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[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"I've been waiting for you."

There sits Evelynn in her chair, in all of her glory ( and then some ) facing the shaded window. With her legs crossed, she does her best to seem aloof ; not like she was impatiently waiting for someone ( read: Akali ) to enter the room like they had planned earlier in the day. The poutiness in her voice, however, is unmistakable.

"Leaving a girl like me to wait all day," accompanied with a sigh, she extends a hand past the silhouette of the rather expensive recliner to be seen. Soon lashers follow, curling to create a heart shape idly as she continues. "I almost had to take care of business myself, darling."

When she finally turns in her chair, it is not Robin that she expects to see. What her golden gaze desires is the ever famed rapper of K/DA, not her poor, unsuspecting assistant who's certainly getting more than an eyeful of his boss -- something she's sure he never wanted to see.

"I missed yo-- Oh." Then falls a silence, so thick that even Evelynn struggles to swallow words down. This is certainly a perdicament.

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

"Really? You've genuinely never heard of an "updog" before? I'm shocked, Abel, and here I thought you were studied in human history."

"Mm, it is quite odd that I've never heard of such a thing before."

Robin's eyes crinkled at his demonic companion as they ambled down the polished corridor of their company building. Both were returning from a much needed coffee break after a tiresome, long, and meticulous meeting which had, unfortunately, lasted the entirety of their morning. Naturally Abel moved beside him with an air of silent confidence that Robin could almost feel in his bones, it was one of the more unsettling things about him. Abel always radiated this … thrumming intensity that Robin couldn't quite place, as though the demon was something long forgotten to him — strangely even moreso then his odd feelings towards Miss Evelynn. But that was besides the point.

Robin shot a sidelong glance at his colleague, expecting to see his handsome face framed by dark, slicked hair tucked neatly under a wide brimmed hat — but instead he was momentarily caught off guard. Abel's crimson gaze was practically burning into the side of his head, making Robin flinch involuntarily — a response he was less than pleased with. Still, despite the tension and Robin's indignant ( and, admittedly, rather childish ) huff, his eyes sparkled with a hint of humor once he realized his demonic friend was silently asking for answers from him. How cute.

"Now Abel, are you not going to ask me what it is?"

The taller of the two rolled his eyes and a upward curl of his lip showed the tips of sharp canines as he asked,

"I see, very well then. What is the meaning of this word, "updog"?"

Good. God.

"You … You are seriously making this difficult, Abel."

The two momentarily continued their way towards Miss Evelynn's office, which Robin had suggested earlier — now tentatively holding onto what must have been the most beautifully decorated pumpkin spice latte ever made by man. Robin had been quite thorough in his instructions to the poor barista; so much so that Abel thought he might start indulging in poetry to describe how the cinnamon should be artfully swirled into the frothy cream atop the espresso. Humans were such funny creatures. But soon Abel paused mid-stride, his brow furrowing as he finally considered Robin's words —

"Hm, I do apologize, is there another way you can explain it?"

The demon mused and pulled the wide-brimmed hat from his head to allow his inky black hair to cascade down like a night-kissed waterfall framing his handsome face. With a subtle, almost ritualistic shake, he settled into a more stable form, a blend of human and demon that had become familiar to him over the years. Obsidian horns curved towards the fluorescent lights above, forming from the longer locks of his hair and threading tight. Abel took a moment to tidy his appearance, brushing aside a rebellious strand of hair from his bangs, ever mindful and erring on the side of caution in his presentability, especially in the company of his human companion.

Abel let his red gaze return to said human, who looked like a flittering bird now lost in thought. Suddenly, Robin snapped his fingers and a delighted grin lit up his face and brought sparkles to his eyes. Enough so that the demon, somehow found his own softening as he watched; a fond smile even crept across his lips. You've not changed at all, have you, Pigeon? With that inquiry came something else, for Abel had changed. For some time he had noticed the changes occuring upon his person, and now was no different from any other one of those unexplainable moments. A long questioned and even longer unanswered warmth that filled his hollow chest again. It was an odd sensation that was beyond unfamilar to him. As such, he imagined he would never get an answer to it — after all, mere observation of humanity's behavior would not bring him all of the solutions he sought.

