#sorry if any of this sounded harsh

[mythvoiced]

-. hiatus

This goes both for Tumblr and Discord. I'll most likely be starting fresh.

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[claire-starsword]

new post in the shining force tag :D

it's a post being haughty towards other games for sexualizing female characters :|

not to be mean but some people in this fandom are way too bold in looking at the master monks and claiming it's not as sexualized as everything else, especially when the meeting with sheela is also Like That. I understand that there's nothing explicit in the english games but i still recommend some caution about this kinda topic, especially when you wanna straight up brag to other people about it

(actually consider not bragging at all about that! respecting women is supposed to be the goddamn standard and also about caring for women, not to give you a point in stupid fandom wars or whatever)

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

iiiii have not seen the discord update yet, though i've heard it exists?? max called it the discord equivalent of the backrooms laksdjfas;d do u have pics ? ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

enjoy ur peace and freedom from it as long as u can meri,,,,, behold

in this shot u will see what it looks like when viewing ur servers list. it's mostly the same, altho it is a darker colour now, which is more easy to tell when u see it on ur own device. i have highlighted the bottom section and the upper left corner bc, as u will note, they MOVED home/dms . this is evil

next, the new messages section, which also has a new design that i also hate so much. in this style, when u swipe out of a chat, u dont just go to the side of it (so as to check other notifs without leaving the given dm), you just get booted out. combined with how servers are now on the bottom, not the left, it Really Really sucks for people who liked being able to swipe over and easily check all possible activity at a glance (like me)

they also have some sorta?? scroll bar of other dms at the top?????? i have not talked to the user with the ratatouille icon in Litch Rally forever why the HELL are they up there. i think this might be how they're now displaying things like 'who's online' and what people are doing but it's ssosoosososo bad what the hell man i dont need to accidentally tap into a dm with someone i havent spoken to in half a decade

and here we see the new sidebar view containing things like server members. also a new terrible design, made worse by the fact that you can no longer swipe over to it. where old discord had u swipe to the right to see the sidebar, you now have to click the top of the given channel to see it. y'know why? bc now swiping right is a quick way of replying to a given person's message. oh, your muscle memory has you accidentally setting up replies to random messages for no reason bc you were trying to see the member list? seems like a you problem

in conclusion : this is bad discord go to hell

[razgooftin]

ART BOUNDARY POST!!!

requests r always open but I may not get to them for a while! pls be patient.

art trades r open to mutuals but I may be busy - just ask! :3

dm about commissions!

using art as pfp: YES! I would love that!! you can always ask if you’re worried but you have my full permission JUST PLEASE CREDIT! if you do not credit I will reap your soul trust you will be dealt with. Your permission to use my art as an icon has been revoked. this also goes for if you want my art as your banner or in your carrd/rentry/strawpage etc

using art in edits: AMAZING LOVELY CREATIVE IM APPLAUDING ABSOLUTELYYY you have permission but again PLEASE CREDIT and also you should tooootally send it to me when you’re done… I’d love to see it.

reposting: please don’t! you’re free to ask in case I change my mind but for the most part DO NOT REPOST.

if anything you want to use my art for is not mentioned here please ask!!!! I do not bite!!!! do not do whatever you’d like with my art without permission if it’s not mentioned in this post thank you!

[consumare]

new rule, if i write you meme replies / starters / etc. and it goes completely ignored multiple times, i'm not writing you any more.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I think the hardest thing in writing for me sometimes is the like “show don’t tell/let people communicate through subtext/Normal People don’t just walk around openly explaining their motivations for everything That’s Unnatural” thing because like.. I literally DO walk around openly explaining my motivations for everything, that is how I talk, I am an analytical detail oriented over-communicator who explains everything as thoroughly as possible and and will give a fully detailed 2 minute long answer to something simple like “how are you doing today?” .. like it’s hard to make things sound Natural and Normal when you yourself are inherently unnatural and abnormal in your methods of communication to an extent lol

