#we don't drag mud in this household

[the-final-sif]

Actually on the topic of the fandom as a whole, I've been seeing a lot of new people active in the tags, particularly new artists? Are y'all twitter transplants? I know that site has started bleeding users pretty hard, but I can't tell if that's the recent burst or if people have been here the entire time and I've only just started seeing new people in the past few weeks.

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[razzle-n-dazzle]

I just read some of your works and god do you write good better than the actual show I would even say.

I really want to request a Yandere headcannon for mainly Ozzie and Fizzarolli they don’t get enough love as they do, but with a little twist

Whichever you choose I would love either one you pick cause im indecisive.

1: a powerful reader maybe even more stronger than Ozzie being lovers with the two

Or 2: a chubby but physically strong reader that could lift Ozzie with ease as example

If you do see this I hope you consider writing this, you have such a lovely writing style and I would love to see what you cook up

Also call me 🥟-anon if you will cause I hope to request and talk more

ᯓ★ Murder is Okay, Shutting Us Out Isn't. Yandere! Asmodeus & Fizzarolli / Overlord! Reader | Oneshot TW! - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK: romanticizing yandere(s), obsessive behavior, def not proof read (because we die like Adam in this household /j), Vox (/j), boner mention (no sexual content), self harm, yelling, possessive

ᯓ I actually loved both ideas you gave me, so I'm going to mash then both together into one! For that, I'm going to give you all a little crash course into the background for the Reader (you) in this story so things make a little more sense: The reader, though an Overlord, is both physically and magically stronger than Ozzie, though doesn't show it off often. Also, this happened due to their mix of blood; The reader is the child of an an old overlord and a Sin (I'm going for Wrath in this story) and had gained the physical strength from their overlord mother and the magical strength from their Sin father. With this they're able to be known as the Wrathful Overlord, or 'The child and will of Wrath', though Satan doesn't claim them to be his own and has no interest to. Also, no the Reader isn't stronger than other Sins, just Ozzie for this case. Since Ozzie is claimed to be the weakest (or one of the Weaker) Sin that we currently know of, the Reader is matched right around his level. Yet they, much like Alastor, cannot beat other Sins or even Adam, as even with their strengths, are set back by the rather large power difference. So with that out of the way, please enjoy!:

ᯓ You had been living with Ozzie and Fizz for a few months, silently having moved away from your district on the Eastern side of the Pride Ring after their proposal. While it was not uncommon for love to bloom in hell, even with the eternal suffering or the large amount of (usually) taboo topics being put on display down here, you were still not big on having your private life being posted for all of hell to see. Especially those in the Pride Ring, where you were sure Vox would take any chance to slander and drag your name in the mud for having a 'blasphemous' relationship. And really, you didn't feel like cleaning up the blood of another Sinner. Oh no, not because you killed them. Dear, Lucifer god no! Why do that when you had two perfect body guards at your beckon and call?

ᯓ "Honestly, I don't even understand how there can be blasphemy down here. It's hell, God is not watching what we do and I pity him if he did." You would mutter, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching News 666 on your cellphone silently with Fizz; Who had became curious open hearing the news topic and bounded over, wrapping his snake-like arms around your waist twice. He squeezed you a little tight, yet you didn't mind, especially when his head was rested upon your shoulder. You could practically see the growing smirk on his lips before he even spoke, "You know everything we do down here is blasphemes right? That's why we're in Hell, not Heaven. I mean the murder, the sex, the gr-" Though Fizz's little list was caught off short as you hushed him, pressing a quick finger up against his lips.

ᯓ Ozzie was cooking in the background, occasionally taking peaks behind him to make sure you nor Fizz were doing anything stupid; Like trying to cook despite knowing neither of you could do so. It was always a nice gesture until Ozzie has to get the kitchen repaired... again. "And this in, News 666 and it's broadcasting will be disturbed quickly for a message from The fucking V's themselves." Katie Killjoy would crack her neck to the side, seeming oh so annoyed at the interruption. You were too, and Fizz didn't miss the way your face scrunched. "You know Tom, their news isn't even repu-" Katie tried to shout before their segment was cut off, their news source becoming engulfed in The V's logo before the man of the hour, Vox himself, overtook the screen. Him and his snicker, you knew this couldn't be good.

ᯓ Vox never hit the air unless he knew something, unless he wanted something to happen, unless this was his calculated and curated response to something.

ᯓ And the last time that happened, Alastor wiped the floor with him.

ᯓ Fizz drew away from your shoulder a little, his eyes narrowing at your growing irritation before he glanced back towards Ozzie, who already had his arms crossed in confusion. Sure, they've heard about this Vox, mostly from you, but they never expected you to have this much of a detest about him. What happened between you and this TV-head that they didn't manage to dig up? And most importantly, recent or not, did he ever hurt you in anyway. . . or was he planning to?

ᯓ "This just in, news is starting to come up from higher-ups, and close friends, in Wrath Town that their leader, supposed their supposed Overlord, the Child of Wrath, themselves, have gone missing!" Vox stated, trying to carefully keep his voice leveled yet failing miserably; From the twitch in his eye and the wide, plastering grin across his flat face, you could just tell this was another Alastor situation. Yet an Alastor situation that was not pointed directly towards Alastor rather You; Which you had saw coming, maybe even expected it, but fucking Lucifer did you hope you could at least get a good year under your belt before Vox came in to spread 'miss information' all over the Pride Ring. All just to keep his viewers attention on him, just to keep his support. What a loser.

