#obey me rhian

[atlas-morningstar]

I have rats in my cult bruh

As in they’re members of your cult or is it an infestation?

[aspenthetwin]

Help meeeee! Rhian keeps trying to make me go to bed and I don’t wanna go! Save me papa! Save me Norman!

[avatar-of-pride]

Father. FATHER. WHAT DID YOU DO. WHY IS NORMAN MAD AT ME AS WELL.

- @thestarandtheghost

Father? That's sweet

I don't know. I said... I said the truth at therapy and that isn't something I've said in a very long time. He wants space and I'm giving it to him.

[lucifer-ofpride]

Father. Norman has been kidnapped. I think.

- @thestarandtheghost

Norman was what.

Rhian, he was kidnapped? You THINK?

Where is he?! Can't you contact him?!

[atlas-morningstar]

Just don’t come in the first place

I need a how to skip school tutorial.

[atlas-morningstar]

Merry Christmas, old man. You're reaching to the age of Lucifer, can't believe it.

I’M BARELY EVEN 25??? YOU’RE LIKE, NOT EVEN A DECADE YOUNGER THAN ME

Whatever. Merry Christmas to you too brat, I got you something as well.

Have fun.

[aspenthetwin]

Someone tell @pridesson to please stop trying to make us food. He keeps almost poisoning us

[pigeonwhumps]

Delirium

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Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @fuckcapitalismasshole @ghost-whump

@whump-tr0pes @rainbowsandwhumperflies @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance

@rainydaywhump @augusnippets

Augusnippets day 21: delirium | vertigo | hallucinations

Morgan becomes ill.

Set after the end of an AU timeline where Morgan and Asha are recaptured together.

CWs: delirium, distress, implied past torture

Rhian walks into the kitchen and trips right over something. She turns on the dimmest light setting.

"Morgan?"

Morgan tilts their head up, eyes glazed. They're sitting against a cupboard, knees pulled tight to their chest, arms around their legs. Rhian kneels down in front of them. They look awfully pale, forehead shining.

"I thought you'd gone to see Asha. Are you okay, sweetheart?" She reaches her hand out, pressing the back to Morgan's forehead. "You're burning up! How long have you been feeling like this?"

"Hands," mutters Morgan, sounding distressed. Rhian snatches hers away but that's clearly not what they're talking about. "Hands. Hands, hands, stop it, no you don't need to do that sir, I'll obey, hands hands get off!"

"Sweetheart, it's okay. You're safe. There's no-one here to hurt you."

"Hands. Hands hands hands no don't don't hurt Asha no please sir!" Its distress is climbing now, and Morgan brushes at its arms furiously. "Don't, sir, please!"

It's moving. Is that a good sign, because it wouldn't move at all when it first arrived? Or has it always been like this when everything was far too much? Who knows how far back it thinks it is.

Whatever fever they have, it's making them delirious, maybe hallucinating.

"Okay, sweetheart, I won't. I'm not going to touch you. Nobody will hurt you or Asha. I'm going to fetch her, okay?"

Morgan brushes their arms and nods. "Yes, sir."

Rhian dashes upstairs and shakes Asha awake, trying not to disturb Asim at the same time.

She's been a light sleeper for as long as Rhian's known her, but it's gotten worse recently, and she wakes quickly, rubbing bloodshot eyes.

"Rhian? What's wrong?"

"Morgan's–"

"Are they– have they been found again? What–"

"Asha. Listen. They're *fine*. Feverish but fine. But they think you're being hurt, can you come and reassure them?"

Asha's on her feet before Rhian even finishes her sentence and runs down the stairs. Rhian follows, and watches from a short distance as Asha finds them, crouching down in front.

"Hey Morgan. It's Asha."

"Asha! Don't hurt. Not hurt. No leave her alone no hands hands *hands*! I'll be good sir!"

"Hey. Hey, easy, you're safe. Me and Rhian will get you somewhere nice and soft and warm and then hopefully you'll realise that. How about that?"

Something seems to have broken through and Morgan nods. Asha holds out her arms and lifts them up, pulling their arms so they wrap around her neck.

"There you go. Is that better?"

"Hands," it whispers, brokenly. "Warm."

"Yeah. I expect I am."

Rhian approaches then, smiling at Morgan. "Is that better, sweetheart?"

"Warm. Warm. No hands? No hands. Don't touch don't hurt please. So warm."