[stormyoceans]

despite my great love for P'X, I still think that he invited OhmNanon to the roles of TunTess for nothing. even though P'X said he wanted to work with OhmNanon, let's admit that he did a disservice, which caused Jimmy and Sea to get a barrage of dirt. after all, many were waiting for the appearance of OhmNanon and did not want to look at JimmySea. to be honest, neither Ohm nor Nanon demonstrated dramatic talent in their 10 minutes of screen time, in which they appeared in this series. P'X could take any actors for these roles, perhaps even unpopular ones, so that everyone could focus on the story of Puen and Talay and not wait for OhmNanon to appear in the frame.

not to mention why it was impossible to make the same neat and unobtrusive advertising in vvs as in our sky … (despite the fact that I like nomnom choco pie and the mirroring game in ep8)

IM AFRAID YOU'RE OPENING A VERY BIG CAN OF WORMS HERE ANON

i do personally agree that having ohmnanon in vice versa ended up doing more harm than good, both to jimmysea and the show itself, but im aware im not the most unbiased and objective person to talk about this, and i do believe that sometimes it's just a matter of things resonating with people in different ways (i lost count of how many popular BLs i feel indifferent about)

i also don't mean to defend p'x but i do feel like a lot of times people give directors way more decision making power than they actually have, at least on certain things. sure, the director is the one in charge of casting the actors, but we shouldn't forget that the final word always belongs to the producers and/or the company funding the project. it's like when i went on MDL to read some comments (NEVER DO THAT FRIENDS) about moonlight chicken and saw so many people bashing p'aof because earth doesn't look like he's in his 40s and he should have casted an age appropriate actor for it, meanwhile i was sitting there like do you guys really think that even if p'aof wanted to cast an actual 40 years old actor to play jim's role GMMTV would have allowed that. when their most popular pair of actors is currently made up of two eighteen years old boys. in a society that likes to tell us that if you're 26 you're already too old. DO YOU

......but i digress. the point is, im not saying p'x didn't have any part in choosing ohm and nanon, maybe he really just wanted to work with them and that's it, but i also think it's possible that GMMTV tried to push ohmnanon on vice versa because from their point of view jimmysea was a big gamble as a pair and they didn't trust them to pull enough numbers by themselves

ANYWAY. im starting to sound like a conspiracy theorist so this is probably my cue to shut up sfjksgfj but i do agree with you anon, and while i do prefer to focus on positive things i can see that vice versa and jimmysea haven't always been treated in the best way

[reginrokkr]

I've just come to the realization that I never stated something important about this blog in my rules (which I'll try to update tonight), but I was meaning to address that the view of a great part of the fandom doesn't represent my view of Dainsleif nor does it seem to reflect truly from what have of him in canon thus far. So if you have expectations that it will be that way, you're getting set for disappointment. Trust me that it's as upsetting to me to notice hints and clues of a lack of interest when people start to catch wind of this, so I might preface it before anything in hopes that it won't keep happening. If you'd like to have a bigger insight on what I mean, be my guest and take a look at this post.

Since I'm at it, I'm also going to say that I won't post plotting calls anymore, as I've realized that they simply don't work for me in more ways than one and it's not worth the headache with everything I have to worry about studies-wise, these take enough of my headspace to start stressing over something like this. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy plotting or that I won't plot at all, I adore it to bits. What I mean to say is that rather than being the one engaging into plotting, I'll either 1) like other people's plotting calls if there are any or 2) I'm leaving the door open for any of you to come poke me if you want to plot something. But it no longer will start from me.

[septembersghost]

This could be an unpopular opinion but Taylor is partially responsible for the 'paternity test' that went on till reputation. The secret messages in the first place where the reason for people to get intrigued and connect it to people she dated. She definitely didn't deserve the slutshaming and I know she was quite young but she really enjoyed that 'clues' at first which became a double edged sword

