#sad little sinner in the mirror

[paintinganangel]

Genesis (Music Video) by RAYE

[sunnybunnybabygirl]

Stray Kids imagine

BSF Stray Kids walk in on you taking a risque picture for a random guy you're talking to.

Requested by @skyracha

Hyung line

Full masterlist

Stray Kids masterlist

Smut smut smut smut smut smut

Enjoy, sinners ;)

Love, bunny

Han~

    He's GAGGED and hard as shit when he sees you on your knees and in some hot lingerie in front of the mirror with your phone taking pictures. You turn around and notice him and he squeaks and leaves the room. You follow him and pin him to the wall. "You're supposed to knock, you know?" You say. "Why... Why were you taking pictures?" He asks shyly. "For some guy, doesn't matter." At that, he's a little sad and you notice so you kiss his nose. "Don't worry. Be a good boy and I'll block him, yeah?" You say, to which he immediately nods and gets onto his knees in front of you.

Felix~

    Sweetest boy knocks before he comes in. You're taking some nudes for a random guy on a dating app. You're so focused that you tell him to come in despite the position you're in. He tries to act normal as he talks. "I um, I made some uh, some brownies." He says, looking anywhere but at you. It's then that you notice you told him to come in even though you're literally naked. You slowly wrap a blanket around yourself. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I genuinely wasn't thinking when I said come in, it was just instinct." You ramble on as he walks closer and kisses you softly. Dating app long forgotten.

Seungmin~ (MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN)

    You're naked, legs spread in front of your mirror as he barges in god knows why. You yell and throw your phone and he crosses his arms. "Seriously? Don't you know you're mine? Silly girl." He tuts as he picks up your phone and blocks who you were going to send the picture to. "Y-yours? We're friends, Seungmin-" he cuts you off. "Not after this we aren't, no, you're gonna be good, I'm gonna eat you out, and we'll talk after. Got it?" He says, and you nod. "Good girl."

I.N~

    Jeongin is out with the boys so you figure you can take some hot pictures of yourself on the plush, white couch in your guy's living room. Of course as you're in the middle of it, he walks in through the front door. He immediately drops the bags he was carrying and clears his throat. You squeak in surprise and cover yourself with your hands. He raises an eyebrow at you skeptically. "So... Who's that for?" He asks. "No one. No one." You lie. "Great, because if you want me, I want you." He says unexpectedly to which you immediately nod and he's walking over.

[thebumblebeesworld]

MISSISSIPPI • MOONSHINE

part one • annie x fem oc

summary: suga’ sees annie at a local juke in town and comes to talk to her, havin’ been pining after her for quite a while. annie had been turning down suga’s advances until she finally gave in.

cw: alcohol, use of the nword (i’m black y’all)

a/n: first time writing anything on tumblr. i’m usually over on wattpad churning out taraji x fantasia, but i needed to see some love for annie. (also i’m from mississippi so sinners hit home for me :3)

part two

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Annie had a long day of filling orders, conjuring spirits, and settling unruly souls, hoping that her day could wind down with a little tune drifting through the horn of her phonograph and a glass of cherry wine she made from last years spring harvest. Her dreams were soon to leave as Mary dragged her out of her home, touting how she should get out—“live a little.”

Life has been stagnant since Smoke had ran off with his brother. She worked. Tended to her home. Sought after her garden and the few chickens she had running ‘round the yard. But things were stagnant.

Predictable.

Unfun.

“Come on, girl,” Mary shouted, rummaging through Annie’s armoire to find that little black dress every woman kept away for a special occasion. “We gon’ get you some tonight!”

“Get me some from where,” Annie huffed, throwing her body against the cushion of her bed. Her head cocked to the side as Mary quickly moved on to a jewelry box Annie had been passed down from her grandmother.

“Charlie’s juke s��posed to be hot tonight,” Mary sing-songed. She swayed dreamily in her silk white dress.

“Charlie patrons ain’t nothing but grimy men that don’ been in the fields all day,�� she rolled her eyes.

“Girl, put this on,” Mary demanded by throwing the black dress Annie’s way. It was simple. A plunging neckline. Slit up the left side to show off her thick thighs. “I heard yo’ woman gonna be there.” Mary knew what she was doing by teasing Annie.

She chuckled, earning a look of reproach from the other woman.

“Suga’ is not my woman.”

Annie dressed, slightly more willing to now. Suga’ had been trying to get under her skin for a long while now. Bringing Annie small gifts and treats. Offering to fix up things around her li’l shack.

Suga’ was sweet on her.

But Annie couldn’t make up her mind ‘bout what she wanted. Her body craved connection, but she was fearful of giving in to someone again.

Smoke had done a number on her heart somethin’ fierce.

“Suga’ want to be your woman,” Mary laughs, helping Annie adjust the straps of her dress as she put on her jewelry. “I think you should let her be.”

A knowing silence settled over the pair, full of a hundred memories and long-lived pasts. They stared ahead in Annie’s vanity mirror, understanding each more than anyone else could.

“Them SmokeStack Twins’ll make it hard for you to see any worth in anyone else,” Mary started, “make it hard for you to see any worth in yourself.”

Mary moved away, and Annie nervously fiddled with the necklace around her neck.

“Let’s just have fun tonight, yes?” Mary encouraged. “No expectations. No men. No sad thoughts. Just good times, good music, and good moonshine.”

Mary’s energy livened, and being the infectious person she was, it immediately rubbed off on Annie as a smile shown on her face.

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Annie and Mary walked into Charlie’s juke—an old run down, one room shack on the edge of an even smaller pond. Blood-sucking mosquitoes swarmed viciously, and the humid Mississippi summer air dampened their skin.

But they strode into that juke like they owned the place.

Annie could feel eyes dancing around her body, greedily taking in her exposed chest and creamy skin.

Not many people had actually attempted to scoop either of them up since the twins left, scared the two would return and hear tales of them fornicating with their women. But that didn’t stop men’s eyes from roaming and minds from dreaming about sex-filled nights under moonlight they’d never get to have.

Suga’ never seemed scared or threatened by the possibility of Smoke returning. She was a strong woman. A capable woman. A woman who knew what she wanted.

Annie.

From the moment the two had walked in, Suga’ gawked at the dress that clung to Annie’s form.

She had only seen the woman in more day-wear clothes and the occasional night gown when Suga’ would stop by late to bring Annie the collards, dandelion root, or delta clay she had gotten when out in the fields that day.

The black dress was a welcomed change from what she knew Annie as, but she adored the woman in all her forms.

“You gon’ play or not nigga,” Charlie shouted, pulling Suga’ from her reverie and back to the card game happening in front of her. She sat amongst a rounded table of men—the only woman there and taking every li’l bit of their money.

Seeing Annie convinced Suga’ that she had a lucky charm, betting everything she had won so far on that last round of the card game.

“You a plum fool if you think you finna get all that money back,” the table laughed at her, but she just sat back, drinking Annie in as she watched her dance to the slow blues playing.

“I know what doin’,” she assured them with a challenging gaze. They each went around the table showing their cards one after the other. Disappointment washing over them. When it got to her, Suga’ flushed out her hand, laughing loudly when saddened and angry looks settled on the faces of the men around her.

Suga’ stood up, politely collected her winnings and turned towards the dance floor, attempting to find the woman that consumed her thoughts day and night.

“You’re lookin’ mighty pretty t’night, Honey,” Suga’ purred into Annie’s ear as she stood behind her. Annie had been talking to a group of her friends, but when she heard that affectionate pet name and smooth sounding voice, her breath hitched and speech stopped.

Her friends laughed—Mary loudest of all—and they each greeted Suga’ with batted eyelashes and waving fingertips.

Suga’ was quick to return a kind nod before shifting her attention back to the woman before her.

Annie turned around, head tilting to look Suga’ in the eyes. But as she did, her nerves overtook her, causing her to face her eyes to the side before looking back again.

A smirk played at the corner of Suga’s lips.

Annie wore one that matched.

“You clean up pretty well ya’self, Sug’,” Annie announced. “Didn’t think too much of you with them dirt-covered hands and clothes.”

Annie knew she was lying. She loved knowing Suga’ worked hard. That she knew her way around the outdoors.

“Oh, quit playin’, woman,” Suga’ laughed, placing a warm hand on Annie’s hip, leaning into her ear with heavy breath. “You and I both know you can’t keep yo’ eyes off me. Even when I’m mud-covered.”

Warmth made its way to Annie’s cheeks and she just hoped that Suga’ won’t call out the way her body is reacting to her, but one thing she can always count on is her friends to make a fool of her.

“Oop- You got my girl bashful, Suga’,” one of them harped, clapping her hands like she’s watching a motion picture.

“Can y’all please,” Annie begged, turning to them with an embarrassed expression.

“Fine, fine,” Mary led the women away, but not before delivering a message Suga’s way. “Make sure you take care of her, ya’ here?”

“No need to worry about that,” Suga’ assured, hands still toying with the fabric on the sides of her hips. Eyes gazing longingly into Annie’s eyes. “She’ll be well taken care of.”

Shivers went down Annie’s spine as she let Suga’ control the situation. She was never a person to let others speak for or around her, but Sug’ was different.

Suga’ guided her and Annie to the bar, sitting in quiet as Annie didn’t know what to say and Suga’ wanted to know how long it would take for the other woman to speak up. They sat on barstools, facing each other with affectionate and wondering eyes.

“You’re interesting,” Suga’ spoke finally, sipping on her glass of moonshine.

Annie snapped her head back a little, eyes wide but mouth still closed. She wanted to ask her what she meant, but she didn’t trust herself enough not to ask her to wreck her body.

In front of her was someone she knew would do so willingly.

With the help of the clear alcohol nestled in her hand, Annie was tingling all over. Body damn near screaming to be taken care of. Every word that poured out of Suga’s mouth added to her dazed mind. She wanted her, and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Suga’ chuckled melodically at Annie’s hushed demeanor and her inner turmoil. She decided to answer the question written all over her face.

“Sometimes you challenge me. Say all type ‘a things. Try to jab at me. Other times, you get real quiet like this. What be goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”

Annie didn’t know what to do with Suga’s assessment of her. Suga’ made her question herself and her past. Smoke was her first everything—the person she thought would save her over and over again. But somewhere along the way, she realized she’d have to get over that and start saving herself.

With how stagnant her life has been, she ain’t really had the chance to think about life outside of the quiet bubble she formed around her li’l home.

Suga’ was a new addition to her life after years of running behind a man who knew nothing but creating havoc.

Suga’, in contrast to him, was stable.

Sure of herself.

Dependable.

Hard-working.

And while Smoke has been some of those things at one point in time, he had left a sour note in Annie’s mouth.

So to answer her question, half the time Annie couldn’t decipher what was going on in her head, so she just said that out loud.

“I don’t even know,” Annie spoke quietly, nursing her glass to avoid the other woman’s eyes. “Sometimes I think it’s just hard for me to give in.”

Suga’ relaxed at her confession, finding understanding there. Of course she knew Annie had a thing for her back. She wouldn’t have pursued her so hard if she thought otherwise, but this was the first time they’d be having a real conversation.

“I don’t ever wanna make things harder for you,” Suga’ began, placing a hand over Annie’s that sat on the top of her thigh. “I just wanna hold you, Honey. Kiss you. Make you feel good. Cook you breakfast in the morning. Bring you things home from work. Run yo’ bath water. Make yo’ life easier. Bit by bit.”

Annie peered into her eyes to find nothing but honesty there. Tears prickled in her eyes.

“Ain’t nobody ever tried to court me as genuinely as you have,” Annie cheesed, wiping her cheek.

Suga’ looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

“I hope you get used to it,” she smiled brightly, “‘cause I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til you mine. And even then, I’m gon’ treat you the way you deserve m.”

Suga’s fingers wandered to the edge of Annie’s dress that was rising up on her thighs. Annie’s hands played with the watch and rings the other woman wore. They were in their own little world.

Moonshine on their lips.

Sweet words on their tongues.

Heat building up in the air between them.

Annie watched as a bead of sweat fell down the side of Suga’s neck, sinking into the soft spot at the bottom of her throat and gliding across her collarbone. It mesmerized the woman as she had never seen anyone’s body glisten the way Suga’s did.