And then their head drops onto Asha's shoulder.

"Sweetheart?" There's no response, and she pokes their shoulder lightly. Still no response. "They're out cold."

"Just fast asleep, I think." Asha strokes the fluff that's slowly growing on their head. "I was hoping they'd miss out on this illness. I suppose this is what happens when they insist on helping me out."

"They will be okay, won't they?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. They're not that fragile. Let's just get them to bed."

[atlas-morningstar]

I’m in the doorway so I’m technically not in your room. I’m allowed to be in the hallway.

Welcome back folks to another episode of… something! Here we have the jewel of hell, the jewel of heaven’s kid! very unoriginal namesake though. But who cares? The viewers certainly adore it. Also she does weed. is she allowed to do that.

@atlas-morningstar ( /silly ofc!!)

...huh

Get out of my room please

Also I thought it was clever..

Um we didn't ask my dad so HA YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING.

[atlas-morningstar]

damien's a baby now ^_^

This is the second time this has happened to this family. Why.

[justmystical]

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Things About the Author:

Name: Rhian

Gender: Female

Nationality: Filipino

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hobbies: reading, playing ML

Zodiac : Taurus

Age: n/a ( ain't no way I'm telling you)

Things i will write

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As long as I'm here - Satan x GN!reader [angst, fluff]

[harmonyverendez]

The True King ~ A sge fanfic

Rhian lunged at Rafal, but before he could do that. A miracle happened. Rafal who was currently in front of the Storian held out his hand, white light filled around and inside his body, the room changed color.

His eyes closed and reopened, they were no longer green.

They were white.

Rhian gasped and stepped back in horror. He kept moving backward as his brother smiled evilly and step forward.

But Rafal stopped.

Everything went through him easily, he could recall so many events and dates of the past.

But wait!

These are not his memories at all.

They were others memories.

Fairytales.

“ Rafal, what have you done? No Men supposed to be with Pen” Rhian snapped.

Rafal heard everything and smiled. He steps forward more and more, every step taking one stride as his brother back further and further away from him.

He held out his hand then, and frowned. “Don't be scared. Give me your hand. I understand everything now”.

Rhian hesitated at first, but obeyed. He shakily held out his hand and placed his hand into his brother awaiting hands.

Instant thousands of memories flood through him like a storm.

He gasped and tried to pull his hand away, but Rafal's hand was like glue.

Finally Rafal let go, Rhian went stumbling to the ground. Reaching down to pull his brother back to his feet.

Rafal reached forward, grabbed Rhian by his neck and placed kisses all over his face.

“ Rhian, i did. I forgot it out. I am the one true king. No one has ever succeeded me. All our troubles are over. I can change our fate, I change others. There should be no more pain for us... Or others” Rafal replied, still kissing his brother.

He pulled away and his cheeks heated once he realized what he did.

Rhian mouth was opened as he stared at his brother. No words were said as Rafal walked over to the giant pages of the book.

His mouth opens wider as Rafal transformed and turned into the Pen, but this Pen was different.

It was not as sharp and was short, but still as big as the other one was.

“ Rafal?”...

There was silence in the room as the Pen began to flip backward in the book and erasing and rewrite words in the book.

Finally, after a few minutes, Rafal turned back into himself and was no longer a Pen.

Rafal turned to his brother as Rhian approached. The Gold-skin male walked to the book and scanned the words.

Just as he finished the book flips to the last page.

And write two words.

The End.

Rhian looked at his brother. “ Rafal, what did you do? What did you write?”.

Rafal smiles. “ I wrote the truth... Now come, there is something I want to show you”.

He grab his brother's arms and dragged him to the door and out the door.

All while Rhian was looking at the Storian.

Everything was all messed up.

Something was not right.

He looked at his brother, who only smiled at him.

Yes, something was definitely wrong.

~

To Be Continued.

Author Note - Yes, this was something I thought of a few minutes ago. I sounded and looked better in my head.

But tell me what you think.

There will be at least 6 parts, and then there will be no more.

Anyhow, tell me what you think?.

What do I need to approve? What do I need to add?

Grammar?

Spelling?

Pacing?.

The Author - Sge Fandom / HarmonyVerendez.

[atlas-morningstar]

He’ll know immediately it’s Solomon’s food. I’ve tried.