I am saying this because existence of secret messages is what led me to find muses behind these songs and see them as more than nameless faceless people. She got people curious and combined it with the fact that she dated people who are really famous led people to theorise(This is no way slutshaming her.Noone deserves that treatment from media or public. I just revealed my thoughts on how she innocently gave her personal details on silver platter. This is something her publicist should have known better about)

so i think an issue here is conflating her relationship to us and her relationship to the press, which have overlap but were fundamentally different when she began her career. i firmly believe everyone has the right to tell their own stories and speak their own truth, and she wanted to orient us in her stories and bring us into her music. like you said, she shared that innocently, not realizing it would be weaponized against her, and then once it was weaponized against her, to some degree she used what she could as defense. the secret messages were for us. inescapably the press used that against her, but that wasn't her fault. she couldn't predict that or the damage it would do to her. it also wasn't her fault that she happened to be very famous dating very famous men, and that being impossible to keep private because we live in a society that has a baked-in element of celebrity culture and interest, for better or worse, and people have been interested in society gossip for far longer than our modern times (we could stretch that back to royal courts as far as ancient egypt. gossip probably existed as soon as human speech did). taylor hiding "sam sam sam sam sam sam" or "maple lattes" in the liner notes is something she chose to do to let us in so that *we* would understand her emotions and diaristic writing and truth; the press picking her apart, excoriating her, and slut shaming her was out of her control and would've happened *without* her giving us clues anyway - and might've even made it worse because at least fans inherently knew what her stories meant to her along the way (she rightfully stopped leaving the secret messages because her music has even further clarity now, she doesn't need them, and yet look at the mess of discourse with people not recognizing the simplest things and most obvious allusions and connections on midnights...). beyond this, she was constantly having to behave and hold her tongue, and don't talk about politics or opinions, and be a good role model and a good girl and don't grow up. as she said at her commencement speech: I was a teenager in the public eye at a time when our society was absolutely obsessed with the idea of having perfect young female role models. It felt like every interview I did included slight barbs by the interviewer about me one day ‘running off the rails.’ That meant a different thing to every person who said it to me. So I became a young adult while being fed the message that if I didn’t make any mistakes, all the children of America would grow up to be perfect angels. However, if I did slip up, the entire earth would fall off its axis and it would be entirely my fault and I would go to pop star jail forever and ever. It was all centered around the idea that mistakes equal failure and ultimately, the loss of any chance at a happy or rewarding life. 

her publicist at that point was not conducive to her growth as an artist or a woman. the secret messages were one of the few means she had of revealing things to us that we'd recognize without saying or giving away too much. i don't personally think it's a bad thing she enjoyed or had fun with them either. she liked letting us in! it was only the extreme depth of the hatred and trauma in 2015-16 that forced her to pivot, and then finding a partner in joe who she desperately wanted to hold onto and a relationship she wanted to protect apart from the noise and apart from the "nasty world that just wants to ruin things." we can't blame a young woman in her teens and twenties for wanting a way to connect with her listeners and openly share her experiences in whatever way she could. she also does have a petty streak and justifiable anger. the pettiness typically comes out in biting humor (the joe j doll was ironically hilarious, ibytam says everything it needs to say and allows her that space to make fun of an ex after such depth of shattering heartbreak), and the anger as a raw nerve (mad woman, wcs), but jaime said the other day something along the lines of, if someone really dislikes her pettiness or her anger, then to some degree that's to dislike her in general because it's not engaging with the full scope of her person. she is uncommonly kind, giving, and sensitive, she is passionate and earnest and quirky, that doesn't mean she doesn't make mistakes, or isn't allowed her fury and hurt and bitterness. or that she shouldn't have ever made her stories clear, that was her choice! i also don't think she's wrong in saying she doesn't have to consider her exes' experiences when she's releasing her own work. it's hers.

the paternity test quote in itself is somewhat disingenuous and her leaning into the character of reputation - that was for the media more than anything. it's multilayered, but it's like thinking folklore/evermore are entirely fiction when they're very much a lot of truth and inspired by lived feelings, or like her saying bejeweled is about her coming back into more sparkly pop music again. that's not what the song in its original form is about, but you can add that layer to it. we can find new facets to her songwriting and meaning, make our own personal meanings, and see where she's addressing more than one experience. she's never really obfuscated anything. even with rep, at the secret sessions, she told fans and encouraged them to share that every love song on the record was about joe. she mentioned him during lover press, their daily life has thankfully been kept private, but their relationship isn't at all hidden. rep is not a mystery, it's kind of *why* she didn't need to explain it.