Other progress was even more difficult; he found that chances to engage in meaning interactions with others were far less than he had originally pictured. Self expression was ... not one of his stronger suits. After all, Abel held a sense of dignity throughout the community, he was a leader that many came too and practically sponsored every benefit that came into the town. To lead was to be alone, and such a pleasant reputation could not be tarnished by whatever internal storm brewed just beneath his calm demeanor. Even Evelynn seemed to have little explanation or care to do so. Perhaps that was part of it, simple satisfaction at having a … relaxed conversation with another. Robin was unguarded, and Abel felt little need to restrain from indulging in the witty banter of his almost faeish friend. A reckless, and seemingly unpurposeful, thought settled lightly on his mind:

What did this human think of him?

Hm, ever back to the conversation though and his human's happy little voice:

"Oh! Yes, of course, it's like a henway!"

" … I am unfortunately unfamiliar with that as well." Abel swept open the door to Robin's office, gesturing inside to which Robin entered without issue.

" - About four to fi — AHHHH!"

Time halted to a freeze when he laid eyes on Miss Evelynn splay-legged and unapologetically bare on her plush leather chair. The latte would have splattered onto the floor if Abel had not somehow managed to perfectly balanced the dropped latte atop his foot. Robin's hands had flown to his eyes and Abel's hand was quick to clasp over them. Robin gasped alongside the flurry of frantic thoughts spiraling through his mind, each vying for his attention before he finally blurted out a rather unceremonious, "What the fuck?" It was not the first time he had glimpsed her body, sure, but this? The scene seared into his memory like a branding iron and Robin was sure that this entire experience would surely stain his mind until he was laid to rest in his grave; and perhaps even then he would not be free from the horror!

Abel, on the other hand, simply rumbled, pleased due to the sudden burst of food he'd received from her lusty and lovey aura. And of course, the subsequent cocktail of shock and horror on her face, and the nearby metronome of anxiety which was Robin's thrumming heart. The demon lifted his free hand to his mouth, his chuckle dripped with sadistic amusement as he regarded Evelynn; his devilish tail even flicked with delight at the precarious situation, curling and uncurling like a serpent all while he leaned in and savored this moment.

"My, how uncouth," he purred with a voice like flame licking at the edges of a fire, mocking and mirroring her deep venomous charm. "Did the intern not tell you that Miss Akali already went home for the day? Hm~ It is truly a blessing that it is the two of us who entered here, and not one of our partners." he continued, the corners of his mouth curling upward in a sinister smile as his devilish tail continued to wag and swirl in gleeful abandon,

"Wouldn't you agree, Eve?"

"Ohhh my GOD, CAN YOU PLEASE JUST ESCORT ME OUT?"

"Ha! Also, Evelynn, do take your latte."

[novelist-becca]

The Owl House then:

The Owl House now:

[softpng]

the workday/weekend ratio is so off. like ethically.

[sunfortune]

real

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[clownboybebop]

if you’re ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!

1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasn’t any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.

2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what they’re breaking down. It’s just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they don’t know what they’re deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.

3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes

it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didn’t rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.

It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.

so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesn’t seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didn’t rot. so you never know! you never know

[arctic-hands]

Every time there's a food recall that spreads from one company to the next, even from generic brands that are unique to the store selling them, it makes me realize the illusion of choice under capitalism hyped up by conservatives is a bunch of bullshit.

Oh and uh, don't drink apple juice for a while. Arsenic. And it's more than just Aldi and Walmart

[trekkerac]

he's like a faulty lightbulb

[vampyr3wife]

do not give me the aux . I will make the vibe confusing at best

[pangur-and-grim]

every two weeks, I'll need to send off his weight so that Belphie's FIP medication can be adjusted.

right now though, I'll be watching his weight drop as all the fluid in his abdomen is absorbed and passed.

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

[lena-luthor]

A minute ago you were ready to slit her throat. Yeah, well, her mother can't have her.

[kidokear]

Imagen how entertaining it would be if these 2 interact. And I'm a fan of possessive/jealous/protective Stolas (Which I don't see enough of <(＿　＿)>)

[anima89]

A Wayne family trip to Metropolis <3

Of course, they will wear their own merch ^^

Inspired by this! V

Heheheheh.

[rongzhi]

Goldfinches napping on sunflowers

English added by me :)