#this is his 666th post and i feel good about it

[andrewmoocow]

One Last Thing About Fooly Falls I Just Came Up But Had No Room For In The Last Post

Stan Jr's birthstone is ruby and his zodiac sign is cancer. Even as a five month old baby by the time of A FLCL Christmas in Gravity Falls, Junior has a strong sense of empathy and is always willing to lend a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on for anyone who needs it. He likes to see the good in others, whether they be a creation of Santa Claus made to scare naughty children into behaving or other boys like him who feel like they have no direction in life. But don't mistake that compassion and optimism for weakness, because just like his namesake, Stan Junior is always ready to throw hands when anyone threatens his loved ones or the innocent in general. That kid's got a bright future ahead of him.

(also, this is my 666th post. Heh, nice. I'm going to Hell.)

[micvhisms]

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[dragondemoness]

Hihi!! I loved your writing for the prompt where the monokuma makes s/o the target of the killing game. Can you perhaps use the same prompt but for the THH cast please? ♡

I sure can :3

This is my 666th post hehe >:3

Monokuma's Motive - THH Edition

It had been a good while since the last motives were handed out.

You did a good job of keeping the peace and preventing any killings, so you assumed Monokuma had given up.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

Monokuma's announcement rang out through the school, and it filled you with anxiety. You take a deep breath in and exit your dorm.

Your significant other meets you in the hallway, with the same anxiety on your face.

"Hey. You ready?"

You nod at them. "Yeah."

They take your hand and together, you make your way to the gym.

Monokuma sprang out from behind the podium.

"Hey, hey, hey! Guess who's got a surprise for all of you? A brand new motive, this time with a twist!"

Oh no.

"So, there haven't been any blackeneds in a while... And somehow, none of my motives have worked! Threats, bribes, nothin'! And it's all because of...!"

Monokuma gave you an angry glare, his forehead reddening. But he calmed down quickly, and resumed with your conversation. Nobody seemed to notice, except for you. And your significant other, as they gave you a look of concern.

"Point is, the new motive I have is different. This time, there's only one person you can kill. Any other kills don't count, and will send you right to the crapper!"

You noticed your classmates stiffening. So Monokuma had a target in mind. And it could have been anyone. You tighten your grip on your significant other's hand, and they do the same, waiting anxiously for Monokuma to reveal the target.

"From now on, the only person you can kill is (Name)!"

He called out, pointing at you.

All eyes were on you now.

Of course. You're the one who had been keeping the peace the whole time. You'd be lying if you said you didn't see it coming.

Makoto Naegi 

"What?! You can't do that!!"

"Sure can! Them's the rules!"

Because you had been keeping the peace, you had to go

But Makoto refused to allow it

He already lost Sayaka, so he'd be damned if he's losing you too

He keeps an eye on you whenever he can

Sleepovers every night, and follows you wherever you go

He is INCREDIBLY anxious, and you can see it, no matter how much he tries to hide it

He might need some comforting, and he'll comfort you too

He would never let anyone kill you

Byakuya Togami 

"What?! How dare you choose (Name)? You are absolutely despicable."

He is MAD

The second the meeting is over, he's grabbing your hand and dragging you to his room

He paces around the room ranting angrily while you sit on the bed, feeling anxious

Then he notices your demeanor and calms himself down

He'll sit beside you on the bed and hold your hand, and hug you if you want

He'll try not to be so angry around you if it makes you anxious

After that, he'll be SUPER overprotective

He'll snap at anyone who even goes near you

He's going with you anywhere you go

No more roaming around by yourself

If anyone's gonna kill you, it's gonna be Toko/Genocider

Overall, pretty pissed about the whole thing

He's hellbent on making sure you two survive the whole thing together

Chihiro Fujisaki 

"Wh-What? Why would you choose (Name)...? They didn't do anything wrong..."

Starts tearing up right then and there

When you go back to the dorms, he immediately latches onto you and starts bawling

Poor baby doesn't wanna lose you🥺

He'll probably end up crying himself to sleep

And starting next morning, this boi will never leave you alone

He'll hug your arm while you walk together

The anxiety is real with this one

He desperately wants to get stronger so he can protect you, so he considers working out with Mondo

Then he remembers that he doesn't want to leave you alone and changes his mind

But you're friends with Mondo, so he'll protect the both of you

Chihiro is v anxious, and he never wants to lose you

Leon Kuwata 

"That's bullshit! You can't just choose (Name) randomly!"

STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID-

Oh it wasn't random

Monokuma did this on purpose

And Leon is not having it

He is PISSED

Like Byakuya, he'll be like this until he sees that you're anxious, then he'll stop to comfort you

After that, he is hella clingy and protective

He'll yell at anyone who gets too close

He may be angry, but at night, he'll break down in front of you

He tries to act strong for you, but he isn't fooling anyone

But he refuses to let anyone kill you

Kiyotaka Ishimaru 

"What?! (Name) is the target!? You can't do that, you... You bastard!"

When Taka swears, you know he's for real

This boy is out-of-this-world terrified

He tries to keep you in your room as much as he can, and he'll bring you food and stuff

Then he'll immediately come back to you

He doesn't want you to be out in the open, potentially getting killed

"(Name), I understand you're bored, but you must stay in this room! It-It's for your own good!"

If you persist, he'll reluctantly let you leave the dorm, but only if he can go with you

He doesn't want to believe you might be killed, but he still wants to spend every moment with you while he can

Mondo Owada 

"You fuckin' piece of shit! I'll kill you!"

You have to hold him back from breaking the bear in half

We don't want a repeat of when he almost got exploded

So you return to the dorms, and he's trying his best to hold in his anger

Then he lets out an angry sigh before sitting with you on the bed and sweeping you into his arms and holding you like a teddy bear

Part of it's to comfort you, another part is for him

After that, he's following you everywhere, acting like a pissed off bodyguard 

If anyone even looks at you, he's glaring at them while cracking his knuckles

He ain't never leaving you alone

He can't even trust Taka or Chihiro with you

Beneath his angry exterior, he's horrified of losing you like he did his brother

And he'll do whatever it takes to make sure you survive

Even if he has to stand in for you...

Yasuhiro Hagakure 

"What?! For serious?! Why would you pick (Name)?! That's terrible..."

He's freaking out

Then you go back to the dorms and he paces around, rambling about predicting this

Then he sees that you might be anxious and hugs you

He's determined to make sure nothing happens to you

So he follows you around, paranoid and anxious

He becomes very suspicious of the others, not trusting them to be anywhere near you

He knows that he's powerless to stop Monokuma, but he's still gonna protect you until the very end

Hifumi Yamada 

"WHAAAAAAT?!"

That's it

He's just stunned

And a little angry

He has no idea what he can do, but no way in hell is he gonna let you die

So like the others, he follows you around and refuses to leave you alone

If anyone tries to go near you, particularly Taka, he won't be happy

You're probably anxious to be in this kind of situation, so he draws wholesome and funny mangas in an attempt to lift your spirits

He's terrified, and might need some comforting

Kyoko Kirigiri 

"What? (Name)? Why would you choose them?"

