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[toramirr]

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[wowthosearebigears]

I have composed a song in honor of my elven blorbo High King Gil Galad, to be sung to the tune of Dean Martin’s “That’s Amore”.

Please add verses in the notes if they come to you, with your help I can make this the longest most repetitive song anyone has ever had the misfortune of hearing.

“In Middle Earth, after the wars, the Noldorin were in good hands…

If he became High King when he was just a teen, that’s Gil Galad

If he rules the Noldor longer than all before, that’s Gil Galad

If he sees through your bluff but lets you take his stuff, that’s Gil Galad

If he tragically sings but then gets a cool ring, that’s Gil Galad

If he threatens to store you in the Ettenmoor, that’s Gil Galad

If he’s built like a house and does nothing but grouse, that’s Gil Galad

If his outfits are rad but we don’t know his dad, that’s Gil Galad

If his shoulders are swole and he skewers a troll, that’s Gil Galad

If the dwarves get onside and his eyes get real wide, that’s Gil Galad

If his armor is slay but his hair’s going gray, that’s Gil Galad

If he helps save your life though you’ve caused him much strife, that’s Gil Galad

If he’s getting visions of how his story ends, that’s Gil Galad…”

And so on and so forth. Have fun!

[dizzisekai]

Stray Cat Brigade

haruka- leader

shiho- composer

akito- lyricist

mizuki- mv editor

everyone in stray cat brigade had some negative experiences with music. haruka has trauma due to abuse from the idol industry. shiho ruined relationships because she was "too persistent." akito learned that nagi died not long after rad weekend. mizuki had many mvs she hid because of bullying. haruka went to visit an at weekend cafe but was distracted by a street performance. his stage presence was impressive and his flow was phenomenal. it was akito shinonome. despite the situation he still loved to rap. it was all he had.

haruka frequently visited vivid street to see him perform. one day he called for someone to join him. he picked haruka. he passed the mic not expecting anything. she couldnt move or speak. she was ghostly pale from the pressure and she fainted. it was then akito realized this wasnt some girl. this was an ex-idol he watched as a kid sometimes. normally hed find stage fright weak, but this was someone who once loved the stage. something must have happened. he said nothing neither said anything when she woke up but they had many thoughts.

they didnt see each other for a while. akito took a break from performing and haruka researched street music. they see each other again at a live house and explain everything. theyre a duo now. suddenly a familiar face appears on stage; a gray haired bassist standing in for a band. the two were left in awe by her performance. shiho didnt expect haruka to get into music again let alone street music. she wanted to join but was shackled by guilt. she changed her mind once shizuku and the vocaloids tell her shes not a burden.

akito never knew mizuki outside what an says about her. she liked fashion she was passionate and she made music videos. that last fact stuck with him. it would be nice to have videos with their songs. mizuki refused to join because she didnt want to be on stage. its not like she thought her voice was bad but the crowd would know her open secret just like her school. she realized that joining was the best decision she had.

[agitateandeducate]

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[seat-safety-switch]

Great civilizations made their houses out of the things they had lying around. Clay for bricks. Snow for igloos. Glass for nudist colonies. With all the microplastics floating throughout the ether, why can't I make a house out of Bondo®?

Bondo has a lot of benefits: for one, it's easy to sculpt. It provides some decent insulative qualities. Animals can't peck holes in it and live inside, unlike my friend Sylvester Raccoon, who it turns out is actually a kind of wood-pecking bird. You can paint over it in any colour you like. Tools are widely available to sculpt it And, unlike the cars we use it on, it won't rust. In fact, there's really no reason we shouldn't be using it for all of our homes. I'm sort of a futurist, in my rad kind of bluey-white polyester resin home.

Of course, there is the cost issue. Buying just a little can of the stuff will now set you back approximately the GDP of New Mexico (Old Mexico is still somewhat more profitable.) I didn't let this stop me, though, and I knew that the local auto body shop would chuck it into the dumpster out back only a few weeks after its expiry date had passed. I also knew that zapping said Bondo in the microwave for a few minutes would make it pliable again. Sure, doing so also totals the microwave, but that's why Best Buy has a return policy.

Ultimately, the only real downside to the whole thing is the smell. Even when top-coated with the finest Rustoleum Shitbox Gray that I could find at the hardware store, a really hot day will make it smell like I just repaired some rust. And that makes me feel guilty about not having used all this body filler on any number of my sad, hole-filled cars. They can wait until I'm living in them, I figure, which might be any day now, if Sylvester finds his way to shorting out the breaker panel again.

[vdragon-creations]

TMayNT Day 18: Human Version of The Turtles

Day 18 of @tmaynt Prompt: Human version of the turtles!

So these took a bit longer then i expected to, but most of that was due to trying to get the skin colors right! A lot of folks head canon the turtles as POC's, mostly in reference to RISE and MM. But I could really see that in about all of them honestly. So I hope this looks good!

(Side Note: Am whiter then sour cream guys, with the most color I have in my fam is Cherokee native on my sperm donor side. I'm using this as practice for more skin colors. Any tips and critique you might have would be nice.)

But, with that out of the way, I wanna talk a little about my thought process with these designs! I wanted to go with them being mixed race, mostly Asian with either a dash of African American or even Latino in there. And I was trying to lean more on the 2003 TMNT as my main inspiration for these guys! As well as a few headcanons younger me had when I was younger about what they would look like! So let's get into each one!

Leo: I knew that with him, I still wanted to give him a more obvious "Ninja" look to him! Especially since, they're humans in this AU and not Turtles, I don't think Splinter would be HAVING to teach his sons martial arts as they wouldn't really NEED to defend themselves. Still tho, seeing how much of a father's boy Leo is, I could see him wanting to learn from him anyway. Just out of principle. He's got dark bluish gray eyes, and keeps his long hair in a ponytail! I complete his look with a scar along his shoulder and cheek. (Perhaps a childhood accident. Rough housing too much with Raph.) I also sprinkle a few freckles on his shoulders too, cause...they cute! QvQ

Raph: Now, you know this kid is a little punk. He's defiantly the rebel of the family! I knew I wanted to give him a ripped vest from the beginning, and I added a scar on his face as well. (Probably from the same rough housing with Leo, idk.) Also, you will never convince me that this boy doesn't have a piercing, or maybe a tattoo somewhere hidden. (Splinter would kill him if he ever saw it, after all he nearly did after the piecing and died hair.) But, despite all the roughness, he's topped off with pretty green eyes, freckles, and a tiny little beauty mark right on his jaw.

Donnie: Oh my baby boy! He's defiantly the most plain looking out of his brothers. Plain purple sweater and glasses, he doesn't scream outrageous like Mikey! And why should he? He's too busy with building things in his spare time to give a shit about looks! Shown by the oil stains on his shirt, really messy hair he keeps in a low ponytail, and eyebags so big that if it weren't for his (Admittedly) pretty golden eyes, you'd think he only had dark sockets on his face. And of course, cute nerdy freckles pepper his face! (Cause I'm predictable!)

Mikey: By far the most colorful (and obvious) out of his brothers! Splinter wasn't too happy when he and Raph both decided to dye their hair and get piercings, but it sure didn't stop them! Mikey really wanted to embody the "Surfer Dude" look, and he sure pulled it off! Long Blonde hair? Check! Shark Tooth Neckless? Check! Rad Shades? Double Check! (Rarely actually worn tho, gotta make sure the Dudes & Dudettes see those beautiful bright blue eyes!) He also started carrying around a set of headphones that Donnie made personally for him!

Maybe I'll revisit these guys at a later date, cause I do really dig the designs! And I think they would make they're own neat little AU! (I may even toss my OC Sasha in there some day! Been wanting to make a few human versions of her anyway. Hell, in some versions she was a human starting out anyway. So tis very needed!)

[amor-immortalem]

A Shocking Twist

Summary: in which, someone who was thought to be dead and gone suddenly walks through Arella’s front door.

a/n: I came up with this plotline like 2 years ago but never really had the time to sit down and write it… I’m just glad I’m actually getting around to it now.

“Mum, I got those boxes you wanted.”

“Thanks, Azalea. Just set it on my desk for now.” Arella looks up from the email she’d been writing just moments ago.

For the past two weeks, the human and her daughter had been staying in the human world on a girls’ trip while RAD was out on summer holidays. Today, the pair were going through the house and clearing out all the junk in preparation for Arella to sell her childhood home.

“This is nice and all but why now all of a sudden sell your childhood home?” Azalea asks seemingly out of the blue. “I thought it’d just become one of those ancestral properties and you’d just leave it to me or my brothers when ya kicked the bucket.”

“I could do that,” Arella hums, “but I figured it might be worth more to sell it and just buy a more modern place in one of the boroughs of London. To be honest, the property it’s placed on is beautiful, but I’ve always hated that it was so isolated from everything.”

“Huh… well anyway, since you’re gettin’ rid of all this shit in here, can I look through it and keep whatever I want?” Not waiting for her mother answer, the half-demon starts rummaging through the boxes she’d just set down.

“I suppose telling you ‘no’ would be too little too late now,” The human chuckles, “but sure, keep whatever you like. Think of it as your reward for helping me.”

“Sweet.” As Azalea is digging through the boxes, the front door can be head swinging open- something that catches both her and Arella’s attention.

“It’s probably just the realtor come to do an appraisal.” The human replies when her daughter shoots her a concerned look. “You can join us once you get bored.”

“I ain’t never heard of a realtor that just walks into someone’s house without knockin’ though.” The white-and black-haired girl scoffs as she and her mother head downstairs to greet the mystery visitor.

When they reach the ground floor however, they find a man just standing awkwardly looking at some of the pictures that lined the entry wall.

He was tall, well over six foot, with a tan complexion. The man’s hair, clearly once as back as the feathers of a raven, was now streak with gray and while he wasn’t looking directly at them just yet, it was difficult to miss his striking green eyes and the constellation of freckles that lined his cheeks.

To the average on looker, he looked no different than just some guy you’d pass by on the street- so plain one would almost never remember his face if asked to recall him but to Arella he almost looked like…

No… she shakes the thought away before it can even take hold in her mind. that man passed away many years ago.

“Can I help you?” The human’s voice comes out timider than she’d be pleased to admit.

The man turns his head at the sound of her voice and the way his eyes light up when they fall upon her makes both her and her daughter uncomfortable.

“‘Relly…” his voice is so soft, smile so warm that it freezes Arella in her place. Only one person had ever called her by that nickname.

