthi's staying with Victor, like it or not.

Except... he doesn't stay there. He occasionally visits other universes. And by that, I mean that he's visited one other universe: an rp based on the game Lingo by Brenton Wildes. Yes. The word puzzle game. It... it's complicated. I’m not ready to explain how the FUCK you make something like that work. But it does, and he went to that universe, and met a few people. Upon arrival back to his universe, he met one of the people from that universe, but all of a sudden, they couldn't remember ever existing in Lingo Lore (the third rp name).

Now, Max's first thought should have been "oh, this is this universe's version of that guy!" (For the record, "that guy"'s name is Doug.) But after a bit of asking, he found out that Lingo Lore was stored as just a hazy dream in Doug's memory. So naturally, he had to keep an eye on this guy to report back to the other universe. Especially considering that Doug is 13 years old and ran away from home in this universe. Yeah.

So now Max is basically the adoptive parent of a teenager, stuck in a universe that isn't even his home universe, and trying to learn more magic even in an environment that doesn't have as high magical qualities as his home universe.

That's basically all of it. It's taken me an hour just to write this post (as of finishing this, it's 3:47 AM) and I'm actually tired now. Thanks for reading the rant, if you didn't just skip down to the bottom. And thanks for the post opportunity, Google News!

i want everyone in the reblogs of this post to put a rant about their ocs. it can literally just be typed out descriptions paragraphs, dynamic/in-universe memes for it, art, picrew, i dont care.

i want to see your oc propaganda either in my reblogs, or my asks.