As music churned in the background, Annie found herself fighting to reach out and touch that soft spot at the bottom of her throat. But she couldn’t give in.

Suga’ had the same problem. Not wanting to scandalized the room they were in by placing heavy hands on the woman facing her. But her fingers twitched, attempting to make their way underneath the black fabric.

Annie’s skin was a delicious brown.

The color of coffee on Sunday mornings spent sitting on the front porch.

The color of cool delta clay, putty in Suga’s hands as she works it diligently.

Their eyes danced about each other, urging the other to give in to the temptation. After a while, Annie finally did so, placing a finger under Suga’s chin, forcing her eyes up.

Her voice was low.

Smooth.

Practically purring.

“Wanna get outta here, Sug’” Annie asked.

She nudged her head towards the door smirking at the quickening of Suga’s heart rate.

Suga’ glanced around the room, a soft smile causing her cheek to dimple.

She leaned over in her stool, grabbing Annie’s hips that were seated in her own stool.

“Go say bye to yo’ peoples,” Suga’ demanded, kissing the side of Annie’s neck. That caused the woman’s breathing to stop for just a short second, but Suga’ picked up on everything that had to do with Annie. She left another kiss on her collarbone. This time a small whine erupted from Annie’s lips, but she couldn’t revel in it long as Suga’ stood up, helping Annie down from her stool.

“I’ll be at the door waitin’ for ya’,” she breathed, brushing a hand along the top of Annie’s ass as she went out in search of Mary to say her goodbyes.

[lucifersgirl]

Hi, I absolutely love your work! Can I make a request to have Lucifer x fem!reader have a "love at first sight" type moment where Lucifer reluctantly attends a party one of Ozzie's Clubs where he's sad/bored while sitting at the bar but suddenly hears the fem reader singing beautifully on stage they both see each other and instantly fall in love and with a little help from Ozzie they both talk, confess feelings, then have some backstage "fun".😘🔞

Backstage fun got me laughing 😂 Love it!! Hope this meets your standards :) Enjoy, loves!

Backstage

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - THIS WRITING CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. SMUT BELOW. MDNI.

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“Oh, come ooon, Lucifer! You haven’t been out of that penthouse of yours for years!” Asmodeus groaned into the speaker.

Lucifer rubbed his temple. “I know, I know…” he replied, rolling his eyes.

“Come on, Luce! Just once? Please?”

Lucifer could practically hear Asmodeus’s puppy eyes through the phone. “Ugh, fine,” he finally agreed, throwing his hand up in the air.

“You won’t regret it, Luci! I promise!” Asmodeus smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. Alright. I’ll see you tonight,” Lucifer said, immediately regretting giving in to Asmodeus’s invite. He hung up and groaned before flopping onto his bed. He was going to Ozzie’s that night, whether he liked it or not.

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Lucifer closed his eyeshadow palette, straightened his hat and grabbed his staff from the corner of the vanity. He looked in the mirror. “You can do this,” he told himself. “It’s just for one night. It’ll be fine.” He backed away from the table and snapped his fingers. He teleported to the Lust Ring and started his walk to Ozzie’s. “Oof!” He grunted as he felt something run into him. He looked to the side to see a demon running away. “What the fuck, douchebag?” Lucifer shouted.

“Sorry not sorry, shorty!” the demon called out.

Lucifer furrowed his brows. “EXCUSE ME?” he yelled, horns and wings sprouting.

“Luci!” Asmodeus greeted, taking Lucifer’s hand and guiding him towards the club. “How have you been, babe? I haven’t heard from you in, what, seven years now?”

“Almost eight,” Lucifer grumbled, ripping his hand from Asmodeus’s grasp.

“Riiiiight…” Asmodeus replied, looking concernedly at his friend. “You should get out of that castle more often, doll.”

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Lucifer sipped his red wine, looking around at the other guests around him. Three demons had already asked him for his autograph. He swirled his glass and looked up at the stage, rolling his eyes in sheer boredom.

“Aaaaaalrighty, folks! Our next act of the anight is one of our regulars here. Give it up for the hot, the sexy, the one and only ______!” Fizzaroli bowed and bounced off of the stage.

Your plutonian dress perfectly complemented your rose lipstick. You sang so beautifully, too (even if the lyrics were shitty).

Lucifer choked on his wine when he saw you. Once he recovered, he stared at you, jaw dropped in awe. His heart pounded harshly in his chest.

You noticed his stare and smiled at him, your own heartbeat increasing in speed. You continued to sing, occasionally glancing at the starstruck man. Your song came to a close and the crowd erupted into applause. You bowed, winked at Lucifer and walked off stage.

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The show was finally over. The loud singing and overwhelming noise from the guests was over. Lucifer got up from his table, signed a few more autographs for the sinners and started to walk out of the club.

“Wait!” A voice called out.

Lucifer turned around. He blushed when he saw that it was you waving at him.

“You’re Lucifer, right? The king of Hell? It’s so nice to meet you!” You smiled brightly.

“Yep, that’s me! It’s, uh, nice to meet you, too,” he smiled up at you, his teeth glinting in the light. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.”

You laughed warmly. “Look who’s talking,” you replied. You looked happily into his eyes. “Hey, why don’t we go somewhere a bit more quiet?”

Lucifer, feeling tipsy from the three glasses of wine he had downed in the past two hours, smiled devilishly. “Why not, love?” He whispered.

You giggled and linked arms with him, pulling him to your dressing room. When you reached it, you felt Lucifer tug you into the room. You smiled once again and locked the door behind you.

Lucifer’s lips were on yours in no time, pulling you in like a fishing pole pulls in a catfish. He bucked his hips up, already painfully hard.

“Needy already?” you teased in between kisses.

He pulled away, his eyes darting to the floor. “It’s just… it’s been so long…” he whispered, his hands moving from your face to your hips.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands. “It’s alright, Lucifer. We’ll take it slow, yeah?”

He nodded shyly, his eyes still on the floor.

You tilted his head up with your hands and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Are you okay? Do you want to keep going?”

Lucifer nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I wanna keep going. I-I just don’t wanna let you down.”

You laughed again. “Honey, we just met! How could you let me down? Just let me take care of you, hmm? Would that be okay?”

Lucifer cracked a smile and nodded again. “Can I, uh, do something with you first?”

It was your turn to nod. You led him to the bed, gently kissing Lucifer as he laid down. “Alright, love. What would you like to do to me?”

He blushed and his hands rushed to your hips. “Up,” he whispered, pulling your waist above his face.

You giggled. “Okay, okay! I’m going!” You positioned yourself so that your hips were right above Lucifer’s mouth.

Lucifer gulped before using his finger to pull your panties to the side. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said before licking a stripe up your cunt.

You moaned, grinding against his mouth to gain more friction. “Hell, baby, you’re good at this,” you gasped as he expertly sucked on your clit. His tongue prodded at your hole, making you yelp out in pleasure. His tongue explored your insides, making your eyes roll back. “I-I’m gonna cum, L-Lucifer!” You cried as you clenched around his tongue. You moaned as you rode out your orgasm. When you got down from your high, you smiled down at him. “God, you’re good at that.”

He smirked. “I know,” he said, licking the remnants of your juices from his face. His purple eyeshadow was smudged from the weight of your thighs.

You kissed him softly, tasting a hint of yourself in his mouth. Your hands traveled down his body, finally reaching the hem of his pants. You slowly reached your hand into his underwear, gently tracing along the sides of his dick.

Lucifer hissed. He was hard, painfully so, and your teasing wasn’t helping. “J-just fucking touch me,” he whined, not holding back any longer.

“So you are needy,” you continued to tease him. You jerked your hand up and down his cock at a fast pace when Lucifer gave you a look of annoyance.

The annoyance on his face melted into an expression of pure pleasure. His eyebrows furrowed and his hands clutched the bedsheets, desperately trying to ground himself. He was already close. “I-I’m-AH-so s-sorry! AHM!” he cried before he came all over your hand, moaning as white spurts squirted from his cock. He breathed quickly, trying to catch his breath. When he looked at you, there were slight tears in his eyes. “Did I disappoint you?” He asked, the tears starting to fall.

You wiped away the droplets with your finger. “Don’t cry, my love. It’s okay. You didn’t disappoint me, honey. It’s alright now,” you comforted him, kissing his forehead lovingly. “How do you feel?” You asked after the tears had passed.

“G-good. That was good,” he replied.

“Do you want to keep going?” You asked, running your fingers through his light hair.

“I-I wanna keep going. But just one more round, if that’s okay,” Lucifer added.

“Sensitive?” You teased.

He groaned and flipped over onto his side. “Don’t even.”

You laughed and pulled him towards you. “Now how am I supposed to sit on your cock if you’re on your side, lover?”

Lucifer’s dick twitched at your words. “Fucking Hell, woman. You’re making me go insane.”

You gripped his hips and forced him to your side. “That’s the whole point, sweetie.” Your hands traveled down his chest before suddenly grasping his cock tightly in your fist.

Lucifer’s face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes narrowed as he recovered. “Not nice,” he scolded you.

“Aw, poor baby,” you said, patting his head. You took out a condom and slipped it over his length. Slowly, you moved down his body, hovering over his cock. You took him in your hand, moving his tip to your pussy. “Say please.”

“Fuck, darling,” he whimpered, “please!”

You slid his tip into your waiting hole, gasping just a bit at the stretch. You got adjusted and pushed his cock into you all at once, taking all of him in. You hissed in pain, but it was worth it to see the look on Lucifer’s face.

He let out a shrill scream as you engulfed his dick. He was a blubbering mess beneath you; his eyes had filled with tears again as you clenched so deliciously around his length, his breathing was labored and his eyeshadow was even more smudged. He glanced at you through his wet lashes. “M-move…ple-ANGH!” He cried as you bounced on his cock rapidly.

You whined as his member hit your g-spot repeatedly, making you squirm in delight and pleasure. “C-cumming, Lucifer! Oh, GOD!” You moaned, your eyes rolling back into your head as your came.

“C-close! Oh, FUCK!” Lucifer yelped as his second orgasm rippled through him, his warm cum painting your insides white.

When the two of you had come down from your highs, collapsed next to Lucifer on the bed.

“That was amazing,” Lucifer said in between gasps of air. “We should do that more often.”

“Agreed,” you nodded, also breathing hard.

“D-do you have a shower here?” Lucifer asked. “Maybe we could cool off there.”

You laughed happily. “Yeah, I do. It’s right there. But let’s get this off of you before we go, yeah?” You said, gently tugging the full condom off of his dick.

“Thank you,” Lucifer sighed. “And I mean for everything. Tonight was better than every night since Lilith left. I really, really appreciate it.”

“Anytime, handsome,” you smiled, pressing a light kiss to Lucifer’s left cheek. “Now, about that shower…”

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[kittenfangirl20]

Hellhound au

Adam groaned, his head pounding as he finally awoken after being in a world of darkness for so long.

However, when he opened his eyes come to find out this world didn’t have much light either. It was dark and dingy, water dripped down onto the dirty, concrete floor. He’d say he was lucky to be lying on a mattress but even that wasn’t so great either.

It was ripped in certain areas with springs exposed. The only thing that covered him was a thin blanket. Looking down he also saw that his robes were tattered beyond belief, barely recognizable anymore.

That wasn’t the only thing unrecognizable. When he brought his hand up comb through his hair in astonishment; he was instead greeted by the sight of a furry claw.

He gasped drawing it away then yelping as he saw it do so.

This…this was his own hand!

He brought it closer again to inspect and while shaking he could see that it was indeed a paw.

The paw of a canine.

His ears pricked up at the sound of footsteps. He quickly lay back down and wondered what kind of monster had brought him and did this to him?

The door to the room opened and in walked someone.

?: Hey…are you awake?

Adam’s eyebrows shot up at the sound of the person. That didn’t sound like an adult…in fact it sounded like a little girl.

Taking his chances he turned and saw none other than a young Hellhound girl. She couldn’t have been older than twelve. Or at the latest thirteen.

Lydia: Hi, glad to see your finally up. You were asleep for so long that the others actually started getting worried.