ᯓ You would scoff, trying not to laugh at his obsessive allegations, which were true you guessed, as Fizz and Ozzie silently listened from beside and behind you. While you didn't seem alarmed, or even frightened at the least (as they were sure you would be, seeing as this seemed common for Overlords to not get along) they sure were. Well, not alarmed per say, rather on guard; carefully lingering on the words that Vox was so carelessly spewing to all of those who watched his broadcast. And you noticed how Fizz drew back closer, leaning over your shoulder to glare at your phone, to glare at Vox like Vox might feel his stare, like he was daring Vox to say something else; All the while you couldn't help but laugh, chuckle, giggle, and kind of make fun of Vox as he continued on. His senseless chatter played in the background as you tried to wave off your fiancés' concerns, "Please, guys, don't get worked up over him, he's no threat; More like an annoying bug under everyone's shoe." "One who, from what we hear, likes to stick his non-existent nose in other people's business." Ozzie would comment from the stove, his glare still harsh on the screen even as he flipped over the bacon in the pan. His tone was leaking with annoyance, or maybe irritation and ire is are better words; Either way, you shrugged your shoulders as he continued, "Really, doesn't he have like any other news? that's all basically weightless if it's coming from other people's mouths!" "It's gossip, it keeps his viewer's attention and support up. That's the whole point," You would explain, slightly rolling your eyes at the crazed look Vox gave you. Granted, it was through the screen, but, "I would have thought he would know better than to talk about me, especially since I've shattered his screen more than once." Though Fizz was less amused, "You both give than man way too much credit-" Was the only part of his commentary he could get out, hands on the counter now, before a shout from Vox drew all of your attentions back in.

ᯓ "Oh, ho-ho!" And there was a cackle, one that caused your eyebrows to frown downwards and scrunch your face. One that rang out like an annoying fire alarm and drew a growl from Fizz's throat and a flicker of hellish flame from Ozzie's coat. It's like you all could smell that the shit that Vox was going to spew. "THIS JUST IN," And there was a slam of his hands on the table, "I JUST GOT WORD FROM A TRUSTED SOURCE THAT THE WRATHFUL OVERLORD IS NOT ONLY NOT IN THEIR PITIFUL, SHIT-HOLE OF A TOWN, YET THEY'RE NOT EVEN IN THE PRIDE RING!- Where the fuck are they, you might ask? Well, not fucking here and maybe that's for the better, this place was turning into a shit down with them around." His grin would tease you from behind the screen, and you grew slightly worried that he could see you. That, as his eyes widened and he drew closer to the screen, that he could see right through it. . .

ᯓ "You're in the fucking Lust ring, you absolute SLUT! What the fuck are you doing hanging around an, who's that? An Imp and- And is that Asmodeus himself in the background!" Clack! You would drop your phone like it had burnt you and stumbled backwards, not out of fear, you could never be fearful of someone like Vox, yet out of . . . what would be the word? Ire? Exasperation? Irritation? Preservation? Fizz was quick to lock his arms, just to keep you from stumbling back too far and hitting against the countertops near the stove, potentially burning yourself; As Ozzie stepped up, standing protectively between the phone and the two of you, the flickering of his growing detestation and bubbling anger slowly flickering around his coat, which threatened to burst flames. "This just in, your little Wrathful Overlord, has not only abandoned the Pride Ring yet is sleeping with the Sin of Lust and his weak-dick, limp ass Imp!" Vox's cackle echoed around the room, "That's so fucking sad!- Oh, looks like no one will ever have any sort of reason to be scared of you anymore," And his name spilled out from his lips with venom, poisoning the air with his slithering voice. That was, until his broadcast was cut off, cutting his maniacal laughter short, with a crackle then pop. It seemed like Ozzie had enough of listening to Vox, and seemingly had enough of your phone, as he had slammed his fists into the counter. Effectively ending the broadcast and your phone all in one go.

ᯓ And nothing but silence filled the room, just as you were sure nothing but silence (and soon an eruption of hatred and irreverence) filled the Pride Ring, and Wrath Town.

ᯓ "Fuck. ." Was the words that left with an airy breath.

ᯓ "THAT FUCKER IS SO DEAD!" Was Ozzie's first words; his hair combusting into flames, his irritation and outrage boiling over and finally having struck that match.

ᯓ Maybe it was slight shock overwhelming you, never having expected your engagement to be outrighted for everyone in the Pride Ring to hear, or maybe it was Fizz carelessly (accidentally) spinning you around, but you found yourself exasperation against the kitchen counter; Your eyes still locked on where your cellphone was now intended into the counter. "I've got the rope!" Fizz's voice barely registered in your ears, along with the sounds of his mechanical arms and legs moving to easily wrap himself around Ozzie. "Let's go kill that fucker!- or maybe tie him up and leave him exposed and naked on his own stupid broadcast. Like, really, who does he think he is trying to come for us like that?" Fizz's agreement with Ozzie's irrational solution caused a growl, a very lion-like one, to seep through Ozzie's gritting teeth, "A two timing nobody, that's who he is, and I won't stand for it! He comes for what's mine and I'm going to show him who the FUCK he's dealing with!"