not directed at what you said since i know you're not blaming her, but in general it's strange to me that she gets such outsized criticism for this when you can pull up practically any famous artist and point directly to their experiences and important relationships and muses that informed their work. it would be like saying we can't read keats and think about his poems in relation to fanny brawne and his illness. or we can't recognize how wild it was for stevie nicks and lindsay buckingham to be writing songs about one another that they then had to perform together on stage. artists always pull from their personal lives and audiences always are curious what that inspiration might be, it's just the nature of art.

i don't believe that hearing the songs, understanding their full depth, and knowing what she experienced and what she's sharing, including that the knowledge behind them then gives songs a flesh and blood connection rather than being nameless and faceless, is at all a negative thing, i think it's humanizing and gives them their richness as they intertwine across her career and journey.

[bcneheaded]

hi hello I just wanted to pop in and mention that I've added something to my rules!! it's just something small and is NOT a big deal, but figured I ought to mention!

[the-smiling-doodler]

slams my head violently against the wall /neg

[tswkento]

whether he’s in the middle of a heated argument or being pissed at something out of his control, nanami won’t ever yell. he doesn’t see any point in it and he doesn’t enjoy the sound of his voice raising, so why would he.

arguments with you always end in a calm conversation even if initially you do yell, unable to keep it in yourself, and it’s okay because it’s a clear indication for nanami to stop whatever the hell was going on and show you that he was really trying to understand you, but was having a hard time.

and the only time kento is seen yelling is when you put yourself in danger.

it’s like he can’t control himself; the fear in him controls him, stepping on every single thing that’s sensitive and fragile, and kento’s mouth opens before he can think about his words properly. his trembling arms grip your shoulders and his usually impassive gaze is wide open in unfiltered terror as if he is trying to make you feel whatever he is feeling.

and the way you stare back at him; with your mouth slightly agape and a vaguely distant, almost foggy look in your eyes as you wheeze with every breath you take.

and he continues drilling you about how stupid your decision was, how you even dared to do something like that when he’s right there, how could you be so reckless — in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with slowly dissolving curse plasma and the faint sound of street ambiance being disrupted by his harsh voice.

he closes his mouth shut only when your weak voice joins his, a small, broken chirp as you start shaking in his hands, “‘m sorry, kento—”

the rage in him dissipates and he lets go of you, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on you making him step away in fear of hurting even more. he rubs his face roughly as he looks around with newfound wariness, noting his glasses and weapon laying on the concrete surface just like they were when he threw them away in order to get to you.

nanami turns back just in time with your knees giving out; able to catch you and hoist you up against his sturdy body as his worried gaze roams over your features, brain trying to muster up something good enough to calm down your disturbed mind.

your tearful eyes meet his and nanami lets out a shaky exhale as he blinks away the unwanted memories of people he’s let go of in the past decade.

“i apologise for my outburst, i just—” he swallows through the dryness in his mouth, hugging you closer to himself. “i can’t see you die. i wouldn’t be able to take it.”

[littlelamy]

random times when rafe wanted to please you

⭐️The First Time: It was a warm summer night, and the stars twinkled brightly over the Outer Banks. You and Rafe were at a bonfire, the sound of laughter and music echoing around you. As the night wore on and the crowd thinned, you found yourselves nestled together on a blanket, the heat of the fire illuminating his sharp features.

“Hey,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Can I show you something?”

Intrigued, you followed him a little ways away from the fire. Rafe pulled you into a secluded spot, his breath warm against your ear. “I want to taste you.”

Before you could process the words, he sank to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs. The excitement and anticipation shot through you as he leaned in, his mouth brushing against you. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, igniting something primal inside you. He teased you with his tongue, exploring with an eagerness that made you gasp. It was the first of many times, and you both knew it wouldn’t be the last.

⭐️After His Confession: It was a quiet night after a long day, the kind where you and Rafe were just lounging on the couch, a blanket thrown over your legs. The flickering light from the TV cast a warm glow around the room. Rafe turned to you, his gaze heavy with something unspoken.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, a seriousness in his tone.

“Of course,” you replied, curious.

“I think about your clit a lot. Like…a lot,” he admitted, his cheeks slightly flushed.