Adam: W, who are you?

Lydia: I’m Lydia and when I found you passed out on the streets I took you back home with me.

Adam got up and he made his way to a mirror and saw a Hellhound version of himself. He was covered his very soft fur the color of his hair and he placed his paw like on his face and felt a snout. Thankfully the fur on his head was still like his hair since he took pride in his hair. He saw a very fluffy tail.

Adam: My name is Adam, do you know what happened to the hotel on the hill?

Lydia: Oh you mean the Princess’s Hazbin Hotel, it was rather cool when that angel demolished it with his laser powers.

Adam: It’s called Holy Light.

Lydia: I didn’t know that, but after he was killed Lucifer rebuilt the hotel. It sucks that the angel was killed.

Adam: I thought that the people of Hell wouldn’t like the Exorcist.

Lydia: Most Hellborn don’t like Sinners especially when the Bitch Queen was encouraging them to rise up against Heaven. Sinners can go up the ranks in the caste system by becoming Overlords, but Hellhounds and Imps can’t because we are on the lowest place in the cast system.

Adam: That sucks.

Lydia: Yeah, that’s why Hellhounds and Imps have to look out for each other. I have a nice bath set up for you and some clothes that should be in your size and what looks like the style you like.

Adam: Thank you.

Adam went to the bathroom and got out of his clothes. He looked over his body and touched himself all over feeling the very soft and fluffy fur that now covered his body. It was actually really nice and warm. He got into the bathtub and started to clean himself. He also started to touch himself and blushed at the fact he needed relief. He wasn’t created like a typical man. He was made to impregnate someone and be impregnated. The thought made him rather sad since he was told that he was made that way because he was meant to be with his angel Lucifer. But Lucifer made no secret about the fact that he wanted nothing to do with him.

Adam: There is no sense crying now, just figure out what to do with yourself now and live your life like you always did.

@talesfromawannabewriter

[duckie-darling]

Worth the Effort

Lucifer x gn! sinner reader (may skew more f! reader in later chapters)

Chapter 1: Slow burn, Fluff (for now), post season 1, 4.5k words.

1 of (at least) 5 chapters

Inspired by the very specific intersection of Luci hyperfixation and youtube hoof care videos and relating way too hard to this silly, sad little man.

Summary: During the upswings of depression, the King of Hell's love language is breakfast and over the top circus puns. But on the downswings, he needs help remembering that he matters, too.

It was hard to identify the smell wafting through your hotel room, beckoning you away from your dreams and out from under the covers. The streets of hell were often smoky with the faint burning smell of dumpster fires or smoldering brimstone. But this was a little different. Almost pleasant. Almost comforting.

You rolled over to your other side, trying to will yourself back to sleep. It was too early to deal with a fire in the hotel. Surely if it were serious there’d be screaming, right? And besides, if it was anything besides the viridian hell-fires hungry for the flesh of sinners, then it would be fine. It wouldn’t actually hurt the sinners in the hotel, just the hotel itself. Right?

But after a few minutes of trying and failing to fall back into slumber, your growling stomach convinced you that it’s not likely to happen. You reluctantly kicked the blankets down off of your body and laid there, soaking in the comfort for a moment longer.

You hadn’t been a guest at the princess of Hell’s hotel that long. Long enough to fall into somewhat of a routine, but not long enough for the absolute decadence of the plush pillow and feather-soft sheets to have worn off. Not long enough for the quiet and solitude of a room all to yourself to stop being exquisite. Not long enough to forget what it was like to be out on those streets, a hapless sinner trying to dodge knives and bullets and bad deals. No, the privilege of this room and this place hadn’t worn off yet, so you chose to soak in a few more seconds with your head on a pillow behind a securely locked door.

Although, your stomach disagreed.

Finally giving in to its demands, you reluctantly shuffled to your feet and flicked on the bedside lamp with a yawn, limply rubbing sleep from your eyes. The smell had turned from something your brain detected as burning into instead something sweet, slightly smoky, and inviting. Someone was probably making themselves breakfast, and according to your stomach, you should follow suit.

You had come here with only the clothes on your back and whatever of your belongings weren’t pinched by pickpockets. So at least the added step of having to change out of pajamas wasn’t keeping you from breakfast! Turns out there’s a bright side to having not a single possession to your name.

But you still felt the need to make yourself look like you hadn’t just rolled out of bed before facing the world outside that door. The princess didn’t really seem like the kind to kick someone out for messy appearances, but you couldn’t afford to take any chances.

So your stomach continued to murmur as you trudged to the bathroom. You combed your fingers through your bedhead, detangling just enough to be presentable, and gargled with tap water in a weak attempt to stave off morning breath. You also checked your face for dirt and ensured the clothes you slept in weren’t twisted around during sleep. The face staring back at you in the mirror wasn’t exactly your best - but it was presentable.

Stepping out into the hallway, you were pleased to find you were alone, at least for now. While the enticing smell was definitely stronger out here, it didn’t seem like enough to awaken any other hotel residents. As you slowly walked down to the main floor, the sizzling and chopping noises cutting through the silence made it apparent that someone was in there cooking up a storm.

Plenty of people in hell were night owls or just slept most of the day, but very few of them would wake up this early in the morning to cook a proper breakfast for themselves, whistling cheerily. If there was some kind of visitor coming this morning, maybe it would be better to stay out of there - lie low, maybe see if that bartender (Husker was his name, you think?) had any cocktail peanuts to nibble on until the place cleared out. You cautiously stuck your head around the corner to glimpse the source of all the activity.

In no way did you expect that all the activity you heard from this room was coming from just one person.

He stood in front of the stove, whistling a jaunty little tune as he held a skillet in his right hand. He skillfully jerked the skillet, flipping a perfectly browned pancake into the air, which then did an acrobatic little flip before plopping back into the pan. His left hand was whisking some sort of concoction in a red bowl, which itself was being cradled in the air by a swirling golden light. On the counter off to his right, yet another swathe of golden magic was wrapped around a chef’s knife, rapidly julienning potatoes into perfect little matchsticks.

He let go of the whisk, grabbing instead, straight from the air above his head, a black spatula. The utensil was decorated with a shiny red apple at the handle. That, it turns out, was your first clue, but when he twirled quickly in place before coming to face you, you were suddenly certain exactly who it was you had just been caught spying on.

Lucifer - fallen angel, ruler of demons, King of hell - stood before you. 

Making pancakes. 

In an apron. 

Patterned with rubber ducks.

“Goooood morning!” he chirped, eyes brightening as he flipped the pancake again into the air, angling it to land gracefully on a platter that was already piled with its siblings. “Oh, haha, you’re a new face! Well you’re in luck, because early risers get served first~!”

You blinked rapidly in surprise.

“Take a seat!” He snapped his fingers and one of the stools at the kitchen’s island pulled itself away from the counter as an invitation. There was a slight swirling sparkle of golden magic in the air above the surface, and a cascade of plates and silverware arranged themselves into a perfect place setting. The napkin was folded in the shape of a perfect origami swan (or duck?) in the middle of the plate.

“Are you thirsty?” He was talking too fast for you to move or even respond. “Apple? Orange? Pomegranate? Pick your poison!” Each word was punctuated by the fruit in question appearing in his hands, which he almost immediately started to casually juggle. Even just the fragrance of those fruits - a rare, almost unheard of delicacy in hell - made your mouth threaten to water.

He paused a moment, giving you just enough time to inhale in the hopes of replying before he interrupted.  “Oh, but not REAL poison, heh!” his voice cracked and he looked slightly bashful over the misstep, finally breaking the constant excited chattering and replacing it with a slightly awkward silence.

“I-.....” You suddenly realized that somewhere in all that you had been given a command by the king of Hell, so you promptly sat on the stool that had been pulled out for you. “O-orange…?”

The awkward smile turned less awkward, and his face lit up again. “Comin’ right up!” His 3 makeshift juggling balls quickly turned into four, five, eight, twelve. After a moment of showboating while he juggled them with ease, each orange in turn magically hovered over top of your glass, squeezed itself dry, and then helpfully launched itself into the garbage can.

He dusted his hands off on his apron and gave a brief bow, seemingly ending his performance. Then his eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance, stopping your heart until you realized he was staring at your glass. He snapped his fingers, adding both a silly straw and a ruby red paper umbrella. “That’s more like it.” He then spun on his heel, resuming his whistling as well as his work.

You sipped the juice. It was delicious.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the man before you. He gave off the least intimidating presence you could imagine, and yet he was almost definitely the most powerful person between the two of you. No, realistically he was the most powerful person in the realm. Just thinking of the broadcast footage from the final extermination convinced you that much was true. 

And sure, you had expected his once-in-a-while presence when taking up a room in the hotel. Rumor was he stayed in one of the corner suites, though you had never encountered his presence since you had gotten here. But this…this was not what you had expected. 

You swallowed hard, again struggling to find your words. Words that wouldn’t risk insulting him and lead to you having your soul tormented more viciously than ever before, or your organs squeezed as dry as those oranges. But you were thankfully saved from having to say anything when the door swung open with another visitor.

“AuuuuuUUUGUH,” Angel Dust groaned, slipping onto another of the stools and planting a bottle of vodka onto the counter, followed shortly by his face. “Boy am I glad yer here today, pops. Ya don’t even wanna know about the fuckin’ night I had. Val had me upside down blowin’ so many dicks I couldn’ get the blood rushin’ anywhere but my head.” He seemed too exhausted to even pounce on the easy “head” double entendre. “Think ya can just make me the usual?”

Lucifer made a flourish with one hand, and more ingredients landed on the counter in another golden swirl. “Buttered biscuit, over hard eggs, absolu-HOOTly no bacon, shredded potato, lots of cheese. Coming right up!” He rolled up his sleeves and started shredding potatoes for the order that he apparently knew by heart.

You cleared your throat for a moment, finally managing to speak again. “Is this….a regular thing?” 

Angel picked his head up, hair fluff falling over his face as he took a quick swig from the bottle. “Yeah, every once in a while.”

“That is-....that is, very kind of you, your Highness,” you muttered, addressing Lucifer this time.

The man in question paused from his nimble knifework to shrug and glance back at you. “Just Lucifer, actually!”

"But-", you stuttered, shifting in your seat. Was this a trick? “But you're the king and-”

"That I am!" He stood a little straighter, and from what little of his face you could see, his teeth shone through a smirk. “But to my darling Char-char’s official guests, I’ve decided to forgo those titles.”

He turned back to his slicing. “No matter how debauched, debased or demented! Whether pickpocket, peddler, porn star or poisoner. To all of the sorry sinners who haunt these halls, I am just Lucifer.” He stiffened a little, and then chuckled out a nervous laugh as his voice cracked. “I’m sure you’re just fi-iNe, though!”

The king glanced back at you, noting the nervous (or maybe confused?) energy. “But…you ca-can call me whatever you want! Whatever, uh, makes you more comfortable! Anything is fine exce-”

“So you’ll let me call you ‘Daddy’ now~~~~~?” Angel Dust interrupted.

“Except that,” Lucifer sighed. He was now tossing the shredded potatoes into a sizzling hot pan, and then grabbing his apple-handled spatula again, twirling it between his fingers like a baton. At some point in the rotation, it turned from spatula to whisk. He dipped it into a bowl full of egg yolks, beating them together with a practiced hand (and, apparently, wrist muscles of steel). The cheery whistling started again, and he tapped his foot gently to the tune. It was only now that you noticed he was standing on a stool in front of the stove.

He next grabbed a salt shaker, and you flinched a little as he tossed it into the air, doing a full 180-degree turn before catching it again and using it to salt the egg mixture.

“I gave you that bottle thinking you’d at least save a glass for me, Legs,” Husk growled slightly. He had apparently slunk in while-...while your attention was elsewhere. 

It wasn’t your fault, though. It was sort of mesmerizing. Like watching a master at work - you just didn’t expect that work would be breakfast sandwiches. And he seemed to take genuine joy in the art. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly when he smiled, and his forked tongue stuck out slightly when he seemed to be focused on flipping the egg just right. The blush-pink circles on his cheeks did cause his expression to always seem slightly-...well, cherubic. The genuine excitement made his smile so bright you almost had to avert your gaze. “Morningstar” really was a fitting name.