ᯓ You know, maybe you've enabled their behavior a little too much; Sure, you loved the way they grew overprotected about you (and as you were sure they loved when you did the same) yet logically, you knew you had to stop them. When news gets out about Ozzie and Fizz going up to the Pride Ring and killing, or humiliating, an overlord not only will Vox's words be taken as facts, which can cause a whole other set of issues, yet Lucifer might also get involved. Of course, though, your knowledge about how Sins worked together and how they could interfere with each other's rings was limited. Yet, you can only guess a Sin killing an Overlord in another person's ring would just cause some sort of uproar.

ᯓ So when Ozzie, with Fizz coiled around his arm as to not get burnt, were about to leave the kitchen-living room, you had to act fast. Even while a little dazed, a little out of your own body, stilling trying to reel in the information of the situation that just happened, you dashed forward towards them. Or maybe your feet did so because they knew you had to catch them, and it sure felt that way rather than your own doing. It all felt like you were watching through a pair of another's person's eyes as you rushed over, your tail trashing out to stag the Ozzie's heel and trip him (you would have to apologize later). It bought you some time to slid in between him and floor, effectively catching him in your arms. "Yeah, as to hell we're going to go do anything boys! We're," You slammed the door closed, effectively walking away from it, "Staying here!" And that was your final verdict and that was what you were going to do as to make sure you can control this situation as much as possible. While frazzled and your finances' not thinking properly, giving into their own natural urges that some would call taboo (even for hell), this was no time to do that. Ergo, this was no time to be out murdering people!

ᯓ At that time you failed to notice the blush and wide eyes that had sprung to Ozzie's face when you dropped them both onto the couch, as well as the slight boner he had to hide by crossing his legs; Which Fizz defiantly noticed and teased him for with a snicker. Often times, not on purpose, did Fizz and Ozzie forget that out of all three of you, you were the strongest. Physically and magically, as you tended not to flash it off like some demons like to do, instead you flashed where you shined mentally. Though, damn, does it get Ozzie every time you swiftly come in and pick him up like he was weightless, with the same ease he picked up Fizz and you (even after you had told the first few times he didn't have to, later learning that you were conscience about your weight due to your chubbier figure). So it managed to calm Ozzie down, at least a little for the time being. Fizz would follow after, not really looking to murder people by himself - or at least not wanting to or not believing that he could.

ᯓ Calling your name from the couch, yet to no effect, the two would watch as you walked away from them to only circle right back round and leave again; pacing around the room with a constipated look on your face, leaving them confused, and slightly concerned, on the couch. Fizz slinked down to sit on Ozzie's lap, seeing as Ozzie had sat up to make sure you were alright while walking circles around them. Them both noticed quickly the way your tail trashed dangerously, the slight glare you gave to your phone anytime you passed through the kitchen, and the way your left hand clutched and curled in on itself. Fizz was sure your claws were digging into the skin of your palm, where marks from previous punctures of your claws laid fresh. "Hey," Ozzie started, calling out your nickname yet watching it effectively fall onto death ears. Even so, he continued, what's going on?" An invitation to talk to them, an invitation that received the acknowledgement of you hitting the tip of your tail against the floor to ceiling glass. Your own way of letting them know you heard him, yet needed a moment to gather your thoughts. To find something that can fix this situation without it blowing over and becoming bigger than you needed or wanted it to. To find a way to sweep and brush it under the rug. To just- make it like it never, ever fucking happened!

ᯓ Crack!

ᯓ You barely felt it, the smoke of Wrath infesting your very mind and blurring every other sense. Yet, Fizz and Ozzie caught it with ease. They heard the crack of your bone, the saw the way your nails not only had dug into your skin with the increase pressure yet suddenly broke through your palm and to the other side of your hand. Fizz covered his mouth, trying to hold in the gag that threatened to escape from the shock that filled him. Ozzie, wrapping an arm around Fizz to support him up to his chest to comfort him, would stand. . . and he didn't know how else to get your attention but exploding; Calling your name with a tone he rather not use with you. "WHAT?" Yet you would snap back, a green lining the inside of your eyes, right by your pupils. "WHAT CAN BE SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU CANNOT WAIT, OZZIE. I'M TRYING TO-" A tug at your wrist, Fizz, despite not being able to stand the sight if your claws puncturing through your hand, dragged you over to them. He rose your hand up to eye level once you were in front of the two, and he didn't want to make you watch the black blood that flowed down from it, that coated your claws thickly, he knew it was the only way to get you to pay attention. To realize that you hurt yourself in the panic of trying to fix a problem that could best be fixed together. To realize the scowl that was placed upon Ozzie's face at your actions, yet the underlining concern he had. To notice how Fizz was a bit sickened at the fact that you could so easily hurt yourself, and hurt that you wouldn't talk to them and effectively just shut them out again. Even though they have both told you countless times that you could talk them through your thoughts, that they can help you, that they want to help you! Even if you felt like you needed to handle everything that happened by yourself, even if you felt like the world was crushing in they were here! They were always here for you, and they were ready to help as long as you just talked to them.