A trick…? Emerald eyes search the face of the man in front of her for any imperfection that might confirm the thoughts in her mind. A transformation spell? Reanimation? No, I don’t sense any foreign magic here… Could it really be?

“Dad?” Tear prick at the corners of her eyes.

“Yeah. It’s-” He takes a step forward but stops when Azalea puts herself between him and her mother.

“Look, man, I don’t know who ya are, and I don’t really care at this point but if you take so much as another step towards my mother, I’ll rend ya to shreds and feed ya to the worms.” The growl in the half-demon’s voice makes her words not so much a threat but rather a promise.

“I mean no harm.” He puts his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. “My name is Trevor- Trevor Thompson. I’m your-”

“Get out.” The interjection of Arella’s seething voice catches them both off guard.

“‘Rell-”

“No!” She shouts. “I don’t know who you are or what kind of sick joke you think this is, but Trevor Thompson has been dead for decades!”

“Please,” the man calling himself Arella’s father tries to explain, “just give me a chance to-”

“Hey Bozo, you did hear ‘er, right?” Azalea asks as she cracks her knuckles, ready for a fight if it comes down to it. “She said beat it. Now you can either listen or I toss ya out myself. Pick yer poison.”

With a defeated sigh, the man rummages around in the pocket of his trench coat and produces a business card. Setting it on the small table next to him, he gives Arella on last mournful look- one she meets with a glare.

“I’ll go. I just… wanted to see my little girl again. I know this is a lot to take in at the moment but if you change your mind, my contact information is on the back of this card. There’s so much I want to discuss with you.”

With that, he takes his leave the way he’d come in. As the front door closes behind him, Arella lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in.

The sight of her mother’s state only makes Azalea frown, having never really been good at cheering others up, she figures that maybe a sarcastic comment might lift the mood. “So much for a nice peaceful girls’ trip, huh?”

・・・〆・・・

Sitting on her bed, Arella holds her head in her hands. Getting so worked up has left the human with a migraine that just would not let up.

“Hey Mum?” Azalea whispers, poking her head through the doorway. “I’m gonna make dinner. Do you want anything special?”

“No… I’m quite fine, sweetheart. Thank you though. And please be careful with the knives if you’re using any- I don’t want you nearly slicing your thumb off again.”

“Will do.” She disappears back down to the kitchen.

With a sigh, Arella digs out her DDD, thinking about calling one of her partners just to vent about this. And she almost does until her husband’s name pops up on her screen.

“Hey,” she starts, “perfect timing. I was just about to call you.”

“Yeah, a little birdy told me I should probably check up on ya.” Mammon replies. “So, what’s up? You doin’ alright?”

“Not really if I’m being honest.” Arella sighs. “A dead man walked into my house today and I don’t know what to think about it…”

“Ooooh yikes… like a literal zombie or are you sayin’ that as like a figure of speech?”

“I meant it as a figure of speech, love. The undead didn’t actually walk into the house… anyway, he left his business card with me with his contact information. Said if I change my mind to reach out but… I don’t know, Mammon. What should I do?”

“Who even is this mystery man anyway, Babe?” The demon asks inquisitively.

“My dad…”

“…Really?”

“Yeah, really.” She sighs as lays back on the bed. “That’s why I asked what I should do. Should I call him? Should I just ignore this and pretend it never happened? He’s been alive all this time, yet he never bothered to show back up until now. He’s got to want something, right? And why would he fake his own death to begin with? Wouldn’t it have been enough just to ask my mother for a divorce and call it a day? I don’t get it.”

“I’d hear the guy out if I was you.” Mammon replies, “I mean what could it possibly hurt? Maybe askin’ for a divorce was outta the question, or maybe he saw some shit ‘n had to go into witness protection. You’re never gonna know unless you talk to him ‘n find out.”

“I know… I know… but…” Arella groans in frustration, “things would have been much better if he would have just stayed away.”

“Hey, listen, whatever you choose to do will work out in the end.” There was a loud crash on Mammon’s end of the line and Arella can hear the demon scold Cyrus and Aurelius about roughhousing in the house even as he does his best to muffle the phone in his shirt. “Sorry, Treasure, I gotta go deal with whatever the hell that was. Love ya and I’ll see ya soon.”

“Love you too,” the human smiles, shaking her head as the line disconnects. “Never a dull moment at home.”

・・・〆・・・

To be continued…

[la-belle-laide]

IT FINALLY HAPPENED! Y'all, you can now pre-order my first book! It's called Carnelian, it's being published by Inked In Gray press, and it ships on Sept 23rd. There is some really RAD MERCH along with the pre-order if you get the whole package, like goth-style notebooks, stickers, etc. And more to come!

When Jesse Westchurch finds out he’s dying, the last thing he expects is his old college roommate, Lucy Callahan, to climb through the second-story window of his quaint Long Island house and turn him into a vampire.

Millennial vampires are killing the killing industry by refusing to sacrifice humans, so Jesse doesn’t even have to drink blood. The ancient vampire government, Carnelian, offers distilled blood pills. But they come at a price: you work for them, you get your supply of pills. Sure, sometimes the work is dangerous, but they are sparing innocent lives.

The truth comes to light when Jesse figures out that Lucy and his sister, Ciceline, are Carnelian’s most skilled assassins, forced to pay off a century of debt for their blood pills.

When their latest hit on a murderous politician puts Jesse and his doting sister, Stella, in danger, their only refuge is an underground “blood club” run by Lucy’s found family, a group of hardcore Gen X vampires. Jesse has to find a way to expose Carnelian’s darkest secrets and obtain the pills they need to survive, or lose the family (both by blood and by choice) he has just finished putting back together.

[ikeromantic]

A Devilish Proposal

This is a commission posted with the permission of the lovely requestor. Lucifer proposes to OC Jenn, with all the romance and mishaps of any undertaking in the Devildom. Approx. 5K words. Fluff and light spice! Follows previous story: A Particular Encounter

Lucifer fiddled nervously with the tiny, velvet jewelry box. For perhaps the hundredth time, he opened it to check the ring inside. As it had every other time, the shadow diamond within gleamed, the facets catching whatever light struck the surface and then reflecting it back with a fey radiance. 

Within the stone, an inky darkness churned with unsettled shades, the hues changing and shifting so that the color of the jewel was never certain. The gray of stormy skies, the blue of the deep ocean, the layered amethyst tones of a sunset . . . it was the Eye of the Abyss, and there was no other gem quite like it. 

Would Jenn like it, he wondered. It wasn’t anything like a human world diamond. So few things in the Devildom were a match to the mortal realm. But this place was his home and, he hoped, hers too, despite the differences. He wanted her to love this place as much as she loved home. The ring represented that melding of worlds. A Devildom relic used for a mortal custom. 

She had to say yes. Any other answer left him . . . no, there was no other reply she could give. 

He snapped the lid shut and tucked the box into his pocket. Such worries were not for him. The Avatar of Pride could not be insecure, or so he told himself as he left the safety of his rooms in the House of Lamentation.

Jenn was not in her room when he went to check. Her bed was a tangled mess of pillows and blankets. A stack of books lay next to it on the floor, a mix of novels from Satan’s collection, a handful of Levi’s manga, and yesterday’s homework. Lucifer hoped she hadn’t stayed up too late reading. His eyes landed on the photographs wedged into the frame of her vanity mirror. Her human brothers. The photo paper was worn from being handled, the edges gone a little round. 

Lucifer felt a smile at the corners of his lips, remembering Jenn’s stories about them. He studied their expressions in the pictures. There was something in those two mortal faces that reminded him of his own mischievous brothers. A hint of envy, a bit of greed, a touch of gluttony. Nothing he couldn’t handle, of course. 

He left her room and headed for the dining room next, where nearly everyone was gathered for breakfast. Jenn wasn’t there either, and more strangely, Beel was missing too. Beel never missed meal time. 

“I made waffles with poisonberry jam,” Asmo sang out as Lucifer walked in. 

“They’re mostly gone,” Belphie added, speaking around a forkful of said waffle. 

Lucifer wasn’t there for waffles. “Have you seen Jenn?” He scanned the table. “And where is Beel?”

“He hasn’t done anything.” Belphegor immediately jumped to his twin’s defense. 

“I didn’t say he had. I asked where he was.” Lucifer fixed his gaze on Belphie, knowing it would take only a moment or two for the Avatar of Sloth to give in. 

Mammon snickered, clearly relieved not to be in trouble this morning. 

“He and Jenn ate early and left already. I think they said they were going to spar.” It was Asmodeus that answered while Belphie just stared at his plate. 

“Excellent.” Lucifer turned to leave. 

“Why are you looking for Jenn,” Satan interrupted his exit with a question. He shot Lucifer a knowing grin. 

“That is none of your concern.” The Avatar of Pride paused. “Why?”

“No reason.” Satan shrugged. “Just call me curious.”

He gave his brothers a warning look before he left. Whatever they weren’t telling him would come clear, one way or another. It was always something. He supposed that was the cost of being the eldest. 

Lucifer stopped to listen as he got close to the RAD sparring room. He could hear laughter and the sounds of impact - thuds and grunts and the snap of skin to skin contact. There were no other voices, which did not come as a surprise. Few demons voluntarily came to RAD early.

From the doorway he could see Beel. His brother was grinning widely, hands held up in front of him, feet in a wide stance. Jenn flashed into view, her body spinning and moving in a graceful flow. She shifted from moving on her feet to her hands, her legs a blur as she lashed out at Beel in a feint.

Beel caught her foot and tried to lift her, but she used the momentum to keep moving past him. Her leg hooked around his neck, pulling him backward. Had Beel not been a demon - and more specifically, the very fit Avatar of Gluttony- he would have fallen. As it was, he just laughed and held on to her.

Lucifer was quiet as he watched them. Jenn was so beautiful, even now. Her skin glistened with a sheen of well-earned sweat. The messy bun of hair atop her head hung askew, strands escaping. With her arms bare, he could see a hint of the scar at her shoulder, and the edge of Mammon’s pact mark as well. 

Jenn noticed him before he announced his presence. Her eyes went wide and a faint blush touched her cheeks as if he’d caught her out in some embarrassing situation. “Luci! Good morning!”

Beel grinned. “Good morning!” He loosed his hold on Jenn and helped her to the floor. “Did you come to work out with us?”

“No.” Lucifer wanted to speak with Jenn alone, but she looked like she was having such a good time. His eyes met Jenn’s across the room. He didn’t need to say anything. 