Lucifer floated over a plate onto the counter, and Angel Dust tore into his greasy sandwich.

“Hm-...could I have-...pancakes?” you spoke up, finally brave enough.

Lucifer turned to you with wide eyes and a dopey little grin. “Well that is actually my specialty! What shape?” 

“R-...round?”

His face dropped in disappointment, scrunching up his nose a little. “That’s way too easy. How about a-”

“Duck?” Husk guessed with a smirk.

“...turtle. I was going to say turtle, BUT a duck is also an excellent idea. Do you want a duck? Please, say you want a duck?” he turned his eyes to you, almost pleading.

And how could you say no? “I-...yes, sure. Duck pancakes. Duck-cakes?”

“HA!” he let out an enthusiastic laugh. “Duck-cakes! DUCK-CAKES! That’s great. HahA!” 

He made your order with expected enthusiasm, and when the plate slid across to you on the counter, the top pancake was decorated with an orange-wedge beak and blueberry eyes. Taking a bite, it was expectedly delicious, the perfect balance of crispness and fluffiness. You couldn’t help letting out a little sigh of delight.

“Heeheh! It’s the shape that makes it more delicious,” Lucifer snickered with another toothy grin. “Don’t you think?”

“It m-must be. But I think the chef also had a lot to do with it.”

That got him to beam even more, but you didn’t get to bask in the glow of that expression for long before his gaze snapped up to the next visitor.

“Char-char~!” he exclaimed, and 3 pairs of wings burst out of his back, allowing him to cartwheel through the air to land gracefully next to his daughter. “Do you want pancakes, honey? Duck-cakes, DUCK-CAKES! How have I never thought of that?” His hands flailed out above his head in excitement.

“I’m pretty sure you have, Dad,” Charlie offered with a smile as she sat down, Vaggie taking the seat beside her.

“Oh.” His jazz hands fell and his face scrunched up in thought, trying to remember whatever time she must be referring to. “Well, anyway, what’s your order this morning, Char-char?” He poofed himself back over to his post at the stove, already preparing to start on his next order.

The rest of the morning went on similarly to that. Hotel guests (and crew) slowly filtered in, each seeming to know exactly what they wanted for their breakfast order.

The diminutive hotel maid, Niffty chortled and wheezed her way into the kitchen, skittering up to Lucifer and holding a plastic dog bowl above her head. “In this, please....hehe... ”

Lucifer glanced down at her from his spot on the stool, frowning skeptically. “...really?” His eyebrow arched gracefully, again forcing you to turn your eyes away from the way the light caught his pale, unexpectedly beautiful face.

“yES, hehe,” Niffty chuckled.

“Uh, okay," Lucifer said with a sigh and another shrug, “you-... oddly endearing little gremlin.”

The comfortable chatter in the kitchen started putting you a bit more at ease, and it was easy to stay seated right where you were as the morning waned. You sipped your orange juice as your eyes wandered around the room, observing the conversations without having the need to participate. 

Angel leaned an elbow on the counter, and his cheek on his palm, shaking the last bits of Beelzejuice into his own flute of freshly-squeezed orange juice. Charlie's face spread into a dopey grin as she sipped her mug of hot chocolate, and then began rambling to Vaggie about how she ‘never knew humans had invented something so delicious, so splendid, so warm and comforting!’ You also tried not to look too hard at Nifty, eviscerating her cockroach-shaped pancakes into a gruesome mush as strawberry syrup splashed out of the dog bowl. At least she seemed...happy?

But your eyes again found it difficult not to linger on the chef de cuisine. He was still standing on his stool, seemingly for a better vantage point to observe the results of his handiwork. His posture was perfectly poised, back straight and facial expression reserved as he sipped apple juice from a silly straw, but you managed to catch the smile. 

Not the paparazzi smile, the one he probably puts on for the public, the people who want something from him. But a genuine one, tilting up the corners of his mouth and arching his eyebrows with some sort of fondness for the sinners surrounding him (and surrounded you all were, because quite a few other residents had filtered in throughout the morning). 

He clearly seemed to be happy to do anything to please his daughter, but you also caught a sense of satisfaction when Husk, reaching past Angel, slid another pancake onto his place with a 'gimme one of those!' It was a struggle, but you caught his subtle grin when Vaggie, flushing as she took a bite from her girlfriend's fork, licked her lips so as not to waste a drop of syrup.

Not that it was a surprise for the literal sin of pride to get an ego boost from people enjoying his handiwork. But it was a softness you can’t say that you expected.

Lucifer’s eyes caught yours, and he tilted his head curiously, lips still clamped around the silly straw. You unfortunately could not control your expression, your eyes widening as you glanced away.

But it was too late, and you heard a little pop! of golden magic at the same time the stool next to yours was no longer occupied.

“So who are you, again?” his question was punctuated by loud straw slurping as he drained the last of his apple juice. “Oh, right! You’re new here. Right? That’s why I don’t remember you.”

You cleared your throat a little and turned to face him. “Y-yeah, pretty new. Got here a few weeks ago…”

He set the cup down with the tiniest hint of a frown on his face. “Ah. Well, it’s, heh, a big place, and I just can’t keep up with all the sinners Charlie brings in because-.....well, you know, because I’m usually in the suite doing-...very important paperwork and-”

“I, um-” you interrupted him, almost regretting it until you saw the relief on his face when he no longer had to keep talking, “It’s ok. I mean-! I mean, I’m not offended. It is a big place and-...I-I should say it’s an honor that you and Charlie are taking someone like me in and-”

“Oh, that was aaaaall Charlie! I don’t want a thing to do with managing the sinners,” he glanced over at his daughter with a gentle smile, full of pride.

“Oh…I’m sorry, should I-”

“Oh gee whiz!” he exclaimed, turning back to you with a frown. “No, that’s no slight meant to you, I just-” his delicate hands went to cover his face. “Obviously I’m no good at talking to humans any more. Or, I guess I never really was!” he chuckled in exasperation.

“A-as long as you don’t want me gone…then it’s alright,” you smiled, nervously but sincerely trying to reassure the Devil.

His hands left his face and he let out a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s try this again.” He turned to you with a smile, leaning his cheek on his hand and his elbow on the counter. He had managed to calm the nerves in his voice, and instead in a smooth tone that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, said, “So what brings you here?”

With that particular choice of words, the graceful way he crossed his legs and bobbed his foot, the inquisitive arch to his eyebrow and the frankly embarrassing way you’d been eating up the view all morning, it was hard not to imagine it as a pick-up line, and instead as the invitation for small talk that it really was.

“Well-...I-...before this, I was sort of just doing odd jobs that I could bear to stomach. Trying to get by without-...you know…doing something really terrible. The place is honestly a miracle, because it’s-...tough out there. I’m sure you know that.” You managed to make eye contact for a moment, and you were met with an expression of genuine interest, and a twinge of guilt.

“But-...if you mean Hell in general? I really wish I knew!” you admitted, glancing away again and turning to stir the bare ice cubes around in your otherwise empty glass. “I thought I was a good person. I mean, I’m sure I lied occasionally. Had a mean thought every once in a while. Didn’t always do my best or give everything my all. But, I really thought I would-...well, I didn’t think I would end up here.”

“HhhOOO boy do I know how that feels.” He inhaled deeply, then let out a sigh. “But-...ok. Listen,” his voice lowered, leaning in closer and giving you a whiff of what must have been apple-scented cologne. “I’ve tried to tell Charlie this, but the rules for that kind of stuff ma-ake no sense. It’s not even worth trying to figure out a ‘why.’” 

He sat up, glancing over at his daughter, then back at you. “You came here for help, anyway. That’s...that’s good enough.” He paused for a moment, staring at his own fingers drumming against the counter as he seemingly became lost in thought.

Would it be a mercy to break him away from his thoughts? Maybe.

“Can I- ….can I ask a question, actually?”

He blinked rapidly, looking around as if trying to remember where he was. "Can you-....oh, but I believe you already did just by asking me that~” he snickered, as his brain caught up enough for a witty retort.

“Okay, fine,” you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Can I ask you a question besides the one I'm asking you now? "

“Hmmmm, I'll allow it! I am a gracious king after all.”

“While you were cooking...you just, you know, created those ingredients. Poofed them into existence. Why go through the trouble of cooking it? Why not just-....summon up a finished product?”

Lucifer straightened up again, and the trademark toothy grin spread across his face. “Well, it would be wa-HAY less fun to do it that way. If I did that, I’d make them, but I wouldn't really make them.”

After you tilted your head in momentary confusion, he continued, “Isn't it more fun to-....to make something by hand? To bust out the elbow grease? To feel like you sculpted something bit by bit?” There began a rising excitement in his voice, and you could see the slightest flutter of the wings laying flatly against his back. “To look at a pile of bits and pieces, and create magic instead of relying on it? Sure, I could make anything anyone wanted.”

He shrugged, and seemingly just to prove it, twirled his finger and created a 3D ferris wheel pancake sculpture, complete with carts full of maple syrup.

“But-...you know-...when people bother to take that first bite-...it feels better when I actually tried. It may not be as easy as this,” he rested his chin in his hands, watching the flapjack wheel rotate. “But to truly enjoy creating something, you have to put in the effort…”

“That’s-...that’s quite a sweet sentiment coming from-...sorry, please don’t take offense, but the literal devil. From the Bible.”

He chuckled, again almost forcing you to look away from the brightness of his expression as your heart fluttered. “Yeah, well! You know what they say. Don’t judge a duck by its feather.”

And you couldn’t help but chuckle in return, “I d-don’t think that’s how the expression goes! But may-ha-ha! M-maybe it should~?” 

“Uh, wait is that not how it goes? Hold on- I could have sworn-” he rambled, as something about his expression kept you snickering. It was the lightest you’d felt in days, maybe even since you’d arrived in hell. A conversation with the actual devil had you tittering like a schoolgirl with a crush.

When you caught your breath from laughter and opened your eyes, you could swear his gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, though it could easily have been your imagination. His sharp smile widened, and he leaned in just a little closer. “Well, however you say it’s supposed to go, doesn’t it roll off the tongue a little better? Doesn’t the image it conjures of a flappy little bird-o sound so-ho-ho much cuter~? And make you want to not judge his wittle feathers?”

You smiled again, picking up on the apparent fact that the duck obsession was more than just a pancake thing. “Okay, yes. Maybe the people-...up there on Earth will realize not to ‘judge ducks by their feathers’ either. Things can change...sometimes,” you shrugged.

He settled that dazzling smile into a gentler one, still looking at your face and making your heart flutter against your will. He then seemed to suddenly be aware of his unconscious gawking, and looked away, clearing his throat.

“Y-yeah-" he stammered, “...I guess sometimes they do.”

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Twenty-Two

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 2,055

Themes; isekai, slowburn (eventual smut), canon divergence

Rating; swearing and mature themes

Notes; Hey guys! A little late on the update, but I finally got around to finishing 22! I'd say half of 23 is gonna be Foreseer Zayne and then we're onto Lightseeker Xavier (I know the Zayne chapters have went on for a long while, but I haven't written much for Zayne so...This is for the Zayne Biased <3). I'm sorry I can't rush and have them back to the current timeline just yet, but I'll try to keep it short and sweet.

I'm also working on a few things for Divisa! So I'll probably be up late tonight, unfortunately for me.

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☆ Masterlist ☆

The moon masks the sun, and only a golden ring remains. A beam of light strikes the Creatio protocore. Light reflects off of it, forming chaos and patterns of disorder, which is brought into the hands of the Foreseer.

Ancient symbols gradually appear as he pieces together a puzzle. Astra’s will has presented itself, and the Foreseer’s indifferent facade reveals a hint of indignation as he too is imprisoned by the prophecy. Astra has spoken.

Those who defy fate are sinners and shall be punished by Him.

When you finally open your eyes, you find yourself lying on the floor of your room. Moonlight cascades onto the empty bed. You only recall being overwhelmed by a strange feeling at dawn…Were you unconscious for the whole day?

You look in the mirror and realize…the marks have already reached your neck. Your clothes will no longer be able to hide them now.