ᯓ Fizz and Ozzie, out of everyone and anything, care about you (and granted each other) the most. And to see you physically hurt yourself over someone you told them not to worry about . . . well it stabbed them in the heart and made them ever so more concerned.

ᯓ "I just, I need time. I can figure this out if I'm given enough time." You would try to explain to Ozzie and Fizz as you sat on Ozzie's desk, where Fizz usually sat to replace any problem limbs. Fizz sat beside you, securely holding your right hand in his own and nuzzling up to you; His head resting against yours. Ozzie was in front of you, carefully trying to bring your claws out of the palm of your hand without hurting you, so he could then disinfect the wounds and wrap them up. He would have gotten a doctor, but felt a bit too fired up to let any medical professional touch you when you were so vulnerable. "Honey, get us, we know," Ozzie started, then let out a heavy sigh. "You say that every time something shitty happens in Pride. It's like- your go to thing!" Fizz added on, his tone a bit chirpier than Ozzie's; trying to lighten the mood, bring at least a small tug of a smile onto your face. Ozzie would soon apologize as you let out a hiss, feeling your claw carefully yet strikingly painfully being pulled out from your palm. You squeezed Fizz's hand, he nuzzled his head further against yours. And yet, you still spoke through gritted teeth and hissing, "I just! There never seems to be- FUCK, Ozzie that shit hurts!" "Love, I'm sorry, but I'm trying my best to make it as painless as possible. Yet, it's kind of hard when you managed to stab yourself right between your own bones." Ozzie mumbled, quickly working on the exposed wound, trying to wrap it with a towel just for the time being so he could work on the other three fingers (your thumb didn't puncture through skin, but did leave a good wound on your middle finger). Fizz would let out a nervous bit of laughter, trying to turn the situation away from your pain, just so you wouldn't have to think about it. "Hey, why don't you tell us why. . . you were so against us going to go kill the guy! I mean, I'm sure it would be easier than thinking of a whole counter plan and stabbing yourself through the hand, wounding yourself for someone you-" "Froggie," Ozzie warned, though his tone was still soft, noticing quickly how he began to ramble out of nerves. "I don't think that's helping."

ᯓ Yet you didn't mind much, it kind of did set your brain a little more straight and screwed in properly. So in a way you kind of did need Fizz's nervous rambling right now, "No, no it's fine. I. . . needed that. I just," A frown stretched upon your face, letting out a heavy sigh that was quickly replaced with a painful hiss and quickly followed by another apology from Ozzie. Your face scrunched at the pain, yet softened as you felt Fizz trying to comfort you once more. His hand squeezed your undamaged one, and when you turned your head towards his, he connected your foreheads. The distress that came from your fiancés were slowly becoming more apparent to you; Especially by the way Fizz looked into you, his own eyebrows frowned and scrunched, worry laced around his eyes. You felt the pressure of Ozzie wrapping your newly oxygen exposed wound with the towel, trying to cover it gently yet firmly enough. "I just. . . didn't want them to hurt you." The words left your mouth before you could think about their weight; Even if they were nothing but the truth, all the worry that struck your brain the moment Vox had called you out was all due to your worry that Fizz and Ozzie might get hurt. That they might be caught in some sort of cross fire between Vox and you and you would have to deal with their blood on your hands. That was a thought your couldn't bear to stand.

ᯓ The silence was thick for a good few minutes as you kept your eyes squeezed shut, afraid to open them and face Ozzie and Fizz. You could feel as Fizz leaned in, nuzzling your nose against his in an attempt to comfort you, coax you to open your eyes. But he just saw they way they twitched and you squeezed harder. You could feel as Ozzie paused, his fingers gently grabbing around yours yet not giving it's usual tug. And without looking at them, you felt the nerves build in your stomach at the thought that you might have offended them in some way, or they were disappointed in you for some reason. Yet they weren't. Logically, you knew that they weren't any of those things, yet they worrying thoughts still crept in your mind. "Baby, no. . ." Ozzie's sweet voice would ring through the unwanted chatter in your mind, almost like he could hear or feel what was happening in your tornado of a mind. "No, you don't have to worry about us, we were more worried about you. Trust me." You felt Ozzie's engulfing hand rest against your cheek and Fizz nod against your head, "Oh yeah! Our names have been racked through the mud since the whole Mammon incident. Trust us, we can take a little shit, but-" And Fizz paused, always a little hesitant to speak about these topics, "This is new to you, and we know how important your work is to you." "And Just like Sins, I'm sure an Overlord's power also comes from your reputation among people. And that guy, well, directly went for your reputation," Ozzie mumbled, his thumb rubbing sweetly against your cheek. He couldn't dent it, but he loved how they were a little chubbier than most, making your skin a little more plump and soft. "And for that I would have killed him! But you don't want that, for some reason I still don't understand!- But, we respect that. Just know we're here to help anyway we can." "Yeah just say the word!" Fizz playfully moved his head to nuzzle his nose against your other cheek, effectively earning a smile from you and a few bits of suppressed laughter that dared to bubble out your throat. You weren't sure why it was always ticklish when Fizz nuzzled his nose against your cheek, yet it was. "Okay, Okay!-" A giggle slipped through your lips, "I'm sorry. . . I should have, talked to you guys instead of-" You paused, chewing over your words. Yet, you didn't have to think for long as Fizz cut in, "Pushing us away?" "Hurting yourself?" Ozzie swiftly added after, both with their own sassy yet caring tones as they stared down at you. "Yeah. . . that." You would mumble, with an heat rushing up to your cheeks out of embarrassment. You didn't realize you were actually being that big of a dick to the two most important people in your life. Wow, you really did need that reality check from Fizz earlier.