For a second, you swore you saw her composure waver

But the moment passed quickly, and now she's glaring daggers at Monokuma

She knew exactly why he chose you

Like her, you were viewed as a threat, and Monokuma wanted to eliminate you

But like hell is she gonna let that happen

After that, she tightly grips your hand and pulls you back to the dorms

She just stiffly stands in front of the door, her back turned to you

But then you approach her, and she turns to you

You open your arms for a hug and she accepts it, gripping you like you'll disappear any minute

After that, she'll be with you at all times, with no exception

She tries to hide her terror, but one of these days, she might end up shedding a couple of tears

Make no mistake though

She'll be there for you like you are for her

And above all, she will protect you

You're the best thing to ever happen to her, and she refuses to let Monokuma take you away from her

Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jack

"Wh-Wh-What?! H-How d-dare you t-target them?!"

Gets fired up, then takes your hand and drags you off the second the meeting is over

The second you enter your room, Genocide Jack pops out

And oh boy, she is not happy

"What?! How dare that bitch ass bear target my master?!"

She looks angry, then a moment later, her energetic and sporadic demeanor completely drops

She's actually really scared

Then she leaps onto you, and begs you not to leave her

Starts shaking and panicking, and you'll have to calm her down

Then she falls asleep on you

Next morning, she switches back to Toko

She clings onto your arm all day, and sends pointed insults to anyone who rubs her the wrong way

She doesn't trust anyone

Especially not Byakuya

She doesn't even bother attending breakfast meetings

She just wants to stay in with you

And whenever Genocide Jack is out, ain't nobody wanna mess with her

They come up with a system; Genocide Jill stays with you outside the dorm room, Toko stays in

Cuddle sessions every night

Both of them are highly anxious and afraid of losing you, and they need some comforting

It's helpful to you as well

These two are terrified of you dying, but they're never gonna let it happen

Not if they can help it

Aoi Asahina 

"What?! You can't just pick (Name) out of nowhere!"

Oh it wasn't out of nowhere

Monokuma knows exactly why he picked you

Hina is so angry, she's crying

And when you return to the dorms, she leaps into your arms and breaks down

Poor swimmer girl is hella scared

After that, she'll hold your hand and refuse to leave your side

Being Hina's s/o means being friends with Sakura, and she'll protect the both of you

Hina can't help but feel anxious about it tho

She doesn't trust the others around you, and she'll give them a few words if they get too close to you

She's afraid of the future and what might happen, but she's not gonna let you die

Sayaka Maizono 

"What?! Why (Name)?! They don't deserve to die!"

She's way more scared than you are, honestly

Once you leave the gym, she leaps into your arms and starts crying

"P-Please... Don't leave me..."

Like she did with Makoto, but much more genuine

This situation really messes her up, actually

Sayaka feels that she may lose you at any moment

She doesn't trust anyone near you

If anyone killed you, she'd probably kill them

But she'll do whatever she must to make sure it doesn't get to that point

Celeste Ludenburg 

"What...? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU CHOOSE MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER AS A TARGET IN YOUR SICK LITTLE GAME?!"

Loses her composure right then and there

She doesn't show it, but she's terrified

But she's not gonna let nobody touch you

Given her exterior, most of the others know damn well not to mess with her

Especially Hifumi

And if anyone dares to get too close, Angry Celeste™️ will be unleashed unto their poor selves

Remember the teacup she broke in Chapter Two?

That might just be what happens to their limbs if they mess with you

Again, underneath all this, she's actually really scared

There may be some nights where she breaks down and just needs to know that you're there

Still, she's not letting anyone near you

Sakura Ogami 

"Bastard! How dare you paint a target on my significant other's back?!"

She wants to punch Monokuma's lights out SO badly, but she knows better

Instead, she just holds you close to her like a teddy bear in her dorm room

You can feel her fear in how tightly she holds you

You're also sure you feel her shake a tiny bit

Once you calm her down, she just wants to lay down and sleep, holding you close to her like you'll be gone the second she lets you go

And in the morning, she acts as your bodyguard

She'll threaten anyone who may be a threat to you

And when she can, she stays in her dorm with you, not wanting to take any risks

At some point, she considers taking her own life to pass by the motive

Then she realizes that Monokuma would probably execute you in her place, which quickly throws her idea out the window

She feels powerless, but she'll be damned if she's gonna let you die at the hands of anyone

Especially the mastermind 

Mukuro Ikusaba 

"What...?"

She's so shocked, her "Junko Enoshima" facade completely drops

You already knew her secret, and that's probably why Junko needed you gone

But no way is Mukuro allowing that

She starts panicking the second you enter her dorm, and then you calm her down and go to sleep together

The next morning, she goes to talk with her sister

Junko already knew everything

She didn't just want to remove you from the killing game because you knew too much, but to also give her sister despair

Words cannot describe the pure, boiling anger she's feeling

Her love for her sister turned to complete hatred

Now she knows where her loyalties lie

She doesn't tell you, but she has plans to kill her sister

She pretends that you mean nothing to her, as to not make Junko suspicious

But that night, while you slept, she headed off to Junko's hideout with a weapon hidden on her

Junko had gone too far, and now it's time for this to come to an end

I'm gonna go ahead and assume that you guys will want one for V3 as well😅Once requests are back open, be sure to remind me if you want it!

[kaebedom-me]

serial killer! kaeya x detective childe AU

hello chaeya nation we will feast on this AU that i've been thinking about. it's still in the works and I might change some things as I write more but here's the gist of it!

this is also, coincidentally, my 666th post so. happy 666th posts!!!!

warnings: dark themes, maybe some murder, age gap, kind of unhealthy relationship(??)/ feelings, aged up! chaeya (kinda)

so, kaeya's a serial killer in this one. very cunning, very good at getting away with murder, very charming, SO many victims

i like to think he doesn't get caught until pretty late in his life like maybe well into his early 50s if not mid 40s??

he started at like in his really early 20s i'd say because he's a little fucked in the head

he picks his victims at random at times, there's rarely ever connections because he has any particular sort of grudge

he just kills because he can and he knows he can get away with it

even when there is a personal vendetta involved he makes sure the murder never gets tied back to him

also is the fucked up type that gets turned on when he's a-murderin'

kaeya doesn't really have a favourite way of killing someone either, all to avoid suspicion. he has the brains for it ajdfd

kaeya's first meeting with childe was in some bar

childe was still a teenager then, maybe 17-18ish he was there with his friends

childe was ordering drinks for his friends when he bumps into kaeya who was sitting by the bar

childe didn't know kaeya was scouting out a victim that night, he just saw a pretty man, charming and was really sweet to him

it was love at first sight for them 🥺

and kaeya becomes obsessed with childe

they never met again until a few years after childe becomes a proper detective

childe's in his early 20s, kaeya in his 30s maybe?????