If you take the Creatio protocore…will the Foreseer still be Zayne? And if he isn’t the Foreseer, he’s doomed to be trapped in the Tower forever. Doesn’t that make him a prisoner? You don’t want to hurt Zayne, but…You can’t die like this.

What if you told Zayne the true extent of your illness..?

You enter the library and ice appears in front of you, forming an arc. “Good morning, Jas…Is the Foreseer here?”

The phantasm sways from left to right.

“So he isn’t… You and the Foreseer dislike lies. Would he ever forgive someone who has lied to him?”

Jas sways in an agitated manner.

“Of course..” You say with a sigh, “He won’t forgive me then.”

Jas hears sorrow in your voice, and a platform of ice appears under your feet, lifting you up. More ice appears, shimmering and glittering.

It’s trying to comfort you.

You can’t help the sad smile that ghosts across your lips nor the tears that mist your eyes. “Thank you, Jas.”

You sit on the ice, traveling between the endless rows of shelves. Has Zayne read all of the books here?

“I wonder what the Foreseer does when he’s upset. Then again, he might just scowl regardless of his mood.”

As you mumble to yourself, it suddenly begins to snow. You’re in awe, watching snow descend like flower petals dancing in the wind. A few snowflakes fall onto your hand. They sparkle like crystals and do not melt.

“What are they?” You murmur, running your thumb across the snow in your palm.

“Were you not the one asking about what I do when I’m upset?” You hear a calm voice from below. You sit on the floating platform as Zayne stands at the door, looking up at you. 

“So it is possible. Was the prophecy not to your liking?”

“It matters not. Only a true envoy of the king can deliver it.” You stay silent at that, pursing your lips.

It seems he still hasn’t let that go…

”You are mocking me again. You aren’t upset then.” Zayne lifts a finger and the ice carries you down to him. He looks you in the eye.

“And you? What do you do?”

“I…” You think of the flowers you planted in the past as they sway in the breeze. “I dance.”

“I thought humans only dance when they are happy.” 

“Not all of them. The more upset I am, the more I try to move around.” 

You hear Zayne audibly sigh before he glances at you, then holds out his hand. “May I?”

 “...Are you requesting a dance? Here?” A small laugh of disbelief slips from your lips, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“We will both feel better if we dance under the snow.”

You hesitantly look at Zayne. His expression is reminiscent of a merciless blizzard as per usual.

“Would you prefer we do something else?” 

“We can dance.” The warmth of Zayne’s hand spreads from your fingers to the rest of your body. In the Tower’s library, you waltz. Snowflakes gently flutter about, and you step on the jasmine-shaped ice. 

Everything has led to this precious moment. You gaze into each other’s eyes, your hands touching, your steps synchronized.

“You’ve lived here by yourself since the beginning so…who taught you how to dance? This can’t be your first time.” You question and Zayne looks away for a moment, “Perhaps my body still remembers the motions from the past.”

“...Are you referring to your other lives?” Your tone was softer than usual, almost matching the slight change in tone that the Foreseer also carried.

 “The Foreseer cannot truly die, so your description isn’t right.” Zayne looks at you, but it feels like he’s gazing into a time long gone.

“What is it like to remember things from another era?” This was a question you could get behind.

Especially since you were currently remembering things from a time forgotten. 

“It is no different than being in a never-ending snowstorm.” You watch Zayne, the lonesome air surrounding him. Though you are in the same room, moving to the same rhythm, he is a dreamer whose dream may soon come to an end.

However, you felt the same way. This dream of yours was bound to end soon and you’d find yourself in yet another one soon after.

You squeeze his hand. “If the snowfall is eternal, find someone to dance with you. At the very least, the two of you will be happy.” Zayne’s gaze sweeps across you like a feather brushing across your cheek.

“You don’t seem to be upset anymore.” His voice was barely above a whisper and you cheekily reply, “Our dance would be better with some music.”

Following the rhythm of your steps, you start to hum. Your voice echoes within the library.

“You…always hum this melody when watering the jasmine.” He notes, avoiding your gaze. “So you’ve noticed…”

“Will you sing for me?”

“To the afterglow cries cosmic demise. Our world in deceptive amber paradise.

In these sands of time. My frozen bouquet awaits.

With your gaze so full of wonder, I hold four jasmines asunder. His secrets revealed.

Hark the bard, ‘O legends unfold. This distant tale they sing to you. Unspoken desires, sincere and true.

A jasmine in time’s embrace. A fragrant aria, a moment’s grace.”

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.。o○

Zayne…couldn’t recall the first time the jasmine appeared. Ever since he took upon the mantle of Foreseer, the Tower of Thorns had always been home to the jasmine that never bloomed.

It is like a riddle waiting to be solved, or maybe it’s a metaphor for his fragmented memories. The jasmine’s existence is an unremovable thorn— a reminder of his past, or his failure to remember who he is.

Zayne dreams the same dream. It is one he has dreamt of many, many times. He kisses the jasmine bud, and then his entire being sinks into darkness.

“Zayne. Zayne.”

Yet he hears her, her voice cutting through the shadows.

Why does her voice sound as if it’s from the jasmine itself and from the distant past?

Zayne waits for the darkness to swallow him once more, yet when he opens his eyes, the jasmine he kissed in his dreams has turned into the face of a girl. 

A girl he knows all too well.

○o。.

.。o○

“Zayne…Zayne?”

You frantically knock on Zayne’s door, time passing by ever so slowly before he finally opens it. He appears to have just woken up, his eyes hazy with sleep.

“I thought you were normally awake at this hour?” You question, one hand on your hip.

Though, Zayne doesn’t respond. Instead, he only looks at you…as if you were a stranger.

“Ah…Nevermind. Follow me!” Brimming with excitement, you grab his sleeve and you’re surprised he lets himself be dragged out of his bedchamber.

You’re trying to keep your pace slow since Zayne had just woken up, but you were too excited. You bring him to the top of the Tower.

In the joyous glow of the sun, the jasmine’s trembling petals unfurl one after another.

“Zayne, look! The jasmine has bloomed!” You quickly turn to face him, wanting to see his expression﹘curious about his reaction. His eyes hold a burning spark as he looks at you.

“I…What?” You let out a nervous laugh as you rub the back of your neck. “Haven’t you been looking forward to this?”

However, Zayne is still silent. He lowers his gaze, suppressing the light in his eyes. It seems he’s looking at the jasmine and…you.

“...At last.”

“So? Am I not a skilled gardener?” 

“You were late.”

“Huh?” You shake your head with a small smile on your lips. “When not a single blade of grass grows here but a strange jasmine, you don’t need a gardener.”

“Hence why it only bloomed in your presence.” 

Zayne was…being strangely nice today. He also appeared to be much happier than before. You wonder what he dreamt about that would make him feel less cold than before.

“...Don’t shower me with praise. Now you’re making it sound like this was bound to happen.” You clear your throat and step closer to the jasmine, fingertips brushing against the soft, fragile petals.

Deep in thought, Zayne continued to stare at you. “Have…I offended you again?” You tilt your head to the side. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

His gaze shifts to your hand still holding his sleeve.

Huh…You must’ve forgotten to let go.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was too excited.” As you let go, Zayne grabs your hand.

“This is not a mere coincidence.”

“...What?” You’re not exactly sure what to make of Zayne’s words. You gaze drifting down to your hand encased in Zayne’s much larger one.

“You are not the first to step foot in the Tower of Thorns. No one has been able to make the jasmine bloom. Only you have succeeded.”

Something…about his voice makes your heart beat more quickly. An unfamiliar emotion spreads through your chest.

“What is it? You’re not acting like your usual self…” He’s acting slightly like Doctor Zayne– your Zayne.

“You’re right.” Zayne hesitates to continue, an indescribable emotion flooding his eyes.

“Allow me to take you to another place.”

“To where? You said I could leave once the jasmine blooms, did you not?”

Ouch, it feels a bit rude to bring up leaving right as an unemotional man starts acting emotional but…Sure, let’s go with that.

“Do you want to leave now?”

No.

“I…”

Do you?

Do you want to steal the Creatio Protocore, make Zayne lose his power, and leave him imprisoned in the Tower forevermore?

No…You don’t want him to be “perpetually frozen” anymore. But…you’ll die, won’t you? Without the Creatio Protocore…

☆ミ

You never expected Zayne to take you to the field of jasmines in Philos: Floral Inquiry. Under the warm sunlight, you walk amongst the seemingly never-ending sea of flowers.

“Zayne?” You question as you walk side by side and he turns to face you. The expression on his face is familiar yet unfamiliar. It’s unfamiliar because of how different the Foreseer and you are— the distance between you a chasm.

But…The current him reminds you of that wraith and of your Zayne.

You don’t understand…Is the person in front of you real or an illusion?

“Why did you bring me here, Zayne?” You were at a loss. You weren’t sure how this dream was going to end, feeling like it’s been going on for forever at this point.

You really thought it would be wrapped up by now…but surely all of the angst and sadness is done, right?

Zayne’s eyes shimmer like a lake on a midsummer’s day. “I wish to confirm something.”

His words give you little to interpret so, instead, you repeat to him, “...What is there to confirm?”

He suddenly cups your cheek, seemingly losing himself in your eyes. His gaze shines bright. Your heart begins racing, violently thundering in your chest.

What…is he doing?

“That…I won’t lose you again.”

…Huh?

…Again?

Then, a suffocating indigo is all you see. The blinding light consumes your vision while your heart feels like it’s being crushed. Your hand clutches at your chest and you catch a glimpse of Zayne’s panicked expression before you faint.

The Cryoriais.

That damned icy disease. 

I barely did any proofreading so if there's any misspellings or skipped words, I apologize 😭 i just wanted to get this chapter out bc i felt bad for missing Friday. Anyways! I'm leaving to go type up a few more chapters. <3

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[aspoonofsugar]

How is Sir Pentious a foil to Lucifer?

Hi,

I am using the words of a kind soul from TV Tropes, as they said it very well:

Lucifer is a foil to Sir Pentious. Both are Endearingly Dorky Sad Clowns who put up a bluster to hide their insecurities from years of failures. However while Sir Pentious is a Beneath Notice Butt-Monkey with the personal will that Lucifer lost, Lucifer is the Broken Ace at the very top of the chain in Hell with all the power and charisma that Pentious yearns for. Pentious is the first person Charlie genuinely wins over to her redemption plan, and has her instant sympathy and reverence. Lucifer's depression meanwhile has led to a long-term distant and turbulent relationship with Charlie that gets mended after years. Both effectively play into Charlie overcoming the Extermination, Lucifer by effortlessly winning, Pentious by pitifully failing. Charlie rebuilds the Hotel both from the support of Lucifer and in memory of Sir Pentious. Both are also thematically associated with snakes, but while Lucifer was an angel cast down from Heaven, Sir Pentious was the first sinner to ascend.

In short, Pentious is Lucifer's past self. He is a wacky inventor nobody takes seriously. As a result, he tries hard to make people aknowledge him:

Sir Pentious: Silence! Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal.

Lucifer is the same. He used to be looked down by other angels because of his creativity and odd approach to things. He was Heaven's Ugly Duckling, a little bird, who never fit.

Even visually, Lucifer and Sir Pentious are similar. Both share a snake motif and wear huge hats that are meaningful for their characters:

Sir Pentious's hat is animated, mirrors Pentious's feelings and our snake-boy wears inventors' googles on it.

Lucifer's hat ties with the Devil's Circus Ringleader motif. It works as a crown and it has his golden snake and apple on it.

In short, Sir Pentious is a mirror of Lucifer. Why is that so? Well, it's because Hazbin Hotel season 1 is really built around Lucifer. In fact, the season can be read as:

Charlie fixing her relationship with her father

Charlie redeeming the devil

In short, Charlie's main feat in season 1 is that she saves Lucifer from himself. She manages by:

Fighting Lucifer's shadow self, who is represented by Adam

Accepting and redeeming Lucifer's past self, who is represented by Sir Pentious

As a result, Lucifer, Sir Pentious and Adam are all linked as characters:

Lucifer is the one who introduces Adam into the narrative. He calls Charlie and asks her to go meet Adam in his stead. Lucifer is symbolically being so passive that he is letting Adam (his negative side) doing as he pleases. He even puts Charlie in harm's way out of depression and passiveness.