She patted Beel’s arm. “I’ll be right back.”

“That’s fine. I wanted to do some push-ups anyway.” Beelzebub dropped down and began counting them out with masochistic glee. 

Jenn sauntered over and picked up a towel from the nearby rack. “What’s up?”

Lucifer studied her expression. Insouciance, a hint of challenge, a quiet joy that he’d come all the way over here to look for her. Adorable. He led her out to the hall and closed the door behind them. 

RAD was still empty, with another two hours to the first bell. The halls were dim and every sound echoed. Aside from Beel, there was no one else around. No one to hear them if he -

“You’re looking at me the way Beel looks at a cheeseburger.”

Lucifer arched an eyebrow. “You’d be opposed to me eating you?”

“Not literally, I hope!” She laughed. 

He felt a swell of pride that he’d brought that expression to her face. Lucifer grinned. “Well, not all of you. Not all at once.” A slight flush in her cheeks told him he’d scored a small victory in this verbal competition. 

Jenn tucked her hair back, pretending she wasn’t affected. “I assume you don’t plan on eating me at all right here and now. So . . . why were you looking for me?” A sudden worry drew her brows together. “Did something happen?”

“Nothing like that.” He touched her cheek, letting his fingers rest there lightly. “I am taking you out this afternoon. Be ready by four.”

“I don’t know. I promised Mammon I would help him study and Levi wants me to play some new game with him. He needs the co-op achievement. And I was supposed to get help from Satan on my curses class-”

Lucifer leaned closer, stopping her words with a possessive kiss. He pulled her tight against him, feeling the sweat slick of her skin against his clothes. It took a considerable amount of will to break the kiss a few moments later. “Four. I’ll see you then.”

He let go of her and hurried down the hall, hoping to hide how little control he had around her. She was intoxicating. Every touch only made him want more. His hand touched the slight bulge in his pocket where the ring box lay. Soon, he thought. 

The day passed in a blur of paperwork as he reviewed records, updated files, and all of the other minutiae that kept RAD running. His mind wasn’t on it no matter how hard he tried to keep focus. 

Barbatos noticed, of course, and kept looking at him with a small secretive smile. 

Diavolo knew something was going on, but if he knew what, he didn’t say. And he was always smiling so who could tell? 

When three rolled around, Lucifer slowly closed the file he was working on and tucked it away. He placed his pens in their holder and locked his desk drawer. 

“Packing up already?” Barbatos raised an eyebrow. “How unusual.”

“I told him he could take the afternoon off.” Diavolo didn’t look up from the papers he was reviewing. 

“It must be a very special occasion for you to take an afternoon off. I’m curious. It’s not a holiday or a birthday . . . hm.” Barb tapped his lips with a gloved fingertip.

Diavolo finally glanced up. “That’s right! It’s not.” He sounded surprised, as if he’d just realized it. 

Lucifer often felt these lapses were a mask. Diavolo perceived far more than he seemed to, and planned well enough that events often appeared to fall together just the way he intended even as he claimed ignorance. “Correct.” He picked up his jacket. “I will see you both tomorrow.”

“You can take tomorrow off too, if you want.” Diavolo grinned.

“Young Master, we may not want to offer him another day without reviewing our deadlines?” Barbatos gestured to the pile of disciplinary notices and administrative changes waiting for their action. 

Diavolo sighed. “I guess there’s no rest for the wicked.”

“Nor the weary,” Lucifer agreed with a tight smile. “So . . . I will see you both tomorrow.” He left, keeping his speed and posture in careful check. He wanted to race home. This unseemly eagerness sped his pulse and left a yearning in his low belly that was difficult to ignore. But ignore it he did. He was the Avatar of Pride and he ran for no one. 

He might have walked a little faster than normal. 

The House of Lamentation loomed above the other houses and shops that shared the street. Light from its windows spilled into the gloom of the Devildom. It looked brighter, more alive, than it had for millenia. All because of one new resident. Lucifer could not help the smile that crept onto his face as he thought of Jenn. He patted his pocket, feeling the little velvet box there. Soon, she would be a part of the Devildom forever.

As the front door swung open, he heard an ear-splitting shriek. A half second later, Levi bolted across the front entrance, a half-stitched swath of fabric fluttering in the air behind him. Asmodeus was close on his tail. 

“That was my new shirt!” Asmo’s shriek resolved into words as he burst into the hall. He didn’t see Lucifer at the entrance, and slammed into him. His arm caught Lucifer’s coat and jostled them both around. “Sorry,” Asmo yelped, and pelted after his brother as soon as he was untangled. 

Home, thought Lucifer. The sounds of their scuffle echoed through the house and something crashed against a wall. He’d punish them both later. A few hours hung upside down would do them both good. 

His room was as quiet as a grave when he shut the door behind him. Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief. He shrugged out of his coat and put the rest of his clothes in the laundry. He stepped into the shower, allowing himself a moment of relaxation under the hot water. Tonight would go perfectly. He had no reason to expect less. 

Over the sound of the water against the tile, he heard his door open. Lucifer didn’t even think about his transformation. One moment, he looked more or less human. The next, horns grew from his head and his wings sprouted from his back, making the shower suddenly too small for him. The hot water steamed from his skin and pearled from the tips of his feathers. A dangerous energy flowed from him, an aura imperceptible excepting the heavy sense of doom surrounding that filled the room. 

He opened the shower door and stepped out just as Jenn came into view. Her appraising gaze slid up his soap-slick body with slow appreciation. “Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “I thought I’d come down a little early.”

Lucifer gave her an admonishing look, despite a flush of pleasure at her expression. “You should knock first.”

“And give you time to put on a towel?” She laughed and took a step closer. 

“Are you planning to scrub my back?” He raised an eyebrow. Jenn was already fully dressed for their date, her long hair pulled back in a complex five-strand braid, subtle make-up on her face. 

She grinned. “I could! I wasn’t thinking so much about your back though. Which . . . is it alright? Your back?”

Lucifer gave her a knowing look. “I heal quickly.” He gestured toward his room. “Go and wait for me.”

Jenn didn’t obey, of course. Not so easily. She stepped closer instead. Close enough that the fabric of her night-blue dress nearly touched his wet skin. He could feel the whisper of it, as she leaned in to draw her finger across his collarbone. “Are you sure?”

For a heartbeat, he imagined pushing her back against the tiled shower wall, shoving the dress up past her hips and taking her. Driving deep while she clung to him, those sharp little nails furrowing his skin. He could almost feel her gasp against his mouth, the sounds of her pleasure muffled by his lips and questing tongue. 

She laughed softly as she saw the impact she had on him. Her fingers drew down his chest and over his abdomen. 

He stopped her before she went lower still. “Out.”

Jenn pouted. It made him want to kiss her more. “Fine. Spoilsport.”

Lucifer grabbed her hand before she could part, and lifted to his lips. He nipped the ends of her fingers and watched the way a shiver of pleasure ran through her at each sharp little bite. “Do not think you have escaped my attentions, Jenn. I will make you pay for this teasing. Later. At a time I choose.” The words had that heavy, charged feeling of magic, like a blessing or a curse.

She blushed, her body language clearly conflicted. What she wanted now versus the tension and pay off of waiting . . . this too was part of the game they played with each other. Drawing out the desire until they were filled with nothing but. “Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she said finally, her voice breathy.

Lucifer watched her saunter away and had serious second thoughts on his decision. But changing his mind would give her the victory. Instead he hurried - not that he would admit as much - to finish his shower and dress. 

When he entered his room, she was perched atop his black satin sheets, her skirt ruched up around her thighs. It was very tempting just then to call the date off completely. They could make love, and he would propose to her in the midst of their mutual devastation . . . romantic? Perhaps. Or not. Certainly not the date he planned, with a table reserved at Ristorante Six.

“Let’s go.” He picked up his coat and pulled it on, his hands immediately going to check his pocket. The familiar shape of the small velvet box was not there. He quickly patted the other pockets but it wasn’t in any of them. Lucifer knelt to see if the box had fallen out, perhaps rolled under the bed.

Jenn gaze him a quizzical look. “Did you drop something?”

“No.” There was nothing on the floor near his jacket, nor under the bed, or anywhere that he could see.

“Umm. Ok. So why are you on the floor?”

Lucifer knew he had the ring when he returned from RAD. It was there just before he came in and - “Asmo!”

“You’re on the floor because of Asmo?”

Lucifer stood and held out his hand. “Come. I need to look at the entry hall.”

“Oh! Is this about Levi stealing Asmo’s new shirt?” She hopped off the bed and took his hand. 

“Is that what happened?”

Jenn nodded. “Sort of. Levi assumed the Akuzon delivery was his, and I guess the shirt fabric is the same pattern as Ruri Chan’s dress in episode 237? Anyway, he decided to make a dress for his plushie Ruri Chan, only Asmo caught him halfway into the project.”

Lucifer sighed. “I should have guessed it was something like that. But no. I - dropped something in the entry when Asmodeus bumped into me. We will get it, and then we can go.”

“Alright.” Jenn smiled up at him. “So what are we looking for?”

“Hm.” Lucifer made a noncommittal sound. Describing the ring box would ruin the surprise. “You need not concern yourself. I will find it.”

He scoured the entry hall and the front step, but to no avail. A pit opened in his chest, a dark despair he had not felt in millenia. Had he lost it? The stone was irreplaceable. There were other shadow gems, to be sure, but none quite like this one. None that held the night sky in their depths, the abyss of stars that reminded him so of his beloved mortal. It was one of a kind. And it was gone. 

Jenn watched him search, a concerned look on her face. She didn’t know why he was unhappy, but she could sense it even through his carefully relaxed expression. 

“I need to talk to Asmodeus. I’ll be right back.” Lucifer turned to head up the steps. 

“Do I need to smack some sense into him for you?” Her ferocity was adorable, he thought. She knew as well as he how to handle his brothers, though her methods differed. The product of having her own rambunctious mortal family. 

Lucifer shook his head. “Not this time.” She followed him upstairs, a bundle of curiosity and concern. 

Asmodeus was right where Lucifer expected him. Sulking at his vanity, an array of lotions, oils, and cosmetics in front of him. 

“You ran into me.” Lucifer didn’t need to say much to get his brother’s attention. They knew him well enough that the threat was implicit. He was elder brother and father figure, and they loved and resented him accordingly. 