childe doesnt quite remember who kaeya is but kaeya does and he's so happy to see childe again

they hit it off and started dating at some point

kaeya's so good at murdering childe doesnt know

even when they started to live together

kaeya would never hurt childe, he loves childe too too much

eventually childe starts to catch on, there's a look on kaeya face sometimes that childe recognises, the type of expression only real fucked up criminals make

he gets suspicious starts snooping around but kaeya's so good at his craft childe cant ever find definitive evidence

the only thing that is as close to proof he can find is sometimes out at odd hours

hours that if childe thinks properly about it, matches the approximate time of death from autopsy reports

he doesn't think kaeya did it, he's just tired from chasing answers

but it cant hurt to ask

he just wants reassurance from his boyfriend

when he asks kaeya about it, kaeya could've lied

he could've easily diverted childe's suspicions away, he's skilled enough to make sure childe's never questioned him again

but he doesn't

he just smiles and tells childe the truth

it leads to more questions, kaeya answers them all smoothly

it's not a confession, he just answers it the way you would a fact that you know by heart

in some way, the murders were facts from kaeya's heart

childe convicts kaeya

kaeya eventually is trialled and was sentenced to death

on his death row, they ask him for his last meal

kaeya jokingly says childe's c*m, but asks for a glass of water from childe's home in the end

he asks for childe to come visit him before he's scheduled to die, or at least watch him die

as he's about to die, his final words were "617"

people believe it's the number of victims he killed in his lifetime

[storiesforallfandoms]

silence ~ lucifer morningstar;lucifer

word count: 2873

request?: no

description: when a new intern at the lapd with a special power meets the devil himself, they both find that their powers are useless against one another

pairing: lucifer morningstar x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

this is my 666th post, so i thought it was fitting

In retrospect, becoming an intern at the LAPD seemed like a good idea in my head. I thought it might be like those movies where someone with a power like mine proved herself to be useful in police investigations and rose the ranks quickly until she was like a junior detective or something, going around on cases with the cops and helping to figure them out. It seemed like the right way to use my gift instead of just sitting on it and trying to pretend it didn’t exist.

But boy, was I ever wrong.

First, I was never allowed into the interrogation room to face the criminals being brought in, so I couldn’t even use my gift. The one time that I did use it, I had managed to get into the viewing room while an interrogation was happening to bring something to the police chief. One of the detectives was interrogating a suspect and, even through the one way glass, I was able to hear his thoughts. He had no idea what she was talking about, that he hadn’t been anywhere near the crime scene, he wasn’t even in town, when it happened, but the cops weren’t believing his alibi. I thought this was my chance to finally prove myself.

“He’s innocent,” I said, drawing the attention of the police chief and the other detective in the room with me. “He wasn’t even in town. He has out of town alibis, you should call them, they’ll check out.”

I expected the police chief to ask me how I knew, or to even be impressed that I knew so much. I was so proud of myself, until I looked up at the police chief’s face to see he was glowering at me.

“Go back to getting coffee, intern. This isn’t any of your business.”

Of course, I was right. His alibis checked out and he was sent home that evening. Did the police chief tell me that I was right? Did he apologize for brushing me off and ask me how I could possibly know that the suspect was innocent just from a brief glance? No, of course not. Instead, he barked at me to go get him some file on a different active case.

I was debating on quitting. I had never even wanted to be a police officer, far from it actually. I had no reason to stay if no one was going to take me seriously. I even had my noticed written and ready to give to the chief, I just had to work up the courage to face him first.

I was bringing some case files to Detective Decker when I heard an unfamiliar British voice speaking.

“I’m telling you, it was the pimp. He doesn’t have an alibi to confirm his whereabouts the night of the murder, and the dead hooker’s fiancé said that she told him all sorts of stories about the pimp being violent. He’s basically a textbook killer.”

I came around the corner to find a tall, handsome man stood in front of Chloe’s desk. She was rolling her eyes at him as I approached.

“The pimp has no motive, Lucifer, there’s no reason that he’d kill her,” she told him.

Lucifer? I thought. Like the Devil?

“Of course there is! Besides the fact that he’s a violent pimp, the girl was getting married. She wanted to stop working for him, to get a real job so that she could have a real family, that would make any pimp pissed off.”

Chloe looked past Lucifer and smiled at me. “Hey (Y/N). You got those files for me?”

I nodded and handed them to her. As I did so, a smirk appeared on Lucifer’s face. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

“Lucifer, this is the precinct’s intern, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my partner, Lucifer,” Chloe introduced us. She shot Lucifer a lot upon seeing him looking me up and down. “Please do not scare her away, I like her a lot.”

I smiled brightly at Chloe.

“I’m not going to scare her away,” Lucifer insisted. “I just wanted to get to know her. You’ve been keeping the pretty intern a secret from me, you naughty girl.”

I could hear Chloe’s internal groan as she rolled her eyes yet again. Lucifer put a hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him. He looked deeply into my eyes and I could feel my heart racing.

“Now, little intern (Y/N), you don’t want to just be an intern here, do you?” I shook my head. What kind of question was that? I don’t think anyone wanted to be an intern anywhere. It was just where you started until you could climb the ranks. “No, of course not. There’s something more you want in life, something juicier than bringing coffee to lazy cops. Now, tell me...what is it that you truly desire?”

I looked into Lucifer’s eyes and I could see that he was expecting something from me. I eyed Chloe in confusion. “Is this a joke or something?”

Chloe let out a laugh as Lucifer’s face twisted in confusion.

“Looks like we’ve found someone else who’s immune to your charms, Lucifer,” Chloe laughed.

I broke free from Lucifer’s hold and turned to Chloe. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I heard you talking about the murder you two are looking into. Are you still questioning the pimp?”

“We have him in the interrogation room, but he’s not talking,” Chloe sighed. “He keeps saying he was home that night, but he lives alone so no one there can confirm if he was, and his neighbours say they didn’t see him that night but he could possibly have been home.”

“Which he wasn’t, he was out murdering our dead hooker,” Lucifer commented. Chloe glared at him as he spoke.

“If you’re going to talk to him again do you think I could...come with you?” I asked. “I think I could be helpful.”

“Of course!” Chloe said. “You’d be more helpful than Lucifer, that’s for sure.”

In her head, I could see the previous interrogation of their prime suspect; in which Lucifer spent most the time accusing the suspect of being the murderer until the pimp finally said he didn’t want to speak with Chloe anymore unless it was just the two of them.

Chloe nodded for me to join her as she walked towards the interrogation room. I nearly skipped with excitement as I followed her into the room. Sitting on one side of the metal table was a young looking guy, probably in his early 20s, wearing jeans that were at least two sizes too big and a wife beater tank top. When the door to the interrogation room opened, he looked up. His eyes immediately landed on me and a gross smirk spread across his face.

“You brought me some eye candy,” he mused as he looked me up and down. “Hey sweetness, if you ever get tired of being good you should come find me.”

I tried not to gag as Chloe said, “That’s enough. We’re not here for you to stare at us, we’re here to get to the bottom of Destiny’s murder.”

“I told you and your crazy ass partner that I didn’t kill her!” he snapped. “Just because no one saw me at home doesn’t mean I was the one who killed her.”

“I know that,” Chloe said, “and we’re not accusing you of anything. It’s just our jobs, when there’s no alibis to confirm your story we can’t just let you go. Especially not when Destiny has reported you for violence in the past.”

“That’s bullshit!” the pimp snapped. “I have never hit any of my girls! I love them like they was my family. If I ever hit Destiny, it was in self defence. The bitch was crazy!”

I looked into his head to see he was thinking of the last time he saw Destiny. It was when she told him about her engagement, and she was telling him she wanted to quit the prostitution business so she could have a real family. He got angry, lashed out and hit her. It was one punch, but he gave her a black eye. She began to cry and he hit her again, this time a slap, and called her a whore. It took another many restraining him to get him to finally back off of her.

“He’s lying,” I said, causing both Chloe and the pimp to look at me in shock. “The last time he saw Destiny he gave her a black eye.”