Charlie shows how earnest she is in her ideals and gets through to Sir Pentious. This is a warm up for her later confrontation with Lucifer. In general Charlie's conversation with Lucifer is what makes the plot advance and what leads to the middle-climax (Welcome to Heaven). There, Charlie fights Adam again and this time she fends better. This is also because of the confidence boost Lucifer's encouragement gave her.

In the finale, Adam kills Sir Pentious, as by this point Lucifer has let Adam fester too much for too long. If this continues and Lucifer refuses to become more active, the risk is really for him to lose himself. Thankfully, he comes to help Charlie. As a result, he stops his shadow and the exterminations, whose fault lied mostly in both Adam (acitvely) and Lucifer himself (passively).

In short, season 1 is the story of how Charlie saves Lucifer, which is why in the climax, Charlie's two big feats are:

To save her dad physically, as she catches Adam's punch:

To save her dad spiritually, as she stops him from killing his shadow aka Adam:

Charlie: Whoa, whoa, Dad. He's had enough. Lucifer: Alright. How's mercy taste, you little bitch?

In return, Lucifer is the one most vocal when it comes to cheer Charlie up:

Lucifer: Come on little lady, why the frown? In the last 10,000 years You're the first one to change this town You can do this, now I know it! For your story has just begun You can't quit now. Hell, you owe it! There's still damage to be undone You've changed my mind, you've touched their hearts Found the good in souls gone bad The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone But by God, Charlie! The show, it must go on!

The season starts with Charlie lonely and abandoned by her parents. It ends with her dad being there for her. Moreover, since Charlie redeemed Lucifer, Sir Pentious is symbolically sent to Heaven. In short, Lucifer's past dreams and ideals have been brought back by Charlie and Heaven has now to deal with them.

Thank you for passing by!

[daughterearth]

Directions to the Devi - The great Goddess

All the above answers are valid and deeply respected. Also, they may change with time like they did for me.

We can always hold space for something greater than a simple answer.

I'm writing this post in conversation with @spilledpoetries 's post and all thanks to @rhysaka's wonderful initiative to form this small well knit community.

Before that my humble agrah- I'm nobody to define or even limit the goddess through my words. This is not an academic discussion or an exploration of philosophies. It is simply my love for her that I wish to show what I can for others to find.

Q.Devi's association with Tantra.

For one moment really take her in - Her imposing, defying posture, her bareness, her dynamism --- she presents a contrast to all demure presentation of goddesses we see.

She's provocative, angry, ready to strike- her hair flying, blood smeared across her body and through the corpse's bleeding neck. She's terrifying and triumphant. She's the image of death and destruction and fear. And she's lavishing in it.

Through thousands of years of foreign oppression, of internal conflicts, of being second class citizenship of girls and women, of imposition of pardah and forced inferiority - SHE STANDS HERE STILL with contrasts.

What makes her so enduring and so striking to your imagination?

Tantra is another form of rigorous study. On the fringes of society - marred with elements we don't commonly consider forms of divination or worship it has survived eons. But it breaks the boundary of what is worthy of devotion, of ego and for us, its metaphysical elements presently would suffice.

''If you feel drawn to Devi in any form right now, it marks a call to war, your innate knowing - a yearning that cannot be sublimated, an uprising of your consciousness.''

You are being called to transcend what is beyond black and white.

Evaluate yourself -

Do you feel called to what you cannot yet explain? An incompleteness in every joy and sadness?

Are there areas in your life that trigger you deeply? Including your relationships, your sexual nature, your anger or repulsion, your path in life?

Is there a deep resounding need for belonging, of feeling like an outsider, a lone wolf or pushing against tides? As difficulties seem to corner you into a dead end.

If any of these strike in for you, Devi is the answer you are looking for. When the student is ready, the teacher appears.

This is a list of elemental inquiries I wish to share with you -

each is as deep as you wish to seek, each as shallow as words can convey. Take what speaks to you and let the rest be an offering.

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When you stand in front of her in full honesty, observe without shame- your own nakedness, your own body, to every abysmal change in life - how malleable and how human we are to every pain and joy. How minute and how magnificent. This blessing of pain, of being a sinner and a saint, of deep longing and half refusals Then, lay them infront of her simply - like a child puts her doll infront of her mother - ravaged by years of playing. Let her speak to you in the stillness of your complete surrender and acceptance. She is bigger than every emotion or thought you have. More powerful.

###

If there are very strong emotions regarding some situation in your life, some previous hurt or destruction you are hurt by - Devi stands to point towards its metabolism.

Every bad things that has ever happened in your life- has peeled off a layer of your egoic attachment, it has loosened the shackles that tie you to a way of life you must transcend to something greater.

All this to say, clears the dust of the mirror of your heart to shine the presence of her within you. Her invincible presence, her radiance, her spirit. When everything is lost, something bigger than us, remains. That is what defines your true nature. And that is the beginning of your possibility. Devi represents that non-duality of being.

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In a forest when a she-wolf births her children, she doesn't teach them how to hunt or hides her from the world. She teaches them what to look for and beware of - activating a latent energy, a latent knowledge. Devi is a concentrated form of that dynamism.

The red associated with her -- some say it is menstrual blood is the deep red of life and sacrifice. Every endeavour in your life - be it university exams or emotional toques and tensions - everything needs a vision. But the problem arises when there is no life forthcoming from it all. It's like dancing to a tune there is no end to.

She represents the end. When the woman attuned to Devi, she understands the pauses, the reflection, the stopping.

Devi's devotee picks an endeavour, not to prove, or be something but for the versity, the joy of the work, the growth, the ability to say yes to difficulty and knowing she has a force greater than her own delineated abilities - she summons a life by her own name.

This is Devi's grace.

She is a river flowing through you, her wild nature pours out endless possibilities, acts as birth channel, invigorates.

She's a calling to your own wild nature otherwise you wouldn't be so attracted to her halo.

She's a reflection of what it means to be, and wholly bloom and in time disintegrate and rise again to our own calling. And I believe it is time for you to undertake this journey.

Author's note: Please allow me to ask forgiveness for any wrongs in this passage, they are wholly mine. Thank you for your time These words are all I have to offer. I can pray for more guidance for all of us, and more radiance of hers to show us the way. I would love to know if there is anything more I could do.

Till then, with much respect and love, thank you.

~ Namaste ~

[mischievously-royalty]

Sooo, remember the previous chapter I posted? I decided it'd be an epilogue divided in two parts! The first one being from Lucifer's POV and the second one being from Charlie and Alastor's POV!

Sooo, here it goes! (I still don't have a goddamn name for this, damn it.)

_____

How much pain can someone suffer?

If you asked Alastor, he'd tell you that pain is merely a state of mind in which the person starts to torture itself, reminding its user that whatever pain they are feeling is 100% their fault and there is nothing they can do about it.

While he takes pride in considering himself as untouchable as a God, he forgets that there are true gods out there that could destroy what he was and would be with a snap of their fingers.

And this what was happening to him right now.

An incessant tug could be felt coming from his neck, his chain was being pulled by its owner. A silent command for him to get back at his feet rather than on his knees.

As he slowly rose, his owner watched intensely, just waiting for him to look up and meet its gaze.

"You understand perfectly what you will have to do, right, Alastor?"

"... Yes."

______

Alastor woke up after a few seconds, he stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling before he sat up and looked around for his monocle. After finding it, he changed to his usual attires and went to the mirror to fix his hair.

As he finished doing so, he looked up, only to be met by the sight of his terrifying smile, still long and wide, hiding secret behind its teeth. Well! There is no time to waste! He thought as he faded in his shadows only to reappear at the lobby.

Charlie was making plans with the others about some kind of 'special' visit from a 'special' someone. This intrigued Alastor so he quickly dove into his shadows to reapper next to Charlie, scaring her by the sudden presence.

"As I was explaining, he'll be arriving by- OH FUCKING SATAN-" She yelled, almost falling over Vaggie who was standing right by her side. Vaggie turned to give Alastor a death glare that could have made anyone cower in fear, not Alastor though.

"Ah! Why, hello my dear! I deeply apologize for scaring you! I must have miscalculated where I was supposed to appear!" He spoke, grinning widely. For anyone else, it was clear that Alastor was lying and that he did plan to scare the girl but Charlie wasn't 'anyone else'.

"Oh! It's fine, Alastor! Actually, I was wondering if you could help me organize the place, we'll be receiving a special visit around 4:00 pm!" She explained, clapping her hands together, not noticing the way Vaggie raised her spear as if ready to attack Alastor for just daring to breath in front of her.

"Ah, I'm sad to have to decline the offer, my dear! I have an important meeting with a friend of mine that I'm afraid it can not be delayed! I'm not sure if I'll be able to arrive in time, but I'll try my best to do it, Charlotte!" Alastor replied, placing his hand on top of his chest as if he was truly wounded by the fact he wouldn't be able to be present at the time.

"Is that so? That's a bummer! But thanks for the honesty, Alastor! Anyway, guys—" Charlie's voice was tunned out by Alastor's thoughts filling his mind. Who could this 'special' visitor be? Maybe someone close to Charlotte? Well, it's a pity they won't be able to be graced by my noble presence!

With that, he followed with the day, going to his meeting with Rosie.

______

As Alastor walked through Canibal Town, he came to greet its people as the usual. He greeted Milton, who he asked about the man's wife and the man answered: "She's better now! I'lll give you a piece of the dinner we cooked later on!" Alastor only nodded in acknowledgment and followed his path to Rosie's Emporium.

He greeted Ellenoir. Such a nice little lady, already following the path of her dad and biting sinners! He thought as the kid passed by him, waving at him before she walked away, holding a crowbar in her hands and pointing at a random sinner.

He even greeted Susan. I hope you die in an alley and the dogs come to piss on you because even they can't be around your awful smell, if you were to be eaten, it'd be by a bunch of worms because they prefer trash. He thought, sighing dreamily about the day it'd happen, already fantasizing in laughing at Susan while she was killed.

_____

Meanwhile at the hotel, Charlie was organizing everything to make sure it'd only cause the better and the best impression on her father about the hotel.

She obviously knew he didn't actually believed in redemption but he was still there when she needed him, so, she'd let that one slide as long as her father behaves well around the others resident.

She had a serious talk with Angel about his jokes and how he shouldn't do them around her father because:

•1th - Her father isn't the type to enjoy sexual jokes

And

•2nd - ANGEL SHOULDN'T BE EVEN FLIRTING WITH HER DAD CUZ IT'D BE WEIRD AS FUCK TO HER!

Having cleared that with the spider, she moved on to tell Nifty to tidy the place and the maid only answered with: "Those bugs won't even see it coming!" Before she sprinted so fast that it was as if she had vanished. Then, Charlie asked Husk to look after Nifty so she shouldn't scare the heck out of her father.

Husk didn't even try to argue because he knew Nifty could scare anyone and in that anyone, The Devil itself was included.

As the hours approached, Charlie sighed loudly, fidgeting nervously. What if dad doesn't like the place? What if he laughs at it? Her thoughts were cut short by Vaggie placing a hand over her shoulder, squeezing it to make Charlie understood that, no matter what Lucifer says, Vaggie will stay by her side.

Charlie placed her hand over Vaggie's and smiled at her girlfriend before she turned to the clock, taking a deep breath and finding courage to face her father after many years.

It's time to do this.

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Tã-dã! Whaddya think? I hope I managed to grasp Alastor's true essence or in others words: him being a lil' prick.

Susan's part was funny to write

AND NOPE~! You won't be getting what Alastor had talked with Rosie, nuh-uh! This is for future chapters!

[onomatopagu-et-cie]

Some (too many) mental notes & questions about D. Gray-man!

(SPOILERS UP TO CH. 247 & sorry if the terms used are awkward esp. the localization of the manga, I read it in french!)

I recently re-read DGM as the new chapter came out. I stopped catching up after volume 22 years ago and I am so glad I re-read the series!