ᯓ "Well, thank god we love you." Fizz's sarcastic voice trailed out with a cheeky grin spread across his face, showing off his pointed teeth and his ever so adorable cheeky attitude. "Or else this would be such a different story! You might have ended out on the streets, or worse, dead." And even if his words would be less than comforting for anyone else, you couldn't help but smile at them; Shooting your own cheeky glare back, finally gaining the courage to open your eyes again. To bask in your lovers' faces instead of cowering in the darkness, fearing a rejection that was never there to begin with. Something that would have never came. Ozzie took the chance to, while you were laughing and smiling and paying attention to Fizz rather than your own pain, to gently yet swiftly take out your third claw. Instantly, your tail trashed and a hiss escaped your mouth. And while he felt bad, Ozzie couldn't help but shake his head and rather seriously state, "Yeah, but don't ever do this again." "Yeah no, I don't think I can take looking at you stab through your own hand either." Fizz agreed, shaking his head. Either way, he went back to nuzzling you to comfort, trying to distract you from the pain of your hands as Ozzie moved the towel over your third wound. One more to go. You tried to keep in the giggles that threatened to escape due to their words, yet you couldn't help it. With a roll of your eyes and a sarcastic, yet playful, tone, you muttered back to them, "Well, fuck, if I ever get stabbed I'm never coming to either of you!"

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[ A/N: Also, thank you so much for this request, it was a joy to write! I can't wait to hear from you again the future! And thank you to everyone for supporting my work, I've gotten so many nice comments in my inbox and I promise I'm trying to get through everyone's requests, or as much of them as possible. There's a good handful of them that request the same thing, so they will be clumped together, just because I don't think I can make enough content to make four separate posts about Adam with a Goth girlfriend or Yandere Lucifer lol! But, thank you all for the support, really, I wouldn't be able to do this all without you :) ]

[dreamersinthedaylightinspo]

Lucien still knocked on the gates of Rosehall when he arrived, though they swung open with no effort the moment his fist connected.

"Tam? Are you at home?"

The empty foyer was cracked rather significantly from the last bursts of Tamlin's magic. Lucien had still never figured out what, exactly, Rhysand had said to him on that Solstice night - so recent and yet also so long ago. Whatever it was must have been awful indeed, because Tamlin had been utterly inconsolable - impossible to communicate with, his magic running rampant, lashing out in bursts of knife-like wind and cracks of thunder - and the next time Lucien had returned, Tamlin had shifted into his beast and was, as it stood, not capable of changing back.

He found that golden beast in what used to be the dining room - Tamlin no longer fit in his old bedroom and had made do with this. Sheets and cushions gathered from the house were clustered into a giant nest. Curtains had been dragged from the windows, dust motes sparkling in the pale morning sun. The bones of a deer, picked clean, were piled in a corner, waiting to be put out with the day's trash. Lucien sniffed.

"You ought to wash your sheets."

Tamlin grumbled, "You try doing the laundry with paws like these."

Lucien felt that Tamlin was still able to change back into his male body. Or, that he would change back, someday.

"How are you feeling?"

Tamlin's tail swished. "The same as ever. I haven't developed fleas yet so there is at least some good news. I have a busy day ahead. Does our glorious high king have a message for me?"

"When are you going to stop being bitter about that?" asked Lucien.

"When are you going to stop answering questions you don't want to answer with questions about me?"

Lucien grimaced. Most people took for granted how smart Tamlin was. Including himself, he was loathe to admit. "About that, actually. Do you remember my contact in the Hewn City?"

Tamlin's golden head tilted. "Vaguely. Was she not lost Under the Mountain?"

"Amazingly, no. She's maintained her cover all this time."

Tamlin rumbled. "Has she said something to you?"

"She managed to give me the message personally. The last time she did that -"

"I know," Tamlin barked. His lips pulled back from his teeth, hackles raised at the memory. "Lucien, please."

"I know. I'm sorry - but she says that Keir and Eris may be moving against Rhysand."

A snort of laughter. "Good. At long last."

"Tamlin."

Tamlin sighed heavily. "Oh alright, alright. But I'm allowed to gloat after we resolve this."

"You are not," said Lucien, firmly.

"The High Lord can do as he pleases," Tamlin replied. "And I would very much like to gloat about saving the life of that bastard twice over."

Rhysand would not enjoy that. There was likely no part of this that Rhysand would enjoy, Lucien thought grimly.

"Tell your contact that she should maintain her cover as long as possible," said Tamlin. "I'll send a bird to her. She should send copies of your reports to me directly as well. Whatever it is, we'll resolve it quickly enough."