Asmo turned, his eyes wide and sad. “You can’t blame me for that! It was Levi’s fault. Look what he did to my new shirt!” He fished a jumble of cloth from the floor beside him. It might have been a shirt once. There was at least a bit of sleeve. The rest had been cut apart and stitched back together into a tiny sundress. 

“I’m not here about that.” Lucifer took a step closer. “When you hit me, did you notice anything?”

His brother looked confused. “Anything?”

“An object falling out of my pocket? Maybe you grabbed it before it fell.” He didn’t need to tell Asmodeus exactly what was lost. 

“An object?” Asmo wrinkled his nose.

“Yes,” Jenn replied before Lucifer could. “Something small enough to fit in his pocket and important enough to be mysterious. May or may not be magical. You remember anything like that?”

Asmo preened under Jenn’s gaze. “Well . . . no. I mean, I was really just angry with Levi. I didn’t notice much when I was chasing him. But maybe if you sat with me, it would help me think back through it.” He patted the spot next to him.

“Unnecessary.” Lucifer frowned at his brother. 

“Pffft. There you go again. Always hogging Jenn to yourself. You know, just because you’re the oldest, you don’t get dibs or something.” Asmo crossed his arms, lips pursed in a determined pout.

Jenn patted his shoulder. “We’ll do facials together tomorrow. Or if you like, we can do mani-pedis! Your toes are looking a little bland.”

“Bland?” Asmo squealed and lifted his foot. “This is not bland! This is Inferno! It’s the hottest shade this season.”

“Hmm. Well it just looks red to me. Pretty, but you know, the same color everyone else has right now . . .” Jenn shrugged. 

Lucifer took her arm. “Let’s go. There are a few other places I can check on the way to my room. It must be here somewhere.”

“Wait! Jenn! What about my toes? Are they really . . . boring?” Asmo was almost panicked now. 

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” she teased. 

Lucifer led her out and shut the door on his brother’s flailing. “At least he isn’t still complaining about the shirt.”

“Exactly.” Jenn grinned. 

“That was your objective?”

She shrugged. “He needed a distraction. Now he’ll be focused on hunting down exciting new nail colors and not obsessing about revenge or whinging about our date.”

“Nicely done.” Lucifer kissed her temple. 

Jenn nearly purred under his approval, so rarely spoken. 

The two of them walked slowly from the entrance hall toward Lucifer’s room. He kept his eye on the floor, checking for any glimpse of the tiny box. Lucifer was so focused on the task that he nearly ran into Belphegor. It was only Jenn tugging his arm that stopped him. 

Belphie and Satan stood together just a little ways down the hall from Lucifer’s room, whispering together. Likely planning a curse or ridiculous prank. Lucifer gave them a baleful glare.

Satan returned it with interest. “Aren’t you supposed to be out already? Or are you taking Jenn on a date inside the House of Lamentation?” His arched brow spoke volumes on what he thought of that.

Belphegor nodded. “Yeah. Thought you already left.”

“I would be, but it seems I’ve . . . misplaced something.” Lucifer hated admitting it. Especially to these two, who constantly challenged his authority. 

Jenn leaned forward, grinning widely. “We are going on a fancy date. After we find the mysterious missing object.”

Satan raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Lucifer grimaced. “I planned to be out by now. But I cannot leave until I find the . . . item.” 

Belphegor sighed tiredly. “I didn’t see anything. But . . .”

“But?” The Avatar of Pride suppressed his desire to pick Belphie up and shake the rest out of him.

“Come on Belphie.” Jenn nudged him.

“I don’t know. It’s probably not important.” Belphegor shrugged. 

Satan frowned. “We don’t even know what you’re looking for. How are we supposed to know if we saw it or not?”

“You’d know if you did.” Lucifer’s gaze was fixed on the Avatar of Sloth. “Now. Tell me what you know and I’ll forget that you skipped RAD for three days in a row to nap.”

“Busted,” Jenn whispered. 

“How did you-” Belphie caught himself. Another tired sigh and then he mumbled something unintelligible. 

“What was that?”

Belphegor gave him a look of pure malice. “I said. I saw Mammon smiling about something. He ran into his room and slammed the door. So maybe he found whatever you lost. I mean . . . what else does he have to look so happy about?”

Lucifer didn’t wait for Belphie to finish. He grabbed Jenn’s hand and made for Mammon’s room. 

At his brother’s door, he paused. The last thing he wanted was to reveal the ring. Proposing in the midst of Mammon’s trash would not be . . . ideal. “Wait here.”

Jenn gave him a confused look. “Why?”

“Because I asked you to.”

“Well. Technically you told me to. But fine.”

He gave her a quick kiss and then ducked into Mammon’s room. The door shut behind him. 

“Lucifer!” Mammon jumped as he spun around to face his elder brother. “Hey! What - what are you doing in my room?” His hands were tucked behind his back.

He took a step forward. “I misplaced something precious to me. I was wondering if you might have seen it.”

His brother paled. “Uh. No. I didn’t see any ring.”

Lucifer smiled thinly. “I didn’t say it was a ring.”

Mammon winced. “Ah, are you sure? I think you did.”

“I did not.” Lucifer took another step closer.

“Oh.” Mammon took a step back.

“If I find the ring in my hand by the time I count to three, I will forget that you took something that wasn’t yours to sell.” He held out his hand. 

“How do I even know it was yours, huh? I mean, I just found a box on the floor! It didn’t have your name on it. Finders keepers!” Mammon’s eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape.

“One.”

A shudder ran through Mammon’s body. “I wasn’t gonna sell it! When I saw it . . . I wanted to give it to - to somebody.”

“Two.”

“Come on! It was just laying there. Can’t you just get another one? I mean, what are you even gonna do with it?”

“That is none of your concern. Three.” Lucifer reached for his brother, but Mammon was fast. He ducked out of the way and ran for the door. 

“Haha! Yeah! You might be older but that just makes you slower!” He threw open the door but Jenn was waiting out there. 

She had no idea why Mammon was running, but she wasn’t going to let him pass. Jenn swept his legs out from under him and gave him a light push. She was kinder about the landing though, catching his arm on the way down to soften the impact. “So what did he do this time, hm?”

“Nothing! I didn’t do anything at all! Lucifer just came in and started yelling at me!” Mammon tried to sit up, but Jenn was having none of it. 

“You know, my brothers used to say the same thing when I caught them trying to sneak out after bedtime.” Jenn grinned at him. 

Lucifer crouched down and held his hand out again. 

Mammon sighed, his shoulders falling in surrender. “Fine. Here ya go.” He dropped the box into his brother’s hand. “Can I get up now?”

Luci gave Jenn a nod and she let go of Mammon. She wasn’t doing much to hold him now anyway. Her eyes were on the box. Lucifer knew she wasn’t stupid. It was obviously a jewelry box, too small to be a necklace or a bracelet. Still, he tucked it away without saying anything about it. “Let’s go.” 

She gave him a quizzical smile. “Curiouser and curiouser.” Jenn followed him out. 

They walked in silence, leaving the House of Lamentation behind. Lucifer realized it was too late to make their reservations. It figured that his brothers would find a way to ruin the night. But he wasn’t going to lose. He was too proud to give up, especially now that he had Jenn all to himself. “Are you alright going to Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Yeah. That actually sounds great. I know Ristorante has better food, but sometimes you just want a Hellfire Curry, you know?” She snaked her arm through his and leaned against him. 

Lucifer luxuriated in the feel of her for a moment, just enjoying the closeness and the quiet. “Mmm. Yes, that does sound good.” 

She bumped against his hip lightly. “So . . . is tonight a special occasion? It’s not an anniversary. Or my birthday.” 

“It isn’t. But it is a very special night.”

“Why is that, hm?” 

“Patience.” He smiled down at her. 

She pretended a pout, but the glimmer in her eyes told him she was enjoying the mystery.

The restaurant wasn’t very busy and they were able to get a good table with a view of the city street. Lucifer listened to Jenn recount her day, the frustration with curses and her improvements in alchemy. He loved listening to her. It wasn’t just her voice either. It was the excitement in her, the joy with which she approached everything. As if the day to day life in the Devildom were a grand adventure.

“Do you ever miss home? The mortal realm,” Lucifer asked when she fell silent. 

Jenn’s smile faded a little. “I do. I miss my brothers. My friends. But -” she took a breath, “I know I can always go back if I want to. And I really love being here. I love living in the House of Lamentation and going to RAD. I love you.” 

A warmth lit Lucifer’s heart. It was so different from the raw lust he felt for her, the possessiveness, the pride of having her choose him. It was more gentle, harkening to a time before but still very much a part of the demon he was now. As if those two opposite pieces of his life melded at her touch. “I know you do. But I want to make sure you continue to be happy here.”

“Well. I am.” She smiled brightly again. 

They finished dinner and Lucifer ordered a slice of Hell cheesecake to share. He lifted the first forkful and held it up for her to take a bite. 

“You’ve got to be joking. I can feed myself.” 

“Of course you can. But this is a date. Or are you saying you won’t let me do this? After everything you have let me do?” The depths of his eyes sparkled with mischief. 

Jenn giggled. “Oh fine. As long as no one is looking.”

“If anyone does, I’ll destroy them.” 

“You know, I’m never sure if you’re joking when you say that.” She opened her mouth to let him feed her. 

“Neither am I,” he admitted, leaning forward and sliding the fork between her lips. He watched the sensual way she closed her mouth around it, the pure pleasure of something sweet on her tongue. She was so beautiful when she was enjoying herself.

She took the fork from his hand. “Your turn.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“It’s only fair. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“I can deny you nothing.” He parted his lips with an expectant look. 

Jenn blushed as she gently pushed a bit of cheesecake into his mouth. “Wow. I didn’t think you really would.”

“If you ask it of me and it is in my power, I will give it.” He took her hand and kissed it. 

“I’ll have to think of something really good then.” She laughed, though her gaze was serious. “You know I would do the same for you.”

“You already told me you love me,” Lucifer smiled back at her. 

They left the restaurant, and he took her the long way home. The path that led up the hill where the park sat in eternal twilight. Night-roses and fire blossoms spread their petals under the twinkling stars. A blood-red crescent moon peeked over the distant horizon. Delicate skeletal moths flitted through the air beneath the gaze of more dangerous things that hunted in the Devildom skies. 

“It’s a really nice night.” Jenn squeezed his hand. 

Lucifer nodded but his gaze wasn’t on the park or the night sky. He was watching the most lovely bloom of all. For a moment, he felt as if all the air was knocked out of him. His chest constricted, tight and unyielding, as he sank down onto one knee. 