If it was already beautifully sad and cruel, the volumes 23 to 27 hooked me even more. Like other manga (eg. Witch Hat Atelier, Berserk), the panel composition was already beautiful in the previous volumes but I was fascinated through my reading. The attention given to hands in these volumes (like MHA) was mind-blowing!

The Allen-Kanda-Johnny-Link group (and now Tiedoll) works really well, I didn’t expect that at all! Oh, and the character development/decline of every character is great, especially Allen & Neah, Kanda & Link (and Cross and Road in those flashbacks?????).

DGM wouldn’t be DGM if the mysteries didn’t keep growing even more cryptic as the story unfolds, so I guess here are some notes and questions I’ll come back to one day to see if they are answered!

► Now that we know the D. in DGM stands for ‘Dear’ (I already sense the tragedy in the title for both Allen and Mana aaaaa), I don’t know if this was intentional, but Mana in front of the mirror strongly reminded me of The Picture of Dorian Gray, especially the end (I shouldn’t have read this scene late at night, I was spooked haha). The characters of Allen and Neah, shrouded in mystery, also encapture the elusive personality of Dorian Gray.

► Paying extra attention to all the parallels between the Ghost of Mater & the Artificial Exorcists Arcs was Pure Pain. I’m always amazed how far the details go and make (even more or a whole new) sense later on.

► Lenalee and Komui’s story touched me once more aaaaaa ► Miranda’s power is really cruel, I wish we could see more of her someday ;;

► Road used for super-human the word ‘choujin’, which also seems to refer to the concept of übermensch in japanese ie. the ideal superior man of the future who could rise above conventional Christian morality to create and impose his own values... NOW THAT IS INTERESTING.

Especially regarding Road and Cross meeting & Allen’s prophecy as the ‘Destroyer of Time’ (the fact he could ‘sense’ Lenalee’s dream and interact with it, Cross ‘death’ by Apocryphos hands, past!Allen’s mystery over his rejuvenated body, Apocryphos observation on ‘Allen’s’ long existence as a parasite, and so on …)?????????????

And could she have a link to Allen and Lenalee’s dream of the future?

► The overarching theme of humans, akuma, Noahs and even the Earl at God’s/The Heart’s mercy manifests in many little plot points eg. the Ghost of Mater (that could even foreshadow the whole Cross/Road meeting), Road dressing Lenalee as a doll, Lenalee and Miranda taking their suffering as the Innocence testing them, Link turned into a puppet, Crown Clown and so on …

► Could this be Campbell’s mansion Allen will visit in the next chapters… ?

► Reever’s devotion to Komui ;;;;;;;;

► Fascinating how everyone except Allen is at risk of becoming a Fallen One, despite everything he does ‘against’ the Order, God and the Innocence: it could be explained by the role he was given by the Heart now that we have a bigger picture And it is foreshadowed since the Suman Dark Arc:

-> When Allen says Suman betrayed ‘God’, the kanji for god is used (kami), but the furigana read as Innocence:

And Allen even says later the Innocence punishes sinners as God itself, devuring Suman from the inside like a worm ……….

-> While Komui says he has betrayed God and the furigana read as God this time:

I love the word plays in the original versions with the furigana (I wonder if this has a name?), another example:

The kanji for family, kazoku, is read as the english « home », which we always saw used to describe the Order as a comforting place to return to: the Order was never Suman’s home, he always longed for his family

► Will this ever be explained? That, and Cross's special bond to God or the Heart!

Also this????????

AND ALSO CROSS HATRED FOR TIMCAMPY???????????

► Could Cross be a Bookman?

Neah’s flashback mentioned an ‘excentric uncle’, so it could also be Cross, given how he remembers Mana’s smile from his childhood, I am Confused Or he could be their childhood friend, as his appearance in the flashbacks suggests he would've had the same age past!Allen, Neah and Mana would have, around 35yo? Idek anymore! Either way, he has an obvious hold over his age like past!Allen, maybe through magic or their nature?

Was the unknown language Bookman spoke when the Ark was disappearing in the sky the same Mana taught Allen? In Komui’s corner, we learn Bookman knew in advance they would synchronize with an Innocence when their mission began???????? Do they somehow have links to the Heart or Apocryphos? Are they from the doomed world Road told Cross, as some sort of witnesses of the Noah's struggles on behalf of God?

► Tyki’s nature is hinted at by Road even as early as ch. 93, and the confrontation with Neah in the volume 26 makes me really think he’s some sort of copy of him

► This panel is Pain:

► I love Lenalee and Lavi’s relationship so much!! Lavi’s arc was gripping, and took Lenalee’s words on the boat (‘am I still in this world?’) to a whole new context

► About Luberrier :

How in hell was he aware of the 14th without even Cross telling him? His dialogue with Zuu before saving Link strongly suggests he knew the 3rd gen. project would cause the Noah attack on the laboratory and the 14th awakening, isolating Allen, as though he made a deal with a Noah or sb else. The ch150 (Hevlaska and Luberrier’s past) is haunting me, I’m really curious to see where this is going!

► About Link : We know so little about his past, how he became a Crow, how his devotion was built by the Administration (Link’s flashback with Luberrier after recovering was scary, how easily he gave in & Luberrier’s whole behavior was ugh)! Komui’s corner mentions the two red dots on the Crow’s forehead are scars left by the operation that made them sorcerers against their will + Allen tried to touch it, which made him mad GAHHHHHH I NEED MORE CONTEXT

Ch247 hurts even more considering Neah used the same words as Allen to greet Link but rang false aaaaaaa

Link’s profile is cut from the Central Administration’s organization chart from volume 25 (when he admits feeling conflicted over Allen’s fate), before his profile was included in the same box:

Komui’s corner once mentioned comforting food thanks to the emotional value they hold eg. Allen and Cross’s porridge. Link says he had something similar so I wonder if this will ever be showed in the manga!

► About past!Allen: This might be a reach, but ch221’s flashback made me think Atuuda’s magic (its symbol in particular) can be linked to past!Allen with the whole spiral of life theory (+ the fact his body rejuvenated by some miracle):

There are also many parallels with other dynamics in the manga: -> Neah-Cross & Mana — he was set on eliminating anything else that draws near Mana, as a promise he made to Neah -> Luberrier-Link & Neah-Allen — Luberrier needs Link in order to protect and save them from anyone -> past!Allen & Neah — he promised Neah he would protect his memory from anyone (-> Kanda & Alma — he was the only one that could save Alma)

(I don’t want to think about Link potentially becoming another host for Neah, sacrificing himself for Allen for example aaaaaa)

I saw Hoshino’s sister loves Link’s character and what happens next to him will potentially be pure pain, I get her because his potential is skyrocketing and I’m definitely not ready aaaaaaaa

► What was even going on between Neah and past!Allen???????????????

► Allen’s past was really devastating. Mana’s words by the sunset ;;;;;

► In ch216, Cornelia’s wood destroys Timcampy in a similar way Red is bound eyes and ears from the scene when the Earl comes back in the circus in the recent chapters (with those little black hands)

► The parallels & oppositions btw Kanda & Link (the potential of the trio Kanda-Allen-Link!!!!!) : -> both presented in a negative light at the beginning -> both now deem themselves unworthy to be a part of Allen’s life: Kanda is glad Johnny is there to support him, Link says he will disappear from Allen’s life if he defeats the 14th (and also That Panel when he saw Allen come back to his senses and save Johnny). Both have feelings they suppress when it comes to Allen, in a stark contrast with Johnny’s honesty -> both were objects of experimentation/intensive training but Kanda feels no loyalty to the Order, while Link does strongly to Luberrier -> both wound up with a shortened lifespan they hide atm (Kanda as a Fallen One & Link with Atuuda) -> both were targeted by Apocryphos and had their memories rewritten -> Kanda wants to kill the 14th, Link is ordered to aid him -> hands shown as holding dominion over them both (the Innocence, Luberrier and the Heart)

► Predictions for the next chapters: Since Johnny is going along with Allen & Link, there’s a chance : 1) Link will drive Johnny away so Neah wakes up ; 2) Neah will do it since he sees everything through Allen’s eyes and even challenges Link’s ‘loyalty’ 1) would be logical as everyone in Allen’s group feared it while Allen accepted the risk but given the whole arc, Link seems VERY conflicted over the whole matter (and their shoujo-esque reunion damn, that and volume 25 whole vibes) Also Road seems to have led Allen to the mansion through his dream because she thought he was dangerous (????) AND a ‘bookman’ was there, so a lot will happen!

Have a nice week-end!

[gutspiller]

let the light in - at your back door yelling 'cause i wanna come in

read it on ao3 here

You knew you would die painfully.

From the moment you gained conscience, the ill thoughts of death always trickled in the back of your mind like wild daisies in the middle of the sidewalk— It was fate, everyone knew it deep down.

Once you’re gone there’s no memory to preserve, especially once the Earth’s rotted by the Sun and tossed into galactic dust. We all know it.

That awful day when you met your husband changed your view. We’ll all go to Hell.

And we all know it.

Something sharp and spindly cuts into your neck as your vision starts to crawl out, your head spinning with nausea. You look around to see the blood moon next to a golden one, and a scarlet sky twinged with black clouds. How long have you been here, thorns resting in the crook of your neck, digging in with every toss and turn?

This is an unholy sanctuary.

He’s here.

Your first thought when you wake up sends you into an upright position, glancing to every side with a desperate fervor. To no avail, you do not hear or even see your husband anywhere around.

The screams around you from pleading sinners would’ve masked his gentle voice, anyhow. They should just take it like what they’ve deserved in this life. They fell down the wrong path, you chose this— every miserable sinner here should’ve been at your mercy.

Why are they so loud, knowing what they’ve done?

Why are you still thinking about your husband, so sure he’s still enamored with you?

Everyone has their reasons, you suppose, as you stand up and wobble on your new two feet. Looking down, you’re disgusted to see four grisly gloved claws, adorned with white silk and a few bows to match.

Not modest, but.. You’re sure in Hell there are lots of madames. They do the dirty work, but surely they don’t deserve to roam in the darkest of depths, no?

Caught up in your own needless thinking, you don’t notice a girl come hurtling down your way. You gasp breathlessly as she begins to talk. “Hi, oh my gosh, um..” She hasn’t even said anything you can grasp yet, but her mouth still somehow moves a million miles an hour. “So! I’m.. gathering residents for my spectacular redemption hotel! It’s called the Happy— Er.. Hazbin Hotel! I’m sure you’re scared, I saw you wake up just now and—!” You scoff, placing your hands on your hips and rolling your eyes. "No, thank you."

The blonde persists, tapping your shoulder as you turn to walk away. Frustration finally boils over, when will this lady be quiet? You swing your head to face hers, an unamused expression donning your face. “Didn’t ya hear me, ya chatta’ box?” You snarl, pushing her away.

You almost feel bad, especially with the way her puppy-dog eyes plead for you to join her little hotel. Too bad, so sad, though. You were here for a purpose, not to rise up to some unattainable goal like fucking going to heaven of all places. Really? You just got here and you’re already being phished by some random woman.

Not to mention the fact she’s dressed particularly modern, the tux an eyesore to your newly uncovered eyes. It reminds you of your husband— clad in his pinstriped suits. He was always such an innovator for his time, a supporter of the new age. This girl though.. No manners to be seen at all!

Your husband would have smacked her upside the head, you think! “No, I came here for a reason, and I’m not going to waste it on some charity case.” You barely hold back raising your voice; that would be improper manners for a lady, yes? Especially one who wasn’t sure about her husband’s love for her dwindling— Or having been there in the first place.

Even if he didn’t, you could still try. You hope.

Take on a new shape, a new form if he didn’t already recognize you— Try someone more delicate, prettier, fancier, more akin to his tastes..

What do you look like, minus the claws?

You could use a mirror.

[hongluboobs]

wrath/gloom/sloth he’s SO fucking not normal you guys

the only other Hong Lu with gloom is liu. wrath used to be pretty rare in his kits but liu, w corp, and hook Hong Lu have it so it’s not really that rare anymore! No lust is also something to note because right now the only Hong Lu identities that don’t have lust affinity somewhere are the corp ones!