You could feel heat creeping up your own neck as he continued, “It drives me crazy how much I want to taste you.”

Without waiting for a response, he slipped down to the floor in front of you. His fingers grazed your thighs, and with a soft gasp, you let him pull you closer. He pressed his mouth against you, the need evident in every movement. The way he worshipped your clit made you forget everything else, lost in the pleasure he gave.

⭐️After a Fight: You and Rafe had a heated argument earlier that day. The tension between you was thick, lingering like an unwelcome fog. But as night fell, something shifted. Rafe, his frustration still evident, pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours.

“Damn it, I’m sorry,” he breathed between kisses, his hands moving down your body.

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he whispered, lowering himself to his knees once more.

With an urgency that took your breath away, Rafe dove into your core, his mouth working you like it was the only thing that mattered. Each flick of his tongue melted away the earlier tension, replacing it with an overwhelming need. He lost himself in you, sucking on your pussy as if he were trying to make up for every harsh word exchanged earlier.

⭐️After an Impromptu Swim: You had gone for a late-night swim, the ocean waves crashing around you. Rafe had followed you, a playful gleam in his eyes. As you splashed around, the thrill of the night led to a sudden, passionate kiss.

“Let’s take this back to my place,” he suggested, a smirk on his lips.

Once you were in his room, Rafe wasted no time. He pushed you onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire. “I can’t wait any longer,” he murmured, kneeling between your legs.

The way he savored you that night was unlike any other, his mouth sucking on your bud as if he were starved. You writhed beneath him, lost in the sensations as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy time and time again.

⭐️ The Morning: After a night filled with passion, you woke up wrapped in Rafe’s arms, sunlight streaming through the window. He stirred beside you, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Good morning,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Good morning,” you replied, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

As the morning sun bathed the room in golden light, Rafe’s hand slipped down your body. “I was thinking…” he trailed off, a teasing smirk forming on his lips.

“Thinking about what?” you asked, your heart racing.

“About making you feel good,” he said, his voice low and sultry.

With that, he moved down your body, his mouth finding your clit. The gentle morning light made everything feel dreamlike as he worked you with a slow, deliberate intensity, drawing out every moment of pleasure. You couldn’t help but surrender to him, the world outside forgotten.

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[diejager]

Stepdad!König taking a call from your mother while she’s at work - and while he’s brutalizing your sweet pussy in your room, his hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your moans as he speaks to your mother over the phone like normal 😊

Phone cw: p in v, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, smut, rough sex, creampie, exhibitionism?, tell me if I missed any.

Your heart jumped out of you chest when his phone rang, you panicked, but König looked unbothered, reaching over to pick it up as he kept up his pace, driving his hips forward roughly and ruthlessly. He chuckled lowly, showing you the caller: your mother. Your breath hitched, teary eyes widening and mouth agape with drool rolling down the corner of your lips, you struggled against him, begging for him to ignore the call or to stop if he wanted to answer it.

“You can keep quiet, can’t you, Schatz?”

“No no- please-!”

His hand came down on your mouth, muffling your cries and whimpers, pleading for him to adhere to common sense. Despite your cries, he answered the phone, clicking on speaker - to antagonize you - and your mother’s voice rang out in the room. He greeted her with a normal hi, his tone calm even through the strenuous session, rocking into you, his thick girth and throbbing cock milking your cunt of the load he left this morning after she left.

“I’m sorry for calling so suddenly, hun,” she sounded tired, spending the day working until 7pm.

“It’s okay,” König hummed, placing the phone down beside your head, beside your covered mouth and tear-streaked cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll be home later than usually,” she sighed, oblivious to your muffled whines. “I’m going to swing by that Italian place, do you want anything?”

Unlike your choked mewls and breathless keens, your stepdad was still, chest puffing up and pressing down on you, shifting your legs over his shoulders as he drove himself deeper. He was rough, thrusts hard and words degrading, cooing in your ear harsh, degrading names. Telling you what a slut you were for you stepdad, how you were a bitch for whoring around him and Horangi in skimpy shorts and baggy shirts, and how your sweet pussy was so wet and loud for him.