Jenn’s eyes went wide, her lips parted with a surprised breath. 

“I want you by my side. You will marry me.” He slipped the tiny velvet box from his pocket and opened the lid. The Eye of the Abyss glowed with its own soft light, the stars inside moving in an arcane dance as old as time itself. 

“I . . . are you . . .” She seemed at a loss for words. 

“Yes. That is the only response I will accept.” The words were bold but his heart clenched and thudded against his ribcage.

“Yes. Oh. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! YES. I - I never imagined you - I mean marriage? To me?” Her hand shook as she reached tentatively for the ring. 

Lucifer slipped it onto her finger. It fit perfectly, as he’d known it would. “When we made our pact, I never intended to let you go. And now I never will.” He pulled her into his arms, hungry for her touch. 

The kiss began gently, almost nervous as if it were their first. But passion took over and Lucifer could not help but dominate her. His lips claimed her, his tongue tasted her, reveling in the possession of her mouth. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress, stroking her calves, her thighs. 

She was no less eager, popping the buttons of his shirt in her greed to feel his skin. 

Lucifer wanted to tear her panties from her and let his tongue delve those depths as well, but it was pride that stopped him. Here, in the park, he could not do all of the things he wanted to her. It would be a quick love-making. A sensual snack to taunt his desire, but not nearly enough to sate him. 

He picked Jenn up. “We are going home.”

Her laugh surprised him. “You’re gonna make me wait, after that kiss?”

“Yes.” He grinned. “I am going to tease you the whole way back. Patience, remember?” He slid his finger across the silk between her legs, feeling the warmth beneath. 

Jenn shivered, her breath a little unsteady. “Oh. Oh that’s cruel.”

“And you love it.” He gave her another hungry kiss. 

“I do,” she admitted when he drew back.

“Good. Because it’s too late for you to escape now.” Lucifer carried her back, and true to his promise, he made every step of the trip home a pleasurable torment for them both.

[shirogane-oushirou]

11 and 14 for the selfship ask game 👀

-bobasthrone

hie jo!!!!! tysm for the questions, looking forward to answering these hehe! i hope you're doing well and keeping safe this season ^^

11. has an F/O inspired you to pick up a new hobby/interest/habit this year?

i'd say "gray inspired me to pick otome games back up so i could read spade alice (the new one he's in)" but that feels like cheating LOL. i also technically did my first gunpla shortly before ren Appeared to me... so while i've gotten MORE into it thanks to ren (and the thought of us doing them together), i also don't really count that. ren did get me hardcore back into art tho... like he's my oc so if i'm not making shit for him NOBODY is kjNKJSDFNKJNF. and he's making me focus a bit more on clothes than i normally would in my art AND irl (i want to look soooo cute for him~). and even though i haven't started YET, i do EVENTUALLY want to do mycology research for funsies. i know Enough about my own mycotoxin ailments, but anything beyond that is just like. what mushrooms used to grow outside my family's previous house and how RANCID they smelled lmao. i feel like learning more would get me closer to him, and i can see it as him infodumping to me! like that one post about leaf-cutter ants and fungus farms was WILD... i want to learn more shit like that!!!!

14. did you find out anything new and surprising about yourself through selfshipping this year?

honestly, i think ren has helped me explore so many parts of myself that i don't know how to list it all. dude's like... 10% stuff from the original dream, 30% original stuff, 60% stuff taken directly or remixed from my life. ;;;; the 30-40% that isn't me is KEY and clearly makes him very different and his own person, but also... love to dump traumas on OCs to work through them~~~ (as a Kinda Funny Thing, i think i hyperfixated on Just Some Guy ren as much as i did Villain Doc ren.... i think i've gone from "nobody will be as interesting as a cool fictional character" to "just give me a cute retail worker who's real niceys to me, i want to give it a try" OKJSNFKJN) i've also found out i have the capacity for WAAAAAY MORE social interaction than i thought possible. i've been isolated since 2016, becoming progressively more socially anxious, and one of my 2023 goals was just to go from "regular chatter in one twitch stream" to "regular chatter in multiple twitch streams", which would have been a huge change in itself... and yet here i am just chatting it up w people daily!!!!! it's nuts!!!! i still obvs have bad days... plus i still can't really do one-on-one dms or chat apps like discord kJNDKJFNSKDJFN i'm gonna need Actual For Real Therapy to be comfy doing that again KJSNKFJNKJDFNS... but i've met so many fucking cool people since making this blog, and i love chatting in tags and replies and asks like these!! i even made the first "move" in multiple cases! it's a small thing... but to me, it's huge. and it's improved my mood SO much (sans this month yeehaw but that isn't selfshipping's fault lol). all this to say HIEEEEEE if you're reading this you're rad af and ilu hehehe

[minmin-pal]

i am?? having whiplash from how rad your art is?? i know i said your rendering is nice but i actually wasn't expecting the second image?? someone please tell me why: 1. i kept looking at it for like 10 minutes straight just analysing all the details, rendering nd brush strokes (they were all immaculate as heck and there was such a cool variety of them)

2. i forgot how much range of style/phases an artist can have? /not serious /lighthearted

your art is just generally one of the coolest i've seen tbh, even the anime-ish one was just super cool (it was like i was looking at a sketch of a magical girl manga artist /positive) and thank you for the infodump, it's always very fun to read them and thank you for showing us some of your other artworks :D i know you said you didn't not show it for any special reason just that it would be jarring but it honestly was very cool to see them and they were lovely as heck, so thank you for being willing to show us /genuine also since it helped me remember that art isn't linear and that it's a form of self expression, i tend to forget it since i always just see a singular style with most artists i follow so the whiplash here was very much appreciated, likely weird and unwarranted to say this so i apologise in advanced but thank you again :) /genuine

hope you have a nice day and sorry for the long ask, it kind of derailed ^^; have a flower :)🌷 /not forced

I DONT MIND THE LONG ASK AT ALL /srs

im so glad u like the other art styles as well as my blog usual :sob: and im super happy u like my art this much and yes, i will feel free to share more art,as well as thank u for. your kindness 😭 like this was genuinely so sweet (also onto ur last point; even though i self proclaim myself as an artist, i feel like its so easy to just stick to one thing and never really branch out, like even with all my styles, i sometimes find myself having everything looking the same overall.. this is derailing. um. BASICALLY. its like if u make houses; if u keep making all your houses look the same, youll... get used to it, so youll never try doing other stuff, so i as this hypothetical builder, like building all kinds of houses, so i dont get too comfortable with one type. that was a really bad metaphor.)

(second image was quickly edited. and looks scuffed, the original one u can find on this post > (tw drawn self harm)

but basically it sorta shows a cool contrast between the two, despite really similar posing, and both being the exact same version of how i draw myself (minus the clothes)

[beetboxx]

black amethyst - eddie munson x reader

2.6k words i had a pretty hard night so :} i wrote this lil thing

warnings; none?

crystal mommy spiritual hippie reader and eddie dance in his room to fleetwood mac and enjoy life because it needs to slow down a bit sometimes.

“why are we listening to this again?” eddie complained. he was lounged on his bed, propped up by an excessive amount of pillows he stole from the couch in his living room, head facing the ceiling with his thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of his nose. he wore a thin gray tank top, the kind where the front swooped in a u-shape down onto his chest. there were cracked yellow letters on top of a red circle with a freaky looking thing on it- the judas priest logo from ‘82 screaming for vengeance. the age on the shirt shown, cracked and faded and the j on judas barely readable. he was just in his boxers, checkered black and white and very comfy looking.

his room was all shaded orange, the indiana sunset painting the room with a call for nocturnals to come out and play. his room, even with the golden orange infiltrating, was so dark. grungy. eddie had a habit of just leaving things places and not ever picking them up. you had once tried to help him clean up, but quickly got bored and just sat on his lap while he showed you his new def leppard tape; the band with 9 arms, a fact that you both thought was super metal. posters of heavy metal bands, the random comic book erotica, his prized guitar, colors of black and red and enough frightening imagery to make any child below the age of five to bawl and run to their parents.

but you were such a contrast in his room. smiling happily, bright crystals wrapped in wire adorning your fingers, another quartz dangling from your neck. you came to his house wearing a float top that tied at the front and a long patterned green skirt, but the top soon got ditched once you realized how fucking hot his house was. so now you were in the flowy skirt and your bra. it was comfortable. exposed skin didn’t have to be sexual to you and eddie. it often was, but that evening was just comfort.

you were dancing in the middle of his room, stevie nicks singing away on the tape you smuggled in his home and shoved in the player before he realized it.

“come on, babe,” you giggled. “stevie nicks is so rad! i would even say she’s metal.”

“don’t you ever say that again.”

you sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes for effect. you threw a knee up on his bed to sit yourself down on it, right next to his foot, the other tucked in his leg so his knee was up.

“edddiee,” you whined, poking his foot to get his attention as you shifted up the bed to plant yourself next to him on your side. your hand propped your head up, tricep laying across his scratchy sheets and brushing against his shoulder. “just give her a shot!”

“it’s so.. soft.”

“yeah, babe. that’s kind of the point.”

“but-“

you shushed him, lightly smacking his chest with your fingertips.

eddie huffed. he was pouting. his cheek fell to the mattress in your direction, his pretty face drenched in gold. he had his crazy hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail with one of your scrunchies you had left at his place, which he immediately stole.

“i just don’t get why you like this stuff!” eddie exclaimed, his fingers catching hold of the fabric of your skirt at his hip.

“it’s pretty!” you argued. “it feels like.. sticking your head out on a drive and feeling all the wind. or.. how an amethyst looks- speaking of which, you should really put some of that in here, it’s ge-“

eddie quickly finished your sentence, “really dark and scary, i know sweetheart.” he flipped over to his side, rolling closer to you.

“maybe it wouldn’t be so scary if you,” eddie emphasized by pouncing on your waist with a playful roughness, fingers tickling your sides, “weren’t in here, little demon!”

you squealed, knees flying up to your stomach as you giggled and tried to rip away his hands. his cold rings pressed into your skin gently and his dull nails grazed against you as he tickled you, loud snicker trickling into your ears.

“eddie! eddie, okay, okay!” you exasperated through laughs, feeling his hands go limp so you could pull them away.

he had a wicked smile on his face, long dimples in his cheeks waving hello as his eyes squinted a tad.