Lucien nodded, and then said, "At least wash your paws before you enter. You're tracking in mud again."

"Yes, because as we all know, I have nothing better to do than brush my luxurious coat out for hours in front of a lake. Be serious, Lucien. A bit of dirt is a small price to pay."

"Just so long as you don't ask me to sweep again," said Lucien.

"Pity your mother never taught us any of her household spells," Tamlin sighed. "Send her my love, won't you?"

"Always, Tam."

Of course, he could not stay. He never could anymore. Lucien patted Tamlin's furred cheek before turning and striding back out of the manor.

There was work to do.

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03: 𝑳𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕: 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒔

Have you ever think of what could happen if there will be no women in this world we live in? Imagine waking up one day and all of the women in the world had just disappeared. All the human females vanish right this instant. That means no one will give birth, a lot of factories will be affected because most of the workers are women, men will have to do all the household chores, get the grocery and do all that most of men take for granted in their lives. All women do the difficult work in the family goes to them and they do well in it. This will accelerate the rate of extinction. If there were no women in society then there would have been no existence of this society. No one can ever replace a women's kindness because for me a women’s heart is incredibly powerful and predictable.  

Since I was a kid, I have been always looking forward to be a strong and independent women like my Mother. She cleans everything! She cooks! She take of her children but still looking good like she didn’t even gave birth. But most importantly, she knows how to defend herself, she knows how to handle things, and she knows how to not give up when things get really messy. Usually, my Mom would pick up the outfit the I will wear throughout the day but then I kind of hate the clothes that she wants me to wear so I insist that from now on I will pick my own outfit- and that is the first day where I started looking like a chicken potato. I would never forget the time I had a dengue, a very serious disease that almost killed me. I don’t really remember every detail but I can still remember the face of my parents when I was in a critical condition, they look so miserable. When I saw their faces I knew right then and there that I have to fight and live. After not even a week, my brother was diagnosed with dengue too. Those kind of tough times made my parents stronger that they are and over the past years I grew up as a strong and brave girl. 

We all experienced talking to a girl, whether it is a soft girl or a bruh girl, we can all say that they are really powerful and beautiful in their own way. I met this one girl last year at Starbucks, she is too kind to approach me because we are facing each other but in different chairs because obviously we don’t know each other. We talked and shared a lot of information about ourselves but what made me speechless is when she told me she is living alone and she’s 17! I know some of you is not that amaze but for me it is really a milestone and surprising to think and to start living in your own without the support of your parents at a young age. I have always dreamed of living independently, where no one bothers you and you have all your time but as I think about it I realized my parents, they want me and my siblings to live in a compound where we can communicate because my Mom is the only child that is far from her siblings and I notice how hard it is for her and for us of course that we still have to travel just to be with out relatives. I saw a post last two days and it can’t out of my mind, it says “No matter what you do- don’t have just one child. Give them siblings.. that’s the family they will have when you are gone, cousins and aunts won’t be there. Take my word” like it makes sense right? Maybe at some point their relatives will be there but a love from your sibling is pure and unconditional. No one can even beat the anger that you feel whenever you fight with your sister or brother but at the end of the day you still forgive them like nothing happened. 

As I grow up, I learned that being a girl is a gift. Like women? The most intelligent human in the world? yES. Did you know that the two highest IQ scores in recorded history belong to women. We, as a women, have so much power simply because who we are. We can literally gave birth that can change the whole world, a child that you will raise which is by the way not easy, imagine taking care of a child for 9 months and raise it for the next 2 decades :00 It will be tough but the lessons and the unconditional love that a Mother can give is too much already. I think being a child is such an amazing experience that you will ever encounter, you have not much problems, you have the shelter that you need and the food that you’ll eat, the love from your parents and relatives. When I think about those times, I just want to be a child again. To be a child that only worry about what to play for the next day, what candy should I eat next or simply pushing yourself to sleep at afternoon so your Mom will let you play outside with your friends as soon as you wake up. How nostalgic. I miss those times where you rarely worry about life but I’ve learned a lot as a child. My childhood may not be as fancy as the other kids but I still had the best childhood.

As a girl, you should know how to protect other girls around you, like the code called girl code wherein you will communicate to a women that only women can understand. Don’t hate and spread rumors on girls you don’t know, there’s nothing more annoying than hearing some girl spreading gossip about you. It is extra annoying when you’ve never talked to this person before. Don’t be that kind of girl. Rescue or do something when someone is in danger or is dealing with sexual harassment, follow this rule even if you’ve never met this girl in your life. If it’s obvious this girl is uncomfortable or even if you just get bad vibes, do something. It will help her to get out and to avoid in that situation. If someone else’s boyfriend or girlfriend is hitting you up, tell the partner because no one deserve someone like that, if he/ she love her/him he/she will never do that even if it is just a friendly chat. Don’t entertain those kind of boy/ girl, they are not worth it. Reach out to the partner so that he can leave the toxic relationship immediately. A relationship should help you grow, enjoy and learn lessons that will help you in the future not to be played with and just to be taken advantage of.