“Could you ask (Name) about supper?”

“Give me a second, ja?”

He flashed you a mean grin, putting the call on mute for better acting, playing the scene of him walking towards your room or where ever you were. His hand moved down to your neck, giving you a hard grip and holding you down, folding you in half, knees bent to your shoulders and feet jerking over his head. Seeming satisfied with his manhandling, the wet slaps of his hips hitting your thighs louder and the head of his cock ramming your spongy cervix, he picked up the phone, unmuting it and pressing it to your ear.

“Dear?”

“H-hi mom-” you gasped, the heavy curve of his cock and the bulging veins rubbing your back wall, you spasmed around him, teeth biting down on your lower lip to stop the moan that threatened to slip.

“You remember that Italian place we went last week?”

“Ye-ah-yeah.”

She paused, her silence ringing louder than every slap that made your stomach bulge. You feared that she heard your slip up, the high-pitched mewl and pants you let out; you feared that crooked grin on his scarred lips and that proud and scheming gleam in his eyes. He changed his fast and rough pace for a deep and precise one, repeatedly aiming for that spot that made your eyes roll and back arch, finger thumbing your engorged clit.

“Are you okay?” You hated the worried tone mixed with that exhaustion, it picked at your heart.

“Yes-!” It came out harsher than you intended, pearly tears slipping from your squinted eyes.

König’s manhandling and pointed hits made your walls clench around him, the coil in your navel tightening to a delirious amount, making your head spin and mind dumb.

“Okay… Do you want anything for tonight?”

“Ro-rosé, please.”

“All right, I’ll see you tonight then.”

Any later and she would have heard you scream your mind off, you let moans roll off your tongue without restraint, nails digging into his back and back arched upward. He lowered your legs to his elbows, opening your legs to watch you come, your cunt swallowing him to the base, pumping in and then back out with a white ring around is cock from your shared pleasure. He made a sound of satisfaction, hands wandering down to grip your hips, riding out his pleasure leisurely and yours a fiery white blaze that burned through your body.

“You heard her, ja? Looks like we have more time to play.”

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[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Pairing: Alastor x fem! reader

Background: reader is Lilith and Lucifers oldest, and resembles Lilith more. Lucifer has a hard time bonding with her because of this, and Alastor decides to step in.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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"DAD'S COMING?!"

(Y/N) Morningstar, firstborn daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, was currently having a breakdown over the fact that her father was on his way to the hotel.

She'd have no issue leaving, of course, but Charlie tricked her dear old sister into staying by saying she needed help with the hotel. . .and told her their dad was coming when he was two minutes away.

It's not like she didn't miss him, but things became different once their mother disappeared. Lucifer threw himself into his ideas, and (Y/N) tried maintaining their relationship but he couldn't even stand the look of her.

"I'm sorry! But I thought maybe you guys could talk while he's here?" Charlie suggested with a gulp, twiddling her fingers.

"I'm done trying with dad. If he wants to talk, he can come to me," (Y/N) crossed her arms, firm on her stance.

"I never thought I'd meet someone with worse daddy issues, but here you are, cher," Alastor, with his famous grin, looked down at the Princess of Hell. She huffed, not in the mood for his side comments.

"Alastor, please-"

"He's here!"

"-please fucking hide me!" She ran behind him, despite the mass amount of blonde hair making it obvious.

He chuckled.

Honestly, since meeting the eldest Morningstar, Alastor deemed himself her Protector. Not that the girl wasn't capable or needed him persay, but he cared for her. Being on the aroace spectrum, he wasn't plagued by a selfish desire to fuck her, but it was a sweet concern that slowly turned into a need to be near her.

A need to make her his.

"Hopefully he doesn't-"

"Pumpkin?"

"Fuck," (Y/N) silently cursed under her breath before Alastor stepped aside.

"Hey dad," Lucifer felt a pang in his sinister heart at her tone. She sounded uncomfortable and wouldn't even look at him, but he also remembered that he couldn't look at her at times.

It reminded him of happier times.

Times he didn't want to be reminded of anymore.

"So how've you been? Heard you've got a fancy job now. Probably making loads of money, huh?" He chuckled nervously.