“ah, you surrender! i’ve captured the princess!” he exclaimed with a dramatized fairytale accent as he planted his hands on either side of your face, carefully lowering himself onto his forearms. he had a tendency to fall into dnd mode, but you didn’t mind. it was fun. he was fun.

“no! i never said i surrender! it’s a truce, eddie. and i’m not a princess, you should know that!” you joked, reaching up to bop him on the nose. he scrunched his face up, shaking his head off like a dog after a bath. he looked so adorable, with the little glint in his eyes and mischief written over his cheeks.

“ohh, right. totally forgot. more of a witch-fairy-gnome thing.”

you scoffed playfully and punched his chest with a featherlight touch.

“sure. witch-fairy-gnome thing,” you agreed, reluctantly of course, rolling your eyes with a grin. “so what does that make you?”

he widened his eyes theatrically, dropping his jaw to gasp. “oh, little old me!” eddie croaked with an ostentatious quirk in his voice, where it got all high pitched and medieval. “i am just the gracious peasant whom saved the beauty from the horrors of pop music!”

you giggled through open teeth, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely, eddie leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek.

“stevie is not pop music!” you argued optimistically. he swung his leg to the other side of you so he was fully hovering on top of your figure, legs tangling with each other. “listen, ‘takes to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover?’ you think cyndi lauper wrote that?”

he must’ve got bored, or his arms got tired in that position, so he fell to your side on his back. you took the perfect opportunity to hoist yourself up on his stomach, perched up there and slouching down until your chest hit his.

“sure, baby. whatever you say,” he sighed, acting the role of some some tired old retiree. he grabbed the end of his thin comforter, pulling it up to rest over your hips. you snuggled into the crook of his neck, placing a palm on his chest, humming.

“just listen to it, eds. hush.”

he wrapped his arms around your waist, barring you into the warmth of his body. his thumbs rubbed small circles into your spine. he fell into silence, and you two just laid there on his bed. stevie nicks and lindsey buckingham took turns singing into the room, the sounds of acoustic guitar and banjo vibrating into both of your blood. it pumped into his heart at a steady pace, matching to the tempo of the music. you listened to it, cherished it, let your eyes close and left the strands of curly hair itching the back of your neck. after a while, you felt one of his thumbs tap steadily against your skin, intently following the drums in the song playing. it forced a smile from you.

eddie took one of his hands from your waist, gently picking up your palm to kiss the amethyst ring on your middle finger tenderly. he pressed another kiss to your palm before splaying it over his collarbone.

“s’ a full moon tonight, eddie.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you said.

“what’s that mean?”

you reached up, left a lazy kiss to his jaw. “the moons in aquarius, so.. it’s full of life. gratitude. trusting the universe to bring you good.”

“hm,” he hummed, running his fingertips over the line of your bicep.

you could always tell when eddie enjoyed a song. his head bobbed, eyebrows twitched to the guitar like it was singing through him, his toes would tap. you found that he particularly reacted positively to rhiannon, a song about a free, careless woman who flew into the sweet night and the potential love she offered. it reminded him of someone.

someone who loved him, who let her hair blow in the wind and bugs to crawl over her legs when they got curious. who had a smile that could get her her own sitcom, but she wouldn’t take it because it would lock her down too much. prevent her from dancing in the flowers and hold crystals to her chest nightly. the woman who took his hand and pulled the both of them into lover’s lake on a cold night, laughing and pushing her hair back. the woman who kissed his cheek and clapped giddily when eddie finished his new campaign pitch to her.

he replayed the song once it skipped to the next, insisting that, “no, it just.. last play was weird, i wanna try it again.”

you grinned. by the second chorus, your legs were getting too antsy. they were too still, too dormant. you had too much buzz in you. so you jumped up onto your knees suddenly, clumsily leaning over eddie below you. he raised an eyebrow slightly, hands falling from your waist from the new increase in distance. you chewed your bottom lip, the corners of your lips twitching upwards. you suddenly scrambled off of his bed, leaving eddie to slowly sit up, very confused.

“dance with me.”

“what?”

you sighed, reaching down to his bed to grab his forearms and forcefully pull him up to his feet with a goofy, wide smile.

“(y/n)-“

“come onn,” you whined as he struggled to balance onto his feet. you helped him by placing his hands on your sides, which betrayed you in the end when he pulled your balance away from you so he could find his.

you eventually found your footing, standing chest to chest on the raggedy carpet. he shot you a very unimpressed, grumpy look with his lips pursed but slightly parted in the middle, big brown eyes narrowed at you.

"i don't dance! i'm like.. a dry noodle or somethin'.." eddie argued, pushing your wrists away from him with faux resentment.

"ohh, you liar!" you exclaimed, your grin growing across your face. it made him smile.

"i'm not lying!"

"you are totally lying. what about slayer, huh?" you giggled.

eddie let out a loud gasp, faking offense with his palm thrown across his heart, twisting his body away from you slightly. "that is not even comparable, you witch!"

"that's what the song's about. just hush and dance with me?" you pleaded, giving him the biggest doe eyes you could, puffing your bottom lip out far more than necessary and fluttering your eyelashes. he couldn't say no.

eddie rolled his eyes around, circling his head for effect. his hand fell to his side for you to gently grab, smiling victoriously. you lifted them both up, hoisting his arms over to drape over your shoulders. you shuffled closer to him, to where his forearms hung over you, hands falling limp at the end of his long arms. you hooked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you and locking your hands together at his back.

"you're leading this very romantic and put-together dance?" eddie interrogated, admitting defeat by letting you pull and position him in whatever way you wanted.

you mumbled a 'yup!' and pecked his lips. the mumble quickly turned into humming to rhiannon, matching stevie nick's tune as your thumbs matched the beat against eddie's back. you swayed yourself back and forth, by extension, eddie was unwillingly rocking with you.

and then eddie smiled. he watched you intently, lips curling into a closed grin. all he could feel was love and adoration. you looked like a fucking forest fairy goddess, singing in your bra and a long patterned skirt you probably got from a thrift store. he could feel your crystal rings pressing into his shirt, and it was a feeling he could keep forever. that crystal hung around your neck must have been doing something, because you had him under some sort of spell. and when you glanced into his eyes, every single time, there was just one word flashing over and over again in them.

he took a deep inhale, letting it escape slowly and loudly. and in that, he let all of his anxieties escape him. there was no elvish language he had to draft, no basketball player to worry about randomly beating him to a pulp. he could just be for a minute or two. be free like you, bathing in the soft glow of the sunset and the aura of crystals and the scent of burnt incense. it was just.. relief. relief that he could find someone that was immune to the horrors of the world, that stayed.. well, you. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, pressing his palm against your scalp to press your cheek into his chest.

the song described you beautifully, in words that james hetfield could never find. taken by the sky, but dark and mysterious. but he knew, deep in his totally dark and metal heart, he had won. you promised him heaven and completely delivered it.

and so you stood there, swaying back and forth in the same spot for the rest of rhiannon. you heard him beginning to hum to the bridge, and he felt your teeth exposing themselves in a grin buried in his shirt. he stroked the back of your hair with the slow tempo of the song, sometimes scratching your neck. in return, you scratched up and down his back, slow and gentle and in no hurry. you both stayed that way for never going back again, and then gold dust woman, and then world turning. all of it.

"what crystal is that, baby?" eddie suddenly asked in the middle of the last song, moving his hand to gently grasp at the little stone hung around your neck with wire and a black cord.

you hummed. "black amethyst."

"..woah."

he lifted it up from your chest, examining it closely, even subtly moving you into the light to look at it.

"harmony, clears negativity.. balance," you lazily explained, closing your eyes lightly as he looked at it.

"it's cool. really cool."

you lifted up from his chest. "you want it?"

eddie took a second, pondering, making sure you weren't joking. and then he nodded rapidly, very urgently. you gave him the biggest smile and his heart warmed, flew to the sky a little bit.

you released him from your hold, just to reach up and unclasp your necklace at the back. you held it in front of him, and it was like you were hypnotizing him. he stared at the little black-purple rock, illuminated by the dim lights of his room and the leaving sunlight from outside. it sparkled slightly when he looked at it, and you sparkled when he looked at you. you reached around his neck with either side of the cord necklace and clasped it on the closest one you could find.

"dude.." eddie said, nodding and lifting up the crystal from his own chest to look at it. "metal."

you giggled, leaning in to press a big kiss against his cheek, holding his face in your other palm to press him to your lips further.

"soo... stevie nicks?" you asked, expecting your confirmation win in determining that fleetwood mac was good. great, even. and with you listening to it, in his arms, humming and singing and talking about whatever you wanted, fleetwood mac was way more than great. he decided he would probably end up falling asleep to it every night.

eddie laughed, returned to his position hugging you around your neck, kissing your lips just to be sure.

"stevie nicks is metal."

[its-short-for-jackalope]

Some Of My Favorite Cool Staging Choices in NPMD: a ramble, by me!

(is "staging" the right term? idk I wasn't a theater kid)

this will contain spoilers, which you can probably guess since it will be tagged as such.