In today's world, women seem to have little regard for OTHER men, which is why women themselves have low self-esteem. As a woman, you should know your importance, you should know you are not just a woman and you should know your worth. You should not look down on yourself, you should not step on others, remember that your parents did not raise you just to be oppressed by someone, they raised you to succeed in life, to make a name, of so when the time comes they will be proud of you that the person they are talking about is just a woman is now a woman who has succeeded because she is a wise women where she used her weakness to grow stronger and succeed in life. A guy will tell you "He managed even though he was just a girl." Remember that you have a reputation to be nurtured, you also need to know how important you are and most of all you should know your standard. Often, women are ruined when they love, remember that that is not the man for you if you are only ruined, because the man who loves will fill your imperfections and guide you in any way. You should not lower the standards you for men, because if he really loves you he will force you to reach that. Remember, you are not a drag girl who shows up to show that you are not just a women but show that "I am a women and I am not like everyone else", don't just shop but also think while choosing and you should not collect. Do not let yourself be ruined just because of a man, and if that is the case, do not show you are weak because the more they see that they can just manipulate you, they will repeat it again and again and again, instead stand up even with tears in your eyes, whether it is a bleeding heart, a fainting soul, or no matter how heavy the grief. that is, because YOU ARE A WOMAN AND NOT JUST A WOMAN. You should try to rebuild yourself even if you are completely ruined, you should not step on others, but be an inspiration that the woman who was destroyed before, will gradually rise in the mud that has been trampled and will rise to bring new life because you remember that while there is life, there will always be hope. A hope to change. A hope for a new start. A hope to start again. A hope to grow. 

"Feminism isn't about making women stronger. Women are already strong, it's about changing the way the world perceives that strength."    -G.D. Anderson

[system-of-a-feather]

sksksks good bitch own it /affectionate/

Like honest like specifically being shit to abusive neglectful parents is entirely justified and honestly based imo. If an adult wants to (intentionally or not) misuse, abuse, and neglect their responsibilities as a caregiver it is both fair and expected to have a ""difficult"" and ""cruel"" child. If you create a household where survival of the fittest is something that so much as has to register in a child's mind, then you don't have the right to be upset when they choose to do things that would make them "more fit" in the toxic household you created.

So good. I'm glad you gave your parent a hard fucking time because they shouldn't have made you give them a hard time in the first place.

And this isn't to say that you can't / shouldn't forgive them or whatever you want to do with the relationship. Like, the only reason our relationship with our mom has DRASTICALLY improved is cause two other parts in this system gave her the hardest fucking time for years and drew the line of "do better or get lost" and basically dragged her through the mud of the reality and shit she started years back.

Like at this point shes actually a pretty good pillar of support for our system but like, we didn't get her as a *helpful* force in our life by being nice to her. We got that by letting her face the consequences of her actions and brought her up to pace that she couldn't both continue to abuse us and have the perfect little family she wanted us to pretend we were and that if she wanted to have a perfect little family, god damn it she had to work for that reality and not just try to scream it into existence.

But anyways good on yall. Also you are more than fine to tag us, we're mutuals and follow you back so dw.

-XIV

thinking about system-of-a-feather and XIVs post about not being a traumatized uwu baby and taking pride in what it takes to survive and

saw our mom yesterday and she was talking about how hard of a kid we were to raise (she has no idea that we’re a system, or that we have CPTSD) and our host is pretty sensitive and felt hurt by this but inside i was like good????? if I hadn’t made her life “harder” then we literally wouldn’t be alive today because everything i ever did that made our mom feel like we were difficult to raise was stand up for us for basic fucking needs. if things went our mom’s way we would’ve been a mindless servant for her or tbh dead by now but instead we emancipated ourselves and got through school, we figured out how to house ourselves on minimum wage in one of the most expensive cities in america, and now even with being multiply disabled and a trans poc etc etc we have a career and a life that *we* wanted to have like i’m really fuckin happy one of our abusers thought we were difficult tbh because if she thought we were an easy kid I would’ve failed at being a protector 

also i feel like i need to be the protector as the rehabilitated persecutor of the system because people are fucking horrendous to us still and if anyone else in the system had this job i feel like we would be getting taken advantage of all the fucking time. and it works out for me that our host is generally so like kind to everyone including random strangers because then when i’m a huge asshole to somebody, other people in our life still sympathize with us n shit because they think we’re a “good” person (i don’t really believe in good or bad people anyway) 

[ath-lyn]

This is valid, adults should question or be suspicious. Good on you guys, but let's spill some tea here shall we? First of all, no offence to Roo but I don't recall ever calling them my "bestie". Second if all instead of berating the child/teen you guys are claiming to be protecting why not be the adults you guys are claiming to be and talk about it to me? Directly to me, adult to adult. And preferably not on a platform I have never even used before today, that's incredibly shady. Yes validating and asking Roo directly privately to see if they need help/are uncomfortable, sure. But to sit here and try to drag me through the mud behind my back, and to involve said child in that process. Who looks more malicious and predatory now? As the adult I did lay down appropriate and very strong guidelines and boundaries. As for sharing my account? I barely use most of the features or the account itself and Roo asked me so I said yes. I am very careful with what I talk to Roo about. I have raised two children, I have many nieces and nephews. I know what's appropriate and what isn't with children and how to implement and respect boundaries. So please next time instead of berating the child you are trying to protect, come talk to me face to face like the adult you claim to be. Distance has been made and you no longer have anything to worry about. I'm sorry you had bad experiences with your own internet or life, but me I am still friends with an adult I met at a younger age because I was an underprivileged child that took part in a city program to pair foster/poor kids with both young adults and adults for them to have an escape from their home lives (hockey games, movie theater, carnivals, zoo outings things we wouldn't be able to afford usually as children/teens for those types of households) , and now as an adult I pay it forward and am part of that same program. So before you go and assume my intensions and try to smear my character and who I am. Come talk to me like an adult. Thank you.