“That’s not true,” the pimp said, although the look on his face and the uncertainty in his voice said otherwise.

“Actually, that matches with a report the police got from Destiny just a few days before she died,” Chloe said, pulling a sheet of paper from the file. “It says here that she called the police on you to report an assault. You also claimed self defense then.”

“It was self defense!”

“Then where are the marks that Destiny left on you?” I asked.

He went silent then. Chloe and I smirked, we had him right where we wanted him.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of you,” Chloe said, “let's try this again; where were you on the night of Destiny’s murder?”

“I was home,” he insisted, although now the cocky tone of his voice was gone. “I worked until like 2am, making sure any of the girls that were out got back and paid what they owed, then I went home. I crashed almost immediately, didn’t wake up until 12pm the next day.”

To my disappointment, the scene playing out in his head showed he was telling the truth. I saw him collecting money from his other call girls, then returning home for the night. The clock on his bedside table read “2:50am” before it went blank and he fell asleep. I looked over at the file on Destiny’s death to see that they placed her murder around 3am.

“He’s telling the truth,” I sighed. “He was at his home at 2:50am, just ten minutes before Destiny was murdered.”

Chloe looked at me in shock again. “How do you know that?”

I gave her a small smile and shrugged a little. “I have a gift.”

I dismissed myself, feeling as though I had nothing else to offer. I was walking with my head a little higher and feeling a little prouder knowing I had finally put my gift to some use, when I felt someone grab me and pull me into a nearby empty office. I was slammed against a wall, knocking the air out of me. I wasn’t ready for a fight, but luckily for me there wasn’t going to be one, as the perpetrator was none other than Lucifer.

“What are you?” he asked.

“Dizzy,” I responded, blinking to try and get my head straight.

“No, I mean what are you? How did you know those things about the pimp?”

I pushed Lucifer off of me, straightening my clothes and finally able to compose myself. “Not that you’d believe me, but I’m able to read minds. I have been ever since I was young. I wanted to put that to good use so I applied to work here to try and help with the investigations, but unfortunately detectives don’t take interns too seriously.”

Lucifer circled me like a shark circling his prey, looking at me with confusion. I felt him beginning to pull up my shirt and I quickly batted his hand away. “What the hell man! Back off!”

“I just wanted to see if you had wings!” he responded.

“What? Why would I have wings?”

“Because no mortal human should be able to do what you do. The gift you have has only ever been held by an angel.”

I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, pulling up my shirt just enough that he could see my bare lower back. “Well, sorry to disappoint, but I am just a mortal human. No angel wings here.”

As I began to tuck my shirt back into my pants, I realized that the room was silent. Like, actually silent. I couldn’t hear Lucifer thinking, which was strange. No one ever had just a blank mind, everyone was always constantly thinking, whether it was about their friends, family, what they were going to eat later, things stressing them out, relationships or lack thereof. People were always thinking, so there was always a dim hum in my mind of the voices of those around me speaking.

But not Lucifer. I couldn’t hear what he was thinking of me as he eyed my back again in confusion.

“I can’t hear you,” I breathed.

“I’m not speaking,” he told me.

“No, I know you’re not speaking, but I can’t...I can’t hear your thoughts.” I looked at him, curiously. “What are you?”

“The Devil,” he responded, plainly, as if it should be obvious. And maybe it should have, his name was Lucifer after all.

“Wait, like...like the Devil? Satan himself?”

“Oh, don't use that nickname, it’s my least favourite.” He paused a moment before adding, “Wait, do you actually believe me?”

“Of course,” I responded with a shrug. “I mean, I’m a mind reader. Who am I to say that angels and demons don’t exist?”

Lucifer let out a slight laugh, one which I mirrored. I leaned against the wall behind me while Lucifer leaned against the desk. We were both watching each other, intently.

“You’re the first person to believe that I’m actually the Devil,” he told me.

“You can’t blame others for not believing, most people think all that stuff is made up, or it’s impossible for angels and demons to walk among us, even the religious people,” I said. “You’re the first person to believe me without having to get proof.”

“Well, to be fair, I did just watch you interrogating a pimp and cause him to deflate quicker than a popped balloon,” he pointed out. “Have you ever had trouble reading minds before?”

I shook my head. “Never. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been able to hear people’s thoughts. It’s kind of refreshing to just be in the silence right now, honestly.”

“I can imagine. How many dates were ruined with that little gift of yours?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that thought. There was definitely more than a few dates ruined because the guy would show up and either think She looks nothing like I thought she would, or, halfway through the date, would stay picturing what I looked like naked and how nice it would be to hear me moan their name.

“Let’s just say I’ve never had a stable relationship,” I responded. “The last guy I managed to be with for longer than a few dates thought about breaking up with me on numerous occasions, but never did. I decided to see how long he would go thinking about how unhappy he was in the relationship until he finally broke up with me. Turns out, as long as it took to sleep with his best girl friend that he always told me not to worry about.”

Lucifer winced. “That’s rough.”

I shook my head. “It was actually satisfying to see the colour drain from his face when I told him I knew every unhappy thought he had, and that I knew he had cheated. I warned him I could read minds, but he never believed me. He did after that.”

The two of us stood in silence for some time. I wondered what you were supposed to say when you found out you had met the actual Devil, if there was anything to say. Had Lucifer told anyone else? Did anyone actually believe that he was the Devil? Judging by his earlier comment, probably not, but there had to be at least one.

I sighed and stood straight again. “I gotta go back to work. If I’m not at the police chief’s every beck and call he loses his mind.”

I rolled my eyes for dramatic effect, then started to leave the office. Before I could, Lucifer quickly stood and reached a hand out to grab my arm.

“Wait! Before you go, I actually own a club, it’s called Lux. You might’ve heard of it.” I nodded because of course I had, who hadn’t heard of Lux? It was like the biggest club in town. “Well, if you don’t have plans tonight, maybe you could stop by. We could get to know each other a bit better. You could tell me the dirty secrets of all my patrons.”

I chuckled. “The Devil doesn’t know the dirty secrets of everyone in the world?”

“Of course not, that’s far too much information for one Devil to handle.”

I smiled and considered his offer. Why not? It could be fun, right? Partying with the Devil for a night? Who could say they had done that, and actually meant it.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll see you tonight, 9:00 work for you?”

Lucifer smiled. “That sounds lovely to me.”

[bowieandqueen11]

Noelle / Bill Hader Headcanons

Request: Hey! In honor of the winter season, how about some soft Bill Hader x reader winter hc’s? 

Thank you @howelloutforharambe​, it’s been so long! <3

Comments and reblogs are always much appreciated! (Seriously, I screenshot them all they make me so happy XD)

Also, this is my 666th post :3

Having to spend an afternoon at his apartment writing Christmas cards for all your friends and family, getting distracted when he steals your cards and writes extremely cheesy jokes on the inside page. You’d have to gently smack him on the side of his head, ignoring his wild giggles as you try to steal them back and place them in the envelopes.

One time while you’re out buying wrapping paper, he attaches a sprig of mistletoe above the doorway into the flat so every time you pop over he’s got an excuse to pull you against him and give you a smooshing kiss, full on magical fingers dancing over cheeks and lips sticking together as he gently pulls apart to place his nose on yours.

He loves taking walk out in the nearby park, just to get away from his script writing, and because he loves seeing the Christmas lights.