When we see Richie getting attacked in the cold open, he's facing the audience; when it happens again (haha whoops) he's facing away from the audience & we get to see his attacker. idk man I just think the change in perspective is rad lol

Richie and Ruth taking the stage first for "High School Is Killing Me" because they're the ones who... y'know. (rip 💀)

when that first curtain thing lifts and reveals the rest of the stage 👌🏻

when Steph is trying to get Pete to help her cheat on the test the spotlight on them also lights up Grace before she butts in and gets them in trouble (foreLIGHTENing eh? eh?)

the rotating nerd huddle in "Literal Monster" brings me so much joy like Yes, put those nerds on a giant Lazy Susan and watch 'em go

the nerds sneaking along in the background when Max is singing

the bit with Miss Tessberger (sp?) leaving and returning to the stage from the opposite side

just everything about Pete & Steph's phone call. everything.

the stage going almost completely dark at the end of "Cool As I Think I Am" is fucking epic ok it's such a cool transition. also Max's "I bring light to darkness" and the lighting changes for that. they're both so cool

the bathtub prop. it just looks like it was fun to make. :)

when Steph is talking to Ruth & Richie and then she just turns and they're sneaking into the bathroom. it's like a movie transition in my brain. (also Mariah's little jump like she's trying to look into a stall is adorable)

NERDY PRUDES GOING TO THE WAYLON (sp?) PLACE MY BELOVED 💙 1. walking around the orchestra pit is cool & it's a fun, slightly-more-distanced throwback to when they walk thru the audience in TGWDLM & BF; 2. cool blue lighting + silhouettes, need I say more; 3. the tattered background descending as they walk is fucking magical

it's technically not part of the show at all but i have to give a shoutout to the person near the camera who goes "oh? oh?" when Pete & Steph exchange their cute lil looks in the Waylon House 😂

Richie moving behind the tattered curtains with the camera. also I know it isn't visible but the knowledge that the skele'on costume glows in the dark gives me life. (and Steph giving Ruth a thumbs-up when she's scaring Max??? adorable)

did they blur the npmd logo and put it over Max as he's dying? i fuckin love it no joke

that row of lights onstage just silently clicking off before Max shows up to get Richie 💀💀💀 and then they slowly come back RED

wHEN THE REST OF THE CAST LINES UP TO SILENTLY STAND WITNESS FOR RICHIE'S DEATH 💀💀💀💀💀

the pauses in Jeff's announcement to let everybody groan after their name is called (Joey's "ouhh noo" gets me every time)

I haven't really mentioned choreography because idk how to talk about dancing but... "Hatchet Town" my beloved <3 (all of the choreography in the show is so fun & cool)

BBQ monologues!! the stage is a stage! (whoa, is this tgwdlm???) Love the brief single spotlight on Ruth when she goes on, and bonus points for the red, white, & blue lighting bc barbecues are intrinsically linked to the 4th of July in my brain (🇺🇲🔥)

when Grace is talking to Detective Shapiro I love how gray the stage goes, especially after how colorful the BBQ monologue was, like ugh <3 it makes it feel more serious and important like shit's about to get real (it is)

Officer Bailey (I think that's his name? i do not trust my ears) just angrily moving the chairs after Grace steals his gun and escapes custody 😂

obligatory Beanies Paulkins & HCB scene 2.0 mention <3

Pete sweetie you were just at a football game how did you mix it up with baseball you fuckin nerd (affectionate)

The Chair Mishap™ (I'm not sure but I think all 3 of them broke there, to varying degrees)

Max chasing Solomon off the stage is fun, loved that. (oh shit if he gets you next make it thr... four. you'll be four. or five, technically...? are we still counting Max? this point got derailed.)

the squad car! the lights up top, the brake lights, and also I love when the car turns and everybody just leans to the side (SiS is my favorite for this). also Max just nyooming by as Shapiro takes off is hilarious.

HOLDING COURT WITH THE VOID!!! the increasing whispers, the lighting, the LORDS APPEARING, holy SHIT

the white lights & fog during the slow-mo bullet scene idk it just makes it for me

the homecoming disco ball and the different spotlights are great :D

the group pose at the end of "Best of Me"

the colored lights & Lords laughing at the beginning of "Dirty Dudes" 🤩

okay! that's everything that caught my eye on my fourth watch, lol. obviously there are many many many more awesome little details and funny bits but I wanted to focus more on the set & staging type stuff. it's really cool and interesting to me, especially after Black Friday's glorious secret Wiggly.

if you read all of this I hope you had fun!!

if you didn't have fun, feel free to keep that fact to yourself! 👉🏻👉🏻

[aerial-aceing-it]

// WAAA THANK YOU,, THATS SO KIND !!! THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME IM GLAD YOU LIKE MARV AND HIS SILLY LITTLE BIRD,,

RIGHT BACK AT U!! I absolutely ADOREEEEE Angie and Tia, they r just. GAH I LOVE THEM. Angie is so lovely !! Tia is just the best too AAA- The Werepersian arc was so so so cool I still think abt it very fondly :]!!!!!

I have a poor memory and I’m bad at compliments but I’ll try and get as many people as I can !!! I adore this community so fucking much dude it’s been an absolute joy, a delight, and an honor to roleplay some silly little guys with all of you!!

@nacrenecitygardening MY WONDERFUL FRIEND WHO IS SO GOOD AT THIS . It’s been so cool to see your story unfold !! I’m absolutely honored to have some behind the scenes knowledge and I’m so excited to see how it all turns out!! ALSO @/completelylusingit THE WAY I CHEERED WHEN YOU TOLD ME HE GOT HIS BLOG BACK. RETURN OF THE KING. Everyone keep your eyes on their blogs bc they are SUCHHH a talented storyteller and I’m HYPED for Lus’s stuff to kick off !!

@disparate-traveller while Diamond has departed from the pkmn irl universe, their blog is still active!!! My good and wonderful friend Tori has a ton of blogs you can find over at @/twodragons-blooper-reel and ALLLL of them are worth a follow !!! They are so good at making their characters fleshed out and wonderful individuals <33 !!! @celadon-arcade-champ GO FOLLOW SYD RN I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. GO GO GO THEY JUST BOUGHT A HOUSE!!

@friendball-irl / @oh-hey-its-gray WHERE WOULD MARVIN BE W/OUT YOU,, despite Gray being inactive atm I know their mun and just. Guys. Cube is such a wonderful human being and just. I owe so much of the joys I’ve experienced in this community to them and their silly little guy!! I fucking love Gray with all my heart,, I look back so fondly on all of the interactions my guys have gotten with him because each one has been an utter delight !! Also the RAD arc was probably one of my favorite things I’ve had Marv participate in like. That was so cool. The Alpha Steelix incident? THAT WAS SO COOL. GAH. I LOVED THAT SM.

@nanaboo-pumpkaboo how could I not mention Silas like . Cmon. I only started following him recently but I have been enamored ever since !! I am throwing him around like a well loved hacky sack. I’m so concerned for his wellbeing but I am SO EXCITED FOR WHAT YOU’RE PLANNING. The build up has been immaculate !!

@ariadosanon What to say about THE Victoria Gonzap that hasn’t been said already,, She is just something else, and I fucking love her to bits. Like. Shes SUCH A WELL ROUNDED CHARACTER I CANNOT emphasize that enough. She has so many complexities and nooks and crannies to her and she’s just. Shes such a good character. SHES SO WELL WRITTEN. AND SHES PURPLE!!!!! AA!! You have seriously made one gem of a character!!!!!!!!!

Im sorry if i missed anyone but !! Aa !! all of you out there in rotomblr are so so so cool and it brings me so much joy to see how this community has grown!!! I’m so glad yall r having fun !! Keep it up and keep telling your stories !! Much love <3!!!!!

// what if we all tagged our favorite blogs and went to check eachother's favorite blogs out as a result of tagging our favorite blogs. what then

[barkspawn]

My friend and I were talking about a scenario in which Seb decided to adopt the farmer's baby and we had a massive laugh on how Sam would be that "cool uncle" who just did stupid ahit to give Seb a heart attack.

Bruh what are kids. Also, I had COVID I'm sorry but brains, man.

Amelia was taking a few moments to catch up on some cleaning around the house. It took a long time to get used to being parents and it felt like it happened so fast. They applied and thought it would take years longer than it did, but they got remarkably lucky. 

Now, they had Autumn and were happier than they ever thought imaginable. Sebastian and Amelia were natural parents. Sebastian did turn out to be a little overprotective when it came to Autumn’s safety, but Amelia understood. 

She was wiping down the counter when she felt Sebastian’s arms slide around her waist, pulling her back into a hug as he kissed her cheek.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” she laughed, turning in his arms to steal a proper kiss. He hummed, definitely not completely awake yet. 

“Couldn't help it,” he teased, turning and looking over the house, “where's autumn…?”

She leaned back against the counter, bracing for the response, “she had a playdate with ‘Unc Sam’,” she frowned as he tensed, already walking toward his jacket, “Seb, he would not let her get hurt.”

“I've seen Sam and Vince play together,” he deadpanned, hand on the knob to head outside, “no broken bones or stitches. That's the goal here.”

Amelia laughed to herself, shaking her head before turning back to the counters. 

Sam and Autumn were down on the path to the bus stop. Sebastian nearly had a heart attack when he saw the girl on Sam’s hip while skateboarding. Sebastian didn't realize how dangerous those things were until he imagined… Well, he tried not to think about it. 

“Sam, what are you thinking?” Sebastian snapped, trying to keep his tone soft enough to not freak out his daughter. 

“Dude, it's fine. She loves it,” Sam pushed the last few feet, the girl's laugh echoing through the small area. 

“Why can't you take her to the playground like a normal kid?”

Sam laughed, shaking his head, “she's no normal kid! If she's gonna hang out with Uncle Sam, she's gonna be rad as–”

“Sam.”

“Right, sorry. Repeating words phase,” he nodded before looking toward the girl, his voice taking on a dramatic tone as he gave a nod, “right?”

“Right!” she giggled, Sam tickling her with his free hand. 

“Sam please,” Sebastian ran a hand back through his hair, “no skateboard.”

Sam rolled his eyes, stepping off the board before turning to the girl again with a silly voice, “daddy's being no fun.”

Autumn crossed her arms, though the smile remained as she tried to use a similar tone, “no fun!”

Sam laughed and looked over at Sebastian. When he saw how exasperated Sebastian looked, he laughed harder, shifting the girl so he held her under her arms, holding her up in the air as she squealed with joy. 

“Oh, you're trying to kill me,” Sebastian started as Sam pretended to let her go, play gasping as he caught her again. It was definitely an attempt to make Sebastian stressed and it was working. 

“Relax, Seb,” he relaxed and set her down, watching her run and skip around the skateboard, “you know I wouldn't let anything happen to her.”

“Until she wiggles or something and you don't catch her,” he groaned, the familiar pit of worry aching in his stomach. 

“Dude, I don't even actually let her go.” 

“Still.”

Sam sighed and bent to pick her up, throwing her over his shoulder, his grip firm on her legs as she burst out into another fit of giggles. Sebastian watched in horror as Sam walked her back onto the farm, bouncing along happily.

This is why his mom always warned him he would make her hair gray by 40. He’d have to apologize for that later. 

Sebastian followed along, watching as Sam and his daughter plopped down into a patch of grass and started playing with some toys. 

He needed coffee. 

He sighed and headed inside, Amelia already sliding a cup across the counter. He groaned as he leaned over the counter, propped up on his elbows, “we should look into life insurance.”

She looked taken aback, if not a little worried. Seb looked up and met her eyes, “Sam is going to stress me out into an early grave.”

She relaxed and shook her head, attempting to hide her smirk, “good thing I'm here to help you relax, hmm?”

He couldn't help but break a smile as he took a swig of his coffee. She made her way around the counter and stood on her toes to steal a kiss as he murmured against her lips, “you're going to be very busy helping me then.”