Lucifer is immune to most poisons and elixirs, unfortunately…

[lenaluthorisgay]

gimme your most loosely fact based but fun head canon for 3x08 👀

lmao I love this ask thank you

dance scene based on nothing but a 4 second clip and my imagination:

villanelle is expecting eve, in that kind of “logical sense says she won’t come, but she will, believe me” way that they’ve got going

and maybe she set this up a little by showing up at bitter pill earlier that day.

and maybe she set it up even more by calling eve when she was at bitter pill. so what? she’s got to do what she’s got to do

eve shows up even earlier than villanelle thinks she will, and it’s thrilling, and it cuts through the emptiness for just a second and makes her sit up a bit straighter

that’s something dasha had always insisted upon, so she slouches back down a bit because she’s petty like that

and she carefully doesn’t look, ignores eve as she approaches until she speaks. because, again, she’s petty like that

“hi” “hi”

she could do better than that but, well, the world is kind of shit right now, so she forgives herself

(eve’s hair is down. beautiful)

so fine, she’s happy eve is here. or maybe relieved would be better. but happy feels right too

because she can predict eve, right? right. that’s it. she tells herself that until it feels true

but rhian is here too, and that cuts villanelle out of this weird, itchy state almost as quickly as she fell into it

ugh, rhian is so annoying, with her dedication and blank face and all. so last year, that whole “i obey orders and don’t ask questions” thing. disgusting

she wasn’t even a good dancer. villanelle had given up after half a song, sat back down where she is now. seriously: what kind of assassin is rhian if she can’t even handle some ballroom dancing? villanelle stops herself from scoffing audibly at the thought

as she thinks, she lets her gaze roam, careful to not acknowledge eve as anything more than a woman in front of her, a curiosity

the silence stretches, each waiting for the other to speak. eve proves more patient

“well? are we going to dance?” villanelle asks like this—any of it—is normal

eve looks at her like she’s losing it (she is, she thinks, absolutely), because villanelle is still sitting and acting like this is fine and just recently eve was running alongside a moving train and now villanelle asking her to dance and, huh, well, she came here, so maybe that’s a valid request—

“sure.” eve’s got to end the spiral somehow

villanelle stands, gestures dramatically, half curtsy and half wave, takes a moment to glance at rhian (she’s not looking, but she’s watching. villanelle doesn’t blame her. eve looks great)

they walk over awkwardly, the weight of everything over them with each step. everything— it brought them here

and the future? she doesn’t know, isn’t even sure she cares anymore, but leaving clearly didn’t work—she came back before it even qualified as “leaving” to anyone with sense, after all

(caring sucks. she wants out of all of this. and dammit, she’s gonna be so pissed if she ends up dead because of some stupid feelings)

(she’s so done so done so done so done)

anyway. one hand on waist, other intertwined—

memories of the bus, the last time they touched

(what a word, touched. means so many different things, so many levels of interaction)

she wishes she could go back before this, all of it, back when she didn’t care, didn’t want to care—

that’s a lie. she doesn’t want that at all. shit. maybe she has grown. she’s not sure she likes it

where has eve been? why is she here? why was she at the train? what is she up to? her mind whirls off the questions, but she doesn’t voice any of them. eve will talk when she’s ready

hopefully that’s soon

the 12 are either after her already or will be soon. rhian’s been pretending to be an ally here, but there’s no such thing, not anymore

she had asked eve to run away in rome. that.... didn’t end the way she had planned

maybe she’s not meant to run away, villanelle realizes. she has always liked a fight

and eve? villanelle is pretty sure she’s along for the ride now

(finally. sheesh)

the song changes, and she realizes they’ve been standing, a tableau, not ready yet to lurch toward that unknown

she’s reminded of the paintings, the statues, from her last visit with helene. funny, how she didn’t mind immediately losing this staring contest

villanelle snorts a rueful laugh, makes eye contact finally, and hopes eve understands what she’s asking when she says:

“are you leading, or am I?”

[atlas-morningstar]

One true fact about Rhian "not morningstar" Atlas, is that he's a big fat loser.

Ooh you little-

And here’s yet another fun fact about the son of Greed! It is well known that he’s petty and short. Imagine being both.

[atlas-morningstar]

You became a small child. I have pictures, if you want.

*Black smoke erupts over Damien, when the smoke clears, Damien is 16 again. Back to well, normal.* What the FUCK happened?