Bill’s fingers intertwine with yours, the tips of his fingers cold as they swirl against your palm, fitting tightly together like jigsaw pieces. Scarlet and gold swirls paint the blue autumn sky, flying in between the puffing clouds as you take a deep breath of the cold air, Bill chuckling next to you as it blew out like streams of dragon’s breath.

The air was crisp, the kind of cold that made you feel alive when you breathed it in. The bright red leaves crunch beneath your feet, floating to the ground like feathers as you both strolled down the grassy parkway, the oak trees shaking in the breeze and surrounding the two of you in a peaceful and silent moment of serenity, the scent of cinnamon from a nearby cafe being the only thing to penetrate your perfect little bubble.

He wears the same ugly Christmas jumper all month, just because you bought it for him. It has flashing lights and sings Frosty the Snowman when you press the snowman in the middle of it.

Surprisingly good cook, but he’s still on pudding for Christmas dinner.

Be ready for hot cocoa, candy canes, gingerbread, gumdrops, all of it!

Decorating the Christmas tree took a long while, just because you wanted it to look perfect. You unwrap the bit of newspaper and unfold the last silvery ornament for the Christmas tree: a frail thing like a silver plum, with deep rosy indentations on each side.

Hanging it from its hook, you place it right underneath the star at the top. You smile as the flashing red, blue and green fairy lights gleam in your eyes and fill the darkening living room with a warm glow. Taking a step back, you tilt your head, eyes glancing over the bristling branches to admire your hard work as Bill comes and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss against your jaw.

On Christmas day, at 8 a.m. on the dot, he blasts his cheesy Christmas tunes playlist on and it will stay on all day, that is, until the two of you snuggle down under a blanket in the evening to watch Elf for the billionth time that month.

[deceits-left-glove]

Oh

My god.

I just found a really old logicality one-shot I made when I was very very very new in the fandom and dear god- I didn't think there was a time i wasn't a Janus Stan but here we are I guess

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Patton PoV

As long as I could remember, I'd had a  tattoo on  my wrist. It was a cute little pair of glasses! My soulmark. There would be one other person in the world with that same pair of glasses on the same spot on their wrist! The thought had always made me giddy. There is someone out there destined to be with me, we've been looking at the same little picture all our lives! Like a secret museum just for us! Whenever I went out in public I would always look for peoples wrists. I didn't think about how weird it was until someone pointed it out to me. I didn't do it anymore after that. I was just scared of missing my soulmate! Imagine if you never found your soulmate! Knowing that you were destined to be with someone, and spending your whole life looking for that person, and then... I don't want to think about it. I was so so happy when I found out I needed glasses! I chose ones that looked like my soulmark, obviously! Then if my soulmate looks at my glasses, they would be reminded of their soulmark.  I was on my way to the cafe to meet up with my three best friends. Logan, Roman and Virgil! I was scared I was going to be late so I was running. My cardigan fell off and I had to go back to get it. It was around my shoulders, as usual. It was cold outside, but I hated covering up my soulmark! And hate is a strong word. I just thought that if my soulmate had their mark covered, then  them seeing mine could be the only way to find out. So I almost never covered it up. I was just glad  my cardigan didn't fall into a puddle! 

Logan PoV.

as long as I could remember, I'd had a tattoo on my wrist. A pair of glasses. It was my soulmark. I despised it. It was honestly a flawed method of finding the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. You could end up being the opposite of compatible. You could constantly argue and that would be an unhealthy relationship. I just think the whole thing is a falsehood. How can a mutated birthmark show the person you are going to be in a relationship with. It makes no sense and I just ignore  the whole... Mess entirely. I have never intentionally shown anyone  my soulmark and I never hope to in the future. It will always be covered, if not by a shirt then by that concealing makeup. I refuse to acknowledge my consentless tattoo other than when hiding it. I disregard it that much that when I was choosing my glasses, I found some particular frames rather familiar and  didn't realize why until I was at home with too pairs of the same glasses. That was one of the few times I have face-palmed in my life. The other times are normally when  Roman or Patton do something stupid. Like now, where I can see Roman at the counter trying to take three cups at once. I sometimes wonder how they are still alive. Probably because they usually have Virgil and I to reel them in from doing something overly dangerous. Like now, when i can see Virgil going over there to help him out with the other cups. With a ding from the shops bell, I watch Patton run through the door, hastily tying his cardigan around his shoulders. 

Patton PoV

I rush through the door and meet Logan's eyes. I smile at him and go over to our regular table. I felt other eyes on me, but that was probably me almost running into the door in my hurry to get to my friends. I pull out  my chair and sit down opposite him. 

"Hi!"

"Hello."

"I told you you couldn't pick up all our drinks at once!" Virgil (that was the 666th word. I thought it would have been another character tbh ;) ) and Roman  come over from the counter, each holding two cups. Roman has a  chocolate milk and a  black coffee, and Virgil has a  mocha and  a hot chocolate. 

"I would have been fine!"

"Romano, buddy... you only have two hands." Virgil hands the hot chocolate to me from his seat, but Roman walks round to give Logan his drink. But there was someone walking past and -im sill not sure how it happened- Roman  tripped, spilling the coffee all over it's the guy who was ment to receive it (logan). Oh no! 

Deceit PoV (yea that's right! boom!)

From the moment I saw Patton pull out his chair I new what I had to do. He used his left hand. And on his left wrist was a pair of glasses. Just. Like. Logan's. I knew that wimp wouldn't do anything. When I saw his wrist he got all defensive. It's not like I did it on purpose! Jeez. Roman  carrying the drink round just made my job even easier- I didn't even have to waste my drink! I stood up and knocked  into him, and in an 'attempt to steady him' I pushed the drink out of his hand and onto Logan's left arm. Simple. He would either have to roll his sleeve up or take off his shirt- it was unbuttoned and he had a vest on, don't worry readers, I'm not making him strip (oi shut it you! Be grateful I added you into the story! Don't go turning into Deadpool) . Sure, I look like the bad guy, but I'm helping them, whether they realise it or not! 

"The Empire has fallen!" Virgil sweetie, as funny as that was... Leave the puns to Patton. He knows there's a time and a place. This isn't it.

"Ooh ya-"

"Logan! Are you ok?" At this point I can see the barista run around the counter with a cold cloth. He will be fine, just a little angry. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I've got to pretend to be at least a little remorseful. I can't look like a complete villain!  Then I lean closer to Logan and hiss in his ear  "you're welcome!" He knew what I ment. I  kept on walking to the bathroom so that it didn't look suspicious, and to stop  Logan from going in there to sort out his arm. This was fun. I should help people With their Soulmates more often.

Logan PoV

That snake! Why did he do that! He knows full well how I feel about my soulmark and he is making me show it for no reason! I should never have trusted him with something like that! 

"You're welcome!" What? Why would he say that. I'm stronger than him. I can show my soulmark just this once, nothing bad is going to happen, right? I roll my sleeve up and  take the damp cloth Remy is  handing to me. 

"Well he was rude.. anyway! lo, are you like, good? That was some hot coffee, girl!"

"Don't call me lo, or girl. And you don't need the 'like' in there."

"That's the Logan I know! At least it had no, like, permanent side effects!"

"What does that even mean? It's coffee! Not a potion!" 