She smiled before stealing another kiss. Just as Sebastian moved to set his mug down and consider taking advantage of Sam watching Autumn, he heard a cry from outside, his heart dropping. 

“I'll kill him, I swear,” he was already out the door before Amelia could respond. She followed him out to the porch where she watched her husband freaking out. 

“What happened?”

Autumn was sitting in Sam’s lap, crying in small, heartbreaking sobs. 

“She fell and got a widdle boo-boo,” he pouted, Sebastian already kneeling beside them. She had a small red mark on her knee, the skin scraped just a bit though it wasn't bleeding. She reached out for him, crying now for her daddy. 

“Oh, sweetheart, let me see,” he took her and sat on the ground, sitting her in his lap, “oh, no! Do you want me to kiss it all better?” 

She sniffled, giving a quiet ‘mhmm’ before Sebastian bent and kissed the scrape very gently. He smiled at her then, autumn unable to hold back a smile in response. 

“All better?”

“All better!”

“Good,” he hummed and wiped tears from her eyes before he allowed her to run off, Sam watching alongside him as she played with Loaf. 

“She tripped, dude. I swear I didn't do anything,” Sebastian had stood up, brushing himself off before Amelia tucked herself under his arm. 

“You see why it's scary though, right? That scream is pretty universal. I'm worried one day it'll be more than a scrape and I won't be able to kiss it away.”

He watched his daughter as Amelia stood on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, “I know, love,” she turned to Sam, who took a deep breath. 

“Yeah, can't lie, that was a bit scary,” he stood, stretching his legs, “but you handled it like a boss, dude. Who knew kisses made scrapes better? You never kissed mine!”

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head, “guess I just like her more.”

Sam started to protest, but looked over at the girl, “yeah, that's fair.”

“Would you kiss my scrapes?” Amelia teased, Sam's face shifting a bit to fake disgust as Sebastian answered without a second thought. 

“And then some. No scrape necessary,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead and laughed as Sam made a gagging noise.

“You don't have to torture him, Seb. He's watching her for free.”

Sam looked between them for a moment before his lip curled in disgust. 

“Ugh, I don't need to know. I have to go in an hour, go do whatever it is I wish I didn't know about,” he commented, his grin returning as the child bound towards him, tackling him in a hug with Loaf close behind with kisses. 

Amelia looked up at Sebastian before nudging his side to grab his attention back. She kept her voice low, “c’mon. We have an hour to chip away at that stress.”

He chuckled, his shoulders relaxing slightly at the idea of what was to come. 

“I can't decide if I want to shower or take you to bed,” he teased, smacking her ass playfully as they walked inside. 

“You could combine the two,” she hummed, walking into the bathroom, “shower with me.” 

The smirk she gave him made him thankful for Sam for the first time that day.

[hoesoflamentation]

K!nktober: That's an order. | Leviathan x GN!MC | 18+

Prompt: Uniform k!nk

Pairing: Leviathan x GN!MC

Warnings: (sort of mutual) masturbation, uniform k!nk, dom!Levi, heavy degradation (use of "bitch," "slut," "whore"), praise k!nk, fingering, hair pulling, finger sucking, mouth covering, dacryphilia, choking, bruising, slight voyeurism/dubcon (listening to someone without their permission)

A/N: holy hell, fam -- i need to go touch some fucking grass. admiral levi horny hours have hit me HARD and i may never recover. it's a long one. brace yourselves.

Laying on their side, MC shifted uncomfortably in bed, thighs rubbing together as they tried unsuccessfully to ignore their growing arousal -- and the scandalous thoughts that ran through their head.

That evening, MC had gotten home from RAD at the same time that Levi was leaving. Lucifer was busy, so Lord Diavolo had asked Levi to accompany him to a party in his place...

...and because it was a formal occasion, Levi had been wearing his naval uniform.

The brothers had often alluded to Levi's prestigious position in Hell's Navy, which Levi found mortifying. His ears flushed red with embarrassment every time someone brought it up, making him a blushy, stammering mess.

While MC was vaguely aware that Levi had obligations as an officer, he took precautions to avoid them whenever he had to put on his uniform -- so this accidental run-in was the first time MC had seen him in full regalia.

The tailored gray jacket accentuated the lean muscles Levi typically hid beneath his baggy clothes. Several medals decorated his breast, making MC wonder how he had earned them.

Dressed like this, the second-born seemed to stand a little bit straighter. However, any gravitas the uniform gave him disappeared the second he made eye contact with MC.

"M-MC!" Levi stuttered, his cheeks turning red enough to match the piping on his jacket. "You weren't supposed to see me like this!"

Unexpectedly, seeing Levi dressed like this... did something to MC. Freezing in their tracks, they instantly forgot how to use words, their tongue turning to putty in their mouth.

MC barely managed to squeak "bye Levi! Say hi to Diavolo for me!" before scurrying into the safety of the House of Lamentation. Their heart pounded wildly in their chest as they slammed the door and leaned back against it to catch their breath.

Now, laying in bed, MC couldn't help themself from replaying every detail of that moment. They had always thought that Levi was cute, but this was the first time he had made them feel so needy for something more.

Thinking about him kept them awake for what felt like hours, and it was driving them crazy.

The thing was, Levi was the first person they had truly connected with during their time in the Devildom (whatever Mammon said about being their "first," it had always been Levi for them). No matter how they felt about Levi, they couldn't just show up at their best friend's door, begging him to fulfill their fantasy of fucking an officer in uniform...

Yet they also realized that what Levi didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And in their imagination, they were free to let him do whatever he wanted.

So, their hand wandered down their chest, their stomach, to the throbbing space between their legs, teasing their most sensitive spot with their fingertips as they thought about his body on theirs...

Everything on the desk clattered to the floor as Levi reached around them and swept his hand across the tabletop in one fell swoop. The gold buttons on his uniform jacket glimmered in the dim light of the lamp, reflecting MC's desperate expression back to them.

"That's 'sir' to you," Levi barked, shoving MC into the now-empty table. "When you speak to an officer, you'll address him with respect."

Emitting a primal growl, Levi dug his claws into MC's hips, turning them to face away so their back lay flush against his throbbing cock. His arms wound around their waist, his calloused hands wandering up their torso until one found its way around their throat.

Breathlessly, MC managed to choke out the words, "Yes, sir."

They let out a tortured gasp as Levi clenched their neck, hard. Bruises in the shape of his fingertips were already beginning to form beneath his brutal grip.

"Bend over," Levi snarled. "That's an order."

Before MC could obey, Levi's hand was on their back, forcing their chest onto the desktop. They turned their head to one side, whimpering as the demon carelessly yanked a fistful of their hair.

"Mm, I love your pathetic little moans," Levi cooed, unbuckling his belt with his free hand. "You want it so badly, don't you? You fucking slut."

MC could already feel tears dampening their lashes, making their cheeks as wet as the space between their legs. "Please, Le- I mean, sir... I n-need you."

"Use your words, baby," he mocked cruelly. "What part of me do you need?"

"N-need your cock inside of me," they mumbled into the desk, their hips involuntarily grinding against his hardened length through his boxers. "W-wanna be your cumslut."

"That's my good little whore-" Levi bent to lay a series of affectionate kisses on their neck, sending shivers down their spine. "-showing your master the respect he deserves."

A high-pitched whine slipped from MC's lips as Levi roughly yanked their bottoms down.

"Suck," he ordered, reaching around to hook two fingers into their mouth.

Obediently, MC wrapped their lips around them, slobbering over them with their tongue to prep them for entry. But before drawing his fingers from their mouth, Levi first shoved them deeper into their throat, pushing past their tonsils until he felt the protest of their gag reflex.

The tears they had been trying to hold in immediately streamed down their cheeks. MC couldn't help but moan as they choked around his hand. Combined with the sight of them crying desperately, the noise made Levi smirk in satisfaction.

"That's it, baby," he praised, reaching around to slip his two lubed fingers into their hole. "You're doing so well."

They let out a tortured sob, bracing themself by gripping the edge of the desk as Levi pumped in and out.

"Aw, look how badly you want me," Levi teased mercilessly. "You're so desperate. I'm not even inside you yet."

Though his movements were aggressive, he still managed to glide his fingertips across every sensitive spot in their hole with each thrust of his hand.

Already, MC could feel the heat gathering in their core -- and Levi could tell.

"Mm, you're such a little whore. You just can't help yourself around me, can you?"

MC shrieked in surprise as Levi began to fuck them faster and harder with his fingers. He yanked them closer by their hair, eventually releasing his grip on it so he could cover their mouth with his hand.

"Shut up and cum for me, bitch," Levi growled. "Let's see how well you can keep quiet."

The feeling of being completely under his control, physically and emotionally, sent another gush of arousal straight to their pleasure spot. Something about fucking him in his uniform, and hearing him treat them with such irreverence, made them feral with lust.

They barely managed to whimper, "Y-yes, sir," as their walls clenched around Levi's fingers, his pace unrelenting even as it started to make them feel painfully sensitive.

"Fuck, Levi! You make me feel so good."

MC's thighs shook as they milked an intense orgasm from between their legs, writhing beneath their sheets. The fantasy was so vivid, so realistic, that they could practically feel Levi's hand covering their mouth, his breath warm and inviting against the nape of their neck.

But as the wave of pleasure dwindled, MC's cheeks grew instantly hot as they realized they had cried Levi's name aloud. Panicking, they yanked their pajama pants back on and dashed to the door, peering carefully into the hallway through a small crack.

They sighed in relief as they recognized that all the lights were off in the hallway, meaning the demon brothers were probably fast asleep (with the exception of Lucifer, who rarely slept -- but whose office was far enough from MC's room that he likely hadn't heard them, either).

With their little problem taken care of, MC was finally able to relax. They collapsed into bed and turned off the lamp on their nightstand, ready to drift into a peaceful sleep, when they were startled by a deep groan from beyond the wall:

"Yes, MC! That's it. Cum for me, baby..."

In the room next door, Levi had heard everything -- and when he realized they were fantasizing about him, he simply couldn't stop himself from stroking himself off to the sound of MC's pathetic cries.

Spurts of his seed streamed onto his bare stomach as his cheeks burned with embarrassment at the realization that he had said their name aloud.

Levi was absolutely mortified at the fact he was doing this at all, let alone the idea that his best friend might have heard him moaning their name...

Until he heard MC knock on his door, ready to make their shared fantasy into a reality.

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