"Dad, it's my company. I made it."

And he couldn't even remember that she did that?

Any dad would remember that his child created her own business.

"Ouch."

"And it's got a fucking duck on the logo. God, dad," She rose her voice, "you can't even remember that?"

"I've been busy, pumpkin-"

"Too busy to call? Too busy to even fucking call?!"

Charlie flinched at the harshness in her voice. She's always been a firecracker but she's never seen her so angry.

"I'm not fighting with you, (Y/N)," Lucifer stepped towards her, "why do you insist on fighting? Especially when I'm here for Charlie."

"Oh, you're here for Charlie?" Her horns started to come up through her skin, rolling back like a rams.

Just like her mom.

"I'm not making this about me. I just wish you'd make the effort instead of it having to be me," She missed who he was.

And during this, Alastor could see the pain on her face. She was furious, and rightfully so.

But he let her fight her own battles.

"I'm sorry that I look like mom. Is that what you want me to say?!"

"Yes!"

He didn't mean it. Of fucking course he didn't mean it, but it slipped out.

"Dad! That's enough!" Charlie ran to her, seeing tears well up in her sisters eyes. "How could you say that?"

"Pumpkin, I-"

"Don't," She sniffled, holding Charlie close, "don't come near me."

But he didn't listen.

He hated being the fact that his little girl was crying because of him.

"I think you've come far enough," Alastor spoke, getting infront of Charlie and (Y/N). He is excellent at saving face, so his pure unadulterated rage was hidden beneath his smile.

She hiccuped behind him, sobbing into Charlie's shoulder.

"Don't make me move you," Lucifer glared.

"And don't make me fucking kill you for hurting what's mine."

His voice turned more static-like than before, his eyes a burning red and his horns outstretched. He was a fucking shield for his Princess, and not even the King of Hell could get through. Lucifer recognized this and humbly backed away, retreating with his tail between his legs.

_ _ ☆ _ _

(Y/N) spent the next hour crying in her room. Over the years, she had started to hate herself for looking like her mom, and Lucifers' confirmation only reaffirmed it.

"Need anything else?" Charlie asked her. Although her sister wasn't searching for redemption, she had her own personal room in the hotel.

"Can you get Alasto-?"

A knock sounded at the door.

"Was he there the whole time?" She sniffled, and a muffled "maybe" came through the door.

Her bed was surrounded by napkins that she quickly placed on her bedside as Charlie allowed Alastor inside.

Alone.

The two of them.

Might as well just throw them condoms and say get to it, is what (Y/N) was thinking. She's known about her crush on The Radio Demon for a few months now, having a fantasy dream here and there, but wasn't much of an active person herself.

"Thank you. I know he tried to fix it, but I couldn't stand to look at him," Her puffy eyes made Alastors eye twitch, still a small spout of anger for her father.

"Of course, my dear," He sat himself next to her on the bed.

"Because your father, although the King of Hell, is a fucking coward", is what he wanted to say but kept those words for himself.

"Did you mean it? That I'm yours?" She asked, her hand inching closer to his.

"I never say anything I don't mean, cher," He grabbed her hand, kissed it, and made the she-demon gasp.

"I thought you hated touch."

He chuckled, "Oh, I do, but not if it's you. Your skin is warm, and it brings me comfort. You bring me comfort."

"You'd have me, even if I want to be glued to your side? Even having petty fights with my dad?"

"Darling, I'd wear your skin if you asked."

"Oh, how romantic," She blushed before both his hands came up to her face, bringing her into a needy kiss. With her, he needed to feel her.

Someday, even all of her.

"And I'd eat demons with you," She whispered against his lips.

"Oh my heart may burst, my dear."

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[thefrogsennaneverfound]

He doesn’t look like a dickhead but he kinda sounds like one. Unfortunately, every middle class person who adopts a fake working class London accent is gonna sound like a dickhead unless they learn (and I’ve never met one who has) to stop closing their vowels whenever they pronounce a word with an ‘o’ sound in it. Please stop; privileged white boys trying to sound “street” just sound like… well… dickheads.🤷

mans was not happy 😭