So, if I see a fully grown ass adult calling a 14 year old their best friend and sharing an account with them on mweor should I like, fucking do something about this? Am I the only person who thinks this is incredibly fucking suspicious?

[bolinaosunset]

I have shared this before. But these are headlines and broadstrokes, by foreign media who don't have a wider coverage or deeper understanding of the issues. The ABS-CBN issue is a fiasco for the Duterte government. When ABS-CBN comes back on the air, even if its in 20 years, the Duterte administration, will have his name dragged through the mud. That includes Cayetano, and the SolGen. That is how ABS-CBN works. It is also partly their fault that they were not able to gather support for the renewal of their franchise even during the time of P.Aquino. The mayors will be compared to other mayors. There are a few who have shown that they know how to handle crisis management, and to care for their citizens, these include Marcy Teodoro of Marikina, Vico Sotto of Pasig, Abby Binay of Makati, Isko Moreno of Manila, Gatchalian of Valenzuela, as well as the mayor of Taguig. Even Richard Gomez of Ormoc City is doing well. If you live in those areas, you are in good hands. If you live in the provinces with no COVID-19 cases, you are in good hands. The Duterte admin is too obviously pro-China. It is stupid not to notice that. This statement is as true as saying that the Arroyo administration is pro-Clinton. Duterte has always shown that he likes China and has bent backwards to advance China's interests in the Philippines. After having said that, the news headlines in the images above do not explain the Philippine situation in enough detail. The helicopters? These were planned in advance, most probably even as early as Pres. Ramos time. The Huey helicopters need to be replaced, because these were from the Vietnam War era. These are outdated and prone to mechanical failure due to old age. I can't remember how many times Ramos rode a Huey helicopter which crashed. The two-month lockdown was not really to give time for the government to prepare for mass testing. There is not enough money to do that. It is good that mass testing, if ever, is passed down to the private sector, otherwise we are talking of kickbacks which would dwarf the prior DOH vaccine purchases. The local government of Marikina has a different solution. Part of their amelioriation program is to have one member of each household tested. This method should work. On a different note, it's the NBI's job to arrest that person who put a bounty on Duterte's head. It is technically a cybercrime, and goes against the provisions of the COVID-19 Bayanihan law. Also, the NBI does not have a sense of humor. Sinas and Pimentel come from the same position of power. Indefensible and crazy, but there you are. Their defense is and will be, "may nasaktan ba? mayroon bang nahawa?" The Philippines is dead last in a list of safest countries to be in. That's true. Has anyone taken a look at the Philippine culture? Did they take a look at the Manila traffic situation? However, it is not the whole country. Pockets of Metro Manila is safe. Most of the country is safe. If you stay at home, you are safe. At risk are those who depend on daily salaries, or small businesses who need their daily income, public utility drivers, and low-income earners. The risk for medical professionals has decreased. Among the first 50 COVID deaths, were 12 doctors and nurses. That is a disproportionate ratio. So far, since the country hit 200 new cases per day, it has maintained that as an average daily stat. The daily new cases has not appreciably increased, and seems to be stable. This may change within 2 weeks of expanded testing and less strict lockdown rules. Contrary to the DOH, we are still in the first wave. As long as the number of daily new cases do not increase to 1000 or even to 500, the situation is under control. I am not going to compare the Philippines to the rest of the world. Other countries have their own problems.

I say a lot of things on this blog, but none more harrowing and important than the current state of the Philippine government.

The Philippines is the worst country in the world during this virus. The absolute worst. This isn't an exaggeration.

Lockdown has been VIOLENTLY ENACTED despite the rich and powerful getting NO CONSEQUENCES for violating it.

People were killed for allegedly violating Quarantine. And when politicians and police violated Quarantine they asked for "compassion".

One of the Philippines' oldest news stations, which was INSTRUMENTAL IN DEPOSING OUR LAST DICTATOR FERDINAND MARCOS, WAS SHUT DOWN BECAUSE CONGRESS CHOSE TO DELAY ITS RENEWAL.

Specifically because it spoke out against the administration.

And they're arresting random citizens over FACEBOOK POSTS.

The government doesn't even give teachers the salary to earn and keep 50 million a year and they decided this was a real threat.

The government has collected BILLIONS OF PESOS AND DOLLARS and yet has done next to NOTHING to enact mass testing. It's been MONTHS.

The money has DISAPPEARED. AND WE'RE STILL IN DEBT TO CHINA.

I want to share this video - a Filipino rendition of Les Miserables' Do You Hear The People Sing, which was posted in protest of the useless government and to push #MASSTESTINGNOW #MassTestingPH

"Don't you hear the sound of a nation enraged?"