"What do you mean by  'potion' ?" I'm not even listing to the conversation anymore. Patton is staring at the table and looking  distressed. Before I can ask, he blurts out 

"GLASSES!" He now has almost all of the shops attention. I take off my glasses to check if something has happened to them when he slams his arm down on the table, making all of us jump. Then Remy squeals. Drawing even more attention and confusing me even more. Then I notice Patton has a mark on his arm. It looks like a tattoo. His glasses? Wait. Oh..

I don't think he was looking at the table. 

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This is my first one-shot and overall I'm happy with it. And I don't really know what else to put here.. so.. 

~Cyan 🖤

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bonus scene (3rd person)

Patton is babbling nonsense, Logan is flushed and completely unresponsive, Remy reluctantly hands a very smug Virgil 5 dollars and Roman keeps repeating something under his breath. Deceit  comes back from the bathroom, struts up to the table like he owns the place and just

"You're welcome~*" 

And then Roman, slamming his hands on the table and screeching.

"SEE IT'S JUST LIKE A DISNEY FILM!"

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3.9 pages 

1435 words

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O O F

First person PoV! I outright talked to Deceit! He didn't even get a name! I'm going to regret posting this but growth is important y'all!

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Iruma-kun 13 - 14 | Somali 1 | Magia Record 1 | BnHA 75 | Eizouken 1 | Idolish7 s2 1

New season...incoming!

Iruma-kun 13

How did Iruma even notice that collar? Geesh, that kid is perceptive…

This “spitting blood” joke is getting old already…

*Kiriwo starts his machine* - Why do I get the feeling something bad’s about to happen…?

Could you possibly call this “rank is the most important thing” a study of class consciousness, to throw some of Anime Feminist’s words? Or maybe this is a fantasy version of technology and it’s extolling the virtues of technology advancement?! *eyes sparkle*

Can Iruma join Kiriwo already? Please?!

Aw, dear darling! (<- I’m not sure if I’ve said that a lot in these notes, but I say that when I get the warm fuzzies and wanna protect a character…basically, platonic love, I guess…? Oh, “moe instinct” - that’s the words I’m looking for.) Iruma, go and live your best life, okay?

Thank you, story! Even though I knew it was being foreshadowed so heavily by being the focus of basically 24 minutes of this show’s runtime (= about 1 ep), I thank you from the bottom of my heart that Iruma went to the right Battler.

Wait, so Ameri is actually Iruma’s senpai by one year?! Hmm? I never realised that and I read some spoilers!

I like this new chibi animation style! Yay!

I never noticed this until now, but Kiriwo has one big horn and one little one.

I think the title, aside from the pronunciation of “Thirteen Dinner”, is meant to mean “The Thirteen Counts’ Gathering” (or some other high rank) or something of the sort. Update: So I checked and the character used, kanmuri/kan, is used to mean “crown” or someone who wears a crown, i.e. a peerless person, so it would be appropriate to translate that using the term for a high rank which is presumably going to be stated in the segment itself.

Turns out Babel…is just makaitou (the demon world tower). I don’t think it’s really Babylonian in any strict sense.

Depending on where you live, the 665th floor could count as the 666th or…well, the 665th. I know in Japanese, the word for the floor on the ground is ikkai (first floor)…I’m not going to tell you what I know it as though…that would reveal my location outside cyberspace, no?

According to the katakana, the guy’s name is Beruzebyuto (hence the translation as “Beelzebuth”). Beelzebub is the Lord of the Flies and a quick google tells me Beelzebul (close enough) was apparently an alternate spelling for him (or something like that…?). Patron demon of gluttony.

Astaroth, also a demon (king of rot, I think it was from Blue Exorcist)…interestingly, Beelzebub, Lucifer and Astaroth make up an unholy trio and all of them were referred to by a dude called...Solomon (which does kinda sound like “Sullivan”, if you think about it). There’s the connection between these guys…I like his top, too.

Asmodeus, patron demon of lust. We already knew that demon was represented through Azz-Azz, but now you see a spoiler I’ve been hiding for a while – Azz’s mother.

Amaimon…uh, I don’t remember what kind of demon he is in the demonic canon but I know him from Blue Exorcist.

Behemoth…?

Ooh, Ameri’s father is smokin’ hot! (Dangit, I do not want DILFs…) Azazel, a fallen angel and apparently personification of uncleanliness(…?)

Belial and (Lady) Leviathan, which we already knew existed from initial namedrops.

Who’s Baal? Even I have no idea…Update: Apparently he’s a Middle Eastern equivalent to Zeus, which explains his thunder allegiance.

Paimon kinda looks like Chaika, LOL.

LOL, “lifehack” is certainly the right word for it, Sullivan.

LOL, Belial is so short!

Although it’s kind of awkward to not see Lady Levi take a position of power for herself, it’s nice to see she has spirit!

Aw, this is cute. In much the same way I wanted Iruma to join the magical apparatus Battler, I want Sullivan to be Demon King.

Is Opera perhaps related to Ameri somehow…?

Somali 1

I was hoping to get to Plunderer, but got carried away writing another post and then lost the ability to watch both episode 1 and 2 ahead of schedule. So Somali is the new start of the season, but the last relic of the fact Plunderer was meant to start my season (outside ID: Invaded’s advance premiere) is the visual I have for this season. (Oh yeah, one of the reasons I’m supporting this – aside from it being a mid-ranker on my hype list – is that I heard a French animator, a friend of Thomas Romain, is getting his big start here.)  

“Dad.” – Oh, f***. I have myself an Usagi Drop. I knew I was going to get something of the sort going into this show, but…Usagi Drop’s experiences (or rather, watching the anime knowing the manga has that ending) have left their mark. Not to mention Somali (as this girl will come to be known) has Latina eyes, which annoys me even more since I dropped that on the basis of being scarred by Usagi Drop.

I’m wondering what Crunchyroll was thinking when they decided to coproduce this – sure, it’s probably quite cute and wholesome, but I’m far from the target audience. Did they think, “Is this what Western audiences will like?” Sure, it would hit a niche that likes this surrogate father/daughter stuff, but I don’t think it’s for me (and I’ve been thinking that all through the OP). I’ll give it a bit more to wow me, but it’s doing pretty terrible so far (because note all other anime of this particular reputation I’m more on the “neutral” side than the “like” one). Somali’s voice is probably the biggest factor – it sounds like an adult woman’s voice got pitch-shifted to attempt to be a child, rather than an actual child.

How can this golem talk about sight when he doesn’t even have eyes??? (Kinda like Juzo from NGL.)

Alright, that’s it. I can see when you’re trying to bait me with supposedly “cute” children, show. You’re gone.

Okay, since I have time and the reviews say otherwise, I’m trying again. I don’t expect to be sold to this though…

Was it just me or was there a reduced frame rate when Somali’s cape was the only thing in the frame…?

For some reason the subbers put “Why?” when the word was actually “What?”, which is a bit silly to be honest with you. (Nande?/Doushite? vs. Nani?...it’s kind of similar-sounding, but the sound is distinctly different.)

Still dropping this show. I just have another episode to add to my list now.

Magia Record 1

I heard there’s no Urobutcher this time around, but the first time I encountered the Urobutcher (in ConRevo) he made a particularly weird-feeling (in the context of the show) episode, so…uh…let’s say the Urobutcher is only as good as the material he writes, and leave it at that. Anyways, this topped my list – even before ID: Invaded came to hunt down that top position – so this better be good.