It’s a little bit of a reach but his lustless ids being specifically the corp ones reminds me of something from dream of the red chamber. In that book, there’s a character named Zhen Bao-yu, who seems identical to and is even called a “mirror version” of Jia Bao-yu(the most likely equivalent to limbus Hong Lu) in the text. The two look very similar and even have the same jade, but the difference is instead of remaining silly and whimsical (to quote the text, “full of lust”) like Jia Bao-yu, Zhen Bao-yu eventually matures out of this. When the two finally meet in person, Jia Bao-yu expects to meet a kindred spirit but soon realizes Zhen Bao-yu isn’t actually like him and is a “career worm”, which he hates.

All the corp hong lus get their jobs from nepotism, So that can potentially provide deeper meaning for why the Corp Hong Lu’s don’t have lust if you’re a little too insane about the text, but what about this one? he sure as hell isn’t working at a corp?

If I have to connect it to the text, this Hong Lu reminds me of the Jia Bao-yu (who i’m just gonna call Bao-yu for brevity bc Zhen Bao-yu isn’t relevant to here) near the very end of the book. Here, he returns to the land of illusion and is enlightened this time! He reads a bunch of forbidden knowledge that pretty much amounts to the fates of everyone he cares about, and DOESN’T forget it like he did the first time. This makes him develop an ambivalent “it had to happen this way and i couldn’t stop it” view of life and he starts to gradually disconnect from reality. Eventually he just. fucks off to become a monk

Of course, this might not be what they’re going for. I don’t even know how equivalent they’re trying to make things related to Hong Lu to the text, i just know it’s not gonna be one-to-one. On the other hand, red chamber is also a long ass book i don’t think many people in this fandom have read through, and it’s one of our biggest hints for what Hong Lu’s canto could hold.

Also the s3 sloth reminds me of k corp Hong Lu and i like that guy. i almost forgot to say this

i’m sooo excited for this id to drop ohhh my god. i need to see all the fucked up shit he says. i need some freak i can run on a sinking team who isn’t named lcb sinner Hong Lu. and thank god this games equivalent of bao-yu fucking off to be a monk isn’t bald bc i’d be really scared if he was (monk bao-yu cuts off all his hair when he fucks off. it’s really sad)

[theoryfan205]

O' lord above. Tell me, why?

"now, goodnight Cecilia. Sweet dreams."

Lady fisalia smiled down at her young child, freshly tucked in and ready for bed, and with a soft click she closed her bedroom door. The young fisalia waited with bated breath, listening to her mother's footsteps as they slowly receded.

When she couldn't hear her mother anymore a wide giddy smile crossed her little face as she quickly disrupted her place among her bed. The covers flew up by her hand as she sat up and almost crawled to the end of her bed, sitting on her knees as she clasped her hands together, just as she was about to close her eyes though...

"What are we doing?"

Cecilia wasn't surprised by the sudden whisper, if anything she was eager. She already knew where to look, quickly turning to her left to face the large window in her room, within her faint reflection she saw her best friend, her own reflection looking back at her confused.

"We're praying! Mama told me all about it today. Most people in ragunna pray to the sentinel, but we're special and we pray to a better god, the leviathan!"

The reflection tilted her head at her as she whispered about the new knowledge she had been gifted, talking about it as if it was a heavenly secret. She scooted closer to the window, smiling fondly at her one true friend as she continued on.

"Mama said a really really long time ago everyone got fooled by the sentinel, so they all worship it instead of the leviathan, but because we've been loyal to it since the start of ragunna it really likes us! More than anyone else!"

Her reflection shushed her silently as she got a bit louder, she quickly covered her mouth, waiting quietly for the sound of footsteps. When none came she visibly relaxed, smiling at her reflection as it sat there, giving her a worried look.

"What did it lie about? If nobody believes in the leviathan but us then is it really better?"

Her reflection whispers questions to her, quietly voicing doubts that were never spoken.

"Mama said it was better, so it has to be. That's why we're gonna pray to it tonight."

And like a blind sinner she dismisses her reflections questions, thinking otherwise would be going against the family, and even in the quiet of her room such things aren't allowed.

"....what do we need to pray for? Don't we have everything we need?"

Cecilia giggled slightly as she clasped her hands together again, shuffling more away from the window to reach the center of her footboard, her elbows resting on it to support her arms. She stayed quiet at her reflections question, seemingly ignoring it to start praying.

"I think it went like... Dear mr leviathan from below, hear my voice and listen to my wish"

She did her best to remember the vows her mother taught her, the way to reach out to their god like a true believer. Of course some words went over her head as a child, so she substituted as best she could and hoped their beloved god would answer her

"I wish... For the fisalia's to get new friends soon. Mama says I can't play with kids from other families because they're not friends of the fisalia's, so I wish our family can make new friends soon, so I can have someone to play with and be my friend!"

Her mind wandered with ideas of a new playmate, her brother's never played nice with her, and recently she couldn't play with her cousins very often, her mother claiming it was better that way, so she really wanted someone to play with, someone nice, who would be her friend.

"But... Can't you play with me?"

Her own voice spoke out like a whimper, her reflection staring back at her as she opened her eyes to face it, her expression looked sad, downcast like her uncle on a rainy day, though she didn't feel sad at her own words, her reflection showed a different picture.

"No. Remember what mama said? I'm not allowed to play with you like that anymore, you've gotta stay in the mirror."

She reached her hand up, touching the window, and while she was staring out of it her sight wasn't on the scenery outside at all, instead focused solely on her own reflection, the girl who stared back often seemed like a different person altogether.

"...I'm not in the mirror now."

She gave her a reassuring smile, and soon after her words were spoken her reflection smiled back at her, finding comfort in what was said

"Don't worry. I won't tell mama if you don't."

It's been years since she was that small, since she had a friend always standing by her side. Now as she walks through the cathedral of mercury in the dead of night, the reflection of herself in the waters is just that, a reflection. Perhaps it's simply her imagination when she feels like she's being watched from the waters below, perhaps deep down she feels as if she doesn't deserve such a friend anymore, and so she keeps walking.

Her steps echo in the large building. Despite it being the dark of night the abundant lights in the cathedral keep it from being dark, the only sign of darkness being her shadow as she walks further towards the sentinels statue, and even that is drowned out by the bright light above her.

"....O' dear Imperator who resides deep below, hear my voice now and listen to my prayers."

She raises her hands and clasps them together, closing her eyes as she recites a prayer. She knows the right words now, but this is a public space, even if she's sure nobody will be here this late due to the recent excitement of carnevale, she still can't risk her family so she substitutes, hoping it will still hear her voice.

"I pray... For your guidance on this night, for answers and to be led on the right path."

Her thoughts had been conflicted since carnevale, it was a rush of euphoria for her, her adrenaline pumping when she fought with herself, showing off her fencing skills with a flourish normally used for ballroom dances, mixing all she knew to create an amazing performance for the crowd.

She knew it would be fleeting, there was a chance it would all be flooded away, yet she still showed up. She still performed. And when echoes acted strangely it only took her a moment to follow the cue of the fools troupe, to act as if it was intentional and to aid even slightly with holding them off. She helped even minisculely to make carnevale possible, and she betrayed her family to do it..

She's known of their plans for a while now, of their new allies who were helping them and the order, the lies built up for their image, for the threnodian, she knew it all, and yet... Why? Why did she go and help people who her family were against? Why did it feel better than anything she's ever done before?

"Guide me, please. You are the shining light of rinascita and the fisalia family, all my life I have looked up to you, listened to your guidance, so please tell me..."

Tell me why temptation feels like living. Why the way I am lured away from your teachings feels like taking my first gasp of air. Why does following you and my family suddenly feel like I am drowning? Why? Have I forsaken you in some way? I have forever been loyal to my family, always doing as I was asked with a smile, so why? This feeling was one I could handle before, I thought I could, but surfacing even once has made the suffocating pressure unbearable. Why? Why if this is the right way must I suffer so much? All I want is air yet even that is a selfish request, so why? Why-

"You're praying quite hard there, Cecilia."

His voice abruptly cuts her out of her thoughts, her hands once clasp tightly in prayer now fall apart as she turns to face him.

"Priest alessio, i- I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight."

She falters for a moment, the surprise at being caught thinking such blasphemous things against her family and the threnodian, and now she feels a sense of relief that her most telling thoughts were left unspoken in her prayer.

She quickly straightens herself out, standing collected before the priest of the order. One she knows more well than the other priests and acolytes in the order, she's aware of her uncle's plan very well, and who exactly helped him out.

"You expect me to slack on my divine duties?"

Her blunder is quickly scrutinized by him, and just as easily as she faltered she does her best to recover, a fisalia never blunders after all, they swim, not sink.

"Apologies, priest alessio. It wasn't my intent to offend. I simply meant I was expecting you to be aiding our sentinel with the end of carnevale, over watching some prayers in the dark."

She speaks smoothly, words sweet like honey with a practiced smile, a perfect poisoned trap that he is familiar with.

"Not to worry, carnevale clean up has been going smoothly. If anything I feel as if the sentinel has guided me here, specifically to aid in your troubles. Is there anything you'd wish to confess, lady Cecilia?"

If she didn't know any better, this would feel like a sign, a message that she has been heard, a guide sent to lead her on the right path. But she knows better than that. This is a trap, a trap designed for a thirsty fool who doesn't check their tea. It would be disgraceful for a fisalia to fall for such a poisoned trap as this, no matter how much she wants to believe the sweet lies.

"Not at all, priest alessio. The lord Imperator has seen all my worries, and I have faith in Their guidance."

Her smile is perfect, small and soft, perfectly trained by her parents and family. If a poison is tart or bitter nobody would fall for its trap, better to be sweet instead.

"Ah, I'm glad to see you enduring the tests given to you. A mark of a good citizen, your family would be proud."

The words are pointed, she knows it. He knows, he must know of what she's done.

"Remember, lady Cecilia, beside the sentinel Imperator, the most important thing in our mortal lives is our families, no matter what we do, they are the only ones who will forever be by our side."

She doesn't falter at his veiled message, she would be a fool to not get the hint he's dropping, yet she reveals nothing on the surface, they both know, yet their true points and questions remain hidden to keep up their perfect facade.

"Of course. How could I forget? Have you been talking to uncle again? He's always been so attentive about the family, sometimes I fear he worries too much. I do hope if he comes to you with more of his worries that you can alleviate them for him."

Her message in turn is understood, there is no room for error in the family. Their smiles are fake and painted for appearances, and she will not be the first to break.

"I'm afraid it is far too late for me to stay here much longer though, I wouldn't want to scare Uncle anymore by staying out so late. Please forgive my quick departure, and do send uncle Gilberto my regards next time you see him."

She bows down with a curtsy, her face serene despite the turbulent waters beneath the surface, and in turn he waves at her, as if this was a friendly catch up.

"Of course. Have a restful sleep, Cecilia."

He doesn't try anything as she withdraws from the cathedral, thankfully she won't need to worry about brewing another tea in the middle of the night. She heads home as silently as she left it.

Her home is quiet as she enters her room, silently closing the door behind her, letting out a sigh of relief in the weak sanctuary this room provides. Quietly as she can, she moves towards her bed, stopping short of sitting on it as her gaze is drawn to her window.

Her reflection looks... Tired. Out of breath, like a drowned corpse she thinks. She isn't sure if that's what she truly looks like, or if that's what her forte is telling her she feels like.

Instead of resting in her bed, she kneels down at the foot of it, looking up and out of her window, past her reflection and towards the sky.

"...O' lord above. Tell me, why?"

[doehoney]

I SEE A SAD LITTLE SINNER IN THE MIRROR, THE DEVIL WORKS HARD LIKE MY LIVER, I DONT WANNA BE ALIVE BUT I DONT WANNA DIE, FISTFUL OF PILLS AND RIVERS IN MY EYES, IVE GOT NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE, DEAR GOD IN THE SKY, HEAR MY CRY, HEAR MY CRY, ITS TOO DARK TO SEE, LET THERE BE LIGHT

[poblouznenedevce]

I see a sad little sinner

in the mirror

The devil works hard

like my liver

Don't wanna be alive

but I don't wanna die

A fist full of pills and rivers in my eyes

I've nothin' left to lose

dear God in the sky

Hear my cry

When it's too dark to see

Let therе be light