Um, am I just imagining it, or is that Sayaka and Hitomi discussing magical girls (or Madoka?) over the top of Iroha (I know that’s her name already from the synopses floating around the ‘net) and her fellow magical girls fighting?

Letterboxing? Now there’s something I thought I’d never see in Madoka Magica, ever.

One of the books was on organic recipes.

The teacher talks a tad too fast – I can understand what she’s saying, but it’s like she operates on x1.5 speed compared to the x1 speed of everything else…

“Nakama – because we can do it” – I wonder if that will mean something later…? In Madoka Magica, strange details always mean something.

“The only good witch is a dead one!” “Speech is silver, silence is golden.”– The tiny English isn’t particularly subtle, is it?

Uwasa = rumour.

Takarazaki, huh? I’ll make a note of that.

Who’s Ui?

According to the credits, I assume the blue spear girl is Nanami Yachiyo.

This is a respectable re-entry into a universe which I left not too long ago (in 2017). I’m definitely going to be able to stick with it for a season or however long it lasts.

BnHA 75

All this talk about a database…reminds me of the Quirk I designed for the wiki (also called “Database”). I conceived it in 2015, but I don’t remember who was meant to use it before I retrofitted it to fit the BnHA universe. Update: Welp, I found the document. The superpower Database (which was retrofitted to be a Quirk) is for one Itsuki Hatano.

“One blow to the top of the head!”

Iruma-kun 14

(Note: Some notes may be missing because I was busy multitasking while watching this episode.)

Go, Iruma! Live your best life!

Note “speak of the devil” isn’t how it’s said in Japanese. It sounds something like “whisper a rumour and it will come back to you” based on what I heard Kiriwo say (since I heard the word uwasa in there). Update: Apparently the phrase is uwasa wo sureba… (if you spead a rumour…) and then you cut the saying off to finish the rest of the sentence, just like you would in English.

You can’t even see a substantial part of Iruma’s hair when that demon on the phone (<-I know who it is, because I read spoilers, but I’ll keep quiet on that front!) yells for the first time.  

Makura (demon pillow) has that demon pun going on.

Ooh, Kiriwo-senpai is actully kinda sexy with his hair up like that…not that I know the first thing about sex appeal…

So is the ED about the Battler Party, in a sense?

Eizouken 1

I picked this show up because of the rave reviews it was getting.

Very Future Boy Conan, that.

…what? That OP was trippy. Then again, I didn’t mind ConRevo and that was trippy…this negative feeling is probably because I don’t know much about Masaki Yuasa’s quirks, I guess.

Why do people not translate “Eizouken”???? It means “video research club”.

The back is a good spot to sit in a theatre for anime. Why do I know this? I sit in the back of my anime club all the time, that’s why!

“Are those MiBs?” – I laughed pretty hard at that one sentence.

Why does this strawberry milk seem to be a parallel to the milk Asakusa promised Kanamori? (P.S. Asakusa is in Tokyo, IIRC.) Update: Mizusaki means “on top of water” if I understood the kanji right and Kanamori, with the right combo of characters, can mean “forest of gold”...which makes a lot of sense, considering how gold is equated with wealth and currency. Also, here’s proof Asakusa is in Tokyo...not to mention it’s the place from Sarazanmai! Meanwhile, I was thinking there was some sort of anime-related significance to the name, but I was thinking of Asagaya.  Update 2: Mizusaki actually means “water peninsula”. Sorry, wrong saki.

I know there’s a chase scene at the end of this ep, thanks to reading reviews. I want to be wowed by it, which is why I’m (metaphorically) holding my breath.

I like how Asakusa and Mizusaki are bouncing around ideas. That really brings the process to life.

Long skirts and wind but no sexualisation. That’s a good sign!

Whoa, that scene with the comets was AWESOME! I want more!

Idolish7 s2 1

Back with some good boys one season too early…let’s have some fun while these simulcasters can get this stuff fast!

Oh no! (<- self-censored) Nagi’s stupid accent is back! *yells incoherently for a second*

I like the little sound effects that happened whe Nagi’s finger moved around (to suggest “magic”).

I think the joke was something to do with the word gera (?). I don’t quite get it myself.

Misuta- Shimooka, LOL. I love how this s2 isn’t doing any hand-holding, though! I half-expect a flashback to appear and it never does.

Yamato, how are you so-*crying and Yatta! can be heard in the background*Okay, nevvvvvvvvvver mind…

I remember mistakenly saying that Nishiyama was part of Idolish7 (since I looked through some of my old notes lately). Nishiyama is part of ZOOL, so now…I’m not wrong anymore…(That’s not quite relevant to the random announcement of Re:Vale showing up, but it’s on my mind now.)

Hmm…Yamato’s thoughts on Re:Vale…I’ll keep an eye on him.

I think people like Tamaki because he treats them like he would his little sister…a true gentleman. Or maybe that’s all in my head? I haven’t been in the fandom properly, y’know.

This switch to occasional chibi antics…I’m not sure I like it…

Ohmyglob! Another boy to add to my growing list of husbandos! *points at Yuki* I knew he existed, but I haven’t had a proper chance to have a reaction to him ever since I started really “having a thing” for long-haired guys.

Re:Vale are like a comic act (manzai).

Momo has pink nail polish…I just noticed. Update: It’s probably more red than pink.

“Chan-momo” appears to be a variety of modern slang similar to Pig Latin. Apparently Gen from Dr Stone uses it as well.

Yuki has these cute little diamond earrings and Momo has studs. I’ve also never noticed this until now. (I, myself, can’t wear anything past clip-ons because I have a genetic quirk that makes it annoying to get my ears pierced, called beta thalassemia, so I can only fangirl about other people’s earrings.)

What’s the FSC again…?

Kyu-to aidoru!

I think Momo and Yuki are going to reach out to Mitsuki and Tamaki (respectively) most this season…just a feeling, based on their dispositions. Tamaki and Yuki have similar faces, on top of that, so thank goodness we can tell them apart by hairstyle.

Yuki wears this steel blue shade of nail polish…ooh, also cute.

*Riku goes stiff-faced* - *audibly facepalms at Riku’s reaction*

Momo has a black and green earring set on one ear…huh.

Ooh, very nice. It’s a keeper.

Update: Apparently, you pronounce their name “Re:ba-re”, which is a bit different to what I was expecting (essentially “Re: veil”).

[doctormctiddy]

doting. - fan apprentice/julian.

happy 666th post here’s some more dumb fluff.

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She stirs, ever so slightly, groggily blinking her eyes open. Julian’s looking down at her lovingly, a small grin etched into this features, a hand running through her hair. He even brightens a little bit more when he sees her wake, leaning in for a small kiss on her forehead.

“Good morning, my darling.”

She yawns. “Mornin’ Julie. What’s got you up before me?”

“Nothing.” He chirps, and she frowns.

“Did you even sleep?”

“I was right next to you the whole night, wasn't I?”

“But did you sleep?” She presses, and finally he caves, rolling his eyes.

“Not as much as you would've liked me to, but yes, I slept.”

Gloria giggled sleepily, leaning in to touch their noses together and peck his lips. “It's a start. I'm proud of you.”

“Thank you, dearest.” She starts to rise, before Julian gently pushes her back onto the bed, and she stares up at him, confused. Gloria opens her mouth to speak, but he puts a finger to her lips, rising from the bed.

“Tut tut,” he says, and she blinks at him, much like a cat would. “Leave everything to me, sweetheart. Do you want coffee or tea?”

“.... Coffee,” she says after a pause. “Julian, what’s going on?”

He chuckles, eye shining with something Gloria couldn't quite place. “Does a man need an occasion to dote upon the woman he loves?”

“I-I mean,” she stutters after a second, “I guess not.” He's up to something. But what? She was only somewhat good with figuring out things, and bit the corner of her lip, trying to think. Julian, meanwhile, keeps looking at her like she’s his world- which he has said to her, numerous times before.

“Of course. Peppermint, right?”

“... Right.”

And he leaves for a second, and Gloria starts chewing on her lip, lost in thought. Though there was often times Julian doted on her without a deeper meaning to them, this wasn't one of those times. She’d normally been able to pick them out, namely because he turned up the charm and compliments to a one hundred around her, but… something about this felt different.

But this is Julian Devorak. The man basically screams mystery and hidden truths. He has since the day she met him.

She had to admit though, she missed the mystery and danger in their relationship’s early stages… but she'd never say that out loud.

Julian returns suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts, with a little more than just coffee. She stares, blinks, then giggles.

“You made me breakfast?”

“Indeed.” It's nothing elaborate, just some pumpkin bread with her requested coffee, but she grins goofily nonetheless. It's a really sweet gesture, after all.

“Thank you so much, Ilya!”

Julian beams as she says his name.

The rest of the day is filled with Julian doting upon Gloria- buying her small trinkets when out on the town, showering her with compliments, taking every opportunity to place a kiss somewhere on her, helping her out with work (more so than usual), and the like. However, she was still completely puzzled by why he was doing this. Even at the shop, she asked Asra, and he only shrugged.

“Ilya’s a lot less mysterious than you think, Glo,” he said, twirling a lock of white fluff around his finger. “You just need to see through him. Then you’ll know.”

She snorts now, thinking back on his response. Typical Asra, giving mystic answers. The perks of being a magician, she supposed.

Not long after, Julian had proposed a surprise picnic, but he wouldn't telling her where. He had tied a blindfold over her eyes, holding her hand and leading her around. He’d asked her to trust him, and naturally, she did.

“Are we there yet, Jules?” She asked. She knew they were wandering through town; she could still smell the same scents from it. She heard Julian’s deep throated chuckle, and she bit her lip again.

“Soon, my dearest Gloria,” He squeezed her hand, “Very soon, I think.”

She frowned. “You said that five minutes ago.”

“Alright, fine, I took a wrong turn on accident. But I know that I'm on the right path now.”

“How do you know?”

“I recognize this. Not long now, love.”

It's only what seems like a block later before he stops, suddenly hoisting her onto his shoulders.

“Wh-”

“Just trust me.”

Gloria winds her hands around his neck, stomach swooping at the height. Behind the blindfold, she shuts her eyes as Julian climbs, before finally he finally drops down to the ground.

“Not too scared, were you?” She can practically hear his grin, and she stuck her tongue out at him, heart starting to calm down.

“You scoundrel.”

“You still love me.” Julian slowly helped her down, pulling her back against his chest. “Keep your eyes closed for a second,” came his command, and she did so, feeling the blindfold slip off. He leaned close to her ear then, arms wrapping around her shoulders. “Alright now. You can open them.”

And she did so with a gasp.

“This… this is…”

“Our garden hideaway.” Came his excited whisper, and her grin grew. The same crumbling stones, creeping vines, even the same muscled bull statue. Deadly Starsand speckled it, drizzling the garden in glowing blue light, just like it had before.

“God, I thought…” she giggles, bringing a fist up to her mouth, “I thought they might’ve torn it down.”

“I heard they forgot about it,” Julian winks, “so now it's just ours.”

“Seems illegal.”

“Nobody owns it.”

“Still illegal.”

The doctor laughs, hugging the magician close to his chest. “Hmm, you know how much I adore you, right?”

“You tell me every day.”

“And I will for the rest of my life.”

She giggles again, leaning up to press a kiss to his chin. “So, how about that picnic then?”

Julian had brought along a dinner of her favourites, laying out a blanket on the ground and everything. It was all very romantic, and the glowing flowers only added lovely ambiance to the atmosphere. Not that Gloria would ever consider eating one, of course.

Even as they talked and laughed like they always had, Gloria couldn't help but keep her thoughts spinning of why Julian was doing this. She didn't mind the doting, obviously, because it made her feel wanted, which was better than not feeling wanted at all. Regardless, her mind spun with several possibilities, many of them seeming extremely far fetched.

Then she started noticing strange mannerisms in Julian’s body language. How he suddenly couldn't meet her in the eye. His leg was bouncing from where it was propped on the ground. He kept wringing his hands, too.

He's nervous.

What could he be nervous about? She wondered. The threat of the hangman’s noose was far, far behind them, after all. What was there to worry about?

Finally, Julian sucks in a breath, and he meets her eyes again. Gloria notices determination in his uncovered eye, along with the softness of love. There was always some feeling of love in his eyes whenever he looked at her.

“Gloria,” he begins, and a hand reaches across the blanket to grasp her’s gently. “Do you… remember what I said to you, the night I first said I loved you?”

She thinks for a second, scrunching her face. “You said…. we were one in the same.” She snorted, remembering another comment. “You also tried to comfort my pathetic ass.”

“Oh love, how many times do I need to tell you? You’re not pathetic.” He lifts her hand, kissing it. “You’re the most wonderful, beautiful, talented girl I've ever met. You’ve absolutely enraptured me, my darling, and I couldn’t imagine a life without you.”

…

…

…

… Wait. Don't tell me he’s…. is he?

“I must admit,” he continued, “I thought that you might have spelled me after we first met. But I came to realize that was indeed not the case. Your voice is a powerful thing,” and he rested his hand on her neck, gentle, “but you said you knew how to control it. So I trusted you, and here we are now.” Julian sucks in another breath, almost like he was steeling himself. “I…. must admit, I'm extremely nervous about this, so I should probably just get straight to the point.”

His hand takes her hand again, and she’s so in the moment that she doesn't notice him reach into his pocket.

“Gloria,” another breath, before he places a ring in her hand, and she gapes, “will you…. be my wife?”

Oh my God, that’s what all of this was about!?

He’d been trying to woo her all day, just for this? She glances down at the ring- it's a simple gold band with a small ruby on it, nothing massive- then back up to him.

“Well,” she begins, “Doctor, I think I should give you some news.”

Julian’s brows furrowed in confusion, before she laughs, flinging her arms up in the air, and then around his neck.

“I've got a bad case of lovin’ you, so obviously I will!”

Julian freezes as she hugs him, kissing all over his face and neck, stopping before she gets to his lips.

“You… you said yes,” he whispers, breathlessly, “you actually said yes!”

“What’d you think I was gonna say?” She presses their foreheads together, tears already welling in her eyes. Julian snaps out of it after a moment, winding his arms around her waist.

“Well, I thought you’d say something about it being too soon, or the like.”

“How long have you known me?”

“.... That’s fair.” He leans in to nuzzle their noses. “Thank you so much.”

“For what?” She asks.

“For loving me.”

And he finally leans in for a breathtaking kiss, sliding the ring on her finger.